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guilty-pleasures21 · 10 months ago

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Best friend's brother Miguel

Part 1 - the past

Part 2 - the present

Part 3 - the future

Warnings: breast play, mentions of arousal and sexual thoughts

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MJ skidded around the corner, spotting X hunched over on the bench outside her biology class. Her hands trembled slightly as she nibbled on her snack and MJ ran up to her quickly.

“X!” she called out to her. X looked up at the sound of her name, revealing her red and swollen eyes to her friend. MJ sank onto the bench beside her and pulled her into a hug. “Aww! Come here. You want to talk about it?”

She’d already messaged MJ last night, after her dad had had one of his anger fits. But MJ knew that she always felt better when she talked about it - when she said it out loud and got it out of her system, tossing it out into the universe. X picked at the skin around her nails, her head still hung low as she fixed her gaze on her hands. She shook her head and clenched her fists.

“Not yet,” she replied softly.

“Okay.” MJ patted her friend on the back gently, trying to soothe her. “What did Miguel say about it?”

He always had this way of knowing exactly what to do or say to make X feel better. It was probably something that he’d picked up from her, after all the times she’d comforted him and looked after him when he himself was feeling down. They’d been through so much already, the two of them, and even though it had brought them to each other, it still sucked that they’d had to suffer so much at such a young age. X bit her lip, hesitating.

“I didn’t tell him yet,” she admitted. MJ’s eyes widened in confusion.

“What?! Why?” X fidgeted with her fingers, still looking at the ground.

“I just … He was so happy - after his game yesterday,” she said. “I just wanted him to get to be happy for a while.”

MJ pursed her lips at the sweet sentiment, trying not to sigh. She cared about people too much sometimes and MJ wished she would just be unafraid to be selfish for once.

“You know he’s going to be upset that you didn’t tell him, right?” she pointed out. X didn’t respond, so she continued. “Do you want me to ask Peter to call him for you?”

There were two Peter’s in their year: the original Peter - who’d been there almost since kindergarten - and Peter B - who’d only joined their school a few years ago. Peter B and MJ had hit it off pretty quickly and started dating soon after, the two of them affectionately known as ‘PBMJ’ by everyone in their year. He and Miguel had gotten on rather well too, when the latter had joined a year later than him, and despite Miguel finding it a little hard to open up at first, they had quickly become the best of friends. X dug her fingernails into her palms, thinking. Then she nodded.

MJ pulled her phone out and messaged Peter that X had had a rough night and was Miguel with him? They weren’t in any of the same classes - Miguel being a literal genius and Peter being a littles less academically inclined - but they usually hung out together during snack and lunch with most of the other guys. Peter responded quickly, letting MJ know that Miguel was already on his way down. He appeared at the bottom of the stairs not a moment later, his fiery gaze scanning the corridor for his girlfriend.

“Cupcake?” he asked, finally spotting her next to MJ’s distinctive red locks. He rushed over to her quickly, Peter following close behind. X looked up at him as he approached, her lip quivering when her eyes landed on him. She stood up when he neared her and he pulled her into a hug, resting his cheek on the top of her head. “¿Qué pasó, mi cupcake? (What happened, my cupcake?)”

She sniffled as he rubbed her back soothingly, burying herself in his chest while she breathed in the comforting nutmeg smell of him. “It was just … the usual.”

He pulled back slightly to look at her, asking the question even though he already knew the answer, “what did he say?”

She clutched onto his shirt, avoiding his gaze as the demeaning words played in her mind on a loop. Of course it wasn’t nearly as bad as the things Gabe’s dad would say to Miguel, but it still hurt, all the same, being constantly told by your own parent that you weren’t good enough. A sob escaped her throat and she curled up against his chest, embarrassed by her swollen eyes and her red face. Maybe he was right, her dad: maybe she really was weak and sensitive and a burden and never going to be able to survive and-

“Hey,” Miguel interrupted her thoughts, tilting her face up to his. “It’s not true, okay? My life would be so much worse without you in it. You make my life so much better, so much easier, and I don’t know how I would have ever made it this far without you. So don’t ever think that way about yourself, okay?” She gulped, then nodded slowly.

“Okay, she agreed quietly.

“You guys want to sit down?” MJ suggested, gesturing to the empty bench beside them. Miguel bent over to catch her gaze, then guided her to sit down on the bench.

“Do you want one?” she asked, holding her box out to him. He looked at the cookie for a moment, then grinned, a mischievous idea entering his mind - anything, he would do anything to make her smile again; to put that pretty little smile back on her face, right where it belonged. He leaned forward and opened his mouth, silently asking her to feed it to him. Her eyes widened in surprise and she glanced around nervously, hoping no one was watching.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked her, stroking her thigh with his thumb, one arm slung over the bench behind her. “I don’t want you getting gastric over this.”

X took out her snacks again and continued where she left off, biting off larger chunks of her cookie this time.

“Miguel,” she mumbled shyly. But she popped the cookie into his mouth, her lips finally curling into that sweet smile that made his heart start fluttering in his chest every time he saw it. He sat back and chewed on the cookie, smiling at her with delight. She returned the look, her eyes a little brighter, her features a little more relaxed, and his heart ached at the thought of how much she must have cried last night in bed.

“Why didn’t you message me, cupcake?” he asked her, brows furrowed with concern. She twisted her fingers together, turning away from him again.

“I just … It was late,” she told him. “I didn’t want to disturb you.” He bent over to get her to return her gaze to his.

“You never disturb me, mi cupcake. ¿Sí?” He paused for a moment to let her understand how serious he was before he pulled her into his side, cuddling her close. “I always want to know how you’re doing. Now I’m going to worry every time you don’t message me.” He gestured to MJ, her fingers clasped between Peter’s as they watched over X with concern.

“I’m gonna have to put MJ on speed dial!” Miguel joked. “Get her to check up on you every night.” X snickered softly, then straightened to look up at him.

“Don’t do that, Miguel. I’ll tell you,” she promised him. Then she curled her fingers around his forearm, thinking. “But don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll be fine.”

She glanced around at her friends, always there for her, in spite of everything. A warmth spread through her chest at the knowledge. “I’ve got you guys.”

“You’re darn right you do!” Peter exclaimed in agreement, his voice firm. The four of them laughed at his declaration. Then X’s gaze fell to Miguel’s watch and she gasped when she noticed the time.

“Oh my god!” She grabbed his wrist, pulling it closer to her to confirm the time. “Break time’s going to be over in five minutes!” She turned to Peter, eyes wide with alarm.

“You guys better get back to class!” X instructed them, hopping to her feet and tugging on Miguel’s hands to help him up. He smiled and stood up to wrap his arms around her, pulling her in for a last hug.

“I’ll see you at lunch, ¿sí, cupcake?” She nodded, finally having returned back to her normal cheery self. Miguel turned to go, satisfied and relieved, but then she grabbed his wrist again, scurrying up to him to whisper in his ear.

“I love you, Miguel,” she told him quietly. He didn’t even notice his jaw drop as she lowered herself back to her feet and bit down on her smile, peeking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She’d never said it before, not in so many words, always just sending him a heart emoji or a kissy face before bed. She shoved him towards the stairs, ignoring his disbelief at her words. “Hurry up! You’re going to be late!”

Miguel followed after Peter as his friend dragged him along, pulling him up the stairs. But then he stopped halfway, bending over the railing to call back to X.

“ X?” She looked over at him, her expression quizzical. He grinned. “¡Yo también, mi cupcake!”

She'd gone over to his place after school, to get a little help with biology and spend some time with him as well. His parents were at work and Gabe was at an after-school club, which meant they had the house all to themselves. So, they’d settled in front of the television once they’d finished, relaxing next to one another side by side. X dragged her fingernails along the top of Miguel's thigh as she leaned against his side, thinking.

“Cupcake?” Miguel asked her, lowering the volume of the television. “¿Qué tal, chica?” He rubbed her arm gently, waiting for her to speak.

‘What's going to happen to us when you go to uni? I know the plan, but do you think we'll stick to it? Do you think you'd stick to it?’ Her stomach churned with nerves at the thought of having to say it out loud. She didn't want him to think she doubted him - she didn't doubt him, not after everything they’d been through together. But … he was still a teenage boy. And a really good looking one too: tall and handsome, not to mention sweet and intelligent. She slumped over in disappointment, thinking about the wide array of people he’d meet who would have so much more to offer him than her.

“X?” Miguel called to her again, noticing the way her eyes had glazed over and the way her fingers kept curling against him. She winced when she heard him say her name, but looked up at him, biting on her lip nervously. Something was bothering her, but she was too afraid to say it. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Just say it, chica. Get it out.”

His voice was gentle and her chest tightened at his concern for her, at his patience and the way he'd come to know her so well. She swallowed, then began talking, lowering her gaze as she whispered the words. “What's … What do you think is going to happen when you go to uni? To us?”

She clenched her fingers into a fist, clutching onto the soft material of his shorts as she did so. He placed his hand over hers and unfurled her fingers, clasping them between his.

“Nothing's going to happen to us, cupcake,” he reassured her, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear so he could see her face. He cupped her chin in his hand, tilting her face up so she met his gaze. “I'm going to go and have a load of fun, and you and Gabe are going to check up on me at least five times a day - each.”

She let out a soft snort of amusement at the knowing arch of his brow and he smiled in response before continuing. “And we're going to call every weekend, so you can tell me how you're doing and I can tell you what I'm doing and then you're going to come join me in a year. We'll share the same room and everything!”

He grinned with delight at the idea, excited by how grown up they'd be, sharing a room together at uni, looking after themselves and each other.

“And besides,” he added quickly, “I'll be back for Christmas. And summer break. We'll be fine, cupcake.” He brushed his thumb along her cheek, his eyes trailing over her features as he waited for her response. Her brows furrowed together again and she bit down on her lip, still troubled by something.

“But,” she paused to take in a breath, trying to speak around the rapidly tightening knot in her stomach. “You're going to meet so many people there, Miguel. And … And what if you like someone better than me?”

‘¡¿Estás loca, mi cupcake?!’ he wanted to ask. ‘How the hell could I ever like anyone more than I like you?! More than I love you?’ But she still had more to say, so he waited as she clenched her fists again, grinding her teeth together as she tried to summon up the courage to say what she wanted to say next.

“I'd rather you break up with me than cheat on me.” Her voice caught as she said the words, a soft sob escaping her throat as she felt the pressure beginning to build up behind her eyes. She shuffled away from him, embarrassed, and curled into herself to try to hide her vulnerability from him. Weak, she was so weak. So weak and so sensitive and so needy. How could he ever like someone like her? She was just a burden, just another clingy thing on his plate begging for him to take care of her. He could do so much better than her - he would do so much better than her. One day. When he finally realised it too.

He shifted closer to her, his heart breaking at the sight of the tears streaming down her face. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, patting her back soothingly as he held her close to him. He knew what she was thinking, knew the words that had engraved themselves into her mind after having spent far too long being thrown at her.

“I'd rather do none of those things,” he told her, his voice firm. “You are not a burden, mi cupcake. I love you. So much. You make my life so much easier - so much better! My day's always a little brighter whenever you're in it.

“I'm going to miss you so much when I'm gone.” He hadn't told her yet, how he'd toss and turn in bed some nights, terrified at the thought of having to leave everything he knew - everyone he loved. Of course he was looking forward to finally escaping his parents, but he also worried about leaving her and Gabe behind - would they forget about him? Would they just carry on with everyone else the way they'd always done? What would happen to him then? He wrapped his arms a little tighter around her. “You and Gabe both. Sometimes I get scared you guys will forget about me.”

X pulled back to frown at him, smacking him on the chest as she twisted her lips into a little pout. “Don't be stupid, Miguel. Of course we'd never forget about you! We love you so much!”

She curled herself around him, squeezing him tight to let him know that she wasn't planning on letting him go. Ever. He snickered softly, returning her hug.

“Exactly,” he pointed out. “I love you so much too. How could you even think that I could ever forget about you?” She relaxed, the tension easing from her body as she considered his words. He'd always been so strong, so brave, and she'd constantly wondered how he wasn't weighed down by the same doubts that absolutely crippled her whenever she thought about having to leave everything she'd ever known behind. But he did have his doubts - he just hadn't shared them with anyone. She sat back, her expression serious now as she switched to problem-solving mode.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. “What you're worried about.” He let his gaze trail over her for a minute, his sweet little girlfriend who always looked after him so carefully. He reached out to cup her cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb along her skin gently.

