#“sound” like a character haha always so embarrassing

[keiksy-cake]

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[Please note, I’m an amateur in Japanese and have to use various resources and translation machines to help me. If you notice a possible mistake or want clarification, please bring it up to me *politely* and not aggressively or hostile.]

[oddinary4bts]

To Give a Helping Hand | jjk (ch 2)

☆summary: when Jungkook finally approaches you at the gym, he realizes you've been wanting him just as badly as he's been wanting you.

☆pairing: idol!Jungkook x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

☆genre: smut, idol!au

☆warnings: unedited, curses, explicit content: mentions of hard drugs (in a metaphor, no character does hard drugs), jerking off, oral sex (male receiving), fantasies about female oral sex (face riding), ball fondling, a tiny bit of marking, exhibitionism (they are in a car?), deep throating ish?, mouth fucking

☆word count: 3.1k

☆a/n: pure unedited sins again bc you guys asked for it and I am far too horny for mr jeon jungkook (thank you, calvin klein). I also wrote this when I was severely depressed and in need of a distraction so my bad if it sucks haha

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Jungkook watches himself in the mirror. His hair clings to the sweat on his forehead as he curls his arms, the strain enough to make him wince. Yet he pushes through, finishes the motion and then goes for another one.

He always trains until failure. Because it’s the best way to grow muscle, yes, but also because he likes the pain of it. Likes the burn, likes to put his body through the worst.

He knows he can take it.

It helps that you’re just a few benches away, doing some Bulgarian split squats. Twenty-five-pound dumbbells in each hand, you’ve been going for twelve reps each time, your focus unfaltering as you stare at a spot on the floor in front of you.

Jungkook wishes you’d look at him.

His next bicep curl ends on failure, and he winces as he lets go of the weights, putting them down on each side of the bench. He grabs his water bottle, taking a long swig of it as he looks at your reflection in the mirror.

You’ve got perfect form, your strong thighs pushing up on what he thinks is your fifth – sixth? – rep on your right leg. Your muscles shift under your skin as you move, and Jungkook forces himself to look away.

He doesn’t want to end up with a boner like he did last time. He’s been ashamed of himself somehow, and he doesn’t want to repeat it.

But it’s like you’re keen on teasing him. On being a walking nightmare, with those same devilish biker shorts that fried his brain that time. He’d told himself that he’d approach you, but so far he hasn’t been successful.

Indeed, you’ve suddenly decided to start coming to the gym with a friend, and though your friend is cute, with dark skin that hints at a perfect skincare routine, Jungkook doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

But yes, you’re keen on teasing him, doing squats next to him after he’s moved to do shoulder press on the machine. Indeed, despite all the squat racks being empty in the gym right now, you choose  the one right in front of Jungkook, and it’s a battle of will to refrain from looking at your ass each time you’re bending down.

So Jungkook looks up to the ceiling, pushes up, and he clenches his jaw at the strain in his shoulders. It’s a good burn, one he knows will leave him sore, but it’s also one that leaves him thirsty when he finishes his reps. Unfortunately, his water bottle is empty, so he walks to the water station, the music in his earbuds loud.

He’s almost done refilling his bottle when you come up behind him, with your own water bottle in hand. He feels your eyes on his profile and, heart suddenly racing, Jungkook meets your gaze.

You already have a small, knowing smile on your lips when his eyes find yours. Beautiful as ever with your high ponytail, Jungkook finds he gets lost in your gaze, unable to find the exit.

It comes to him when the water in his bottle overflows and he makes a mess on the floor. You chuckle and, despite his cheeks burning, Jungkook faces you fully.

“You come here often?” he asks over the sound of his earbuds, and he quickly takes one out.

If you’re surprised that he’s speaking to you, you don’t let it show. Instead, you raise your water bottle, motioning towards the water station. “Just a couple of times per workout.”

Jungkook feels like an idiot, yet he steps aside to let you fill up your bottle. He doesn’t walk away though, just watches you, and damn if you aren’t even more beautiful from so close.

It isn’t fucking fair.

“I’ve noticed we often come here at the same time,” Jungkook says, scrambling to find something to talk to you about.

You offer him a corner smile as you finish filling up your bottle, twisting the cap back on. “We do.”

He purses his lips, wondering if you can hear the thunder in his chest, and then he says, “I’m Jungkook.”

Your eyes twinkle with mischief, and he wants to curse himself because obviously you know who he is. But you surprise him, replying with your name and a polite bow of your head, and immediately mirrors the motion.

Then he says your name, and he has a feeling it’ll become his favourite word to moan whenever he comes. It’s inevitable – the lust he has for you is clouding his vision even now, as if the rest of the gym is fading out of focus. You don’t disappoint, holding his gaze, lips slightly parted as if you, too, are imagining what it’d be like to be together.

To tangle in bed together, up until the rest of the world cease to exist.

Is it stupid that Jungkook asks for your number next? He doesn’t think so. Especially not as you oblige, putting it into his phone. It feels like a victory – a huge one, one he knows he’ll celebrate in an entirely not appropriate way, yet he can’t stop himself from smiling to you.

It’s like you’ve given him strength to finish his workout grandly. Indeed, he maxes his PR on his next two exercises, and he leaves the gym with a comfortable soreness in his arms and shoulders, right after he’s taken a quick shower.

To his surprise, you’re standing outside, near the building in the dim light of dusk, eyes glued to your phone when he steps out of the gym.

“Need a lift?” he can’t help but ask.

You startle and he does feel bad, up until your features break into a smile that makes his heart race in his chest. “Just waiting for the bus,” you say.

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, surprised that you can afford this gym yet use public transport. He wonders, are you the kind of girl who cares about the environment to the point that you decided not to get a car? Something about the thought is adorable, and Jungkook toys with his lip piercings for a few seconds.

“I mean, I really don’t mind lifting you if you need to,” he repeats, hoping with everything in his soul that you’ll say yes.

“I don’t want to be a burden,” you insist, scrunching up your nose cutely. “But thanks for offering.”

He takes a few steps towards you so that you don’t have to speak so loud anymore, desperately looking for something else to say. “Where’s your friend?” he asks, thinking he’s a genius for asking.

“Sera?” you answer, as if he has any clue what your friend is called. “Oh, her boyfriend picked her up earlier.”

“He didn’t offer to drive you?” Jungkook says, not bothering to hide the condescendence in his tone.

You wince. “I fear that’s too much to ask of Yeonseok.”

“Then I really must drive you home,” Jungkook insists, offering you the sweetest smile he can convey.

“And what, find out where I live before you’ve even taken me out on a date?”

It’s like the world stops turning, and all Jungkook can see is you, and that twinkle of mischief lighting your gaze.

“You want me to take you out on a date?” he asks, fully aware of that bright pink Kooky plushie swinging from your keychain right now.

“Who wouldn’t?” you tease.

He narrows his gaze, yet can’t help but play along with you.

He’s been going insane for this moment for weeks after all.

“Then let’s say this is our first date,” he says. “We can drive around and if you like it, I’ll drop you at home, if you don’t I’ll drop you somewhere else. Deal?”

You smile, genuine, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Deal.”

And that’s how Jungkook finds himself in his car with you seated next to him, your head bobbing along to the music on the radio. Though you’re quick to turn towards him, your gaze burning on his profile.

“How long have you wanted to talk to me?”

Jungkook chokes on his saliva, and he coughs as he glances at you, the tip of his ears reddening. “What?”

“You think I haven’t noticed you staring at me every time we work out at the same time?” you tease, and you laugh as he shrugs his shoulders.

“You’ve been putting on a show, it’s not my fault.”

“I have?”

He lets out a non-committal sound that makes you laugh, a crystalline laugh that sounds like he’ll get addicted to it far too easily. Like heroin – one hit and he’s a goner.

As you laugh, you rest your hand on his thigh, giving it a quick, playful squeeze.

Insane. He’s fucking insane for you.

“Listen,” you say after a tense silence with your hand on his thigh. “I really am not looking for a relationship right now.”

He hears the underlying truth – you wouldn’t date an idol. He doesn’t blame you.

It’s not like he plans on ever dating you anyway.

“But if you want some fun, then I’m all in.”

His throat feels dry, and Jungkook wets his lips, glancing at you quickly. The mischief has shifted into pure lust, something he wasn’t expecting he’d see right away.

Hell, he’d imagined he’d have to work for it. But you’re offering yourself on a silver platter, and he’d be fucking dumb to let the opportunity slip away.

“You aren’t what I expected,” he says.

No, you are ten times better.

You run your hand up and down his thigh, head tilted to the side as you look at him. It’s hard to focus on the street in front of him, especially as his dick already starts getting hard.

“I hope that’s a good thing,” you let out on a low, breathy tone that makes him truly lose touch with sanity.

“Have you ever seen the city from the mountains?” he asks seemingly out of the blue.

You pout, glancing towards those you can see in the distance. “On hikes, yeah I have. Why?”

“I know a spot.”

He doesn’t actually, but he ends up finding one anyway after you’ve driven around for a little while. Though you can’t see most of the city from here, it’s still beautiful, twinkling lights looking back at you down in the city.

You admire the view, and Jungkook gets lost admiring you. Your profile is delicate, your hair still just as fluffy and unruly around your head. He instinctively pushes a strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek as you meet his gaze.

The car fills with electricity, with an intensity that cannot be ignored, and Jungkook dives in, pressing his mouth on yours. You immediately kiss him back, your hand finding his thigh again, and Jungkook pushes his tongue in your mouth, lapping you up, making the kiss far too languid for his own good.

You let out a breathy sound that makes him see stars, and when your hand shifts closer to his dick, he feels all his blood rushing down. His own hand finds the back of your head, and he tilts his to the side to deepen the kiss, right as he softly grunts.

You’re a good kisser. All lips and tongue, and Jungkook wants to pull you on his lap, to keep on kissing you all night long, but it seems you’ve got other plans in mind. Indeed, you pull away from the kiss, leaving him breathing raggedly as he looks at you quizzically, but then you’re quickly pulling your hair back into a ponytail.

His heartrate skyrockets as he understands what will happen next. It’s like he’s stuck in one of his deepest, darkest fantasies, and you’re jumping right in with him.

You truly are devilish, aren’t you?

When your hair is safely tucked in a ponytail, you meet Jungkook’s gaze. Your eyes shine with undiluted lust, and it steals the breath from his lungs.

To be the receiver of such desire…

He’s going to come far too quickly, isn’t he?

You pat his thigh again, leaning in for another kiss. Jungkook immediately obliges, colliding his mouth with the softness of yours. You palm him through his pants the second he pushes his tongue between your lips again, and Jungkook grunts as he instinctively bucks his hips, seeking for more friction.

“You’re a little impatient,” you say as you pull away, and you glance down at where you’re touching him. “Maybe we should get you out of your pants.”

It doesn’t take more than that to convince Jungkook to push his pants down, and he’s soon sitting there, his dick out in his car as if someone can’t just pull up and see.

Yet the thought turns him on, and Jungkook is infinitely thankful that he took a quick shower at the gym when you grab the base of his dick, jerking him off once.

“You’re so big,” you breathe.

All he can do is grunt as you stroke him again, your grip firm. It feels even better than he imagined. Like heaven – your hand fits perfectly around him, and you expertly flick your wrist whenever you near the top.

All that’s missing is lube, but you’re quick to bend down, blowing a breath on the sensitive tip of his dick.

“Shit,” Jungkook lets out.

“You often get sucked in your car?” you ask like the brat you are.

He can’t reply. Not when you wrap your lips around his tip, and he thinks he’s floating out of his body. Your mouth is wet, warm and so, so soft around him he thinks he might just come already.

“No,” he chokes out as you swirl your tongue around him before pushing down on him, up until he hits the back of your throat.

It takes everything in Jungkook not to buck his hips and fuck your mouth. But he wants to be nice, wants to play nice, if only so that he won’t scare you.

He doesn’t want to lose you before he’s even had you.

He reclines his seat, allowing you a better access, and you reward him with a small moan as you can take more of him in, and it’s enough to make his mind spin with addictive bliss.

You pull away, a string of spit connecting your mouth to his dick. “Good boy.”

That’s it. He’s a goner. Especially when you truly get to work, offering him the perfect combination of sucking and tongue, of your hand jerking him off in time with the bobbing of your head. He keeps his moans low, more grunts than anything, but when you moan as he hits the back of your throat, Jungkook curses loudly.

“You like this?” you tease, blinking away tears from the gag reflex you’ve been holding in.

“Holy fuck,” he answers, and you laugh lightly before taking him in your mouth once more.

You’re drooling all over him, sucking his soul out of his body, and Jungkook feels his balls tightening.

Already.

“Wait,” he lets out, and you pull away, breathing heavily as you meet his gaze.

“Uh?”

He wipes the drool on your lips, and you immediately suck on his thumb, tongue teasing the pad of the finger. You’re going to fry his brain before the end of the night, aren’t you?

“If you keep sucking me like this I’ll come.”

You smirk, downright lustful. “Isn’t that the point?”

“I want to fuck you,” he says, and he hates that he sounds so pouty, but he can’t help it.

He wants to live every single one of his dirty fantasies with you, after all.

“And I want to know what your cum tastes like,” you counter, squeezing his dick hard.

Jungkook moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his defiance fully leaving him now. If you want him to come in your mouth, then he’ll happily oblige. And then you’re bending down, going back to work as he murmurs your name.

You’re better than he imagined, so much better, and his dick twitches in your mouth as you moan. He feels the vibrations all along his shaft, and he grabs your ponytail, increasing your rhythm. Pushing your head down on him so that you take more of him, and when you don’t complain, instead moaning again, Jungkook stops holding himself back.

He fucks up in your mouth, and your hand flies to his thigh, your nails digging in his skin. The slight pain sets his nerves alight with desire, and he loses himself in you, in the rocking of his hips as he snaps them up in your mouth.

You take him in, holding the gag reflex in, moaning as he establishes a quick rhythm to chase his orgasm. He thinks he’s in love with your mouth – you’re so good, too good to him. He highly doubts he deserves it.

Not when he hasn’t given you anything in return. And he wants to taste you, wants you to sit on his face until he can’t breathe anymore and he gets drunk to the taste of you. It’s that image that brings him closer to his high, so close he already buzzes with it.

You push him over the edge when you grab his balls, gently squeezing. He moans out your name as he comes, unloading his cum deep in your throat as you take over, bobbing your head up and down slowly to milk his orgasm.

And you do milk his orgasm. You fucking do – he’s truly, fully swimming in bliss by the time his dick stops twitching, his balls fully emptied.

You pull away from him, and he thinks he loves your mouth even more when you push your tongue out to show that you swallowed everything. It’s so hot he’d fool himself into going for another round, but the hour is getting late, and he’s got an early morning tomorrow.

“Holy shit,” he lets out.

You laugh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “That felt good?”

“Fuck, yeah it did.”

You smirk, tilting your head to the side. “Happy to oblige.”

“I’ll have to repay the favour to you one of these days,” Jungkook says, and he hopes you don’t hear the underlying hope in his tone.

He doesn’t want you to think he’s been dreaming about you, about your body for so long.

You wet your lips. “Your place this weekend?”

And though maybe he should say no, as you’re the fan and he the idol, Jungkook answers with, “Bring a bottle of wine.”

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Yeah this is pure sin. Porn with practically no plot hahah did we like it? Let me know what you thought!

[alexisomnias]

— CALL ME. . . | twst

⤷ your last message to them before death

characters | DORMLEADERS

✎ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS "I love you"

riddles finger hovers the messenger app. the message of 'i love you too' being left unsent, your message being left alone, without any following texts. riddles tears silently falling as his vision blurs, staring at the empty conversations that seem lifeless without you on the other end of the screen. your love being unreturned because he thought he'd be able to vocalize it in front of you, instead stuck with the screen light blinding him, and no sound escaping the room. he knew you weren't on call, you'd never be able to call him again... no matter how he preferred them.

he never got the chance to say he loved you back...

✎ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR "Asshole, pick up the phone! 😠"

he could almost hear your voice through the screen. your angry voice telling him to pick up your calls while he slept away, phone on silent. Clueless as to when your last call would be, your last words to him. the message itself is quite silly, it has emoji's and your cursing him out for his laziness. But oh how he wishes you would continue, call him a lazy son of a bitch, an asshole, anything... He'll pick up the phone next time on the first ring... just talk to him again please... his phone is off silent you know...? he needs your voice, and he doesn't know how he'll live the rest of his life without it.

Leona lays awake waiting for a call that will never be made, he swears to answer it when it rings...

✎ AZUL ASHENGROTTO "Azul, people are starting to stare haha, I'll see you soon!"

passersby's always wonder what the boss of the monstro lounge listened to when signing off papers. Cooped up in his office in what is silence for everyone else but noise for him. his earbuds attached to the sounds in his phone no one else could hear. the voice message of his beloved being replayed throughout the day as he tried to fill his empty heart with the words he will no longer hear. azul misses you by his side during these days, and oh how he misses the messages exchanged between you two, during the days while he laughed in his room whenever you embarrassed yourself by perhaps speaking too loud.

how he misses seeing your face...

✎ KALIM AL-ASIM "love you, sleep well! good night Kalim!"

kalim lays with your clothing in hand as he stares off, listening to your voice on repeat. perhaps if he listens to it enough it'll send him off to sleep rather then the hours he's spent awake. maybe just one press of the play button through the thousands will let him sleep without missing you being on his mind. he knows your sleeping well, despite not having you next to him as he tries like he's always had. like how he misses... he plays the sound of your voice again, the voice message at risk of breaking through overuse as your melodic voice echoes through the screen.

he knows your asleep, and he wishes he could call you and wake you up, like he's done many times before...

✎ VIL SCHOENHEIT "Vil, are you busy???? i miss you :("

vil was always a bit surprised when he saw your overemote messages, but how he loves it now. every empty message is left with a charm of you, and liveliness he'd never be able to find in present time. scrolling through his past messages with you, even comments you've made in a sea of strangers he'd find for a bit more of your life left behind. It's all he has now, and its what he's going to cling too. he hates how busy he always was, how it effected his time with you. seeing the remnants of how he left hurts him in current time. he'd quite his job and start a new life, never to be busy again if you came back.

he misses you too...

✎ IDIA SHROUD "I'll be home soon."

oh how he wishes there was more of you left to memory. more then these texts exchanged that seemed so quiet and far away. idia always preferred texting you, no stuttering or anxiousness to be caught in his replies, and they are deleted unlike words said in real life. but he wishes they weren't anymore, he wishes all words were preserved and saved, no matter how anxious it would make him. idia was an idiot to think you were to return home to him in no time, an idiot to reply as if he would see you again.

yet he'd wait for you for the rest of his life in the comforts of your shared home if it meant you may return soon.

✎ MALLEUS DRACONIA "You've reached [Name]! sorry I couldn't answer your call right now, but try again and I may pick up soon!"

you and malleus always called, and perhaps now he wishes he understood the machinery humans like you used more as he has little memory of your voice or speech. For the end of time, all he has now is the voice message left for strangers and missed calls. he was no stranger. For how he wished the voicemail was longer, more then a few words for its all of what he has left of your voice now. The lies you speak make his heart break. You will never be able to return his calls, the calls of yearning and grief he makes because you cannot.

Malleus misses you oh so dearly, and he wishes he had more to look back on...

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ ➛ best friend!hyunjin gets jealous of this new boy you've been talking a little too much about

pairing : best friend!hyunjin x gn reader

prompt : hyunjin can't help but get jealous of the new boy you seem to be infatuated with lately, hating the ugly feeling that burned through his chest everytime you said his name. he wishes he had realized sooner that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, because this new boy was, in fact, only fictional.

genre : fluff, little bit of angst bc hyunjin is jealous :(

word count : 707 words

an : extremely self indulgent haha

hyunjin was in love with you. everybody knew it; his friends knew, your friends knew, even the people in your university that he had never spoken to before knew about it. everyone seemed to know except for you.

but the boy could never confess. everytime he came close to, something always seemed to come in the way. this time it was another boy.

he first heard the name rindou when the two of you were out with a group of friends. he noticed how your phone's screen lit up and the girl sitting right beside you burst into a fit of giggles when she noticed your lockscreen. you switched off your phone before he could catch a glimpse of it himself, but he did hear the faint teasing of your friend. "i know you like rindou, but so much that he's already your lockscreen?"

hyunjin's heart dropped when he noticed the slight blush on your cheeks as you told her to shut up.

he was heartbroken. partly because you were best friends and you apparently didn't feel comfortable enough sharing about this new boy with him, and partly because here he had been pining over you for years and now you were suddenly interested in someone else?

hyunjin wanted to cry. what did rindou have that he did not? heck, he didn't even know who this boy was. he'd asked everyone around campus and there was no rindou who studied there. was it someone you met online? maybe on a dating app?

hyunjin's first impulse was to distance himself from you. it drove him mad, not seeing you for days and hearing the disappointment in your voice everytime he called off a plan.

but it was for the best, right? wrong. he couldn't have been more wrong.

the first time he saw you after an entire week was at a party, and his heart hurt when he saw the smile he loved so much take over your face when you saw him.

you rushed forward, throwing yourself in his arms. hyunjin wanted to wrap his own arms around you and breathe in your scent that he had missed so much and just never let you go. but he pulled away anyways, ignoring the hurt that flashed across your face.

"don't get too close. we don't want your boyfriend getting jealous, do we?"

he didn't meant to sound so crass, but it slipped out and there was nothing he could do about it as you blinked at him blankly. once. then twice.

"what?"

he scoffed. so first you kept rindou a secret from him and then you were going to play dumb? did you think hyunjin was that stupid?

"rindou. the guy who's your new lockscreen. aren't you with him?"

hyunjin was confused as your expression slowly morphed into a horror struck one.

"is that what you're salty about?" you asked incredulously.

"well, of course i'm a bit hurt you didn't tell me about him. i would be happy for you, you know, if you really liked him."

the poor boy was so confused when you burst into a fit of laughter, clutching at his arm for support.

"you mean that rindou?" was all you could manage between gasps as he stared at you with increasing confusion.

what was so funny?

"jinnie, no," you said, shaking your head. "rindou is a fictional character. he doesn't exist. he's from a manga i'm reading"

oh.

hyunjin felt heat rise up his face as he hastily freed his arm from your grasp, turning away from you so you wouldn't notice his increasingly embarrassed expression. rindou was fictional?

gods, hyunjin felt so stupid. all this for a boy who doesn't even exist?

"hyunjin, look at me."

he ignored you, letting out a huff as you tried to control the laughter that threatened to bubble out again.

"jinnie, please?"

"stop calling me that."

"but that's the only way you'll listen to me."

the two of you seemed to have forgotten the party raging around you.

"this is so embarrassing. please leave me alone."

"were you jealous?"

his silence spoke volumes and he heard you huff softly.

"jinnie, turn around, please?"

"so you can laugh at me more?"

"no, you dumbass, so i can kiss some sense into you."

©lixie-phoria, 2023

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[harfanfare]

If that's okay could i request it for Epel?

How to win the heart of Epel Felmier?

a/n: Thank you for requesting~~ Dear Readers, while I am not a native English speaker, I wrote this ff in the English-pronounciation (?) mindset that “Epel” and “Apple” sound very similar. If it’s not all that similar, may Reader be too obsessed with apples to have that selective hearing when it comes to Epel’s name or let’s blame it on the Harveston’s dialect, haha

Be a zealous apple lover.

You envy this boy’s name.

“Apple”? What a majestic word to be named after. The first time you’ve heard a woman calling someone like that, you remember stilling in place and whooping your head at a ten-year-old boy who yelled that he was coming.

And he… doesn’t look like an apple. Maybe you weren’t expecting a walking apple, nor a boy with red hair dressed in all browns, carrying a big basket of apples (and of course, eating one in the other hand) like a character created for a show whose audience is a tad younger than you, but none of the apples you know turn purple.

Never have you imagined someone with such a beautiful name would move so wobbly in snow, the sledge he dragged behind definitely too heavy.

The realization of how unfitting this name was makes you lose a grip on the basket of fabric you got from one of your new neighbours. Well, everyone here is “new” if you just came into this little village just three days ago.

That boy notices you. He must have heard the news because a flash of recognition paints itself on his face. You didn’t return a shy smile at the staring, even if you wanted to. You remember your cheeks prickling from the freezing wind when you bolted home as the apple boy looked like he wanted to say something.

“He doesn’t look like an apple,” you argue with your mother that night, as she kisses your temple goodnight.

“Maybe not. But I would have loved you two to be friends…” Your mother stops in her words as you roll your eyes at her and pout with all your might. She suppresses a laugh that you would take to your heart. “…But, maybe I should be glad he doesn’t resemble an apple at all? You would have fallen head over heels in love with him if he did.”

Yeah, your mother doesn’t need to look so happy as you grew agitated.

“I wouldn’t!” You protest loudly and bury yourself deeper into bed sheets even if your face grows hotter. Maybe of the embarrassment, maybe of the fury, but surely not because of the boy. “I would never fall in love with a boy like him. And I don’t want you to talk about this to anyone!”

You remember your mother’s eyes twinkling with utter amusement. “Yes, yes, all right.”

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2. Challenge Apple to a sled race.

Maybe it’s the fault of far too many action films being aired on TV, yet the idea of being able to win anything a fight was stuck in your head.

Some limited part of your brain thought that, hm, Apple might just give up his name to you if you won in this town’s most famous activity: the Harveston’s Sled Race. It seemed only appropriate for you to pick something the boy must know, even if you had only got your first sledge barely two weeks ago.

“Ya… want my name?” Apple blinks as you grow irate when you repeat your offer once again. You remember rolling your eyes ostentatiously at him, and Apple huffing loudly at you. “What does it even mean, duh?”

He crosses his arms and glared at you. He has the advantage of being just a little bit taller than you, but thankfully, his The-Great-Seven-Better-Bless-Her grandmother never ceases to dress him in fluffy, puffy clothes, always in pastel colours; the cute pompom on top of his beanie and shawl in the adorable pink shade made him much less imposing.

“Whoever wins in this sledge race will be called Apple,” you repeat. Apple squints his eyes at you. “I like this name so much, you have no idea. Please give it up to me.”

“Oh.”

You have no idea why his face slowly turned red. If you knew better, you would have used this opportunity to tease him, but little you didn’t want to mock a newly met boy, even if you just threw down a gauntlet for his name.

“It’s a normal name….” He mutters, and before you can protest, he draws his eyes to you, somehow redeeming you speechless. “…But I’ll challenge you if that’s what you wanna do.”

Huh. You weren’t expecting him to agree so easily.

…Nor were you expecting him to glide on the snow with his sledge. He looked frail enough to not care about things like rides and thought that it would give you the advantage. It did not. Apple flew or used magic, or illusions because he rode so fast the snow beneath him barely left a trace.

That was some cool skill, even if you hated how awed you were.

It seems like you challenged the wrong boy because this one wins with ease.

“Sorry,” he says with flushed cheeks, and his deep breaths create little warm clouds in freezing air. He lays on the snow, and his fringe sticks to his forehead. He has won, and it was a tough victory yet a well-earned one. “I will still be the only Epel in this town.” He shifts his gaze on you. “So. What’s your name?”

Well, he is a (treacherous) winner. You give your name to him.

He smiles slightly, he repeats it slowly and goes quiet. You look over to see him open his eyes from reverie and bright lights dance in his eyes.

“It’s nice. I think it suits you well.”

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3. Have some baking skills.

“Epel, dear. We’ll be having our little neighbour helping us this year’s festival, so please show how responsible can you be and teach [Name] how to prepare apples for the pies.”

Ugh. If only Grandma Marja wasn’t so kind, you would have been protesting more.

Apple looks at you and you frown slightly as he sighs at your sight.

“You again?”

And because Grandma Marja already left, you feel free to announce your displeasure with the situation as well. Sadly, there are no other kids your age in this village, so you are probably bound to accompany him for the rest of your whole life here as he’s your only peer.

“Unfortunately.”

Apple hands you an apron, before ordering you to wash your hands. Because the kitchen island is too occupied with other dishes and too high for any of you without a stool, you take a seat next to a coffee table that was impractically set between the salon and kitchen, leaving just enough space to create a narrow route from one room to another.

“Have you ever baked an apple pie before?” He asks and you shake your head. His brows furrow slightly as he thinks whether you will be a help here at all. “So, it will be a long day…”

He better not write you off before you can even start.

You cross your arms. “Test me first, complain later... if ever.”

“I’m not complaining. But we have a knife and a peeler. Oh, and it hurts if you get cut. You should take it slowly and be careful,” he adds and hops to the other room to grab a basket full of apples. He lays it between you two.

Apple doesn’t let you use a knife.

“I am older than you,” he says and takes an apple from you to cut it into even pieces. You don’t notice the skill he has to make careful cuts precise and clean, as you glare at him.

“Barely.”

The few-month gap in your age isn’t enough to stop you from insisting that you can do more complicated things than just peeling apples. That’s some arduous work, especially when the peeler doesn’t cooperate and the thin fruit’s skin gets stuck between the blades.

So, Apple, who couldn’t contain that last annoyed sigh, finally lends you a knife. He instructs you, but after several times that you tell him you know what are you doing, he hesitantly goes back to his work. You could feel a worried gaze at you nonetheless, and at one time you looked over your shoulder to see him staring at you.

And that’s when the knife slips from your hands.

You don’t scream, but a gasp and a sudden flinch gives you away.

“Aaaand that’s what I was saying,” he immediately drops the apple he was taking care of, and stands next to you, scrutinizing the cut. It’s not bigger than a paper cut, yet it’s a bit deeper and stings as much. You quickly hide your hands from him. “Go take your hand under the cold water. I will get some bandages.”

He gets some. He then orders you—” I am the older one here and I was right before, so I am in charge between us two,” as you were told—to sit on the sofa as he carefully wraps one bandage around your finger. The gesture it’s almost cute from him, but it doesn’t lift your foul mood at all.

“I made more trouble than I’ve helped,” you say quietly. Epel looks at you, a bit surprised.

“You sayin’ that this little cut is making you quit?” And now he has that stupid smile on his lips that makes your blood not boil, but warm up at least five degrees. “Awh, poor thing.”

You get up in a hurry.

“…I didn’t say that.”

“Then don’t give up like that,” he chastises you, but he can’t hide a (still very stupid) smile when you pass him to get to the kitchen counter. “But be more careful from now. No one wants to eat a bloody apple pie.”

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4. Get into NRC and survive a shock.

Over the years, you’ve become friends, close enough to plan to go to college together, if the opportunity arises. It did.

“Cheers!”

The perfect way to celebrate getting into NRC is with a soft drink, sparkling soda and a big plate of snacks. Although you bought chips for the occasion, your and Apple’s parents prepared a pile of homemade goodies and they couldn’t compare to those store-bought.

Your can clinks against Apple’s and you take a sip.

“It’s not like I ever thought of Night Raven Collage rejecting the best candidates ever,” Apple says with a sigh. Only today you can notice how stiff he was before; although he’d been playing it cool, he was tense all the time. “But that’s one burden off your chest.”