“I'm worried …” he hesitated, not wanting to voice his fears - not wanting to say them out loud and have them become real. “What if I go there and I don't make any friends? And then I come back and I don't have any more friends here either?” She took hold of his hand, tangling their fingers together before lowering it to her lap.

“Of course you'll make friends, Miguel,” she reassured him confidently. “You're great! Maybe you need a little time to open up first, but just put yourself out there. What have you got to lose?”

He bit his lip, not entirely convinced yet. So she continued. “I'm sure tonnes of people are feeling the same way as you. Have you talked to Peter or any of the other guys?”

He shook his head, his fingers tightening around hers as he gazed off into the distance. He didn't want them to think he was weak or a loser or something. X stroked the back of his hand with her thumb.

“Well, you don't have to tell them how you're feeling,” she suggested cautiously. “But you can always make plans with them. ‘Hey, I'm still going to kick your butt on CS Go every Saturday, right?’” She lowered her voice to imitate his, spreading herself out to make her seem larger as well. He smiled and she grinned, relieved. She curled up against him, her small body a reassuring weight against his side.

“And you can always ask them to meet up over Christmas break. I'm sure they're scared too.” She twisted her fingers around his, playing with his much larger digits. “And absolute worst case scenario: I come join you in a year.”

She tilted her head back to look up at him, lips stretched wide in a naughty grin. “Am I your worst case scenario, mi Miguelito?”

“No!” He squeezed her hand lightly and rested his cheek on the top of her head, breathing in her familiar fruity scent. “You're my best case scenario, mi cupcake. The scenario I never even imagined I'd get.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair and they stayed like that, both of them reassured after having their worries soothed by the other.

She bounced on the balls of her feet, her eyes fixed on the escalator, constantly on watch for her boyfriend’s familiar towering frame and mahogany hair and piercing copper gaze. What was taking him so long? Couldn't the train move any faster?

X had gone to her mother after Gabe's mum had rejected their plan of driving to the airport to pick up Miguel as a surprise, and she'd agreed to drive them instead, but only as far as the train station. It was a fair deal considering the car ride to the airport would take over an hour. So, X and Gabe had agreed, dashing over to the car as soon as Miguel had messaged that he'd landed. They stood in the train station now, eagerly scanning the screens for a message that the train coming from the airport had arrived. Then finally, wavy brown hair peeking over the top of the escalator, followed by his chiselled features and his muscular torso. X squealed in excitement and Gabe shot her an exasperated look before turning back to his brother and grinning himself.

“Argh!” Gabe exclaimed in frustration from beside her. “What's taking him so long?!”

His mother hadn't wanted to take the day off, claiming that they needed the extra cash now that she'd finally separated from Gabe's asshole of a dad. He still sent money over, of course - as part of the divorce agreement - but it was just enough to cover Gabe's school fees. At least Miguel was already taken care of, with his all-inclusive scholarship he'd worked so hard for, but they still needed money to cover living expenses.

“Miguel! Miguel!” Gabe called out to him, waving his hands in the air to catch his attention. Miguel glanced over at them, confused by their presence at first. Then he grinned and raced over to them, dragging his bag along behind him.

“What … What are you guys doing here?!” he asked them, returning his little brother's enthusiastic hug.

“We wanted to surprise you!” X exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and bouncing up and down against him as he moved to greet her. She stretched onto her toes and showered his face with kisses, her lips finally landing on his for a quick peck before she lowered herself back to the ground.

“I missed you too, cupcake,” he told her softly, his eyes searching her face for all the things he'd missed over a screen. He turned to Gabe and held out his arm for another hug. “And you too, pollito.”

“Gross,” Gabe chided them, his lips twisting in disapproval - yes he was glad they were together, no that didn't mean he wanted to see all of it. “Can you guys go back to pretending you weren't dating?”

X rolled her eyes, but pulled away from Miguel slightly, putting some space in between them. He reached for her immediately, tugging her back to him and eliciting another disgusted groan from Gabe as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I told you to stop calling me that, Miguel!” Gabe chastised him, moving in for another hug anyway. “I'm not a baby anymore!”

“You'll always be a baby to me, mi pollito,” he retorted, releasing his little brother. “¿Sí, cupcake?”

“That's just how it is, Gabe,” X shrugged in agreement, still tucked into Miguel's side. Gabe rolled his eyes and went to grab his brother's bag, strolling it towards the exit.

“Come on,” he told them, leading the way back to the car. “Aunty Jo's waiting for us. Let's go.”

A few days had passed since he'd been back, his return a whirlwind of catching up with old friends and getting used to life without his stepfather around to torture him anymore. But finally, he and X had managed to find some alone time to spend together. They sat in front of the TV now, her cuddled up against his side while he had his arm slung around her, his fingers playing with her soft curls. He brushed his other thumb across her shins, stroking her legs gently where she'd laid them across his lap, and gradually let his fingers drift down to her shoulder. Then he moved his hand to her other side, brushing away her dark locks to clear a space for him to bend over and press his lips to her neck. He kissed his way up the slender column of her throat, his mouth gentle and soft against her skin. She grinned as he moved his other hand from her legs to her waist, straightening to glance at her before leaning forward to lower his lips to hers. He kissed her, soft and sweet, his tongue swirling around her mouth lazily, and she sighed at the familiar feeling, lamenting how long it had been since she'd properly tasted him. She slid her hand up his hard chest, admiring how much more he'd grown in the time they'd been apart and he tugged at her waist, trying to pull her even closer to him. She shifted her position, swinging herself up onto his lap instead and he grinned, delighted, prompting her to let out a shy giggle before she pressed her mouth back to his.

Dios, he'd missed her, her cute smile, her messy curls, her delicious lips. It just wasn't the same, talking to her over a screen. Now he could smell her, touch her, taste her, his lovely little cupcake, all his to enjoy. He held onto her hips as he kissed her, his fingers sneaking under her shirt to crawl up her waist. She was so soft, with her smooth curves and the tiny hairs dotting her skin. She curled her arms around his neck, burying the fingers of one hand in his hair and dragging the nails of the other down the tip of his spine. He tightened his grip on her as she let out a little moan, then slid his hands up her back, his calloused palms running across her bare skin. She shivered at the sensation and moved to grab his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles as she pulled back a little.

“Do you …” Miguel began softly, rubbing her back gently as he pressed his lips to her collarbone. He made his way up her throat slowly, his lips closing around her skin to suck on her lightly, and she shifted in his lap. “You want to go to my room, mi cupcake?”

Every time he called her that, she'd feel a tingle zip through her brain. It just made her sound so sweet and innocent, so small and cute next to him, with his towering height and his broad shoulders and his deep rumble of a voice. But … she was getting a little nervous; he'd never touched her like this before - no one had ever touched her like this before - and she didn't know quite what he was expecting from her if they went up to his room.

“Miguel,” she began nervously, removing her hands from his shoulders.

“¿Sí, mi cupcake?” That tingle again. That low rumble of his voice that sank into her skin and danced along her bones. And it didn't help that his hands were all over her now, touching her, stroking her, caressing her so tenderly. She shifted again, wriggling away from him a little more.

“Miguel, I don't …” She stopped to consider her next words, taking hold of his hands to remove them from beneath her shirt. She didn't what? She didn't want him to touch her like that? It felt nice though, having his hands brushing along her skin like that, familiarising themselves with her body. It made her tingle in places she'd never felt herself tingle before. But … “I don't think I'm ready yet.”

She clenched her fists and squeezed her legs together as she waited, her features twisting into a wince in anticipation of his response. His eyes widened with alarm and he gulped, a wave of guilt overcoming him. He reached a hand out to cup her cheek in his hand and she glanced up at him apprehensively, worrying at her lower lip.

“X, we … we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with,” he reassured her, shrugging it off nonchalantly. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, smiling at her softly to let her know that he meant it. She glanced away from him, still thinking.

“But … But I want to try. Some stuff,” she mumbled, getting a little uncertain again. She did want to try touching him, just a little. It was all she could think about sometimes, her hormones driving her crazy as she daydreamed about her super hot, super sweet, slightly older boyfriend. But … she didn't think she was ready for all of it yet. There was no going back from it, after all, once they actually did it. And what if she didn't like it? What if he didn't like it? Could they continue to date after that? Would he be happy to just kiss her and touch her occasionally? Waiting and waiting until she finally felt ready to let him know her like that? She peeked up at him nervously. “Do people in uni do it? Like, all the time?”

He knew some people did, definitely. There were a few guys on the basketball team who would brag about all the sex they'd had at the wild parties they'd go to over the weekends. But no one really talked about it that much, most of the time. They were happy to just keep stuff like that to themselves. Especially the ones who were already in secure relationships. Like he was. His stomach gave a happy flip at the reminder, at the sight of his precious little girlfriend in front of him, their relationship so grown up and stable - the only stable thing in his life at times.

“Not all the time,” he replied, his tone a little unsure. “I don't think most people do it, actually. But when have you ever cared about what other people do?” He grinned, his little fangs pressing into his plush bottom lip, and she smiled in agreement.

“I … I want to try,” he began cautiously, not wanting her to feel like he was pressuring her into anything. “But I don't … I don't want to do it if you're not going to like it.”

“I don't,” she agreed, “but … what about you? What do you want to do?”

She squeezed his shoulder, still keeping that slight bit of distance between them. He brushed his thumbs along her knees, considering. He did want to know what it felt like, having sex. But only with her. He only wanted to know what she would feel like, bare beneath him, her skin sliding against his as he learned the feel of her. And if she wasn't ready … well, then he'd just wait. He wanted her to enjoy it, after all, having him touch her like that, having him know every last inch of her so completely.

She squeezed his shoulder again, then relaxed her grip, repeating the movement once more before she finally stood up. She turned to the stairs, then held her hand out to him, gesturing for him to follow her, and he hopped up, excited now. She led him up to his bedroom, curling her fingers around his tightly and glancing up at him occasionally with that shy little smile that drove him crazy. Then finally, they were in his room, and he shut and locked the door behind him while she waited for him by the foot of his bed. He walked over to her, his steps slow, careful, and she bit her lip as she peeked up at him nervously.

“What do you want to do?” he asked softly, stopping just in front of her. She pulled on the hem of her shirt, fidgeting with it as she contemplated her response.

“I can take my shirt off?” she suggested, looking up to him for confirmation. He nodded and she returned her gaze to the floor again. “But … can you take yours off too?”

He reached down and pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto his desk when he was done. He held his breath as she did the same, hesitantly exposing her smooth skin to him, the curves of her breasts, the dip of her waist. She still had her bra on, but it was still more than he'd ever seen of her anyway. More, but not enough.

She bit her lip as the sight of him, his tanned skin stretched across his broad torso. He was so handsome, her boyfriend, and she still couldn't quite believe that he was hers, that he was the one who'd made the first move, asking her if he could kiss her all those nights ago. She stepped forward and brushed her fingers across his chest, delighting in the feeling of the hard muscles beneath them. She slid her hands up to his shoulders as she stepped closer to him, then ran them down his arms. He felt nice, she decided, and she wanted to know what he would feel like pressed up against her. She took his hands in hers, squeezing them as she built up the courage to speak her next request. “Can you … sit down on the bed?”

He nodded quickly and sank onto the end of his bed, waiting as she studied him curiously. He could feel his heart speeding up in his chest as she approached him, his body heating up in anticipation of what they might be about to do. Finally, she took a seat on top of him, one leg on either side of him as she settled onto his lap. He curled his fingers around her waist as she wriggled closer to him, stopping just in front of his centre. He waited patiently as she ran her hands over his body, taking her time to familiarise herself with the feel of him beneath her hands - he wanted to let her take the lead, wanted her to dictate the pace at which they went. Even though his fingers ached to drift all over her soft curves and her smooth skin, so lovely between his hands. Eventually, she slid her fingers into his hair, burying them in the strands as she kissed him sweetly.

She could feel herself starting to get excited as she kissed him, their tongues tangling with one another's, their bare skin sliding against each other's. And she found herself wanting more; more than just his warm hands running up and down her back. So she pulled away from him slightly.

He swallowed hard and raised his hands to the clasp of her bra, undoing it and then slipping it off of her. F*ck! She was … so pretty, her breasts full and round; like the frosting on top of a cupcake. He glanced up at her quickly, silently asking for permission, then reached up to cup her breasts, his hands closing around her flesh.

“Do you want to take it off?” she asked him softly. He raised an eyebrow, confused, so she dropped her hands to his arms and squeezed his biceps gently. “My bra. You can try taking it off if you want.”

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze as he sat there in stunned silence. Then she flickered her eyes back up to his when he still hadn't responded.

“Ay, mierda,” he breathed, surprised by how soft she was. He kneaded her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and she winced at the sensation. He dropped his hands quickly and looked up at her in question, his brows furrowed with concern.

“They're a little sensitive,” she explained, her fingers splayed out across his abdomen. “I think they’re still growing or something.”

“They can get bigger?” he asked, the words falling out of his mouth before he could stop them. He turned away from her, embarrassed by the disbelieving tone in his own voice, but she just grinned and tilted her head down to study her own chest.

“I think so.” She pursed her lips, thinking about it. “I don't want them to though. I like them this size.” She looked back up at him again, her nerves disappearing as the logical part of her brain took over, his little scientist girlfriend.

“I think, like, any bigger and they would be … too heavy?” she wondered, considering the thought. “I think it can hurt your back and stuff, if they're too big. And then they also swell up around your period? And then apparently when you're pregnant? So that would just be too much.”

He nodded, not quite able to focus on her words when she was sitting on his lap, her torso bare and unclothed before him. She really was so pretty. But he knew that she didn't believe it, what with the occasional smattering of acne across her cheeks and the constant put-downs by her father.

“You're really pretty,” he blurted out suddenly. Her eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard, so he repeated himself. “You're, like, really pretty. Like, your face and your …” He paused to wave his hands up and down her length.

“Body,” he continued, finally remembering the word. “And, like, Dios mío, every time you smile? Ugh!” He groaned, his head falling back in frustration as her beautiful smile popped into his brain. He returned his attention to her and he swore his heart skipped a beat as her features stretched into that pretty little smile he loved so much. He and everyone else he knew, the entire school holding their breaths in concern whenever she showed up without her signature smile gracing her features. She brushed her hair behind her ear, suddenly shy again, and this time, he felt his heart start thudding in his chest.

“Um, thanks, Miguel.” She straightened and cupped his cheek in her hand, leaning forward to start kissing him again. Their teeth clashed together as she smiled, delighting in the way he slid his hands over her curves, his fingers returning to her breasts so he could run his thumbs softly around her nipples. Then he dropped his hands back to her waist as he brushed his lips along her cheek, his mouth carefully making its way down her neck. He stopped to tug on the skin at the crook of her neck with his teeth, then he dragged his tongue along the same spot and sucked on it softly. Her head fell back with pleasure at the feeling and he moved his hands to her lower back to keep her upright against him. She sucked in a breath as he continued making his way lower down her chest, the place between her legs starting to throb as he neared her nipple. Then finally, he pressed his lips to her peak, sucking on her gently in a way that had her core contracting hard. She shivered and he chuckled before pulling back to look up at her.

“What was that?” he asked, grinning with amusement at the dazed look on her face. She bit her lip and ran her fingers through his hair, delighting in the feeling of the soft and wavy strands against her skin.

“That feels really nice,” she admitted to him, her voice just a whisper. “Can you … Can you do it again?”

Of course he could do it again: he liked it too, pressing his lips to her skin, brushing them along all her intimate parts. She was so soft and it felt so nice, touching his girlfriend like this, seeing the pleasure she derived from it. It was starting to get him pretty hard. He dipped his head back down to her chest and closed his mouth around her breast, licking her up like she was a little cupcake. Mierda, she was delicious. She gave a surprised whimper as he pulled her against him suddenly, but then began moving her hips against his, finally giving him some of the relief his centre was so desperately begging for.

“Miguel,” she squeaked, wriggling away from him slightly. He groaned in satisfaction as her breast released from his mouth with a wet ‘pop’, then he straightened to look up at her, his broad chest heaving with shallow breaths.

“¿Sí, cupcake?” She swallowed hard at the sound of his voice, low and hoarse and thick with desire for her.

“Miguel,” she repeated, trying to gather her thoughts. She was feeling a little dampness in her underwear and she wasn't sure what was causing it. She did know that she'd liked feeling him beneath her though, the relief coursing through her veins as she'd rolled her hips against his. “Is this okay? Like, if I just, like, move my hips against you? Like, is that okay for you?”

¡Dios, por favor! How was she so cute?! Did she think he was nervous? That there was anything he wouldn't want to do with her? She was insane if she did. “It's fine. You can do whatever you want, mi cupcake, I don't mind. I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“Mmm, okay.” She nodded slowly, considering his words. Then she shuffled forward again, pressing her body to his and clutching onto his shoulders before she rolled her hips against his. Holy shit, it felt good! She let her instincts take over, her body wriggling against his as she grinded herself into him.

“Anyone home?!” he bellowed, his footsteps echoing around the house as he tried to locate his brother. X startled at the sound, her eyes widening with alarm. Then she pulled back from Miguel, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Mmm, cupcake,” Miguel groaned as she curled herself around him, his voice rumbling out of his chest and vibrating against hers. “Santo cielo, that feels good.”

He grabbed onto her ass, grinding her harder against him as he thrust his hips against hers. She whimpered into his neck, her brain going numb with all the delicious sensations teasing her right now: his scent, his voice, her breasts against his chest, her hips on top of his. She was starting to get so wet now, her vagina throbbing and pulsing on top of his centre. And then the main door opened and Gabe's cheery voice broke into both of their thoughts.

“Um, we'd better …” she gestured to the door, then got up off of him, picking up her bra and shirt to pull them back on. Miguel sighed, trying not to be too disappointed by the fact that he'd just been c*ckblocked by his own brother. But then he got up too, slipping his shirt back on and grabbing his towel to help his girlfriend clean herself up. She glanced away from him, her gaze bouncing between him and the floor as her cheeks heated up with excitement.

“Um, we can always do that again, right?” she asked him shyly, cute little smile stretched across her lips. “Like, when you're free? Or something?”

He stared at her for a moment, his stomach flipping with excitement at the thought of them doing that again - and maybe even taking things further the next time. “Uh, yeah! Yes! Whatever you want, mi cupcake. Anything.”

He grinned and she lowered her head, her cheeks starting to hurt now from how much she kept smiling. He always made her feel so safe, so comfortable, and she would have endured whatever she'd been through a hundred times over if it meant she got to meet him every time. They adjusted their clothes, then went down to greet Gabe, the both of them exchanging thrilled grins every time their eyes met.

X played with her food as she thought about her question, building up the courage to say it. “Would you guys … Do you think you'd, like, do ‘it’? Before you got married?”

“What?! No!” Gwen replied immediately, the blush racing across her cheeks at the question. “That's so gross.”

“Hmm.” MJ pursed her lips to the side, genuinely considering the question. “I guess I'd like to try. It sounds fun.”

“He didn't …” she hesitated, trying to figure out how much she wanted to share with them. “Like, we didn't … We were just touching and stuff. And … it kind of felt really nice.” She ducked her head into the collar of her shirt as she said it, embarrassed, and MJ's and Gwen's eyes widened with surprise.

She shrugged nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a big deal, having someone touch you so intimately, having them become a part of you, if only for a moment. Then she shot X a wicked smile. “Why? Did Miguel ask you to?”

The boys had returned to uni about a week ago, and she and Miguel had touched each other a few more times after that first time. She'd still been too nervous to take it all the way though, always insisting that they keep their underwear on. Even though he'd already given her what she supposed was an orgasm a few times already. She liked those, but she still felt pretty out of her depth. Though he didn't seem to know much more than she did - she was his first too. So, she'd done what she did best - research. And then she'd tried touching herself sometimes, in the shower, just seeing what she liked and what she didn't. X shook her head.

“What was it like?” Gwen asked, suddenly curious. She'd never really been interested in any of the boys at their school, though she and original Peter had seemed like they'd had something going on at one point. But Gwen had always been the more logical type, thinking with her head more than her heart, so she'd decided to focus more on her studies and nothing had come of it after Peter had gone to uni. X shifted uncomfortably.

“Um, it was really nice, actually,” she admitted softly, recalling the feeling of his skin against hers. “But we haven't done anything more than that!” She didn't really want to tell them just how far they'd gone - some things she wanted to keep between her boyfriend and herself - but it was nice to know that she wasn't the only one who was a little nervous about it.

“What do you think is gonna happen when you go to uni?” MJ asked, perched on the edge of her seat now. “Do you think he's going to want to do it?”

“Uh,” X clenched and unclenched her fists, contemplating the question. They hadn't really talked about it, what would happen when they were living together. But Miguel didn't seem too fussed about it - he was just excited about how grown up they'd be, sharing a place away from their parents. In fact, he never really seemed too fussed about anything when it came to her, like it was all just inevitable anyway, like they'd be together always. She liked that about him: that he never made her feel like a burden or someone who needed to be bubble wrapped and watched over like glass. He believed in her, even when she found it hard to believe in herself, and he was always there for her when she needed it. “I don't know. We'll just see how it goes, I guess.”

‘I don't mind,’ was what she didn't add. She didn't mind, not when it was Miguel. And not when they'd be in their own place, away from their parents and their siblings. Her heart fluttered at the thought, a mixture of nervousness and excitement bubbling in her stomach. She grinned as the conversation turned to MJ's light-hearted rants about Peter B and his cluelessness about her wanting to progress their relationship as well. The three friends continued to exchange good-natured jabs as they finished up their food, all of them making a silent promise to themselves to never let real life get in the way of their friendship: not now, not ever.

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fragileizywriting · 14 days ago

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"papa," emma says, on her tippy-toes because she gets excited when she runs and gets the zoomies and can't exactly stay still as she looks over his desk. adrien looks away from his papers, over to the young girl who has eyes like marinette's and a mischievious little smile like luka's. "can you and i get married?"

adrien does his best. he really does.

"why do you want to get married?" he blurts out, putting down his pen. he's curious. and interested. and anything about emma is more important than these ridiculous briefing notices, anyway.

"cause it's what you do when you love someone."

behind her, her tail is slowly flicking back and forth. she's a cute thing, almost wiggly by inherent nature; she's a playful and joyful little girl, filling the palace with her giggles and laughter the way that it so desperately needs. her and her brothers are a handful, and he loves the ecclectic lifestyle that they all bring, making every day unique and fresh and experimental. right now, she's the epitome of a little princess— he'd dressed her this morning, made sure her stockings weren't ripped, and had made sure to button every single little button on her dress. she's missing the hairband he'd put on her during breakfast, and somehow has replaced it with a glittery hairtie that can only mean marinette found her at some point, because it's shiny like tinsel and reminicent of the garlands they put on their christmas tree yesterday.

adrien tries not to grin. "w-well, yes, but—"

"so, i love you." she shrugs like it's obvious, bringing out her arms in a way to gesture a what are you going to do? that is just so, so like her mother. "marry me."

"you're too young to get married."

"when i'm older, then."

adrien tries not to make a face. oh, she's smart. far too smart for a six year old. "i can't marry you."

oh! her little face! she's absolutely horrified, miffed like her last grape has been eaten by luka without her looking. "what? why not?"

"because," adrien tries, really tries, holding back a snort of the ages. "i'm already married to bampas and mama."

"what's one more?"

"i already married a girl."

emma goes silent for a few seconds, just enough for adrien to think he's won. "stop being married to mama," she says, succinct in her solution. "marry me instead."

here's where adrien breaks and starts to laugh. he picks her up even though she tries to flee from his hands; hoists her up against one of his hips and walks out of the study room. she's brave enough to not hold her arms around his neck anymore, but doesn't pitch a fight and try to wiggle out of it because she knows that if she does, he'll carry her like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. "i can't do that, silly. i love your mom too much."

"but—"

"you gotta marry someone outside the family. that's how that works."

"but why?" she groans. "i don't like anyone that isn't family."

"you have to be friends with them, first."