You nod in agreement and look at the acceptance papers once again. When a time will come, carriages with Gates will come for you two… And that’s a thrilling thought.

“This document looks so official,” you say. “What a pretty paper. It looks so elegant.”

Apple empties his can and briefly glances at you.

“Nothin’ special about it…”

And because you want to see the comparison (maybe there are hidden hints where you might be allocated to by the Dark Mirror?), you take his document. The first thing that crosses your mind, is that there is something wrong with his name.

“Wait,” you shriek loudly, and Apple shudders from surprise. He would chastise you for screaming so loud if you didn’t look so worried. “They spelled your name wrong!”

“Huh?” Apple feels a pang of horror, the same you feel when you tap your pockets in search of your phone. As if he found it, once he reads the top of the document again, he relaxes. His lips form into a thin line: he thinks you are pranking him. “No way. Everything is correct.”

“No, look here. Your name, Apple!”

“It’s… Correct.”

“E- P- E- L. And your name is A- P- P- L- E, no?”

“…What?” Epel, not Apple, looks surprised but not as surprised as you. “You thought my name was ‘Apple’ for all those years?!”

You bite your lip to not question it. Is it not? Your cheeks burn from embarrassment, and your heart feels heavy as if you have just betrayed your best friend. It never crossed your mind to have him write down his name, and there wasn’t a reason for him to do so: in this small town there is no school, neither are there the tests you need to sign.

“…I’m sorry.” You stutter, and Epel brushes the crumbs off from his blouse and gets up.

“Goodbye,” he says, making his way towards the door. He doesn’t seem that upset over the whole thing, as much as confused. Tomorrow everything will return to normality, but Epel will have a top-tier teasing material for years. “That’s too many revelations for today.”

“Wait, Epel!”

“Go to ya Apple boy.”

“No!! I said I’m sorry!”

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5. Get sorted into any dorm but Pomefiore.

“Stop laughing.”

“I can’t…! Ha…”

You take a big breath to calm yourself down, but once you look up at Epel and his grimace, it’s impossible to not burst out laughing so loud and so breath-taking you drop to the floor. Epel nudges you. You might be in his room, yet he knows if he’ll be too loud, someone will come to shush you two.

And maybe they will punish him, but Epel isn’t familiar with Pomefiore’s customs, so he doesn’t know what to expect.

“How come you got sorted into another dorm, while we are practically the same?” Epel mumbles, lying down on his bed. The sheets are heavy yet comfortable, luxurious like the whole room. It feels like a museum here, where each item is more valuable than your life and you need permission to rearrange the interior.

To Epel, Pomefiore is the worst dorm. He remembers you teasing him about getting sorted to Pomefiore, but neither of you thought it would come true. It’s too stiff, too restrictive and cares too much about appearances. Epel’s heart feels heavy at the thought of the next four years here.

“Maybe Dark Mirror doesn’t sort the dorm judging by the alikeness of two last brain cells but the shape and colour of the soul,” you nudge him back, waking him up from his reverie.

“Or maybe it didn’t get any input of brain cells from you.”

“Well, your desire to be the prettiest boy in the town got to it, so I think it functions well.”

You chuckle at the dead glare he throws you.

Epel finally sighs.

“…I would like to change the dorms.”

“I don't know whether the Dark Mirror accepts complaints,” you tease him. The gloom is abruptly replaced by irritation, and that’s nice. An angry Epel is better than a devastated Epel. “But if you ever want to escape for a while, you are welcome in my room. We can have a sleepover whenever you want.”

“…Thank you.”

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5.5. Sorted into Pomefiore exception.

“You ain’t elegant at all, though.”

“It seems like my elegance bleaks in comparison to yours, pretty boy.”

“You are blind.”

Epel tries to push you away, but you sidestep while giggling. He glares at you, and thankfully, his eyes don’t seem that sad. When he returned to his seat after getting sorted to Pomefiore, he looked bewildered, as if he suddenly wasn’t in the NRC he dreamed of but some other, less-dreamlike school.

You remember him blinking back tears, but maybe not from sadness—thankfully, Epel doesn’t pity himself—but melancholy, as if he just lost something he didn’t even have. Maybe also fury and confusion.

“It will be fun to stay here together,” you prompt, and Epel sighs but a trace of a smile appears on his lips. Thank Great Sevens for the little lights that brighten the azure tones in his eyes.

“Guess I’m stuck being your neighbour forever.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“No?”

“Of course not. You already know how great friend I can be.”

“…I guess you’re right,” he sticks out his tongue. Vil will have a lot of work if he wants to make him a fine gentleman. Well. You will take any version of Epel, even the pettiest and most teasing one, so it’s Vil’s burden to bear. “Kind of.”

You pout at him, but a quiet smile breaks your coolness. “So petty.

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6. Listen to your manly man complain about Vil.

After several weeks in NRC, you could tell Epel still hasn’t gotten used to Pomefiore, and especially its leader.

“I can’t handle him pointing out each… well, everything!” He hides his face in his hands and sluggishly rubs his eyes; he looks tired enough even if Pomefiore must have those eight hours of sleep every night mandatory. “He would find wrongdoings in the way I breathe.”

“I would too. You don’t breathe as much through your nose as you think you do. That’s so very unhealthy, Epel. Your skin will be ruined in the next week of running.”

Epel throws you a warning look as if you had hit the nail with your talk. “Stop or I will strangle you with a pillow in your sleep. I already have Ace on my list.”

You chuckle at a threat, and Epel rolls his eyes. “How dramatic.”

“I have enough drama in my life,” he continues, and you can feel from his tone that he either suppresses the sigh. No apathy or fury anymore, though. Pomefiore must be slowly growing on him, and you take it as a good sign. “My two upperclassmen are going to be a death of me. I don’t know how could I end up in Pomefiore. This kind of lifestyle doesn’t suit me.”

“You complain about them a lot, but, in reality, you look up to him, no?” You tease. “Even you can say the beauty he possesses is influential and somewhat powerful.”

“He might look majestically but it doesn’t make him any less annoying. Now, let’s stop talking about him.”

“Why not? I might become Vil Schoenheit’s fan.”

He clasps his hands on your mouth, so you have to fully focus on his glaring.

“You can’t. You are my fan.”

You pout but after he takes his hands off you, a lopsided smile cracks your lips. “I guess you’re right.”

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7. Argue, duh.

That’s a hobby of you two, although a risky one. It always leaves a weight on your heart, because you cannot not care for Epel. While jokes and sarcasm are never intended to hurt any of you, and you can almost always distance yourself from teasing comments, his every word is precious to you.

“Don’t be a killjoy,” would make you roll your eyes if Epel didn’t look so serious. Your smile falters, and something in your stomach twists. You know this conversation was going to end in an argument even before he glowered at you.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” you stutter the words, placing a hand on his arm. It would come as a reassuring gesture, yet Epel made an effort to move a seat away, and your arm fell aimlessly, sadly. “I am just worried about our grades. That have. Uh. Dropped marginally.”

You stare at your shoes because listening to your best friend being displeased with you so greatly is heartbreaking.

“We have the whole weekend ahead of us to study,” he argued. “Be serious. You don’t want me to go, because you weren’t invited, isn’t that so?”

You sigh. You’ve never expected to be invited to each of their meetings: they are Epel’s friends, and you have yours.

While you knew Ace and Deuce were delightful company, you always thought Epel would choose you over them, even if you suggested something as unentertaining as studying because you would do the same.

You were wrong, after all. Maybe that’s the difference of willpower between a just-a-friends mindset and having a crush on him. Do you really have a crush on him, though? Or maybe you’ve expected too much from a childhood friendship.

“Well, no. I mean, I would love to be invited, but—”

“We don’t need to hang out together every time we have a spare afternoon,” he said, and while it was a true statement, it hurt. If you weren’t able to somehow steel your nerves, you would know you wouldn’t be able to bear the prickling in your eyes. Epel’s next suggestion comes as a whisper. “Sometimes… We should take a break from each other, ya know? And I need to figure, uh, something out.”

The news shocks you so much, that you don’t notice how he visibly abstains from lifting a hand to his chest.

Well. You always knew you were a hopeless romantic.

“Breaks from each other, huh…”

You take in the phrase in silence. Epel takes this chance as an opportunity to gather his things and pack them.

“…I’ll be leaving. Good luck studying or whatever.”

“…Alright. Have—” fun, you wanted to say, but the door shut and Epel left you alone.

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8. Go through the silent treatment phase.

After a week of awkward conversations, Epel has forgotten about that talk. The pain in your chest dulled and you were growing indifferent as if you were watching a show—your life—that started to bore you, not engaging you at all.

You stared blankly at the screen of your phone.

— today —

Epel: Hey

Epel: are u free todya?? you’ve been so absent last weeks >:((

Epel: Grim and prefect invited us for gaming night

Epel: dont ya DARE do skip it again

— seen: now —

…Yeah. You feel nothing, maybe only a little sad at the memory when you felt so vivid and happy when you got a message from Epel.

“No, sorry, I am busy with studying lol,” you type, and while you know that excuse will wear out in the next few days, for as much as you’ve been using it for the last week to avoid hanging out with Epel, your (ex-?) best friend starts to type something. He will protest and argue and try to convince you, but you don’t want to talk today. “Maybe next time.”

So you turn off your phone, sinking deeper into the pillows on your bed.

You don’t have the energy to confront Epel right now.

And that’s it.

…

You fell into a slumber deep enough to not hear the hesitant-turned-frantic knocking to your room.

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9. Let Epel hear the advice of unreliable gurus of love.

They are really unreliable, look messy, and they judge you. The worst kind of people to go for (love?) advice, but Epel assures himself that he needs honesty, not a pat on his back or a shoulder to cry on. He also is out of other options.

Moreover, he would like to cry nowhere near Ace, who would obviously mock him. Even now it’s hard to have a heart-to-heart conversation when he and Deuce chomp on some type of dessert and some awfully happy music from videogame plays in the back of the room. “So? What did you do?”

“Ace,” Deuce is kind enough to elbow Ace in the stomach when Epel’s stoic expression falters.

His shoulders drop. “No, he… He is kinda right.”

Ace throws a winning smile but moves too far away from Deuce to have him punch him for the cheekiness. “’ Kinda’?”

“…Totally right,” Epel finally admits. “[Name] has been avoiding me and I have no idea what should I do,” He throws his arms on the table, and almost hides his face in the palms of his hands. Instead, he moves away the strands of his unruly hair. “Ugh. Why I am even asking you guys to help me? You’re even worse at this kind of thing.”

“Speak for yourself. And Deuce,” Ace cuts him off. And before Deuce can do anything else than glare at him, Ace shifts closer to Epel and throws an arm over his shoulder so he has to hunch. “Epel, question: what is “this kind of thing”. You mean… as in friendships or dating?”

Deuce looks shocked, even so more than Epel. “Dating?!”

“Why are you even so shocked?” Ace asks him, furrowing his eyebrows. When Deuce starts to ponder over his words, he rolls his eyes. “[Name] probably have had a crush on this imbecile”— he points his fork at Epel—” for damn years now, if I had to guess”.

“Years?!”

“Thank you for the dramatic echo effect again, Deuce,” Ace snarls and finally focuses on Epel. Too distracted with a bickering between his friends, his spirits lift up a little. “And you, Epel. Pull yourself together. Do you want to sever the relationship? Do nothing. Do you want to be friends? Apologize to [Name] and try to patch the bond. Do you want to be in a relationship? …Welp, figure out that for yourself.”

…

“Amazing advice, Ace,” Deuce claps his hands theatrically.

He sticks out his tongue and winks. “You could never give a better one.”

Epel gets up from his seat.

“Thanks, you two. I… will do something.”

“Good luck,” Ace waves at him as Epel makes his way over to the door. “If it works out, you owe us a free drink. Especially me.”

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10. Have Epel fight for your love!!

It’s hard to find someone when the person knows your schedule and actively tries to avoid you. Choosing more roundabout corridors and sacrificing your wallet to have most of your meals in Monstro Longue instead of the cafeteria are only some of the things you did to avoid encountering Epel.

But he didn’t give up, and maybe his tenacity is what makes you oblige Epel once he finds you.

You don’t question him when he grabs your hand and asks you to skip the last lesson with him that feels almost unimportant as his intertwined fingers warm yours. You don’t comment on how his grip is stronger than usual and how he doesn’t let it go when your hands begin to sweat.

But as you leave the main building of NRC, the curiosity gets the better of you.

“Where are we heading to?”

Epel looks over his shoulder to blink at you. “I…,” he stammers, as confused enough to leave you wondering what is your final destination. Or what was your final destination, Epel seems to have forgotten whatever plan he had in mind. “I guess it can be here.”

He ushers you into one of the side alleys, a bit distanced from the main street and sits you down on a bench. You eye him curiously as he slowly lifts his hands to your face—and that is the first time he let go of your hand—and cupped your cheeks.

“Let me be clear. I- really like you,” he said loudly, gazing into your eyes. “And I know I… overreacted earlier. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to avoid me.”

You breathe out slowly. The heat from the “I really like you” moment prickles and makes your face hotter. It doesn’t help that Epel doesn’t shift his gaze from you nor that he has his hands firmly on your cheekbones as he awaits your answer.

“I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t have been getting between you and your friends.”

Epel eyes you, bewildered. “Why are you focusing on that part?”

“Huh?”

“Ah. Maybe… I will phrase it differently,” He hesitates and his tone wavers, but he says the words without a stutter, as if he’s been practising them in front of the mirror, effectively. “I love you.”

“And I- I want to be friends even if you don’t feel the same.” He rushes with an explanation when you don’t answer as your mind goes blank. “Because. I don’t want you to… avoid me anymore. A-actually, you don’t have to rush with your answer. Just, decide, someday, in the near future, haha? I will wait.”

He glances at you and you know he won’t be able to bear long without hearing your answer. As he rushes past you, you think you heard a hushed whisper.

“Dear Sevens, I said it…!”

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

La~La~la 🦇 anon here with a sagau idea!

I don't play genshin with sound on, I always have my headphones on and sing to some songs while I play witch got me thinking.....

What if reader started singing viva la vida/once upon a december or another song really well and it just so happened that they had characters who are really musical like venti Barbra and xinyan in their party?

It would start out really sweet like them complimenting their creators voice and vibing along, then turn into them trying to write songs that are more like our modern ones!

Venti accidentally inventing an acoustic ballad or smthn (I used almost all my spoons for the first half..)

xinyan making an unholy amalgamation of classic and rock

And Barbra trying out new scales while writing songs about the creator who has the voice of an angel and godly pitch

For a good idea of what I'm thinking try listening to, Viva La Vida (orchestral version) from annapantsu!

(Feel free to add )

OHOHOHOHOHO, 🦇 ANON YOU ARE COOKING.

I need to start crawling out of my hole and listen to the song you're recommending to me ASAP—holy cow, I live under a mountain at this rate (I'm like Azhdaha bro this is NOT good 😭 Watch me run with this blindly bc I keep FORGETTING to listen to the recommendations 🦇 Anon is sending me—)

I won't add any other characters, since the selection you have is already good!

Venti, Barbara, and Xinyan Wanna Jam, Too!

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Venti

WISP BOI SHOOKETH. HE IS WHOOPING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. MONDSTADT IS GOING CRAZY WITH THIS BARD IN TOWN GOING AROUND ABOUT THE CREATOR—

All jokes aside, he's over the moon to know that about your singing and your song preference. I feel like Venti would try to make his version of the songs you sing :D

By the time you meet in person, man's hands down worshipping your singing like his LIFE depends on it.