"aren't you my friend?" she huffs.

they're still making it down the hall. in particular, adrien's following the scent of a particular woman— marinette's coming by, finished with her shower and adrien can smell that perfumed soap coming off of her in beautiful waves, and guides himself to her like a sniffer dog. there she is. absolutely gorgeous. her nose is crinkled in delight, a common habit when she smiles and sees him or luka carrying one of their kids, already affectionately rolling her eyes.

"what's that in your hands?" she teases. "did you catch one of the mice trying to steal food again?"

"mama," emma announces, cutting adrien off before he can even speak. she claps both of her hands over his mouth just to emphasize that she wants to speak. "when i'm older, can you marry me?"

#speakizys #demon lovin

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goodlucktai · 2 years ago

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give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around

chapter three: me and you and the whole town underwater

rise of the tmnt pairing: leoichi (leonardo / usagi yuichi) word count: 3k title borrowed from dark blue by jack’s mannequin post-movie

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Usagi: Good morning Leonardo. Unknown: USAGI Unknown: there are so many snacks in here oh my god Unknown: what the hell 😭😭😭😭 Unknown: im heavily medicated its not fair to do nic ethings ill cry Unknown: tell ur aunt i said THANK YOU!!!!!!! and the blueberry buckle was SO GOOD😭😭 Unknown: i shared some w mikey and he wants the recipe like yesterday Unknown: we actually ate like. all of it in one sitting. raph was pissed lol

Yuichi lays in bed smiling at his phone for a while before he gets around to pulling his braincells together to form a reply.

He starts and stops typing so many times that it’s embarrassing. He’ll pretend he didn’t do that.

Usagi: Those snacks were specifically meant to aid in your recovery. Unknown: so idk how familiar u are w baby brothers but typically mike gets whatever he wants

Yuichi thinks of his youngest cousin Jomei. Tiny and soft, with huge gray eyes, and unfortunately already self-aware at four years old. If Mike—Michelangelo, Yuichi thinks he remembers the boy being called—is even half as powerful as Jomei, then Leonardo’s blueberry buckle didn’t stand a chance.

Usagi: Fair enough.

It’s a good thing he woke up early. He doesn’t get anything else done for hours. Leonardo is an enthusiastic conversation partner at all times, and his texts manage to translate that energy effortlessly.

Typically, Yuichi lets his friends save their contact IDs in his phone however they want. Leonardo isn’t there to do it himself, but Yuichi makes the rookie mistake of giving him free reign anyway. So Leonardo insists his number go in under ⚡️⚡️NEON LEON⚡️⚡️ and Yuichi has something to roll his eyes at every time they message each other.

It also makes him feel warm. There’s an affectionate little tug in his chest at this clear proof of Leonardo in his hands.

Now that he has this unfettered access to the very same person he wants to talk to all the time, Yuichi checks his phone a lot more than he used to over the next couple days. He even keeps it in his waist apron pocket at work, which some of the other servers do, which technically isn’t against the rules because none of them have abused the privilege so far.

Yuichi will feel extremely bad and guilty if he’s the one who abuses the privilege and ruins it for everyone. But when it vibrates in his pocket while he’s going outside to dump the trash anyway, he might as well linger for an extra minute and check his messages, right? Right??

Once, Señor Hueso catches Yuichi lingering in the employee lounge after his lunch break is well over, moving at a snail’s pace back toward the dining room with his nose buried in his phone. He almost walks right into his boss’s chest, saved only by the last-minute sense of someone else’s immediate presence that Karasu-Tengu-sensei mercilessly trained into him years ago. So he freezes a few inches away instead and his eyes dart up to the skeleton yokai’s unamused expression.

Oh boy. Señor Hueso is generally a very patient person but he’s no-nonsense about work. Is Yuichi in trouble? Is he going to get fired?

“I’msosorry,” Yuichi whispers.

But instead of scolding him, Señor Hueso only gives a pointed look to the phone in Yuichi’s hands and says sternly, “You tell Pepino to give it a rest. He’s still recovering from a concussion, he doesn’t need to be staring at a screen all day, madre de dios. Please be a good influence.”

“You don’t know I was talking to Leonardo,” Yuichi says defensively. He has other friends he could be texting! Then he takes a second look at the older yokai’s face and backtracks immediately. “I mean. Uh. Yes, sir. I’ll tell him.”

“Good. Now you have tables seated in your section.”

It’s a dismissal if Usagi’s ever heard one, so he scurries into the dining room with five times his original speed, sending one last message before he shoves his phone away.

Usagi: Señor says no more screen time while you’re recovering from a concussion. ⚡️⚡️NEON LEON⚡️⚡️: what?? how even??? ⚡️⚡️NEON LEON⚡️⚡️: he doesn’t KNOW ur taking to me

Thank you, that’s exactly what Yuichi said!

He makes it a point to actually focus for the rest of his shift, but it’s a Wednesday afternoon, and things are slow. Sunita is off for the day, and Qiao is studying at the bar when they’re not actively pouring drinks, and those are the only two coworkers Yuichi is familiar enough to strike up conversation with, so he keeps to his own section and works quietly.

It’s been brought up a couple of times now, in passing—Leonardo’s condition. Apparently, even a month after the invasion, he’s still healing. Yuichi didn’t know the symptoms of a concussion could last whole weeks. He doesn’t really know much about kappa, or whatever manner of creature Leonardo and his brothers are, but for a head injury to be that severe…

Suddenly, the sight of Raphael’s damaged eye jumps to the front of Yuichi’s memory. The clean hole in the big turtle’s rock-solid carapace. What the hell could have done that? What happened to them?

His brain is coming up with nightmare fuel like that’s its job. Something horrible went down behind-the-scenes while Yuichi was completely ignorant—while Yuichi was waiting tables and getting into trouble with Kitsune and Gen and helping with the tomato harvest, Leonardo and his family were in almost certain danger. And Yuichi didn’t know.

He plops down on a stool at the bar at the tail end of his last break for the day, and Qiao wordlessly slides him a cranberry juice on the rocks.

“How do I get my friend to tell me about something that may or may not be a sensitive subject?” he blurts.

“Have you tried asking him about it?” the ram yokai replies in a tone that manages to be both over-exaggerated and monotone.

Yuichi doesn’t even know why he bothers. He taps his phone on the counter a few times, takes a big gulp of cranberry juice that he pretends is something much stronger, then goes for it.

Usagi: I need to talk to you. ⚡️⚡️NEON LEON⚡️⚡️: oooooo ominous Usagi: It’s not ominous, weirdo. I have to go now but I’m off at 7.

Any normal person would have taken that last text at face-value, but Yuichi isn’t dealing with a normal person, is he?

So maybe he should have been expecting it when he leaves the restaurant a few hours later and finds Leonardo waiting for him outside. He's leaning heavily on one of his katana, either in an attempt to look cool or because he’s having trouble staying upright.

Yuichi is not inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he blurts. His flat tone definitely does not convey his shock, but he’s feeling too much right now to articulate any of it properly.

Leonardo laughs out loud. It’s a different sound than it used to be—hoarse and a little restrained, like he’s trying to remember he doesn’t have to be quiet. But it’s still bright, and it still makes Yuichi’s heart do backflips in his chest.

He’s wearing a hooded sweatshirt that looks way too big to belong to him, a deep maroon color, repaired with clumsy pink stitches along the shoulders. One of the sleeves is hiked up to Leonardo’s elbow, due to the unwieldy cast on his left forearm, covered in doodles and stickers. The hoodie is unzipped down the front, so Yuichi can make out the cracks in Leonardo’s plastron, spiderweb lines cutting cruelly through the armored scutes. It’s hard to imagine the kind of pressure it would have taken to crush his shell—the same kind that drilled that hole through Raphael’s? What happened to them?

The skin around Leonardo’s neck and the side of his face is still discolored from what must have been pretty nasty bruises, and there are puffy red marks where scars haven’t settled yet. He looks older than the last time Yuichi saw him.

But he’s here. And he’s smiling, a footprint of that laughter left on his face. And now he’s—oh boy, now he’s starting to list to the side.

Yuichi crosses the distance between them at a run, catching Leonardo by the arm before he can topple all the way over.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” Yuichi says waspishly, afraid to let him go.

“You wouldn’t,” Leonardo says cheerfully. He’s leaning heavily against Yuichi’s shoulder, his hand is shaking as he sheathes his katana over his shoulder, seriously, what the fuck is he doing here? “Everyone’s cussed me out at least once since I woke up. Add you to the list.”

Flustered, Yuichi says, “I did not do that.”

“You did! You said the fuck word!”

Yuichi rolls his eyes and begins the process of dragging Leonardo toward the nearest bench, staring down anyone who drifts into their path. The tree yokai already reclining there takes one look at Yuichi’s expression, grabs her bag, and takes off without a word.

Maybe he’ll feel bad about being impolite later. He doesn’t have any room for it in his brain right now. He doesn’t even think he remembers to breathe until Leonardo is safely sitting down, slumping onto the bench seat like someone five times his age.

Yuichi crouches down in front of him, giving him a hard look. If he needs medical attention, Yuichi will kick Run of the Mill’s doors down and drag Señor Hueso out here by his tie. Who needs a part-time job anyway?

But Leonardo seems to be okay now that he’s caught his breath, and he’s still grinning, like Yuichi is the best thing he’s seen in days.

“Do you use your scary face to get what you want all the time, or is this a special occasion?” the turtle asks coyly.

“I am beginning to understand why everyone has cussed you out since you woke up this morning,” Yuichi replies, sitting back on his heels.

Something tight that’s been clenched in his chest like a closed fist has suddenly loosened, a letting go when Yuichi didn’t even know he’d been holding on.

He’s missed Leonardo. Being around him has always been easy, even when looking directly at him is like staring into the sun, even when Yuichi’s words get lost somewhere between his head and his throat and he ends up spending most of their conversations just listening and watching.

“Not since this morning,” Leonardo interjects. “Can you imagine everyone getting on my case like that all in one day? That would just be bullying. I meant since the coma.”

There it is again. Little breadcrumbs, teasing scraps of information.

Yuichi gazes up at him, and has at least a dozen questions he wants to ask. That’s why Leonardo is here, even if he doesn’t realize it. Yuichi’s curiosity inadvertently dragged his friend from the safety of his home and the safe harbor of his family to the chaotic streets of the Hidden City.

The trip itself seems to have been hard on him, when usually it’s little-to-no-effort to step through a portal between one location and the next. His forehead gleams with sweat, and he’s still breathing a little heavily, like he just ran a marathon. He’s a pale shade of the vibrant boy Yuichi first met a year ago. He looks like he regrets bringing up the coma.

But he’s still here.

Abruptly, Yuichi doesn’t want to ask any of his questions. He just wants his friend to be here.

When Leonardo says, “Sooo, what’s so serious you dragged me all the way out here?” Yuichi pushes himself to his feet and takes the seat on the bench beside him with a theatrical sigh.

“Nothing, Leonardo,” he lies. “I just wanted to talk to you. You’re the one who jumped to conclusions.”

Some tense line in Leonardo’s shoulders that Yuichi hadn’t noticed before seems to go lax, even as he rolls his eyes. “I’m a ninja, we jump, it’s a whole thing. Anyway, more importantly, did I see a stall selling dumplings down the street or nah?”

“There’s no way I can convince you to stay on this bench, is there?” Yuichi knows the answer already and he’s getting up before Leonardo has a chance to say anything, offering him his hands. When Leonardo takes them, Yuichi hauls him up onto his feet.

They stand there together for a moment, neither of them letting go. Yuichi doesn’t even feel the usual need to spring away from him before he gets too close because he’s missed this stupid guy. And his stupid face, and his stupid big hands, and the stupid way Yuichi feels around him.

Whatever happened to him, happened. Yuichi can’t change that now. And if Leonardo wants to tell him about it, he will. But Yuichi gets the feeling that what Leonardo really wants right now is to feel normal. To feel like maybe one thing in his life is the same as it’s always been.

“Dumplings,” Yuichi announces, with all the enthusiasm of his little cousins faced with the unjust trial of bedtime. “If you fall on your face, I’m leaving you there.”

“If I don’t, you’re buying,” Leonardo quips back.

Yuichi scowls, remembers he’s still holding Leonardo’s hands, and then sort of forgets how to person for long enough that Leonardo lets go and goes a few steps without him. His brain literally goes offline for a minute. That’s never happened before.

“No it’s okay,” he hears Leonardo saying to someone on the street nearby. “It’s not his fault, he’s never been the same, you know, not since the storm.”

Fur bristling, Yuichi hustles to catch up, hopefully before Leonardo has done any actual lasting damage to his reputation. He has an image to maintain around here! He’s Usagi Miyamoto’s direct descendant, and Miyamoto was never anything but cool!

“Quit making up lore about me!” he hisses.

“Quit being weird!” Leonardo replies, clearly enjoying himself. “Dumplings!”

Yuichi scowls but falls into step beside him anyway. This is the guy he missed so much?

As soon as he has that uncharitable thought, he regrets it.

He thinks about April saying he always seemed pissed off to have Leonardo around, and darts a quick look at the striped turtle ambling along beside him. Leonardo doesn’t seem put off by Yuichi’s prickly attitude, but still—it wouldn’t hurt to make sure.

Yuichi waits until they’ve paid the elderly yokai woman running the food stall for two paper plates of crispy gyoza, so he has something to do with his hands, something to focus on besides his awkward tongue, to say, “I’m glad you’re back.”

Leonardo glances sidelong at him, crunching through a dumpling unselfconsciously. His mouth is full but his expression very clearly says ‘say what now?’

“Here, I mean,” Yuichi tells his plate. “Back here. I didn’t even know you were—I’m just glad you’re better.”

They walk the length of the block before Leonardo replies.

“I wouldn’t worry about us, Usagi. Me and my brothers can take a hit. You could even say we were made for it.” That’s a strange sentiment, and something bitter comes and goes across Leonardo’s face before Yuichi can make sense of it, as swift and darting as the little minnows that flit through the creek that winds past his family’s farm. Then Leonardo adds, sounding much more like himself, “My stupid arm is all that’s slowing me down now.”

“Considering it was broken in eight places, I would take six weeks in a cast as a solid win,” someone says from directly behind them.

Yuichi doesn’t jump in shock, he freezes, rabbit-still. Leonardo doesn’t seem surprised at all—he just groans theatrically.

“Oh nooo, it’s the consequences of my actions.”

Donatello snorts. Because that’s who it is, Yuichi realizes as he turns to get a good look at him.

“You can’t just run off, Nardo,” the purple-masked turtle says. His tone implies that this is not a suggestion. “You get why that’s uncool and unfair, right? Like, I don’t have to explain that very simple, elementary-level concept to you?”

“I left a note,” Leonardo argues in his own defense.

“You sure did,” Donatello replies, so level and calm that it sets Yuichi’s whiskers on edge, because that level calmness is very much a thinly veiled promise of bodily harm. “You left a note on your door that said “Do Not Disturb, Beauty Sleep in Progress.” And then you left one on your empty bed that you just drew a winky face on.”

“I realized I didn’t need any more beauty sleep, Dontron. I decided to save some for the rest of you sad scrubs. You’re welcome.”

“How magnanimous.”

Beyond the color-coded masks and the dramatically different body shapes and skin tones, there’s another easy way to tell the Hamato siblings apart; all of them have brown eyes in varying shades. Michelangelo’s are warm, tempered honey, while Raphael’s are darker and richer, edging into red.

Leonardo and Donatello, the twins, have identical golden eyes, piercing and impossibly bright even in the semi-dark of falling dusk. Under the warm lantern light, with their defining characteristics all but overshadowed, it would probably be easy to mistake them for a perfect mirror of each other.

But Yuichi could never make that mistake. Donatello’s eyes are different, because the way he looks at Yuichi is different.

Especially now. Where Leonardo was delighted to see Yuichi for the first time since before the invasion, Donatello is looking at Yuichi like he’s a clear and present threat.

Yuichi doesn’t know what Donatello has to feel threatened about. He has a good grasp of his own abilities and he’s self-aware enough to admit that Donatello could definitely take him in a fair fight. Any of his siblings probably could, up to and including his sister, out of stubbornness and spite alone. Yuichi is the one who feels hunted, like a tiny fluffy animal that was just sighted by a bored, hungry hawk, all because of the cold, calculating gold in Donatello’s eyes.

Then Leonardo plants his good hand on the side of his twin’s face and shoves it an arm’s length away. Donatello sputters and flails, and Leonardo talks over him with the ease of years of practice.

“Thanks for the dumplings,” Leonardo tells him. “See you when I’m finally un-grounded, someday seven years from now.”

Yuichi nods, offering a little wave. He watches Leonardo unsheathe a katana and form a bright, spinning blue portal with one swift downward slice through the air. Donatello is griping at him in harsh undertones, and Leonardo is giving back as good as he gets, but it doesn’t escape Yuichi that Donatello has gravitated protectively to Leonardo’s bad side, and Leonardo is leaning his weight against his brother like he’s actually much more tired than he was willing to let on.

Leonardo needs a break. He needs fresh air. He needs to—to not disappear again, even if it probably won’t actually be for seven years.

Before he can second-guess himself, Yuichi blurts, “I’m off on Friday! You should come to the farm. One of our tokage’s nestlings just hatched so we have babies to play with and they’re really cute!”

Donatello makes an antagonistic noise under his breath and hauls Leonardo through the portal. Before he disappears, Yuichi watches Leonardo’s whole body light up, a grin splitting his face in half.

“It’s a date!” Leonardo calls cheerfully in the seconds before he’s gone.

The portal closes. Yuichi stares at the empty space where it used to exist while the word “date” bounces around in his head like a free-floating balloon filled with screaming instead of the more traditional helium.

Usagi: Important time-sensitive HYPOTHETICAL question Usagi: When you make plans with your friend and he calls it a date, how do you ask what he means by that without sounding like an insane person?? SUNA: oh my god!!!!!! ꒰☉ｪ☉꒱

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #leosagi #leoichi #usagi yuichi #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #my writing #tmnt fic #bushido boyfriends #these bright blue city lights

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lostgirlmuseum · 9 months ago

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cadence my beloved

howdy howdy!!

how are you?

how’s school?

anything interesting going on lately?

(kisses your head and hands you shiny objects)

💕💕💕hope you’re doing well💕💕💕

River my beloved!!! Thank you for reaching out 🥺 I am doing okay, I've just been somewhat busy and haven't found the energy to do much on tumblr. And like I've considered posting about life here but I know thats not what ppl follow me for and i dont want to annoy anyone lol

School is okay, I don't have too much work going on rn which is nice! Mostly what's been keeping me busy and my mind occupied is boys (half affectionate half derogatory) lmao

Long story short(ish. I can't for the life of me tell short stories, I blame the A.D.D.) there was this guy that asked me out on a couple dates a while ago and he was super sweet but I just wasn't really feeling it and I accidentally ghosted him for nearly a week bc I was so stressed about seeing him again (I didn't really want to but I know my therapist wanted me to try this)(side note, she's great, i love her).

Anywho, one day last week I was simply sitting outside in a grassy area on campus doing hw w/ a friend when a guy came up to me asking if I had seen a girl w/ a ferret (Thats a story for another time lol) and i was like "yes I have! But shes gone already :(" and he was like "do you have any photos" and i was like "yes i do!" so i gave him my # to send him the photos... and then he started texting me lol. and I thought he was cute and I hung out with him last monday and we saw Madame Web yesterday

(it was... um.. certainly a movie. It movied. It was fun but it was not good lol) and then we had lunch today and idk if my social battery plummeted or if I just got in my own head but suddenly I wasn't feeling it and now I am def in my own head.

Im not giving up tho i think I just need to recharge. I hope. I hope I'm not hopeless. I'm scared. Part of me is like I should text him too make sure he's not worried that I don't like him bc I dont want him to stress but another part of me is like DO NOT CONTACT ME FOR 2-3 BUSINESS DAYS I NEED TO THINK. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY NOT THINK.

On a different note, a couple hours ago I finally found the motivation to write which hasn't happened in a bit! I wrote the first scene of Honey pt. 2, yay!

Ok, enough rambling, how are you?? How is your life, anything interesting/new going on? And thank you for the head kisses and shiny objects, I'm sending them back tenfold. 💕💕💕

#river✨#river my beloved #lostgirlrambles #like #really rambles #im a hot mess #emphasis on the mess #mail❤️

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drleggman · 7 months ago

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lexi!!!!

1. i love you and miss you whenever you’re gone <3

2. what are your main self ships? and can you give me a tiny glimpse of each of the relationship dynamics?

Kae 🥹 ilyilyilyily

My top self ships are probs me/bokuto, me/reiner, and me/tamaki (i got so excited when i saw u and aleks talking about him yesterday! he’s so underrated) !! They’re all like my og self ships too and I’ve kept our lore stored away for years atp, so I’ll talk about them!

Bokuto!! He’s like the stereotypical golden retriever boy, and that’s usually not my type but… Here we are lol. We’re very complementary, he’s the sun to my moon etc etc. We met when I was hired on to be a translator for the jpn national team, and he asked me out after the Olympics were over. He just. Approached me and said “You’re pretty :D I think it’s so cool that you speak two languages :D I wasn’t gonna ask you out bc I thought it’d be unprofessional, but then tsum-tsum called me a pussy, and I’m not a pussy, and” I have to cut him off and we agree to go on a date and hit it off immediately! We both tend to get pouty when something doesn’t go our way and we love to baby each other when it happens. He encourages me to do things I’d usually be to nervous to try, and I encourage him to rest lol. He introduces me to his friends and invites me to hang out with him and the boys on the national team and brings me out of my shell. Our friends think we’re annoying bc of how sappy and affectionate we are. Especially if we’ve been drinking! Just hanging off of each other constantly and arguing about who loves the other more. We never leave the honeymoon phase and spend our whole lives after getting together absolutely obsessed with each other.

Reiner and I, in both a canon and modern setting, kinda trauma bond and become inseparable (boys w mommy issues love me and I love men who cry and are so miserable). We both are in the middle of identity crises and struggle with our sense of self and our place in the world and how to cope with the horrors we’ve partaken in lived through, but we make each other feel so seen in a way we’ve never experienced before. The people in our lives want to tell us that maybe we shouldn’t be in a relationship while still in such vulnerable mental states, but they’ve also not seen us so happy in so long, so they keep their mouths shut. We’re a bit toxic at first in a codependent way. We can’t function without the other and we fuel each others grief and isolate ourselves from the people around us, but after years together, we slowly start to get over ourselves lmao. We grow tired of pitying ourselves and start to be better together, and we both firmly believe we’d have never snapped out of it if it weren’t for us encouraging each other. Which maybe isn’t true, but nobody would ever tell us that.

And Tamaki!! My sweet Suneater <3 This is one of the rare instances in which I initiate everything in the relationship and take on a more dominant role. I was just like him when we met, but if there’s one thing that will snap me out of my anxiety, it’s seeing someone who is just as anxious as me struggling to do things it helps that I think he’s so cute. We meet at Fatgum’s agency, and I wanna be his friend soooo bad, but I know how overwhelmed he gets, so I go slow and am very soft with him. I tell him about how I manage my anxiety, teach him my coping mechanisms, and show him my fidget toys and then buy him some of his own - all unprompted. He was kinda unresponsive at first bc he was confused about why I’d wanna talk to him, but he warms up to me pretty quickly after he realizes that I have the same struggles as him. He starts to see through the false confidence after that, catching me when I’m anxious and picking up on my ticks, and he’ll remind me of the techniques I taught him to help him get out of his head. I’m the “he asked for no pickles” partner, while he’s clutching my shirt and hiding behind me w his face pressed into my shoulder. If he sees me getting anxious, especially when talking to someone, he also gets nervous lol but his need to help me emboldens him. His favorite move is to just like physically insert himself into the situation. Like stand between me and the person and whisk me away to somewhere quiet. I’m much cockier when we’re alone, and I love to tease him and get him all flustered. He loves praise but it gets him so worked up and I looove to shower him with compliments and pet names. I’m one of the few people he lets his guard down around when he’s not in action mode, so he’s just like. Normal when we’re alone. Still soft spoken and sweet, but after being together for a while, his relationship anxiety and worries about looking dumb in front of me fade. anxiety4anxiety all the way but we make it work

#this got out of hand so I put it under a read more #ty for asking me though I am kissing u mwah mwah mwah #ss lore

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namuneulbo · 11 months ago

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week one hundred and twelve

this past week has been very chill and slow. i didn't meet any friends but i'm meeting c, i and l today to celebrate new year's eve!

yesterday i did also have a little dinner/game night at my dads place along w my siblings and their partners and it was a lot of fun. we played this quiz game thing called smart10 and we had to divide into teams bc we were so many so i teamed up w my sister and we won !! also omg my brother was being so ecstatic it was so funny. he gave so many fistbumps and handshakes to me and my sister whenever we queued good songs on the spotify jam and on the way home i almost cried bc he was being all affectionate and hugging me and telling me he'd miss me once i've moved :c like UGHHHHH this current time is so weird for me bc all of my family is becoming so affectionate and i really like it but it makes me so cryey. i'm so touch starved, hugs make me sob. UGHHHH LIKE IDK AND JUST UGHHHH EVERYONE'S ALSO JUST GETTING SO SINCERE AND SERIOUS LIKE TELLING ME THEY'LL MISS ME AND IT'S SO SAD!!!