"Oh, Your Grace! Please sing your songs for all of Mondstadt to enjoy!" You can hear the literal excitement practically radiating in his voice.

He's very stoked and will sing along if you do decide to sing. Watch him brag this to the other archons (cough Zhongli and Ei mainly cough)

Barbara

The moment she heard the Almighty Creator sing, she thought both you and Barbatos blessed her. I mean, the winds, carrying your voice, to her?!

She's utterly shocked. She doesn't know if she's worthy of hearing your voice—But Barbara loves your voice! Of course the Almighty Creator would have the best voice of all of Teyvat!

She once caught herself humming the song you were singing to previously in the Church of Barbatos. Barbara was so embarrassed because the others managed to catch her humming that strange tune.

When you came around, Barbara was immediately the first one to ask you to sing—albeit a little timidly.

"Y-Your Grace! Uhm...Is it possible if you allow us Nuns at the Church to...hear you sing? Of course, you don't have to agree! We can sing the song ourselves if you wish!" Barbara just really wants to let you know that Mondstadt worships and adores you.

She would definitely make a choir version of the songs you sing. Be prepared to be invited and no, you're insisted to come. By everyone. :)

Xinyan

The first moment she heard you jam, she was loving it! Utterly loves the genre of music she hears from you!

From where she grew up (Liyue), there were some people that were very picky with their taste in music and usually called her rock'n roll a ruckus. To hear you sing something without a care in the world to a song that doesn't really fit to the usual old geezer's standards was utterly refreshing!

Sometimes, when she's given the honor of the stage, she would perform some performances to you and perform a rock'n roll version of the songs you sing. She has a musician's ears after all, she would remember how the riffs go and remix them to fit her style.

When you arrive, you better go out and listen! Xinyan would absolutely credit you and (if your up to it) sing alongside you!

"Haha, Your Grace! You're here—wanna hear my rock'n roll version of your songs?" She's good at remixing, it's almost unfair—

Yeah, none of them realize any of the songs you sang weren't your creation. Good luck explaining to them :)

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: WHY AM I TAKE 3 ETERNITIES TO WRITE EVERYTHING SOBBING. WHERE IS MY MOTIVATION OFF RUNNING TO ISTG—

Ahem, anyways—I hope you guys liked it :D I'm currently facing a bit of a time crunch atm so my response to requests will be even slower than it already is :') Sorry about that. I hope you guys love this post, though!

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[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"

you like me, don't you?

heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :

note. I got bored and just decided to make this miniseries, just a small short. and also trying to expand my writing abilities 😃👍

"you speak of nonsense."

there's a twinge of hurry in riddle's words. it comes out quicker than he wanted and it doesn't help that his face always seems to have a mind of it's own, turning red at the most unnecessary of situations and flaming when he least wants it to.

it isn't something he's very proud of but you think it's cute.

his red face either displays blazing rage, shameful embarrassment, or both. it's probably weird that you think it's cute but hey! riddle doesn't allow himself to actively display his feelings other than disappointment or anger, remaining to be formal instead.

it's a tiny catalyst to what he's feeling. anger and embarrassment might be things one doesn't like but it's nice seeing him so expressive. or are you just crazy for thinking so?

but his face is probably one of your favorites.

be it the twitch of his eyebrow and the sharp inhale of his that signals embarrassment, the grinding of his teeth and avoidance of eye that displays embarrassment or shyness, the enlarged pupil and small smile when he's doing something he likes—

you can go on and on.

but you can't help but tease him. "your red face says otherwise." you laugh out loud, to riddle it sounds like something straight out of heaven and even he is frustrated to admit it. how could he ever do this?

"hmph. unfortunately.."

wait. doesn't that mean he just agreed with you?

—

"hmm,,, well.. I used to." trey answers so casually that you actually had to pause to register his words. since when did trey clover even like you? and what did you do wrong to make his apparent 'previous' feelings to wither away?

well shucks. if you had known earlier then you're absolutely sure that you'd tried harder to help him in ways more than one but for now, you have so many questions.

why did trey like you, what was special about you? you did hope that he would but that was only something that lays inside your dreams, for it to turn reality wants to make you go crazy.

and when did his feelings even go away? you can't deny that your heart cracked a little but the earlier to move on the better, right? you had.. other things to worry about than pointless crushes. you're not sure yourself if it really was pointless.

or.. you're just looking too much into it and he used it as a friendly term?

most probably sensing your inner monologue trey chuckles. "you seem distressed." he comments. unable to hide the pleased smirk on his lips, you are too embarrassed to spot it, feeling more intent to gaze at the piece of dough you knead with your fingers.

"really?"

it's still surprising to hear the next words come out more casual than the previous. "yep, I love you now."

you drop the bowl.

—

"eh?"

there's a stupefied look on cater's face. instead of the bright front he spent years putting up there's actually something in his face instead of the cheery grin, but rather an absolutely horrified one. like you just spilled all his secrets.

you raise your brows. suprised yourself to witness his reaction. "what?" did he actually like you?

cater does this thing where there's a becoming realization dawning on him that he did something totally off character, he laughs it off. "uh.. haha, I mean who told you that?" something desperate to know swims in his eyes and it fuels you even more.

he neither denied or acknowledged your words but his answer just leans on the 'he actually does like you' category.

your mouth forms into an awed 'o'. "so you do like me!" you slap a hand over your mouth and giggle loudly. not one of those giggles that would hurt your ears when you went near a radius of them cause they felt forced but a more, actual joyful one.

he looks more horrified. "WHAT? well I mean.. who wouldn't like you?"

it sounded like he was trying to convince you and himself.

"you, obviously." you roll your eyes. you don't know why but you have a feeling that he's been confused the whole period but trying to play it off.

he smiles brightly, drops it for a second and smiles again. "I mean yeah, totally! how about dinner tonight?"

wow. verryyyy smooth. if only he knows that there's probably some kind of rule about not staying up after 8.

—

"ew no." ace quickly denies. pushing you away for good measure, you stumble and instinctively grip on the vase for dear life. almost dragging it down with you to your own demise and by a stroke of luck, it just managed to stay there.

you shoot him an aspirated look. "you almost made me fall??" grumbling you dust yourself off, flinging away the dirt from the floor that stuck to your uniform after your lower body violently colliding with it.

—completely missing ace's grumble of his own. "you dumbass.. it's the other way around." you turn to him and cast him a weird look.

"what did you say?"

"I said it's the other way around." he says. not missing a beat. you're stunned by the sheer audacity and boldness he had cause damn. where do you get a speck of this kind of thing? and who even says what they actually said instead of going 'nothing.'??

ace apparently.

you blank. "I was just joking?"

"you think I am?"

ace smiles—not one of those arrogant smirks that makes you want to pound him to the ground because he's the reason you're in trouble. but a literal, actual smile.

there's a weirded out look on your face as you shiver. "ohhh god.. I think I just saw the face of satan. am I gonna die?"

"hey!"

—

honestly you don't know if you regret speaking at all because the silence was very deafening. deuce had frozen up, going so still you thought he actually got cast a curse or something.. his back is turned on you and it's as if he refuses to look at, and is going through the stages of grief at the same time.

"ah! how did you know that?! it was ace wasn't it?!" he suddenly leaps to turn to you—somehow. meanwhile you flinch at the voluntary action he just did because none of you were moving, or speaking at all for a full 2 minutes.

did..

did he just admit it to you?

wow, that was easier than you thought. "wait so you actually like me?" you incredulously force out. deuce has this confused look on his face as he stares at you all while throwing a few nervous gazes around the surrounding in the middle of it.

"what do you mean? I thought you knew that just now."

"..."

"..."

"um.. wanna go out?"

"really?! I mean uh—yeah sure." deuce coughs. seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to be the 'totally cool and responsible' person in addition to his honor student dream. this is embarrassing, he thinks. but honestly who cares he scored a date with you!

he's probably still gonna playfully fight ace, cause you never told him that it wasn't ace.

note. me after starting this knowing damn well I have over 42+ shit to write 😃 anyways I don't like how I interpret some of these but 🧍‍♀️🤷‍♀️ also a bit ooc of deuce cause I'm not that good at writing him lol

[cryptid-intraining]

My Jason Todd Headcanons:

After his identity was revealed in Under The Hood, Steph was the first person who he willingly let hug him.

He started to let others hug him but to do this day he hasn't been able to bring himself to let Bruce hug him.

He names his guns. However the names keep changing because he is incredibly indecisive, they're always based on literary characters though (and usually he renames them to his favourite characters in whatever book he's currently reading).

He can out bench all Batfam members except Bruce (and sometimes Dick) in the gym but no one has ever been able to out squat him (we don't call him Thunder Thighs for nothing).

When he was a kid he would always try his best to protect the working girls and boys in Crime Alley from being harassed by the cops. He would antagonize and insult the officers until they tried to detain him then he would run off and force them to chase him, leading them away from the workers and their corners and making himself a more interesting target. This would often result in him being roughed up or sent to spend a night or two in a cell.

The working girls and boys adored him for this and would constantly dote on him and jokingly say they adopted him or that he was their son. They'd often help him out and keep him company when his mum's dealers were over at his apartment or when she was sick. They'd even spot him cash when he was desperately low.

When he returned as Red Hood he realised he could finally put up a fight against the cops trying to start shit and he has made it clear that under his watch, in Crime Alley, no one fucks with the working girls and boys.

He had tattoos before the Pit, just really shitty stick and pokes, but because of the healing properties of the Pit mistaking the ink as a foreign body under his skin it 'healed' them so he lost all his tattoos. He was pissed that he had to start over again. Except for one. He had one super embarrassing tattoo that he will never talk about to anyone.

He has an issue with laughter. It's one of his PTSD triggers, even if it doesn't necessarily sound like Joker he can't help himself from flinching whenever someone catches him off guard and laughs.

He hates the cold. It reminds him of being stuck in the coffin, so during winter he piles all his blankets onto his bed, makes a hot water bottle (or two) and curls into a little ball. If he still can't get warm after that he layers up and goes for sprints around the block.

He harbours a deep, visceral hatred for the Hamilton Musical. I will not explain further.

He listens to brown noise to sleep. This is solely because I do so now he must too.

He creates trauma playlists of music. I don't know how to explain this one but it includes songs like HAHA by Lil Darkie, the entire Sobville album by Arrested Youth, and Family Line by Conan Grey.

When he found out the first Robin's name was Dick he burst out laughing and upon meeting Dick he couldn't look him in the eyes for a week without giggling.

Along with being a literary buff he's also a history nerd. He combines the two interests and just has massive history tomes. Him and Damian first started bonding over their love of history, specifically their interest in Mesopotamia and it's mythology.

He had chronic pain. I know technically the Pit would have healed his wounds fully and properly but fuck that. He has flair ups from old broken bones from the Joker attack, he has itchy and sore scars, and random coughing fits from all damage done to his lungs when he was crawling out of his grave. His memory also isn't what it used to be, again thanks to crowbar to his cranium and all that darn blood loss.

[restlessmaknae]

hotel shenanigans // choi yeonjun

best friends to lovers!yeonjun + "if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, i’d say yes.“ “what about today?"

➳ Characters: best friend!Yeonjun x female reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, best friends to lovers, fluff, uni au

➳ Words: 1.4k

➳ Warning: one mention of alcohol

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @stories-inbetween-the-stars for my request event. I hope you enjoy it! ❤️ Also, this was partly inspired by real-life events haha @dat-town you know why

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️

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It was the first time you and Yeonjun would share a hotel room together, but not the first time you would sleep in the same bed. You had been best friends since elementary school which meant multiple sleepovers when you had been younger and multiple "laying on the bed to stare at the ceiling while pondering over life" when you had grown older. He was as welcome in your house as you were in his since you were practically family to the other.

However, this time, you had to book a hotel room together because you went to a postgraduate open day that day, and there was no way you would spend 3 hours getting there via train and 3 hours back after the scheduled programmes were over by 8pm. Since it was on a Wednesday, your parents couldn't accompany you, but there was no need since you were a 1) responsible grown-up, so you could spend two days away from them 2) Yeonjun would be there and he was someone they trusted with all their heart.

Thankfully, everything went smoothly at the open day, so there was really no need to worry. On the other hand, when you got back to your budget hotel, and Yeonjun went in to take a shower inside your en-suite bathroom, you realised that the bathroom's wall was a bit transparent. It was made entirely of glass, and the pattern over it was similar to the blurred lines in your vision when you were just trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes. Which meant that it wasn't entirely transparent, but when Yeonjun stepped into the shower cubicle, you could clearly see the outlines of his body which made you snap your head back so fast, it made a sound.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, awfully embarrassed, before you sat down on the only chair in the room, and positioned it, so you would sit with your back to the shower cubicle with Yeonjun inside it.

You wished you could say that by the time he made it out of the bathroom, you felt less flustered, but it would be a big fat lie. You were sure that your cheeks were still flushed, and not because he was wearing loose shorts and a sleeveless tee because you had seen him like that a million times before.

"Yeonjun..." You started tentatively, not knowing how to bring it up, and he could sense that you were uncomfortable, his eyebrows immediately furrowed at your tone of voice.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's not anything super... uhmm... bad, but..." You faltered, feeling your cheeks burn up even more.

Yeonjun was incredibly good at detecting people's moods, and he turned from sunshine to sunshine protector really quickly when it came to those close to him. No wonder he immediately reached out to squeeze your hands as if it was about something earth-shuttering.

"You know you can tell me anything," he reassured you gently before his lips curled upwards and he jokingly mentioned: "Even if you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I would say yes."

Your shoulders dropped in ease, his joking side was always able to cheer you up. So you played along a bit.

"What about today?"

"Today, tomorrow, next month... anytime," he offered with wild hand gestures, and the lighter atmosphere helped you to pull yourself together. So you took in a deep breath before you brought it up.

"It is just that... the glass door of the shower cubicle is partly transparent. You can see the outlines of the one inside."

"Oh," Yeonjun hummed, and you saw the exact moment the indication dawned on him. His eyes lit up with a mischievous fire, his lips curling into a boyish smile. "Ooooh... so you saw me?"

"I didn't mean to!"

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he threw his hands in the air, shrugging casually. You shook your head, knowing fully well how confident he could be about his handsome face and fit body, so you didn't hold a grudge against him in the slightest. He didn't do so either. "I guess you want me to not look while you're inside, right?"

"Yes, please."

"Don't worry. I won't look," he promised with a big grin, reaching out to ruffle your hair. You faked semi-annoyance at this gesture, trying to bat his arm away as you took a step back. Which meant that you horribly miscalculated your steps, and managed to fall onto the bed. Yeonjun tried to catch your arms, but he wasn't fast enough, and fell right onto you.

It wasn't like in the movies, how the boy could react in time and put his hands on the two sides of the other's face, and then, they just kept staring at each other. No, it was proper falling onto each other, bodies squished together, heads knocking. You both let out a yelp of surprise when you collided, and both of you immediately tried to find a way out, so you rolled to your left while he rolled to his right.

Still laying in bed, still in shock over the incident, Yeonjun started laughing beside you. You rolled onto your side to look at him, and he did the same, his eyes laughing alongside his lips.

"This is so us," he pointed out, and you couldn't help but agree. You were both on the clumsier side, so something like this wasn't unheard of, even as you got older.

When you both laughed your heart out, the boy broke the momentary silence.

"Actually... I did have a dream once. It was on the night of your aunt’s wedding, and I dreamed that we also got married. Maybe it’s because of the booze that night or the fact that you were a bridesmaid, but I had it all pictured in my head,” he recounted with a nostalgic smile playing on his lips, one that made your heart race. He was so painfully beautiful and somewhat fragile in that moment, and you wished that you could freeze the time.