GAAHHH i'm getting so annoyed when trying to figure out how to type nicely here like,,, cohesively. i usually for longer and more 'formal' texts go full proper grammar but i also kind of wanna keep the lowercase bc yk,,, it's still just tumblr and it looks cute imo and since it's meant to be like a diary thing i think a lot of shortened words come naturally so idk... is 2024 the year when i start typing like i'm writing an essay?

since i don't have a lot to say for now i'll do a little ins and outs for 2024 bc i saw someone do that and it seemed like a fun little thing!!

ins:

studying and giving school more attention now that i actually have the chance to.

finding new experiences more often!

volleyball!

continuing fighting my shyness and trying to get out there more in conversations.

becoming more comfortable around my sister and her boyfriend bc somehow i'm still so awkward bc i think i deep inside still just want to seem cool to my older sister :') this goes for my brother as well!

ACTUALLY HAVING STANDARDS, GOD!!!!!!! the talking stage w l is going so well rn and im hoping to ask him out now soon since im moving so yk hopefully i won't have to worry too much about talking to others bc he fits my standards so perfectly <3 such a relief to actually talk to someone who makes my belly fill with butterflies when i see their notif.

actually using my switch and playing more games in general outside of sims.

piercings and tattoos.

cocktails!

the smashing pumpkins!

actually practicing playing on all the instruments i own.

getting more creative with my blog entries!

outs:

ocd habits.

nail biting.

cheek biting.

getting my hair color to an awful point before freshening it up.

being awfully overbooked.

never taking pictures.

being insecure about different parts of my body.

sotw: kent - kevlarsjäl

#diary #tumblr diary #namuneulbo #online diary #diary blog

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codegengar · 1 year ago

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i don't know why i tend to feel lost the day after my therapy session. what we talked about during the time ended up in a different direction than what i expected – we talked about my relationship and how i felt a sense of restlessness due to the different trajectories d and i are taking in life. despite everything, i'm trying to move forward, to succeed in school and do co-op to help with my future. him, on the other hand... i do not want to psychoanalyze, but perhaps the routine is comforting, and change is hard for him as his past has been always in a state of uncertainty and instability. but so was mine. yet mine was always a kind of internal struggle ultimately, i think, while his is a mix of both, but perhaps more externally.

in that, i do not know. this morning, i was unconscious as he was getting ready to go to work at six in the morning, despite always being somewhat roused when he kissed me goodbye. because of this, when i awoke to some creaky sounds around my dormitory, i wondered if he was still in the room (i thought i felt his phone next to me, but it could be me touching the camera part of my own which could simulate the feel of his pop-socket), and if he was crossed with me from the night before. it felt like a blast in the past, when i refused to be sexually intimate because i overate during dinner (we had sushi-bake for the first time, without the baking). although come to think of it, after the last week of having a higher libido, i feel it crashing down a bit. female hormonal cycles will always be a mystery. but it could also do with the fact that i do feel uncomfortable down there, and i feel the need to take my supplements again to prevent any recurring bacterial infections. i should really inform him to get me more d-mannose.

i ended up not doing any studying today (or yesterday rather, as it is past midnight), as i woefully always hope i do the night before. i did do a few major chores in the afternoon (i.e. fold the laundry and wash the dishes), and hopefully that lends to d being more productive in some way. but my guess is that he ended up playing escape from tarkov for the last six hours since i've left.

and that was the what i was getting at earlier. it just feels like we are stagnant, which i do not mind, but it does not help with my motivation and productivity. i always had the idea that once i escaped my dysfunctional family, that i would be cured from the lethargy and lack of motivation that came with the mental anguish of living with them. but it doesn't work that way, and in hindsight, it sounds kind of silly. that lack of motivation is part of my depression, which won't be magically cured just because i removed myself from a toxic environment (which i go back to every weekend, as i offered to my mother to compromise for letting me run away from her controlling grasp). i wish he was working towards some sort of goal, which would help motivate me move towards my goals. because i do not really have any friends that are studious besides a, who is in a co-op work term right now and is not on campus to spend any time together. i've been keeping in touch with t more often, but we are not that close that she replies on time when i ask her where she is on campus to study. which is inconvenient since she is theoretically the most accessible person for me to connect with, as she also lives on campus.

the one good thing about going back to my parents' house for the weekend is seeing my cat, even though she's not very affectionate unless i am lying down (when you are busy doing something and are lying down, she'll sit on you. very rewarding experience). i wish we could keep pets in our dorm. not that it stops people (t's roommate has some gerbils), but a cat is more noticeable than rodents, and we do not have the funds to do so as we are both trying to save money (which we are failing to do so as of late with our new furnishing purchases).

i told d to wake me up before noon starting this week to go on walks to motivate me to at least not feel like my day is ruined by waking up in the afternoon. i am going to push myself to not be an ass and actually wake up when he tells me to do so (although that will involve sleeping earlier, which i need to tell myself to tell him to get off his pc at night). i have not fallen in a proper routine since first year (although technically, looking back on my transcript, i had someone of a routine in third year when there was hybrid classes. it just did not feel like one because d was following me everywhere and i ended up skipping a lot of my classes to spend my mornings with him).

it feels like i am indulging in my vices, but i am not happier, or feel good in the slightest. i guess that is what my coping mechanism is – engaging in a lot of short-term, dopamine inducing things that end up making me feel more guilty. but i am not trying to. realistically, i tell myself taking one to two mental health days are okay, but not the whole week (which is what i have been doing, essentially).

i'll try again tomorrow. it will be a new day.

i will go to church (and sleep throughout the entire mass), have lunch with my family, and hopefully request to go home earlier since it does not seem they have a fancy dinner planned. our fancy dinner was today (aka yesterday), as my mother celebrated my achievement of landing a co-op job for next semester. maybe telling them to drop me off in kerrisdale will be a good idea, as i need to buy more double eyelid tape in size medium, and i can study at the japanese green tea café. my wallet won't like that idea though. i'll ask my dad for some lunch money or something, haha.

the term 'high-functioning' seems so out of place, but i guess it is what it is. i have done quite decently for myself as a borderline. goodnight.

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britneyshakespeare · 3 years ago

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i like realizing that the older kids at work like me too. the young ones are very open when they want attention, even the shy ones in their own ways. theyre like “do you wanna go on the swings? will you play this game w me?”

fourth and fifth graders have started to get the sense that theyre bigger now and they dont wanna be seen as little kids, they wanna be seen as cool. theyll just kinda start talking to u about whatever thing they think is cool and will make them seem cool for telling you about.

#realizing a month and a half into my job that this fourth grade boy who asks me to tell him when his 20 mins of hw reading are done #actually likes me.#not that i thought he disliked me before. it's just.at that age theyre NOT affectionate especially the boys.#tales from diana #when he's doing his reading if im not helping anyone else w their hw ill pull out a book and start reading too #and he's been reading the captain underpants books (DID YOU KNOW THEY MAKE THEM IN COLOR NOW)#ive told him 'those books have been in my house forever. my oldest brother had them when he was in elementary school and hes 28 now'#so weve talked abt them a bit #yesterday he turned to me while we were the only ones at the homework table and he said 'what are you reading?'#🥺🥺🥺#'a book of poems by edna st. vincent millay'#im sure that means next to nothing bc he just went 'hmm' (but also he had to go back to his reading)#it was a nice quiet moment. i like when the kids start to talk to me more on their own. the older ones take a little bit more warming up.#young kids are like 'lets be friends. let me show you things i like to do.'#older ones are like 'hmmm so i guess were friends. let me casually reveal identity in conversation'#i love them both so much

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years ago

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𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

summary: sirius accidentally apparates into your bed instead of his.

w/c: 3.5k

notes: mutual pining, sirius is so jealous of jily, a few swears, suggestive moments, remus likes crosswords, soft! sirius

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sirius felt pathetic.

“i feel pathetic,” sirius whined, throwing himself on one of the potters’ cushy sofas. he buried his face in a decorative pillow and kicked his feet against the couch cushions.

“quit your little temper tantrum,” lily said, rolling her eyes. “it makes you look more pathetic.”

“which is shocking, because i didn’t think it could even get worse,” remus piped from his seat at the kitchen island, where he was doing yesterday’s daily prophet crossword.

“what’s a six-letter word and starts with an ‘s’ that could be similar to cowardly?” remus tapped his quill against his chin.

“scared?” said sirius.

“sirius?” said lily.

“hey, i’ll have you know that i am in fact a gryffindor, despite what my parents have to say about it!” sirius retorted, throwing his pillow at lily’s head blindly and missing.

“what the-” you were hit in the chest by a flying pillow as you wandered into the sitting room, looking for your friends. you identified sirius as the culprit. “are you serious?”

“why yes, i am!”

you rolled your eyes but with no real malice; instead, discarding the pillow to the side and flung yourself on top of sirius’ back with full force. he oomph’d at the sudden weight.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tucked your knees into his sides to pin him down. he protested meekly.

lily giggled as she watched sirius squirm under you as he pretended to be upset while you clung onto him triumphantly. sirius could’ve easily pushed you off, or even flipped you over, but he wasn’t going to complain about how close you were to him. no, sirius didn’t mind it one bit.

loud, thunderous footsteps could be heard bounding down the stairs as james made his presence known. euphemia trailed behind him, wary but amused.

“james, you can apparate now,” she chided. “why do you insist on causing such a ruckus every time you use the stairs?”

“but muuuuum, last time i crashed into the clock and you were all upset. i’m just being cautious.” james smiled guiltily.

euphemia waved him off. “your friends combined make less noise than you do, james.” she sighed happily as she watched her mosh of children settle soundly into her home. remus was sleepily humming a muggle song, james had taken a seat by lily and was resting his head on her lap, while you and sirius continued to smother each other.

“remus, feel free to head upstairs anytime,” euphemia said sweetly. she looked towards your crowd. “and you all as well. there’s no rush, but it’s getting late and fleamont and i will be heading to bed soon.”

there was a chorus of thank yous as euphemia left, leaving the lot of you alone on the lower level. lily looked at you and quirked her head.

you nodded. “i think lily and i will start washing up as well; goodnight everyone!”

lily kissed james’ forehead. james’ blush was apparent even in the dimness of the evening.

sirius perked up as you slid off from his back with a laugh, hoping for a kiss too. the two of you were normally affectionate anyway, so it didn’t seem so demanding.

when you made no indication of giving sirius a goodnight kiss, he sat up and pouted theatrically. “what about me? can i have a kiss too?” he whined, pointing his chin at james, who looked smug.

you appraised sirius for a minute “hmm, let’s see. have you been a good boy today?” you tapped your chin like you were deep in thought.

sirius’ heart raced.

“i think so, yes,” you decided, stepping closer to the anxious boy. you pressed three fingers to your lips—it was better than nothing, sirius decided—and slapped him (gently!) across the face.

“there’s your kiss!” you grinned mischievously.

james and lily laughed, even earning a snort from remus, who was half-asleep already.

“hey, that wasn’t- you slapped me!” sirius stammered, feeling cheated. “look how nicely lily gave prongs his kiss! you conniving little minx!” sirius crossed his arms.

“ah, well lily and james are dating and we are very much not. you’ve got to be promoted to the boyfriend level to earn that kind of salary.”

lily nodded solemnly. “that’s true. and your resume must be strong, too. job offers can be very competitive these days, y’know? and your girl has a lot of applicants.” lily winked at you.

your girl, sirius thought. he liked that. “well, how can i apply?” sirius joked, looking up at you with raised brows.

you pinched his cheek endearingly. “oh sirius, you flirt. now goodnight, all.” lily took your hand and pulled you up the stairs, hushed whispers trailing behind you and the occasional giggle from lily. sirius sat on the couch, dazed.

“what in merlin’s name happened?” james hissed loudly. “what do you call that, pads?”

remus rubbed his eyes blearily and sat beside james. the two boys stared down sirius from their couch like they were courtroom judges and sirius was being interrogated. in a sense, he was.

“i- i don’t know! she just slapped me and then ignored what i said!” sirius exclaimed.

james shushed him. “you’re going to wake up the entire house!”

remus sighed disappointedly. “are you two daft? she clearly thinks you’re flirting with her-”

“-i am!”

“-as a joke. you flirt with everyone, padfoot. coming from you, flirting is almost like… platonic behavior.”

“that literally makes no sense, you realize that, right?” sirius scoffed.

james hummed and shook his finger as he came to realization. “no, no. moony’s right-”

“-when am i ever not right?”

“-you flirt with all your friends. if you want to make it obvious you like her, you have to treat her differently. for you, that wouldn’t be flirting. it’d be more like…”

remus butted in. “domesticity, i think. little, genuine things that let her know you’ve been thinking of her. nothing too theatric; that’ll make her think you’re doing it jokingly too. you’ve got to be personal with her… vulnerable, even. yes, that’s it. you should be vulnerable. everybody knows loud, annoying padfoot-”

“-i am not annoying!”

“-but if you let her see you without all the exaggeration, she’ll know you really mean what you say.”

james and sirius looked at lupin, impressed. james shook his head like he was clearing his thoughts. “when did you become so wise, moony?”

remus smirked. “wouldn’t you like to know?”

sirius couldn’t sleep. well, he was restless most nights, often plagued with nightmares or a constant stream of thoughts, but tonight he was simultaneously battling james’ snoring and remus’ rolling and shuffling around.

sirius groaned quietly, draping an arm over his eyes. he needed a break. with a quick breath, he apparated himself into the potter’s kitchen and poured himself a cup of juice, sipping quietly as he leaned against the counter.

living at james’ house was like living on the moon. at home, sirius never got to decide when he wanted to sleep. he wasn’t allowed to brush his teeth with his friends and get foam all over the counter, or nibble on a secret stash of sweets at midnight, much less leave his room to raid the fridge.

when sirius finished his juice, he wrapped up his late night escapade with a quick scourgify and a quiet sigh. once again, he apparated upstairs to avoid the creaky staircase.

sirius had made a grave error.

“what the-” you sputtered for the second time that night. “sirius?”

sirius looked down at your sleeping figure. this time, he was the one sitting on top of your body, though he was considerably heavier than you were.

“lumos,” you whispered. “sirius, what the hell are you doing here?” you tried to sound scolding, but your voice came out slurred and bleary as you tried to blink yourself awake.

“i- i don’t know! i tried apparating back to-”

“shhh!” you furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing him by the neckline of his shirt and pulling him into bed beside you. “you’ll wake lily! thank godric she’s a deep sleeper.”

you huffed, pushing yourself upright. while the boys were crammed into james’ room, you and lily were sharing the guest bedroom which housed two larger twin sized beds. there was just enough space for sirius to move off your chest and to your side.

“i’m sorry, i went downstairs for a drink and i must’ve apparated to the wrong place or something-”

“clearly! how on earth did you manage that?”

“i don’t know! i’m tired, alright?” he punctuated his words with a big yawn.

“you know,” you began, a smug look growing on your face. “you have to envision where you want to go when you’re apparating. thinking of me in bed, are you now?”

sirius gulped, burning with nerves at your close proximity. “n-no! i mean, it’s not that i haven’t thought about- shit, i mean- uh, i can go now, if you want.”

you laughed breathily. “you’re good, siri.” you yawned. “maybe… maybe you should stay here for the night. i don’t want you to splinch yourself if you’re tired.”

sirius chewed his lower lip, admiring the side of your face as you fiddled with the edge of your blanket. he was wordless as he tried to steady his breathing.

you turned your head suddenly with wide eyes and met his. “you don’t have to, of course! i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, i just thought-”

“no- oh no, i mean, yes! yes, i’ll stay. i’d love- like to stay. i appreciate it,” he smiled, eyes flickering across your face. you hadn’t realized how close the two of you really were; you could easily kiss him bump heads if you leaned in. of he shuffled a bit closer to you and his thigh brushed yours. “sorry, the bed’s a little small.”

your mouth formed a little O as you scooted over as well, making more room for him. “i hadn’t realized—here, you can have some more space. you’re bigger anyway.”

the two of you awkwardly adjusted as sirius slipped under the covers. he punched the pillow a few times and cozied into a comfortable position. his body faced yours; his breath fanned over your skin.

“hey,” you whispered giddily.

“hi,” he echoed, biting his lip to stop himself from smiling too largely. sirius’ face seemed to melt into something soft—it was a vulnerability you’d never seen from him—as he gazed at you. he almost seemed to marvel at you.

“you’re so beautiful, y’know?” sirius murmured, brushing a few loose hair from your face. when he was finished, he didn’t pull his hand away. instead, he let it cup your cheek gently as he began to rub little semicircles into your skin with his thumbs.

“that means a lot, coming from the prettiest boy i know.” you placed your hand on top of his, hooking his thumb between yours to stop the movement. “my pretty boy, hm?”

your eyelids fluttered. sirius wasn’t sure if you were fully present; you looked half asleep. still, your words made his heart flutter, even though he knew he shouldn’t take them to heart.

“my best girl,” sirius cooed, slipping his hand out from under yours to wrap it around your shoulder instead. he pulled you closer to his chest and you eagerly obliged until the two of you were completely pressed together. you sighed in contentment.

sirius pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “g’night, lovely. i- i love you.”

you responded with a soft snore.

click! a bright flash and twinkling laughter made you open your eyes. you squinted at the harsh light—had somebody left the blinds open? you groaned, making a note for tonight.

you buried your head into your pillow, inhaling a deep breath of the potters’ laundry detergent. you knew the family was rich, but were they so rich that their detergent smelled this heavenly? they must’ve put some sort of spell on the bedding. it was rich; a little smokey, with notes of spice that reminded you of christmas cooking. you smiled to yourself, nuzzling closer. the potters were sweet to invest in something that’d make you feel welcome in their house. you’d never felt so at home.

click! another flash. a chuckle, but deeper and decidedly male. you hummed with annoyance at the interruptions.

your pillow was moving. did the potters enchant the pillows as well?

“dove?” sirius’ raspy morning voice mumbled into your ear. the vibrations tickled your skin and sent goosebumps running down your arms.

“sirius?” you exclaimed. the ‘enchanted pillow’ was not a pillow at all, it seemed. it was your best friend longtime crush, whose body you’d been cuddling up to all night. well, shit.

“did y’get a good one?” james’ voice floated through the room.

“oi, shut up, prongs. ‘m trying to sleep,” sirius grumbled. he didn’t seem to care about the intimacy of your position. instead, he only tightened his hold on your waist and even brought his other arm to rest at the name of your neck, which allowed him to settle his chin on the crown of your head. you could hear—and feel—the steady thumping of his heart.

as you awoke, you became more aware (and more horrified) at how you’d fallen asleep. one of your legs was bent over his, and his hands were carded through the hairs at the nape of your neck.

“holy shit,” you muttered, pulling sirius’ hands off of you. “sirius, wake up. i think they’re taking pictures of us.” you looked up at james, lily, and remus. “-those little shits.”

“huh?” sirius jolted awake, his arm never leaving your waist. “what in merlin’s name-”

james snickered. “you two seem to have had a good night, eh?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“shuddup, prongs,” sirius retorted. “get your head out of the gutter.”

“sirius…” lily ribbed, pursing her lips in amusement.

any annoyance on sirius’ face vanished and was quickly replaced by pure terror. “oh fuck,” he grimaced, before throwing the sheets off his body and running awkwardly to the bathroom while adjusting his pants.

your face heated. lily came by your side, practically in stitches, and you squeaked in shock. james went jogging after sirius, yelling suggestive comments unabashedly.

“so, what was that?” remus probed, sitting on the corner of your bed where sirius had just been laying.

“he was wearing clothes, alright? stop- don’t make this weird,” you pleaded.

“we didn’t say anything about states of undress,” lily chided, looking triumphantly at remus, who sighed.

“what’s it to you, anyway?” you pushed yourself out of bed, fussing with your hair momentarily as you tried to tame your bedhead. “‘s none of your business.”

“oh, but it is. james owes me three galleons,” lily announced. “and remus is coughing up eight sickles.”

“you bet on me?”

“well, not on you, perse,” lily backtracked. “on you and sirius’ relationship. so technically, that’s not either of you. it’s a relationship. aaaanyways, remus thought you were going to get together before summer break, i guessed during the second day of staying here, and james guessed at the end of our stay. and i was right! well, i was a couple hours off. but i still win.”

you closed your eyes, unable to process the audacity of your friends. “you lot are cheeky assholes, y’know that?”

“oh, we know. but these ‘cheeky assholes’ have blackmail now,” lily smirked.

“or, photos and a good story for your wedding,” remus piped in. lily nodded her head eagerly.

“i didn’t take you for a romantic, lupin,” you mumbled, beginning to dig through your clothes and change out of your pajamas. “what time is it, anyway?”

“nine-thirty!” lily chirped, placing emphasis on each number. “we let you two sleep in. it was cute.”

“we aren’t cute.”

“aha! so there’s a ‘we’ now!” james cheered from the doorway. sirius had returned in his normal clothes, still looking a little flustered. you averted your eyes.

“‘m gonna change. goodbye, twats.” you shuffled down the hallway. as much as you pretended to be annoyed by your meddling friends’ antics, you smiled uncontrollably as you heard them interrogate sirius next, who did a much worse job of hiding his feelings.

feelings. were there feelings? and james’ question still stood. was there a ‘we?’

“i’m starving,” james whined, clutching his stomach dramatically. “if we keep pushing off breakfast, i’m going to be too weak for quidditch season next year.”

lily rolled her eyes. “you big baby. c’mon remus, let’s leave the toddler here and make something for ourselves.” lily linked her arm through remus’ and made a big show of trotting away, with james scrambling after them desperately.

when you came to the kitchen, your friends were still fighting playfully over lily’s taunts. “i am not a big baby!” james complained.

“you’re literally throwing a fit right now!” lily laughed, shoving him with her shoulder. you laughed alongside her as you watched james stumble.

sirius, though he’d always found james’ embarrassment to be funny, didn’t laugh. he was watching you, smiling hopelessly at the way your laugh seemed to pierce his senses more sharply than the brightness of the sun, noticing the way your body shook a little from the enthusiasm of your happiness, and staring longingly at your parted lips.

remus thwaked sirius in the back of the head with the most updated copy of the daily prophet. “stop staring like a fucking idiot and do something,” he hissed. sirius found himself pushed off his chair as remus slipped in with a pencil in hand, already immersed in his crossword.

“siri, y’alright?” you giggled, noticing sirius’ unusual quietness and the odd, hazy look in his eyes.

“yeah! ‘m all good.” sirius startling slightly. “thanks, dove.”

sirius made his way beside you and again, wrapped his arm around your waist. you shivered. “are you cold?” sirius asked.

“ah- no. you’re just- you make me nervous,” you said hesitantly.

sirius’ words were slow, calculated. “in a good way or bad way?” he looked down at you and raised his eyebrows questioningly. he bent down and lowered his voice. “‘cos i’m really hoping it’s a ‘sirius black, you give me butterflies and i’m madly in love with your charisma, luscious hair, and gorgeous face,’ type’a way.”

“ugh,” you groaned, pushing against his chest playfully as your face burned. sirius only strengthened his hold on you. “you wish, black,” you sniffed, tipping your chin up at him haughtily. but then your teasing smile dropped into something intense and genuine. you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out.

so, sirius did the speaking for you. cupping your pointed chin in a delicate hand, sirius lowered his head until his lips brushed over yours—just barely. he smilled, his breath warming the planes of your face as he held himself still.

pulling sirius closer down to you by the fabric of his shirt, you dusted your lips across his for a fleeting moment. you pulled away almost immediately, panicking at what you’d just done. sirius shook his head, amused, and pulled you in once more, pressing his lips against yours firmly and holding you there, supported and assured, until you melted comfortably into his mouth.