Your heart picked up its pace the more he talked, and you were sure that you were flushed like hell. You remembered that day as if it had been yesterday. You did so because the same thought had crossed your mind back then: you had wondered if there could be anyone you would love to tie your life to, and when you had realised it was and had always been Yeonjun, you had known that you had fallen for him for good.

However, it felt like a dangerous limbo with one foot on the side of friendship while the other was on the side of a romantic relationship, and you feared that if you crossed the line, you could easily lose him altogether. So you kept your feelings to yourself, and it was almost easy because Yeonjun was naturally flirty, his love language was physical affection, and sometimes you forgot that you were merely friends because of the way he acted. Yet, sometimes, it was painstakingly obvious that you were only friends.

“Yeah? And did you… did you like that dream?” You blurted out, your voice coming out raspy. Yeonjun didn’t appear struck by your question, instead, his lips bloomed into one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen on him.

“How could I not when I like you like crazy?” He semi-answered, semi-asked before he reached to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You shivered under his touch, but it was only the good kind of shiver. “The question is, do you feel the same? Do you like me like that?”

When he emphasised the expression ‘like that’, you knew what he meant by it, you just didn’t quite want to believe it. Before his smile could freeze on his lips though, you answered with all your heart:

“I do.”

Maybe it was not quite your wedding vows, but you sure felt like it was something special with the way he reached out to embrace you, and being in his warm, safe arms while listening to the sound of his heartbeat, you knew that you were in the right place with the right person.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think.

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

[lightlycareless]

Imagine: naoya and y/n have been happily married for years, and y/n has Lesley Gore's "You don't own me" as ringtone because it makes naoya so embarrassed, he would be like "love, I have already apologized 🥺"

PS: love your work, you alone are making justice to naoya's character. Your characterization of him is canon in my mind.

Hello!!!

Awww this is 🥺 man I feel so bad for him haha. But it's true, once everything is healed and nice, this man will still feel that he could never make up for his mistakes 😭 you'd be there to reassure him, though :) ❤️

Anyways, I've decided to apply some creative... differences to this. Mainly because I wanted to get really angsty with it mwahahahahahahah (also, it's not noted here, but there are some things that will remind her of those days, so she will avoid anything that might make her remember that. The two are in love, but... it's a difficult path. but trauma always is.)

Also, thank you so much for your lovely words!! I do try my best :') I'm so glad that you liked my characterization!! This man is capable of more... under the right circumstances 🤭

warnings: a bit of angst. naoya is deeply regretful. you're supportive. mentions of abuse (not really, but something bad is implied)

happy reading!

“—this is why I don’t like going out with you. Nothing ever seems to be of your liking!”

“If you have such a bad time with me, then why don’t you leave?!”

“I might as well!”

Naoya was never one to overhear gossip (coming from strangers, that is.). Thought it to be incredibly boring, dull, mundane, especially from civilians. What could they even experience? Their boring 9-5 job? Yeah, no thanks.

Yet, something about this conversation didn’t elude his attention like it used to, and before he knew it, when he was once focused on your voice, he was now nothing but attentive to the hurtful words of the couple nearby.

They weren’t directed at him, obviously, nor did they refer to anything he could take personally…

But the weight of his past makes it impossible for him to look beyond his own guilt, instinctively attaching their words to his own actions. Like he was the one they were discussing.

Naoya knows he was a… less than desirable man at the beginning of this marriage. He doesn’t claim otherwise, he can’t, since there are still many things to make amends for…

Things that he knows he’ll never be able to; for the atrocities he committed to you… they’re unspeakable. Even with the promise he made to spend of the rest of his life making it up to you, one he doesn’t intend to let go.

But… will he ever amount to it? Can he do so?

…

He’d rather die trying, than never at all.

“Another one?” You ask when he suggests going to another store. The two had come on a date at a shopping mall, intending to pick up some things needed for the apartment, alongside enjoying each other’s company; Naoya’s work had been quite demanding as of lately, and he intended to get his dosage of you, enough to cover a whole month. “But I thought you wanted to head back already…?”

“Yes, but then I thought we’d make the best of our visit here before leaving instead. Who knows when we’ll be back?”

“Oh, well… if that’s what you want…” you frown, a bit unsettled by his sudden change, which was only to worsen.

“No! I mean—we can do that too if you want to.” Naoya interjects.

“You’re not making much sense…”

“What I mean to say is that we can do whatever you want.” He scurries to explain. “Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

“I... don’t have anything in mind, really. Going home sounded good.”

“Are you sure? We can go somewhere else too. You know I have no limitations.”

“I think I’m done for the day—”

“Home it is. Would you like the estate, the apartment, or your parents’ house?”

“My parents house?? But that’s—that’s on the other side of the country!” you gasp; and while you’re always appreciative of Naoya’s willingness to go above and beyond, this was actually a bit… excessive—and that’s saying a lot coming from him!

“And?”

“What do you mean and? We can’t just hop on a plane and leave!”

“Of course we can.” He corrected. “We can leave right now if you want.”

“Again with the—Where did this come from?? Is everything alright, Naoya? What’s gotten into you??”

“Nothing! Is it wrong to want to please you, too?” Naoya frets.

“Too?” you repeat. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s—It’s nothing. Just tell me what you—”

“No, it is important. It has to be if it’s affecting you like this!” you cry. “Tell me, Naoya. Please. I thought we agreed we could tell each other everything!”

“It’s nothing you don’t know already.”

“Like what?” you frown. “What do I already know?? You’re not making any sense!”

“That I don’t deserve you!” he condemns. “That I’ve done terrible things to you that I can never erase, no matter how much I try—and that perhaps you’d be infinitely happier with someone else; someone… that isn’t me.”

Even with the large, noisy sounds of the lively mall, silence manages to quickly engulf the two soon after, drowning you in the pain Naoya’s unexpected words gave you, piercing your heart and the hope you’ve placed for the future of this relationship.

One created with the notion that everything bad had been left in the past, ready to move on… only to realize, it wasn’t that easy to do so. Suddenly coming back, in the most unwanted, painful way you could’ve imagined—seemingly unprompted, but equally damaging to Naoya’s sentiments.

“That’s… that’s not true.” You eventually murmur, looking at him, while Naoya’s eyes remain glued to the floor. “None of what you’re saying is true.”

Then why do I keep feeling this way?

“… you don’t… believe that… do you?” You continue, managing to get a glimpse of his face, which reflected nothing but sadness and disbelief towards your words.

“It seems like all I do is hurt you.” Naoya laments. “No matter how much I try, I’ll never be able to escape—"

“Don’t say that—that’s not who you are.” You interject, stepping closer to him. “We’ve come a long way from where we began, you’re not that same man from before.”

“But I keep making the same mistakes, I keep hurting you.”

“It’s not easy to leave behind what you thought normal for all your life—or to accept them as mistakes…” you take his hand. “So, when you do fall back into your old ways, but bounce back right up… It shows you’re trying. It shows you’re regretful and want to do better.”

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

“I know.” He lifts your gaze to yours; you place your other hand just above his cheek, giving him a soft smile. “And… I know you don’t do it intentionally. I’ve seen your heart, the pain you went through and how it affected you. But I also saw what you’re capable of, the love you’ve harbored, how you longed to share it, and… how lucky I am to be the one to earn it.”

“…I’m the lucky one.” Naoya leans into your touch. “To have found a wife so compassionate…”

“We’ve both done things we’re… not proud of. But that doesn’t mean we’re eternally bound to them. As long as we’re regretful and strive to do better… it’s all that matters.”

“But when is enough?” Naoya murmurs. “When will I stop feeling like this?”

“I don’t know. There are some things we can’t stop, we simply… learn how to live with them.” You admit. “I wish it was possible.”

He frowns, looking away.

“But I do know one thing, though.”

“…What is it?”

“That I love you. With your faults and virtues—and everything in between. Is what makes you, you, Naoya.” You giggle, he gives you a tight smile. “And I’ll spend my whole life telling you that until you believe it yourself!”

He chuckles; seems that both have made lifelong promises that neither intends to forget anytime soon.

“I love you too.” Naoya professed. “Thank you for everything. You’ve given me so much, probably even more than what I deserved—that I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.”

“You don’t have to, Naoya. You only deserve more.” You reassure him. “But really, you don’t need to make it up to me! As long as you remember the love we have for each other, and that I’ve long forgiven you, is enough for me.”

At your words, the tears Naoya was trying his best to hold back finally slide down his cheeks, which you quickly wipe away with your thumbs, before giving him a smile and pulling him closer for a peck on the lips.

“Everything is going to be fine.” You promised, he looks back at you. You kiss him again, taking him into your arms and hugging him. “If you don’t mind me asking, however… what happened that made you feel this way? Did I do something?”

Naoya sighs, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“No, never. It was just something stupid, actually. Some people arguing, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You blink, quickly understanding why he’d feel insecure about your relationship; the familiarities were too close for comfort. “That’s… unfortunate.”

“It reminded me of how we used to be… how I’d treat you.”

“That is long gone. We’ve worked past that and now, we’re in a much better place.” You snuggle against him. “Both figuratively and literally.”

“Do you still want to go home?”

“Yeah, all this shopping made me tired. Unless there’s something else you wanted to see?”

“No, I was mostly suggesting things for you. I’ve been feeling tired for a while too, now.”

“We can arrange something else for another day, then. For now, I just want to head back home, lay on the futon, cuddle underneath the covers, and maybe watch a movie… how does that sound?” you grin. “I can even prepare some popcorn, if you’d like!”

He chuckles.

“It sounds wonderful.”

Just like his new life with you. Something he never thought he’d receive, nor deserved, at least in the beginning of his marriage.

Until you proved to him otherwise, showing him that the ways of his clan, those forcefully imposed on him, didn’t determine who he was, who he could become.

That he had much more power over his life, the ultimate decision on what to do remained on him and no one else.

It was to be a difficult path, one promising bumpy roads, which will probably never end if he were to be realistic…

But it’s just as you said. As long as both know, deep inside, that they’re doing their best to overcome these obstacles, as well as remembering that they’re always there for the other, alongside their ever-growing love… nothing else mattered.

It was you and Naoya against the world.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

🥺 I believe Naoya will always feel undeserving, even when they have a kid together and whatnot. He comes from a very difficult family, so be prepared to face these kinds of situations when in a relationship with him 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

omg i can imagine it already, when he's super old, reflecting on his life he had alongside you, his kids, and probably grandchildren too... only then will he finally admit he's happy with the life he had. jfc i'm crying goodbye.

Anyways, I know I deviated a bit from your imagine, but I still hope it was to your liking! the angst between the two is real, but so good too....

As always, thank you so much for sending in this! Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[deadbydangit]

Ah! I’m obsessed with your writing!! If you don’t mind, I would like to make a request! 🩷

A killer!reader who is very quiet due to shyness, so they have a difficult time trying to get along with others 😔 (characters of your choice! but I’d like to see Wesker because I like him very much haha)

If there are any struggles, don’t feel pressured !! Take care and Thank you!

I think I can do that. I'm going to tweak it a little so it's easier to write about. Please enjoy.

With a shy reader: Mastermind, Nightmare, Onryo

Mastermind

Wesker doesn't mind that you're shy.

He isn't the most talkative person himself.

He can be, if he has to be.

But he would otherwise prefer to remain quiet.

It isn't that he shy, he just rather not talk to the others.

He finds them annoying and not worth conversing with.

Having a super outgoing partner wouldn't work well for him.

He's the type who would prefer to stay home rather than go out.

So if you don't want to go out?

That's fine by him.

Besides, he finds your coy nature to be charming.

And, he won't say it out loud, but he thinks it's adorable.

Though he will poke fun of you from time to time.

"Speak up dearheart. I won't know what you want unless you tell me."

"Ah, you're blushing. How adorable."

He'll even pinch your cheeks.

Part of all this is him just being a tease.

The other part is him trying to get you to stand up for yourself.

He may not vocalize it, but he is worried about you.

He knows he won't always be around to protect you.

And you're going to have to confront others eventually.

He may seem like he's being mean, but it's really his way of showing he cares.

But he isn't like that all the time.

If you're in a situation you're uncomfortable with, just tug on his jacket.

"Hmm? Oh, yes. We can leave."

And it doesn't matter what he's doing either.

If you want to leave, then he'll help you.

Nightmare

Shy?

With this guy?

Good luck.

This asshole is going to tease you till you're close to tears.

Freddy does that with everybody so don't take it too personally.

That's one of the reasons that most of the other killers and survivors don't like him.

He doesn't like them either. Which is why having you shy is nice because he doesn't have to deal with them around.

It could just be the two of you. He's fine with that.

But having you so shy, and so unwilling to stand up for yourself, it's prime gold for him.

What, you expect him not to take advantage of this opportunity?

In your dreams.

Which is where he often is.

Teasing you and poking at you.

Just seeing how red your face gets when you get so worked up.

He can't get enough of it.

If you actually start crying you will stop though.

But only if you start crying.

Otherwise he won't put on the brakes just because you're his significant other.

But, if you say something, he'll stop.

"Come on baby. I can't hear you. What do you want?"

While he's laughing in your face.

Don't get too mad at him though.

It's just how this idiot shows his love.

Onryo

You two could be shy together.

It isn't so much that Sadako is shy.

She just doesn't talk.

And, nearly all her experience with people is bad.

So the less people around, the better for her.

Unlike the others, she won't taunt or tease you.

She likes that you're quiet.

It's peaceful that way.

Most of her life was filled with sadness and hate, so the silence is a welcome change.

You two could sit in silence for hours, not saying a thing.

And she would be perfectly fine with that.

But, if you do want to talk, she'll listen.

She enjoys hearing you speak.

The sound of your voice is relaxing and comforting.

And she'd never judge you.

So don't ever feel embarrassed about speaking.

You won't ever have to worry about someone taunting you either.

Because Sadako we'll take care of them in a matter of seconds.

Can't bully somebody if your neck is broken.

She'll make a gruesome show of torturing the person who was bothering you to others.

It's her way of saying that you are under her protection.

And God help anyone who decides to mess with you now.

[seancekitsch]

Indiana Handshake: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: slightest cucking, mama used as a nickname but no mommy kink, threesome, spitroasting, dirty shit, this is like my first time actually actually writing steve i do not count when he pops up as a passing character in eddie shit, like/love confessions, smut with feelings, three best friends exploring each others bodies

“Hey Munson, you ever kiss a girl?”

The question floats in a haze of pot smoke over Steve’s head as the three of you lounge on his basement couch. He was dozing off, completely zoned out listening to the mixtape in the deck, but now he perks up at the question.

“Do I really look that much like someone that doesn’t get any?” he retorts back, sassy and bitter. Steve opens his eyes as you cackle over the sound of the tape deck, Eddie’s response not particularly all that funny but you always get giggly after half a joint.

“No, I asked: Did you ever kiss a GIRL?”

You emphasize the word and suddenly the meaning is clear again. Its like the two of you are in your own little world, like Steve is a fly on the wall. Eddie whistles and Steve shifts on the couch, sitting up from his slouching. You’re perched on the couch, lazily laying your head on your arm on the back of the couch and gazing at them, your free hand rubbing your collarbone. That’s something Steve’s picked up on. You tend to do that when you’re thinking a lot. He wonders what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours right now with your line of questioning. Your other hand on the back of the couch is lazily scratching at Eddie’s scalp, and Eddie is practically leaning into it like a cat.

“Shit, haha,” Eddie laughs, “Why? Are you offering?”

You only shrug noncommittally and mumble a “maybe”, but you smile like the goddamn cheshire cat, like you know more than you let on.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Well have you?”  

“No, but that could always change.”

Eddie’s talking like he knows more than he lets on, too. Steve knows when two people are flirting; he knows how this dance goes.

Steve’s neck is starting to get uncomfortable from where he’s turned it to get a full view of what’s going on.

“With who? Anne, the new bartender at the hideout?”

Eddie giggles, and mutters “you’re stupid” under his breath, and grabs your other hand from your collarbone, pulling you until you’re basically fallen into his lap.

“What if I said I was thinkin’ about you, mama?” Eddie’s voice drops, seductive and low.

Steve just stares in awe and slight confusion at the scene beside him. Did they think he was asleep? Should he go? What the fuck could he do now about his crush on you if you were going after Eddie right next to him.

You giggle again, this time a little more subdued and closer to Eddie’s face. You’re completely unashamedly looking at him like you want to tear him apart.

“I’d say you can’t handle me, big guy,” you whisper, and Eddie calls your bluff. He pulls you in hungrily, kissing you with passion Steve’s only seen reserved for Eddie’s guitar. His hands tangle in your hair while he nips at your lips, teasing and biting before delving back in with his tongue. He’s sloppy and ruthless, but fuck if this isn’t turning Steve on.

It’s turning you on too, as far as he can tell. You’ve climbed into Eddie’s lap to straddle him and your hand is now resting on his throat. Fuck. Would you do that to him if he asked really nicely? Would you be that excited to kiss him? He can feel the blood rushing to his cock and absolutely straining his pants. God, it’s fucking embarrassing how hard he’s getting watching Eddie fucking Munson make out with the girl he likes.

You moan against Eddie’s lips, and it cuts through all of the smoky haze like a knife. Fuck this, fuck. Steve can’t take it anymore.

“I’m uh, I’ll leave you two to uh…. this,” not Steve’s best exit, but he still tries to climb up from the couch as smoothly as possible as he turns away. He can get upstairs and shut himself in the bathroom and jerk himself off until the skin on his dick is raw for all he cares. He likes you so fucking much, and he can feel the old Steve basically shouting at him to do something other than this. Part of him wants to make a move, fight Eddie like some kind of macho fuckin animal, maybe even join in, who fucking knows? All he knows is that if he stays here like this he’s gonna see you the way he wants to with someone who isn’t him, and both his dick and his heart can't handle that.

“Wait, Steve,” he hears you plead quietly behind him, and he turns around maybe a little too quickly.

“You don’t, uh, you don’t have to go, dude,” Eddie offers, his voice more husky and choked than before. Your hand is still on his throat. Of course.

“And why not?”

He doesn’t intend to sound annoyed, he’s just so fucking hard and he needs to get out of here ASAP.

“Oh shit! Mama, he really was asleep.”

Okay, now Steve’s annoyance turns to confusion. He looks over to you, and your eyes are fixated on his crotch. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze and all he can think of is you looking up at him like that all wide eyed while your lips are wrapped around his—

“Dude, sit down,” Eddie commands, and Steve complies, albeit uncomfortably in his too tight jeans. He spreads his legs wide to accommodate, bumping his knee into your hip in the process. He thinks for a moment about pulling it away, but doesn’t. He can’t help but notice the look you’ve been giving him the whole time.

“What did you hear?” you ask him, voice ragged like you’re trying to catch your breath still.

“Enough to know you’re going to jump Eddie’s bones in my basement,” Steve retorts, wanting to reach out and touch you too, but his hands are on his legs and trying not to clench into fists.

“Oh,” Eddie butts in, “So you didn’t hear the first part?”

Steve cocks his head to the side.

“You didn’t hear,” Eddie pitches his voice up to do a terrible impression of you, “Oh Eddie, do you think he’d go for me? Do you think he’d care I like you both?”

Eddie twirls a finger in his hair to further make fun of you, and Steve can actually feel your eyes leave him, if only to choke Eddie harder to shut him up. Eddie coughs, and you relent slightly.

“To which I said:” Eddie puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder awkwardly, “If he doesn’t want this hot little body, he definitely likes men more than I do.”

Eddie’s hand feels like a hot iron on Steve’s shoulder, searing and painful but fuck if he doesn’t slightly lean into it. Now, Steve had never really considered men. It was the year of our lord 1988 and two of his best friends were queer, but Steve himself never really though of whether he might be or not. He knows he can appreciate when a man is good looking, and he liked Eddie enough that he even doesn’t mind when they sleep in the same bed and accidentally cuddle. It feels nice in a guy’s arms. He just really never considered the option. Especially since he’s been crushing on you since Eddie introduced the two of you after spring of ‘86. You crowded his mind, took up every thought and every day when he wasn’t actively focused on keeping the teens alive and at school on time.

“Wait, wait wait wait,” Steve says, now connecting the dots and hearing the first part of what Eddie said.

“You like us both? You like… me?”

You only nod, biting your already bruised and bitten bottom lip and smiling at him.

“Dude it was obvious, she practically drools over you. She doesn’t shut up about you in the car.”

You reach out your hand, and gently place it on top of Steve’s, on the leg that’s leaning up against you.

It clicks.

Holy fuck. Is he having some kind of fucked up porno dream? Is he like, asleep and humping his couch having a weird ass wet dream right now?

“Do you ever… think of me?” It’s a loaded question and he knows it.

“Only every night,” you admit, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Do you think about both of us at once?” Eddie chimes in, and the look you give him tells him everything he needs to know. Your eyes go wide like you’re about to yell at him for telling a secret. Eddie throws his head back in laughter, and finally your hand slips off the metal head’s neck. You let a giggle slip past your lips as well, and then finally Steve let’s out a little laugh of his own.

This feels nice, this feels right even though everything tells him it shouldn’t. He likes feeling both of you touching him, he likes how easy this feels so far.

“Can I come kiss you?” You ask, and anyone else would think it was shyness, but Steve knows you better than that.

“Shit, are you gonna kiss me like you kissed Munson?” He asks, but he hopes you kiss him better.

You climb off of Eddie, who as it turns out from just one glance, is just as rock hard as Steve. Eddie’s zipper looks like it might burst he’s so hard.

Steve’s breath hitches as you plant your knees on either side of his thighs. He attempts to close his thighs a little bit, but only stops when it gets uncomfortable. His comfort stops mattering though, when your warm body slots itself over him. You rest yourself right up on his crotch, the weight of you finally the pressure he needs to relieve even a tiny bit of this tension inside him.

“You like me, too?” you ask, and he can tell this is actually two questions: do you reciprocate the feelings? And do you want to actually do this?

“Of course,” Steve answers, and captures your lips in a kiss.

Steve kisses a lot different from Eddie. Steve is slow and careful and strong. He holds you in a vice grip, like one of those men on the cover of a trashy romance novel, like an old Hollywood movie star. He parts his lips gently, working your lips open with gentle nudges and licks, his rhythm steady.

He finally licks into your lips, his tongue reaching for yours. Fuck, the amount of times he’s daydreamed for this specifically, the amount of shifts at Family Video he’s wasted just thinking about making out with you. Of course, he didn't expect Eddie to be here, but he's not upset by it. Not when you moan into Steve’s mouth like a fucking pornstar. Not when your fists are balled up into the material of his sweatshirt and gripping onto him for dear life.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Eddie sighs, and you pause kissing for just enough time to look over. Eddie’s stroking himself through his jeans, lazy drags of the heel of his palm against himself, but Steve feels the way your thighs clench against him at the sight.

“She likes lookin’ at that, Eddie. Keep goin,” Steve mutters, not at all upset that your gaze is turned to his best friend when it gives him perfect access to your neck and collarbone. Fuck, that collarbone. Every time he sees those beautiful fingers of yours go there he just wants to lick it, wants to stake some kind of claim to you with it.

He goes for it straight away, licking and sucking to the skin there, knowing it'll be a dark purple hickey by morning.

“Fuck, Steve,” You moan, and he thinks he’s done dreaming and died and gone to heaven.

He hums against your skin, teasing you again with a bite to your collarbone before his hands slip from your back to your hips.

Slowly, Steve starts moving your hips, rocking you against his lap; that slow drag of friction making both of you gasp. Steve isn’t used to being this reactive. With girls in the past, he’s cool and collected, sex basically being a series of movements that kept someone wanting to date him. He can’t deny the loneliness it’s caused him, but this feels like a whole other beast. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in forever, since he started liking you. Maybe it’s because the noises you’re making are so fucking pretty he’s going insane. Or maybe it’s because he has an audience… or a third party… or whatever this is about to be.

You start rocking your hips of your own accord, setting the pace for Steve; This means he gets to finally grab your ass, something he’s been dreaming of for two years now. Fuck, it feels amazing to finally have you like this on top of him. He cracks an eye open he hadn’t realized he’d shut, and fuck, the sight of you. Your head is thrown back, your throat with already forming splotches on full display, the light from the lamps streaming through your hair. This is better than anything he’d fantasized about.

“You wanna kick this up a notch, mama?” Eddie interrupts, and you grind particularly hard into Steve, making him groan in appreciation.

“What are you suggesting?” you ask, placing your hands on Steve’s shoulders for better leverage to keep grinding on him.

“You or Steve ever participated in an Indiana Handshake?”

You stop moving immediately.

“Ugh, are you fucking serious, Eddie?” you groan, “Are you really calling it that?”

Steve laughs, and pulls you in for a hug, squishing your chest into his face. He fears he’ll crack up too much if he looks at you or Eddie’s face right now.

“What do you want me to call it? Peter, Paul, and Mary? Spitroast? Eiffel Tower? Indianapolis Bus Transfer? Holy Trinity? Sportsman’s Double? Double Meat and—”

“I don’t know? Something romantic?” You cut him off, half exasperated and half laughing. Steve is definitely laughing against you, trying to hide it in your cleavage. Steve can’t help himself, Eddie’s the funniest guy he knows, even when he isn’t trying to be.

“Oh, this is going to be a romantic moment. Why didn’t you tell me earlier, mama?” He responds, voice laced in sarcasm.

“Goddamnit. I know why I like Steve, but now I’m starting to question why I like you, Eddie.”

Steve gives an appreciative thrust of his hips up into you, making you yelp. He sticks out his tongue childishly at Eddie, preening with his own pride. You like him, and he won't ever get tired of hearing you say that.

What Steve doesn’t expect, however, is for Eddie to take the opportunity to lean forward and kiss Steve square on the mouth.

Steve makes a little noise of surprise, and then even to his own shock, melts into the other man’s touch. Eddie’s kiss for Steve is just as sloppy and eager as Eddie’s kiss for you. Equal enthusiasm and passion for both of you. You like Steve and Eddie, so does Eddie like you and Steve? Steve doesn’t have time to dwell on that when you slip off of his lap and let Eddie grab Steve and pull him closer. The other man grabs him by the hip and turns him on the couch until their bodies are flush together. Steve can feel Eddie hot and hard against him, and okay, maybe Steve CAN think about a guy that way. He grabs Eddie back, pushing their hips together harder. Eddie moans, loud and wanton against Steve’s lips.

Wow.

Fuck, Steve didn’t know he could get that much more turned on, let alone by Eddie Munson’s voice.

Steve pulls Eddie in the same way he did you, the other’s slim waist is easy to pull so he can start to grind himself against him the same way he did you. Steve’s hips work slowly, his pace steady and hard. This is how he likes it, usually. When Steve jerks off, he makes a fuckin’ meal of it. When he can, he likes to take his time. He likes to feel absolutely everything. He can tell by the way Eddie’s hips stutter out of rhythm against his that Eddie likes things fast.

Steve wonders, when you touch yourself at night, are you fast or slow? Do you take your time? Do you finger yourself and wonder what his fingers feel like,  trying to fill yourself to imagine what he would be like on top of you?

Does Eddie do the same? Does he imagine his own hand is Steve’s?

“Fuck; We forgot someone,” Eddie jokes, lips still smashed against Steve’s own.

Steve looks over to you, half sat on the coffee table in front of them. You've taken your shirt off and you're leaned forward, watching them intently. You smile sheepishly at the two of them and lean away, as if you'd been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“Don't get shy on us now,” Steve chides, an easy and charming smile on his face. This must be the face the girls that got “King Steve” must have seen. And for good reason: it works.

“Come’ere, mama,” Eddie beckons, grabbing for your arm and pulling you down on top of them, “Lets get a look at this, huh?”

“Do they live up to expectations?” you ask, slightly getting insecure at your lack of clothing. You'd thought it was a smart idea at the time, but now that they're both so much more dressed than you, you're second guessing.

However, instead of answering, Eddie smiles like he’s got a secret and Steve turns as red as a tomato.

“What?”

“Gotta admit, last time we were over here… the hot tub…” Eddie trails off, burying his face in Steve’s neck so he doesn't have to finish his sentence.

“Oh god,” you realize, “Did you spy on me while I was changing?”

“Guilty,” Eddie mumbles against Steve’s skin.

Steve refuses to look anywhere but your black bra.

“Steve?”

“No comment,” he whispers, bringing you back to his face so he can kiss you again.

It was two weeks ago, and Steve had invited everyone of drinking age over to go in the hot tub and use the metal fire pit as he had just closed his pool for the season. Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle were all unavailable, claiming anything from work to an impromptu high roadtrip. Only you and Eddie had stumbled through his door with a bottle of cheap wine for each of you and a bag full of your bathing suits.

Steve hadn't meant to be such a peeping tom. It's just, you changed in front of the big window in his room with the lights on and the blinds open at night. At first, he wanted to rush into the house to protect your modesty. His neighbor’s creepy husband who had made more than enough comments to Robin would be able to see you if he was home. But then he was paralyzed when your top came off. Yes, he’s seen you in a bathing suit tons of times, but a bra is different, more intimate. He was panicked, because if Eddie saw him he’d never live it down. He watched the whole time you changed, his head whipping around to the neighbors house every ten seconds just in case. He got more than an eyeful.

This kiss is hungrier, and Steve’s hands have more skin to roam. He runs his big warm hand down your spine, then back up.

“Watch this,” Steve pulls away from the kiss and whispers, more to Eddie than you, and his hand on your back moves to your bra strap.

He puts two fingers, from what you can feel it's his index and his thumb, on either side of your bra clasp, and snaps. Your bra comes apart, as if his snap was some kind of magic trick. Steve slams his lips back on yours, letting the straps of your bra fall limply down your shoulders.

“Holy shit, is that the move you used in high school?” Eddie asks, and Steve only grunts against your mouth in response.

“Makes sense you got more than me.”

Eddie hands join Steve’s, one of them pulling your bra by the strap further down and hastily removing it, the other hand going straight to your ass.

Eddies hands move quickly, all of his moves feeling like he’s running out of time. And for Eddie, he always has been. Eddie, never the most desired, never the popular or wanted until extremely recently. He’s twenty two and this is the first time someone said they like him instead of just his body. He has to grasp onto this and hold on as long as he is allowed to. His hands are strong, just as strong as Steve’s hands, but calloused and his fingers move so much faster. You could never deny the way you'd openly swoon when he practiced guitar in front of you, you just always assumed he was only into men.

He was your best friend, and you weren't supposed to think of him that way. But fuck, when he showed up to your house with bruises on his wrists or hickeys on his neck? Oh, the fucking jealousy that ran cold through your veins. You always wanted to be on the receiving end of his hands and of his lips.

Steve entering the picture changed things, though.When Eddie introduced the two of you he threw the biggest monkey wrench in your world he ever could have. You had graduated with Steve, and were never on his radar. You probably didn’t want to be back then.You didn’t even understand how they were friends. How did the King of Hawkins suddenly become such close friends with a guy recently cleared of murder charges that hadn’t even graduated high school yet?