“siri…” you gasped, pulling away. “oh my merlin, sirius?” you called, chewing your kiss-swollen lip as you watched sirius sway hazily in his spot. he was muttering silent words.

“pads!” james hollered. “way to go, padfoot!” he slammed his hand into the back of sirius’ head.

“ow, what the fuck, mate?” sirius rubbed the spot that james had attacked.

“you dog!” lily shrieked, running around the counter to throw herself at you and wrangle you around excitedly. it seemed that your friends were more passionate about the kiss than you two were.

well, that wasn’t true. the two of you were a bit too dizzy to appreciate the excitement of it all.

from remus’ position at the stove, two eggs came magically whizzing through the air and cracked themselves on top of james and lily’s heads.

“moony! what the hell was that for?” lily sputtered.

“i just did a hair mask last night!” james complained.

remus rolled his eyes, nonchalantly waving his wand over the pan of scrambled eggs he was cooking. “leave the two of ‘em be. i’m sure you’ll have plenty of moments to see them snogging in the future.” remus turned towards the two of you, looking bashful. sirius had given you his hand to hold and you were fiddling with his fingers. he looked very pleased.

remus sighed exasperatedly, before turning back to his eggs. “now you two get out! you’re killing my appetite.”

you and sirius looked at each other, and with bright, childish giggles, you ran out of the kitchen with sirius on your heels. remus huffed grumpily, waving his wand again to scramble the eggs, but unbeknownst to his friends, he cracked a satisfied smile.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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tinyyoungblood · 4 years ago

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hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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familyfriendlyweed · 4 years ago

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late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3

it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep.

saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow.

you : why hello there, el señor

you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.

idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

idiota : hmm i see, i see

you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

you : eh??? what drugs are u on

idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

you : literally go to sleep wtf

idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

you : ...really?

idiota : si, si! <3

you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : i’m coming over <3

your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

you : wait what

you : wdym “i’m coming over”

you : no tf ur not

you : go to sleep

idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

you : are you like... for real now?

you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you.

your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

idiota : thank you so much

you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this?

but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched.

exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

ding ding!

you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

“hello, mamacita”

you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party.

“hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

“nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout.

“alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly.

“whatever the chica bella says.”

he put you down.

“aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

“i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

“perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

“perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again.

little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

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quokkacore · 4 years ago

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk 😼

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.”

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking

ever

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone

his texts give you butterflies

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long?

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps

anyways before this becomes v nsfw

you two catch up like u had met yesterday

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter”

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends???

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa

or makes him uncomfortable

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace

zero pda at the start of the relationship

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team

but slowly he warms up

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers

if anything you believe in them even more

now you watch more diligently during practice

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best)

walks home with you are so much more serene

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too

at first he was like stop copying me 😾

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ”

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!!

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !!

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease

now you’ve never seen toru play properly

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one?

never

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school)

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃”

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just

so amazed

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there

also love, love, loves lazy days with you

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs

a l l songs

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ?????

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just

“you’re my lucky charm”

when he wins

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not”

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3

anyways

yes

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend

im frothing

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3

so he was so flirty

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him

going out with him is super fun

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man !

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay

so you wanted to make the most out of everything

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural?

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching

and then it kinda goes really silent

but

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.”

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.”

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world

and maybe you saw it coming

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

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NekuShiki question time! #2 :)

Who said "I love you" first? When?

Do they ever go dancing? How does it go?

Who is more affectionate with the other?

First I love you

The person who I envision to say the first “I love you” in the post-NEO world would be Neku. Pre-NEO I would hands down have thought it would be Shiki, because out of the two I feel like Neku’s more of an awkward sort and wouldn’t know how to put romantic feelings into words. But after NEO I feel like Neku became a little better at conveying his feelings and here’s why:

He watched her exit the elevator. She was talking to someone holding a camera bag, possibly the photographer she had just hired a couple of days ago. He remembered their evening meal yesterday, one he had to pry her away from her work to partake in, relating to her upcoming photoshoot. He learned their usual photographer had double booked and she had to scramble to find a replacement. The replacement looked young, around their age, and seemed to be bowing a goodbye to her before walking towards the exit behind him.

Neku continued to watch her, as she pulled out her phone from her Mr. Mew purse. Shiki tapped furiously at the screen, with speed rivaling Nagi, and seconds later he felt a buzz in his pocket.

After tucking her phone back away, Shiki moved toward the turnstiles situated near the door and finally saw him. It took her a second to overcome the surprise, he didn’t tell her that he was coming to pick her up, but she immediately brightened as she walked toward him at a steadfast pace.

How many days, months, years had he waited and hoped for to see a sight like this? To feel like this? Like his chest tightening in anticipation of her being in his arms, his cheeks warming at her smiling at him for simply … existing? How long had he spent thinking about the life he could have had with his friends, with her?

When Neku was dropped into the Shinjuku UG, he went into shock. Why? Why was he back when he was banned from ever playing the game again? He had just gotten his life back. He finally didn’t feel so alone in the vast seas of Shibuya.

But then he got shot … again.

His cynical side thought, maybe this was his retribution. He didn’t deserve friends, not after what he did to him…

But then he remembered them, and what they had all said to him.

“Let me in! Tell me what you're thinking!”

“Give up on yourself, and you give up on the world.”

“You're not my partner anymore man, you're... my friend. So trus' that yo!”

Come on, work with us. A problem shared is a problem halved!

And then he could have sworn he heard her…

“You finally came back to us … I knew you would.”

“I’m so happy you're back, Neku.”

He didn’t remember her saying that to him, but it wasn’t the first time he felt like he saw things that haven’t happened yet, things that could happen if he played his cards right. Visions of a future that gave him some … hope.

Every battle he fought, every new area he stumbled into, every floating thought he passed, all led to this hope that he would get back to his friends.

When he wasn’t fighting to survive, or when Coco was standing watch so he could rest, he thought about them. Was Beat skipping classes still? Was Rhyme learning how to do those ollies Beat was trying to teach her. Was Shiki … was Shiki hanging out with Eri right now? Was she fixing a stitch on Mr. Mew? Did she miss him, the same way he missed her?

His time in the RG after playing three weeks in the reapers game was short, but nothing less than wonderful. Shiki and Neku went on a couple outings together, just the two of them when the Bito siblings had family errands. It started out a little awkward, especially when familiar restaurant and store keepers thought they were an item already. A specific ramen owner was the worst of them all even though his teasing came from a place of fondness for the pair.

Without him realizing, being with Shiki was almost as natural as breathing, and every moment he spent with her was fun, interesting, precious to him.

Neku didn’t get the time he needed to work out how important Shiki was to him before being plunged into the Shinjuku UG, but three years of company to only the disembodied thoughts of lost souls and an occasional “fairy” reaper gave him the opportunity to delve into it. The conclusion he reached gave him the motivation to keep fighting, to keep surviving. For once, he had someone worth living for.

“Earth to Neku?” Shiki waved her hands in front of his face.

He blinked, bringing himself back to the present. Shiki stood on her toes, trying to look at his face underneath his overgrown bangs. He felt her touch his cheek, concern marring her adorable face.

He hates that he brought so much strain to her life. Maybe she could have been happier with someone else, someone who wouldn’t break their promise to go shopping the next day and abruptly disappear.

But then she smiled at him, having noticed that he simply zoned out. And all of a sudden his negativity stopped spiralling and he felt grounded again. He may not feel like he deserved her, but she chose him nonetheless.

She chose to never give up on him, that he would survive the ordeal he was thrust into. She chose to be the best version of herself that she could be while she waited for him.

And then even after all that time had passed, she still chose to be with him.

Neku didn’t know if there was a word that encompassed the overwhelming emotion he felt whenever he thought of Shiki. One certainly felt close enough though.

“Hey Shiki?” He asked, putting his larger hand over her smaller one that lingered on his cheek.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he said that to anyone, if he did at all. Even though Neku had told Shiki almost immediately after his arrival in the RG that he wanted to be more than friends, he hadn’t used that word before. Love was still such a foreign concept that he wasn’t sure he understood it completely, but if there was anyone in the whole world he could associate love with, it would be Shiki.

Shiki’s hand on his face stiffened at the sudden confession. For a hot second, maybe it wasn’t the time or place she expected him to say it. He felt a slight panic from the doubt of her not reciprocating his feelings.

But those thoughts were quickly thrown out when she leaned in and kissed him.

It was a kiss longer than they had ever shared before. She was physically telling him something, but he was a little preoccupied to fully process anything. Shiki pulled away, far quicker than Neku would have liked, carrying the sweetest grin he ever saw on her.

“I love you too, Neku.”

Dancing

Shiki would have this fancy company dinner that she’d have to go to for networking. As friendly as Shiki is, she’s still introverted and the whole event just sounds utterly exhausting. Neku would be her plus one, because even if that’s the last place he would rather be, he’s her partner, and that’s that. She gets well enough along with everyone, but she has to make the rounds and greet everybody, leaving Neku alone at times. Thankfully Eri’s also there, and the girls take turns between networking and keeping Neku company. He surprises both of them when the head designer for Jupes notices Neku’s deep purple button down shirt from Jupes under a Gatto Nero’s half grey plaid - half black solid blazer (it’s visually better in my head than what I just described), and wants to talk to the designer of the jacket. Neku goes full endorsing mode for his girlfriend, and smiles smug when the girls realize they didn’t need to worry about him, much less securing a major deal with a major brand for a collaboration. He’s pretty happy with himself when he hears a version of Someday play on the surround sound. The dance floor opens up, and a couple of people start a waltz.

Neku thinks to himself, it’s an odd thing to have a dance in the middle of a company dinner, but dinners in the fashion industry are often hosted by the most eccentric of people, and he supposes it’s not so peculiar after all.

The melody plays soft and slow, and if he’s honest with himself, it’s a pretty good rendition of one of his favorite songs. He sees Shiki from the corner of his eye, silently asking her to dance as he extends his hand out. She’s surprised at the gesture. Neku’s many things, but dancer’s not one of them. The exaggerated kicks he’s so fond of are sort of hard to move elegantly in. A simple slow dance, he thinks, is enough for him to handle. Her thin finger slipped effortlessly into his hand.

More affectionate

Post-NEO, I feel that both are pretty affectionate toward one another, but in different ways. Shiki’s more physically affectionate, she’s more of a hugger and is always holding his hand, or his clothes, just so she can feel that he’s there. He doesn’t initiate physical touch as often as she does, but he never let’s go, or moves away from it. This happens more naturally as they start dating, snuggles and such.

Neku’s more affectionate verbally. He’s gotten comfortable saying what’s on his mind more often. He’s not shy about complimenting her, she doesn’t need his reassurances but his opinion is important to her nonetheless. He’s a natural flirt; says things that would be considered suave without intention. He would say pick up lines without realizing that they were pick up lines.

Okay, so I’m like not really sure how best to put my thoughts together but here goes:

The Shibuya and Twister kiddos would all be at some fashion function, and the Fret and Beat would comment on how attractive some of the models are. Neku would just be like, “yeah, they are attractive, but they aren’t as beautiful as Shiki.” Him referring to how much he loves her appearance as well as her personality, whereas he knows nothing about these girls so all he is going on is their looks.

And of course Shiki, who has pins in her mouth and is trying to get her models ready, hears this. Her jaw loosens and the pins fall on the floor. She’s essentially flushed and flabbergasted, by what he said and how nonchalant he said it. He looks at her like he said nothing wrong. Then he just smiles at her, and she just stutters out curse words. She doesn’t have time for this.

Notes: I’m so sorry for the late reply. I’m such a slow thinker and writer! But thanks again for the ask! The first prompt sort of snowballed. Hope you like it! @doesitringabell, I added a collection on Ao3 dedicated to you for any/all other prompts that end up longer than I had anticipated. Check out the source content.

Also sorry for any typos and such, let me know if you spot any. If anyone is still interested in my rambling mess of Neshiki fanfics/ficlets, don’t hesitate to send me more asks! It might take a while, but just know that my moments of silence are just me tinkering with ideas (writing something, hating it, revising it, writing again, rinse, repeat, then screw this, just take it.)

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