Steve charmed you almost instantly. He wasn’t the douche you and Eddie had grown up thinking he was. He was sweet, and funny, and so fucking thoughtful it hurt. You couldn’t help but fall for him. His looks didn’t hurt either. He was known for his basketball prowess, but his body showed his time as swim captain from high school.

Eddie pulls you from your thoughts by yanking you up closer in between them by the hand thats on your ass. Your mouth disconnects from Steve just long enough for Eddie to steal you, letting Steve pull your bra the rest of the way off of you and reattach his lips to your neck.

One of each of their hands immediately flies to your chest, each of them grabbing a breast. You can practically feel them sigh in relief at the contact, like they’d built up this moment for themselves in their minds and they finally got what they wanted. Eddie’s calloused hands feel abrasive, but fuck would you want that all over. Steve’s hand is so much warmer and calmer, his groping not about time but about space, wanting to feel everything he can and covering as much area as possible. His large hands palm and massage you, where Eddie moves to pinch at your nipple.

Both of them have you moaning and practically whining into Eddie’s mouth, and you need need need more of them everywhere.

“Fuck,” you gasp as you rip yourself away from Eddie. His lips chase yours, needy and wanting to keep kissing like this. Steve’s forehead bumps into your jaw but neither of you mind it.

“One of you strip, or something- fuck, I dont know,” You start rambling, “Do something!”

“You heard our girl,” Steve nudges Eddie and pulls you off of him, securing you in his own lap, “Strip for her.”

There’s a mischievous smile on Steve’s face as he positions you in his lap, making sure you can feel him on your ass as he rests his hands on your hips. Eddie stands up begrudgingly, hands already moving to remove his vest. It’s a new one, one that replaced the one lost in 86. Eddie still won’t tell you what happened to it, but either way you were happy for another craft project. You even sewed one of your own patches on there so he would ‘have a little piece of you’ when you weren’t around. The vest falls to the floor with a thud, the heavy denim and metal accents weighing it down. As Eddie moves to his shirt (actually one of Steve’s rare black clothing items that he let him borrow one day), Steve’s hands travel to the button and fly of your pants.

He works quickly to give his hands more access.

“You like what you see, mama?” Eddie teases, twirling his shirt in his hand and playfully whipping it at you like a showgirl would do.

You nod and giggle at him, and fuck if that isn’t Eddie’s favorite sound in the world. He loves what he sees right now, you on big strong Steve’s lap, already looking so desperate and needy, your eyes laser focused on him while Steve’s hand works it’s way into your pants.

Your eyes are glassy and wide, but your lip quivers desperately to hold back a moan. Steve’s got one of his hands firmly on your chest, holding you back against him. The other is in your pants, and from what Eddie can tell, in your panties and warming you up to take his fingers. Steve’s wrist is moving in clockwise circles, clear as day that his middle finger is teasing your clit. Your bare chest is heaving trying to hold yourself back so you can pay attention to him.

Eddie never expected to want a girl’s touch, let alone to have feelings for a girl. But you wormed your way into his heart, and took him by storm. How could you not? Its the classic story of childhood best friends, in those cheesy rom-coms where boys and girls can't be friends. He guesses maybe in some weird way this is just like that too. But how could Eddie not want you when you're the hottest girl (the only one he’s ever found himself attracted to) and the perfect mirror of himself? Eddie isn't religious but he knows he’s blessed to have a hot ass best friend who helps him write campaigns and plays music with him. Blessed to have a best friend who has always been in his corner fighting tooth and nail for him no matter what, a hot ass best friend that does not give a shit about either of their broken parts and tries to jam them together like a fucked up puzzle to make both of them better (and if not better than at least happier).

Eddie is less than a showman removing his socks and pants, more or less fumbling out of them like it's his first time again. He stands there panting in front of you and Steve in just his briefs, painfully hard and desperately wanting both of you to pounce on him and just take him right here. He likes that neither of you mind his scarring. Steve has his own, and you respect his secrets about how he got them. He’s fucked with a shirt on the past two years, but when he gets to have hot tub nights, and now, he gets to show himself. He’s always liked his body, always thought if people looked past his personality and reputation they could find him hot. You and presumably Steve are into both, so he puffs his chest out in pride when he undresses for you.

“Fucking handsome,” you say, even though you’ve seen most of this before. Steve takes this opportunity to tilt his hand and dip a finger into you, and you end up punctuating your sentence with a loud moan. Steve’s hand moves only with purpose, his timing impeccable for earring moans out of you like the beat of a drum;  he works your body like he was made for it. Steve’s fingers thrust just slightly off beat with the music that’s playing, just at the same rate you can manage to roll your hips and reciprocate. It’s sinful, the way you ride his fingers. 

Eddie pulls down his briefs, once off his ankles flinging them towards an empty fish tank. In Steve’s more hopeful youth, he might have had an aquarium; now it was just set decoration for whatever happens in a basement. Eddie’s cock bouces as he straightens back up to his full height, and he can’t help but feel pride at the fact that you bite down on your lip like you want to rip it off in response. 

Your hand reaches out and grabs him the second he’s within arms length, giving him a curious pump of his length. Eddie thrusts into your hand, his head falling back on his shoulders, his hair going everywhere.

Steve hooks his finger inside of you, and you yelp pitifully.

Eddie escapes your grasp, not permanently but just to sit down, plopping down on the couch next to the two of you. The pout on your face when he gently uncurls your fingers is one he’s going to remember for the next time he jerks off. Eddie’s legs splay open on the couch, his dark curly leg hair a wild contrast from his milky white skin.

Your hand finds him again almost immediately, stroking up and down his length in earnest. Eddie’s dick is larger than you expected, you muse to yourself as your fingers squeeze his length at the base.

Not that you expected him to be small, but you’ve seen him in various states of undress and tight pants since the age of twelve. You think from that you’d know what your best friend is packing.

Not that you had been looking, no. Never. You’d never watched him stretch his back and let the thin tee shirt ride up his stomach while his pajama pants rest dangerously low on those hips of his. You'd never tried to watch him from the peripherals of your vision when you go swimming in the lake- or more recently- in Steve’s pool or hot tub.

You try to stroke him in time with Steve’s fingers, fingers traveling to the head of his cock as Steve’s fingers go deeper inside of you, slowing when Steve slows, picking up the pace when Steve does. Eddie’s eyes are screwed shut, trying so hard not to thrust wildly into your hand. All he wants right now is to fuck your fist, or even better, to split you open right there on Steve’s lap before going for Steve next.

You whine, and pout as Steve removes his hand from your pants without warning, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before patting both of your hips like a dad.

“Babe, you wanna go sit with Eddie for me?” he mumbles in your ear, and now your pout is morphing into a sly little smile. You nod your head and Eddie thinks he’s going to fucking die at this point. Instead of sitting with him, you sit in front of him, sinking to your knees with the sweetest and most innocent smile he’s ever seen you have.

“Can I kiss it?” you ask, feigning coyness with that beautiful little smile. This little good girl, this fucking innocent act is doing so much for him right now. God how Eddie loves a manly man, but this sweet girl act? He’s a fucking goner, especially because its coming from his brash best friend whos unafraid to make fun of him or yell at him when he fucks up.

“Fuck,” he swears, running his hand down his face, “Please do, mama.”

Thats all the incentive you need to scoot yourself forward until you're kneeled between his feet. You reach your hand out again, but this time your lips join it. You grip the base of his dick firmly, holding him in place and perfectly positioned for you to massage right where his balls meet his shaft. You lick your lips, eyes never leaving his gaze, before pressing the sweetest little kiss to the head of his cock. Holy fuck. You kiss it again, your lips so soft and gently and velvety against his skin and he has to physically hold himself back from grabbing you and pushing your head down on his cock. He would never do that to you, unless you asked. You stick your tongue out, a testing lick to the underside of his head, and he tries to bite back a groan and fails.

Steve moves himself from the couch, standing to strip as your head finally descends on Eddie’s cock. You look fucking beautiful, your hair falling down your bare back as your head bobs up and down in Eddie’s lap. Eddie looks beautiful too, his head thrown back and his pale throat on display for Steve to want to bite into it. Steve’s eyes travel down Eddie’s form as he undoes his jeans, tracing over the scarring and tattoos that litter his chest.

Steve makes quick work of his jeans, pushing them down his muscular thighs and kicking them down the rest of the way. It's not by any means Steve’s sexiest move, but you and Eddie have definitely seen him at some of his worst and clumsiest moments, so he doesn't worry. No, hes more focused on the heaving of Eddie’s flushed chest, on the curve of your spine, and on the slick noises of your face fucking Eddie’s cock, the slight choking and sputtering and the sound of his tip hitting the back of your throat every so often.

Steve sheds his shirt just as quickly, having basically practiced for this moment every time he had to whip off his shirt in the locker rooms. Steve was an expert at the quick removal, he just didn't know he was practicing for this moment in particular. He feels like everything has led him here to you two. Every habit and every decision led him to meeting Eddie, and then you, and then to the nights where he would stay up late thinking of you all over him and even once thinking of you fucking Eddie while he watched. Steve had written that off as some weird half drunk mind trick, but now he sees it was more; he just didn't know.

Eddie cracks an eye open, having squeezed them shut when you started hollowing out your cheeks around your shaft and tried his hardest to not blow his load right then and there. When he gets a peek of Steve, his eyes shoot open, wide eyed and shameless in his staring. Steve is a tighty-whiteys guy, and for some reason thats so fucking hot to Eddie. He figures it's the same way Brad Majors is the one Eddie had a crush on when he first watched Rocky Horror. He was so into that nice all- American boy look in that movie, which felt so wrong because all of the random men he’s hooked up with- and Gareth at Gareth’s graduation party- did not sport that look at all. But maybe, subconsciously, his mind knew he would want someone like Steve somewhere down the line.

“Fuck,” you sigh, coming up for air from where you had been bobbing up and down on Eddie, your nose feeling a little raw from where it had been brushing against his trimmed pubic hair.

“Jesus, you're amazing,” Eddie praises, his hand affectionately cupping your cheek.

“Thats not my name,” you tease, and both of your boys laugh.

“Shut the fuck-” Eddie says, and then cuts himself off, staring past you. You turn your head to look at Steve, and you totally get why Eddie is so quiet now.

Steve is hung. Like, Hung hung. Both of you probably look ridiculous staring at him right now, with his eyes so wide and your mouth hanging open like a trout.

Steve is so much thicker than you expected. You had an idea of his size from the way his pants were always tight in the best way, but you had not prepared yourself for this. He had both length and girth on his side. There’s no wonder now why when Steve started hooking up in school, he immediately earned himself a reputation. There are no doubts in your mind.

“Everything okay?” Steve asks, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Yep,” You try to force out, but it comes from your lips sounding more like a squeak than anything else.

“Had I known you look like this, I would not have skipped gym so much,” Eddie jokes, his voice shaking slightly.

“Okay guys, shut up,” Steve deadpans, doing that disapproving thing where he puts his hands on his hips, “I’m starting to get out of shape. Its not that great.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” You say as you stand up, quickly noticing you're the only one still partially dressed. You hook your fingers into your pants and panties, pulling both down at once and stepping out of them daintily as they come to your ankles. Steve takes the opportunity to playfully slap your ass the second you bend down. You jump at the contact and Eddie cracks up from his spot on the couch.

There's a bit of a pause at this point, an unsureness of what's to come. Well, you all know what's to come, but you're not sure of how. You all stare at one another, feeling their eyes rake up and down your body, your eyes darting between them. 

“So, uh,” Steve starts, now feeling the creeping of a blush bloom up his cheeks, “So how do we do… this?”

Eddie looks at Steve, and then to you.

“Well, I think she’s going to have the most, uh, activity,” He stresses that word, and you sort of just now realize what exactly you signed up for, “So I think she should decide.”

You hear Steve mumble a ‘yeah, okay, that makes sense’ as he comes to crouch down behind you, pressing the sweetest kiss to the top of your head as his big warm hands brace themselves on your shoulder.  

Your brain goes a little fuzzy for a moment. Depending on what you say, will they think you like one of them more than the other? Will they get offended? You realize in that moment just how much power you have over them. They’re letting you control this entire new situation, new waters for all of you.

“I think…” you trail off, looking between the two of them.

It’s like Steve can see the gears working in your head.

“You know what?” he asks, quick saving you like he’s done thousands of times in the past two years, “What if we get you a little more warmed up?”

You nod eagerly, leaning back into his hold on you, loving the feeling of his warm hands on your skin. You can do that. Eddie perks up at this too.

“May I make a request?” he asks, leaning forward to stroke his thumb against your cheek. You nod against his hand, because honestly you'd let him do anything if he keeps looking at you like this.

His eyes briefly leave yours to look at Steve, smiling widely at the other man.

“Can I watch him eat you out?”

You can feel Steve jolt in excitement behind you.

“Yeah,” you sigh out, knocked breathless by his request. Fuck, the amount of times you’d thought of Steve’s mouth all over you, the ways you imagine he could make you come apart on his tongue.

“How do you want us?” you ask, following up with more confidence at the thought of one of your fantasies coming true.

Eddie turns even redder than he was before, if that was even possible. The scarring on his chest and neck is even more noticeable now, the white tissue stark against his wild blushing. You know his skin would feel hot to the touch right now.

“Jesus Christ, mama, you can't just ask me shit like that. Not when you look like that,” Eddie wipes a hand down his face in exasperation.

“Sit on my face,” Steve interjects. When you turn to look at him, there’s something dark and wild in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. His pupils are blown wide and his brow is furrowed in concentration, his lips plump and open.

“Holy shit, okay,” you breathe out, light laughter in your tone. You stand up to your full height in front of Eddie and gesture for him to get off the couch. He jumps up, revealing a tattoo on his pale white ass.

“What the fuck is that?” Steve gapes, laughing and pointing at the ink.

“What?” Eddie smacks his own ass, right over the tattoo, “Doesn’t everyone have a pot leaf on their ass?”

“No!” Steve shouts, getting up to take his place on the couch, and showing off his muscular, not tattooed butt.

Eddie cracks up, taking the opportunity to pinch Steve’s ass before he lays down on the couch, making sure his head is on a cushion and not the arm rest so you can take your rightful seat.

“Steve, before you you dine…” Eddie falters, as if nervous, “Can I possibly ask to get a taste?”

“Of you?” Eddie adds, just to be clear.

“Oh!” Steve sounds surprised, “Oh uh— yeah, please, of course.”

Steve straightens out his legs, one of his calves now hanging off the arm rest on the other side of the couch and the other half off the cushion so he could get leverage with his bare foot on the floor.

You're standing awkwardly, your first bit of apprehension in all of this. You're not awkward in your nakedness or the way you've been staring at both of these men the whole time. There's no shame in that.

“Whenever you’re ready, Y/n,” Steve says, not impatiently. He’s still looking at you just as intensely, with his eyes mapping your body, darting around like they're trying to memorize every detail.

“Okay,” you say, shakily, still hesitating.

Eddie notices the shift in your confidence and basically jumps to you, his arm coming around you to reassure you.

“Hey, whats going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks, and Steve pushes himself up to lean up on his elbows, ready to push himself up to let you on the couch if you want a break.

“No ones ever, uh, done that to me before,” you say, feeling suddenly shy.

“No one? The prettiest girl in all of Indiana and no ones ever gone down on you?” Eddie gasps. He and Steve don't even try to hide their surprise, with Steve’s jaw hanging down as he tries to process the information. They know you've had boyfriends before, some of which you seemed to be really into but apparently were not satisfying you the way they would.

You shake your head, but Eddie got you smiling again at his compliment.

“Climb up here right now,” Steve orders, flopping onto his back again and patting his cheeks with his open palms.

You laugh, and with your renewed confidence you make your way over to the couch, to Steve. You bend over to face Steve, hair spilling over your shoulders and framing you like a curtain. Steve thinks it's incredibly cute how the ends lightly brush his face.

“So how do you want me, big boy?” you whisper, mirth in your eyes.

“Why do you both call me that?”

Your eyes dart down to his waist, and then back to his eyes.

“Well… we were right,” you joke, and both of you chuckle.

“Want you to watch Eddie,” he whispers, and he can swear your eyes light up at the thought. You nod quickly, eagerly, and stand back up. Eddie sits on the arm of the couch, his painted nails gently raking their way up and down Steve’s thighs.You rest one knee on the side of the couch next to his head, your other leg coming up so you and swing it over to the far side of the couch to place on the other side of Steve’s head. You hear him sigh contentedly as he watches you get settled above him.

“Ready?” you ask once you're in position.

“Fuckin’ born ready,” Steve sighs, and you slowly lower yourself onto him, leaning forward slightly and resting your hands on your thighs to give him the best access possible.

Its fucking heaven when Steve’s mouth hits your core. His plump lips move easily against your folds, his tongue deftly parting them. He wastes no time in thrusting his tongue inside of you, swirling it around inside of you without any hesitation. His tongue works inside you like a screw, swirling, pistoning, swirling, pistoning ever more trying to pull something out of you.

You're already a wreck on top of him, your clit pressed against his chin, when Eddie sinks his lips down on Steve’s cock. Steve moans loudly, sending vibrations up your abdomen from the epicenter of your cunt. Eddie immediately tries to push himself as far as possible down Steve’s cock, his throat opening up to the point where only about a half inch needs Eddie’s hand to cover and make up for it.

“Oh my fucking god, Steve,” You moan out, choked and half sobbing. You've ever felt pleasure this intense, never. He’s the olympic champion of making you feel like you're on top of the world, from the simplest of compliments to being the first person about to make you come from just their tongue. He fucks you earnestly with his tongue, as deep as he can and actively pressing his tongue against your g-spot, relentless but full of affection at the same time. Eddie does not let up his pace, bobbing up and down on Steve’s length, taking it all like a champ, the sound of his throat choking him spurring you on in your race to an orgasm.

“Fuck, please,” You beg, and you can swear you hear Steve say something, but he doesnt let up from his onslaught of his tongue so all you feel is the vibration of his voice against your core. His hands push your hips slightly, tilting the angle so he can focus on your clit. He attacks the swollen bud with fervor, licking and sucking as you clench your thighs around his head.

“Fuck, she likes that,” Eddie remarks, having taken his mouth off of Steve momentarily. You moan appreciatively, and then roll your hips against Steve’s mouth in desperation. Steve doesn't leave you hanging; he would never be the type. He doesn't let up, he feels the way you’re clenching, feels the way your cunt is squeezing around his tongue. Steve only works harder to push his tongue further onto your clit, to move it around more, he does everything he can to do better than any vibrator you might have. You start shaking, nor gripping his hips with the effect of leaving a series of crescent moons on his hips.

“Fuck,” You try to say, but it comes out more like a high pitched moan.

Steve takes your clit between his plump lips, and sucks, his teeth grazing the nerves.

You scream as you see stars, trying to pull yourself away from Steve’s grasp as you come, but his strong hands keep you in place. He keeps licking at you as you come, lapping up your arousal as he slowly lets you come down to earth.

It's around this time that you notice Eddie has stopped sucking Steve’s cock, instead focusing on the way you shake and yell for the other man.

The moment your thighs stop shaking, Steve slides himself out from under you and tries to envelop you into a hug.  Eddie lets himself fall to the side, letting Steve wrap you up as you fall like jello in his arms. You sob and shake and fuck does Eddie want to experience it for himself.

“Holy shit,” You sob into Steve’s arms, and his big biceps hold you tight. He holds you as your shakes subside and your muscles relax against him. Eddie stares up at you in awe, not unlike the time you drove him out to see Dio in Chicago. He's gaping and wide eyed in awe, but there's a hunger in his eyes that wasn't there before.

Eddie watches the two of you hug while you come down, before grabbing Steve in a kiss. Eddie licks into Steve’s mouth quickly, and then pulls back to you.

“Needed a taste of you too, mama,” He admits, smiling like the cat that caught the canary.

“Now,” Eddie turns to you, interrupting his own question with a kiss to your lips, “How do you want this to go?”

With the agency in your hands, you freeze for a second. Steve can feel you tense in his arms and he too freezes for a moment, worried you’re tapping out after that.

“I think maybe you,” You point at Eddie, “I want you first.”

You pause, and then turn to Steve with his arms around you, somehow you feel embarrassed. You feel embarrassed to face him after you've come.

“And then you to finish?” You ask, and Steve acts like you've given him the keys to the entire world. Steve’s knees buckle, while Eddie grabs you and twirls you in a circle like the most excited man in the world.

“It’s like you read my mind, been fuckin waiting for this,” Eddie sighs, bending you over the side of the couches of the basement. You didn't, you know you didn't. This was a deepcut- fantasy for him and you fuckin knew it because he preferred men. But to know he wanted you specifically, you only, was something of note.

“You come here often?” You flirtily joke as you raise your ass in the air, on your worst behavior for your best friend.

“I’m about to,” he replies just as playfully, and he ruts his hips against your ass teasingly.

“Fuck me, Eddie,” You ask, and that all he needs. Eddie presses slowly into your cunt, savoring every inch as it happens. He lets you feel all of it, splitting you open while he painstakingly slowly pushes his whole length in. He presses in again at the same rate, glacially slow. He takes every inch like a millimeter. And then he thrusts in quickly, dispelling any doubt that he wanted you, pressing himself back into you at a breakneck speed.

“I saved this all for you,” he admits, and thrusts himself fully inside of you. Its a stretch the fingers and the face sitting could not have prepared you for. Its distinctively Eddie, his thrusts full of that energy and love that all of his actions are. He thrusts into you quickly and uncharacteristically quietly, he thrusts like he is making love, pushing against and away and against and away with heart. Behind you he kisses and kisses and kisses, pressing endless kisses to your spine.

You press a kiss into the air to beckon Eddie closer, afraid that if you try to say anything you'll lose your composure too much.He responds by leaning fully over you to reach your mouth, and kisses you sloppily.

You feel the couch cushion dip in front of you, and you know Steve is getting onto the couch as well. You pull away from Eddie to turn to Steve, who is kneeling on the couch watching Eddie thrusting into you with the most serious concentration.

Eddie thrusts particularly hard, forcing a particularly loud moan from your lips. Steve wraps his long fingers around his cock again, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey, mama?” Eddie asks, “Wanna make Steve feel as good as I do right now?”

You nod fervently, worried that anything you try to say will come out as a strangled moan and worried that if you take either of your hands from where they are planted on the cushion you'll lose your balance.You look at Steve, from his cock to his eyes, asking for permission. Instead of saying anything, he leans up so he’s completely on his knees now, his cock dangling in your face. You look into his eyes, a sly smile on your face, before you stick out your tongue to lick his tip.

Immediately, Steve is moaning and tipping his head back, incredibly reactive to you.

“Been that fuckin’ long for you, big boy? Did I suck or something?” Eddie jokes, not slowing his pace at all.

“No!” Steve asserts, but then adds, “I mean… I haven't felt her. Been thinking about her longer than you.”

The way they keep talking about you has your heart absolutely soaring and your cunt clenching. They talk about you like you hang the moon and stars, with so much care and consideration for your comfort in all of this. But then they pull out lines like that, talking about how they've wanted this.

You decide to give them even more to talk about, the next time Eddie thrusts you forward you part your lips and take the head of Steve’s cock between them, swirling your tongue around the very tip. You make a show of pulling him deeper inside of your mouth timed to Eddie’s thrusts. You moan around Steve’s cock, and your eyes roll back. You can feel Eddie picking up his pace, and you don’t know if you can hold out much longer until your next climax.

“S’like you’re made for taking our cocks,” Eddie groans, “Our good fuckin’ girl.”

You moan even louder than before, feeling your nails dig into the cool pleather of the couch and you arch your back further into Eddie’s hips.

“Oh she liked that, you feel that Munson?” Steve asks, not at all ignoring the way your moans sent vibrations up his cock.

“Feel that? Fuck, she practically ripped my cock off how hard she’s squeezing me, Handsome.”

The way they talk about you like you aren’t even there has you wanting to put on eve more of a show for both of your men. You spread your legs even further, pushing your ass closer to Eddie, allowing every thrust to go that much deeper: his balls slap against you on particularly hard thrusts, your ass muscles bouncing against his hip bones sure to bruise. You hollow out your cheeks intently, trying to make your mouth as tight you can to take Steve, as long and thick as he is.

You swirl your tongue as best you can around his length, trying to move against him and in equal tandem against both of them.

Steve groans, losing all composure to take things by your pace, thrusting his hips forward. Immediately, he tries to apologize; but you moan again, seeming to love every moment of this.

And you fucking do, you fucking love it so much. You’d only daydreamed your way through a few community college lectures thinking about Steve’s cock in your mouth so casually. You’d really thought about this moment for a few months, tried to imagine exactly what he would feel like, but nothing could have actually prepared  you for how nice this feels. Your lips feel lips they were made to be around his cock and your ears so finely tuned to the cute little noises Steve makes. Steve is vocal, if  anything, during sex. You’ve learned that he has a different noise for everything he feels pleasurable. The noise he made when your tongue first touched his cock is so different from the noise he made when you added your lips and so different from now with him pretty much fully fucking your face. You relax your throat as much as possible, focus on being open in every way you can. Eddie struggles behind you, his pace faltering as hes groaning that you’re tight as shit. You can feel him start to waver and get lost as he fucks you. You're gleeful you can make your best friend feel this good; you'd spent countless nights thinking about him too, how if you ever got this chance you'd fuck him better than a pornstar.

You release Steve from your mouth with a pop and turn your head as much as you can.

“Come on, Eds, I’m on the pill, please,” You beg, needing to feel him absolutely lose it. You want him to come, need him to come.

“You’re sure?” He groans, but his tone sounds like someone jump scared him in a haunted house. 

“Deadly, babe,” You call back, only to wrap your lips back around Steve’s cock instead of waiting for an answer.

Fuck, how are you even real? Eddie thinks. Its like you just handed him the keys to the fucking castle.

You push yourself deep on Steve’s cock, your tongue massaging the vein on the underside and milking another loud moan from his lips. Eddie's hips stutter again, and you try to arch your back even harder. His left hand comes off of your hips to land a smack on your ass that startles you. You jerk under him, involuntarily squeezing him even more than you were.

“Fuck,” Eddie shouts, and his hips still. He comes with a sigh, hot spurts painting your insides as he holds you in a grip harsh enough to bruise. Holy shit does it feel amazing, white hot from the inside, you feel like you'll burn. Steve makes eye contact with you, and smiles, openmouthed and lazy through his panting. Eddie pulls out of you slowly, hissing at his sensitivity and a little whisper of ‘fuck’.

“Hey, Can you vacate her mouth for a moment?” you hear Eddie ask Steve, and he complies, winking at you before he slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth. He leans back to sit, legs folded beneath him. Your arms feel weak now that you can finally focus on them, the muscles strained from holding your position on the couch. Before you can move, Eddie’s fingers are back inside of you, meeting absolutely no resistance with your shared mess. He thrusts twice, giving you just enough to whine, high pitched and embarrassing. Then he pulls his hand away, only to bring that hand up to your mouth.

“Hey, mama, you want to clean these for me?” Eddie holds out the two fingers that were just inside of you, his come dripping off of them. The sight is obscene, degrading, all kinds of perverted.

“Why can't Steve clean them?” you ask, deciding to test Eddie’s patience. Is he the kind of guy who would punish you for acting bratty? He might be, seeing as he’s definitely the type that did shit in your friendship to establish that kind of dominance.

Eddie laughs, and his eyebrows arch up until they get lost in his bangs.

“I dunno, sweetheart, maybe because he isn’t the one that made such a mess?”

Eddie has a point, you concede, and Steve laughs too.

But that laughter quickly dies down when you wrap your lips around Eddie’s fingers and make a show of licking his fingers clean, especially the way you hollow out your cheeks and swallow.

Eddie is warm and salty on your tongue.

This is the first time you’ve enjoyed this taste. In the past with your old boyfriends it was always to satisfy them, to keep them from complaining. If spitters are quitters… that explains why you quit all of those relationships. With Eddie, it’s different. Your first thought is not disgust, rather how you just want more. More of Eddie, more of Steve, more of them and anything they want to give you.

That’s why you happily swallow around his fingers, smiling as you lick his fingers completely clean.

Eddie’s already half hard again before his fingers even leave your lips with a soft pop.

“Fuck, Steve, she’s gonna rock your world,” Eddie moans out. Steve is lazily stroking himself, just sitting back and enjoying the scene.

“She already is, man,” he mumbles back, watching your every move. You finally get off your hands and knees, giving your arms a much needed break.

“Fuck,” you hiss, immediately feeling the rest of yours and Eddie’s mess spill out of you, “The couch.”

Eddie grabs you in his arms to pull you to stand, the last remaining dripping down your thighs.

“Who cares about the couch?” Steve asks, immediately reaching for an old blanket and throwing it over the spot you were just sitting in. He should care, it’s his couch, but it’s the last thing he cares about right now. All he wants is you below him making all those pretty noises you just made for Eddie. Wants to bury himself inside you and never leave.

Steve himself stands then, and comes up behind you to kiss your neck. He pushes stray hair from your shoulder and his kisses get sloppier, open mouthed and possessive. He presses his hips against your ass desperate to feel you on him again.  Eddie kisses your lips hungrily, capturing your bruised bottom lip between his own. It doesn't bother him at all that he can taste himself on your mouth, fuck, he’d taste a thousand loads on your mouth if it meant you kept wanting to kiss him.

You pull away from him gently, breathless and eyelashes fluttering, looking like a goddess. A warrior babe straight off the illustrations of an album cover. Holy shit, its crazy to think about how everyone thought you were dating in high school. If only they could see you now.

You smile at Eddie like he hangs the moon in the sky, so wide and bright and blissful. Then you turn to Steve.

“Can I have you now?” you ask, and your tone is so fucking shy and innocent like his cock wasnt just in your mouth, like you didnt suck him off while Eddie railed you from behind. Goddamn, you’re going to be the death of him, he thinks.

“You’ve got me,” Steve says, tone soft and full of affection. Steve’s hand comes up to cup your cheek and turn you towards him for a kiss. Steve tastes Eddie on you too, but finds himself liking the taste on your tongue. A hint of salt like the ocean waves he tasted once when he was still on top of the world.

Steve turns you gently in his arms, until the backs of your knees hit the couch. He guides you down until your bare back hits the cool fabric, and then gets on one knee. The look in his eyes is intense, pupils blown wide with lust and his hair disheveled from pulling on it. He looks like a Greek hero coming home victorious from war.

He pulls your legs up, pressing a kiss to each knee, before moving them so your heels rested on the couch.

“Lay down?” He asks, so sweetly.

“Oh, Harrington’s into missionary!” Eddie teases, and Steve’s face goes bright red. He snaps his head towards Eddie, and you can only imagine the look he’s giving him right now.

“Hey, it’s romantic! I don’t know? I’ve never done it,” Eddie exclaims, throwing his hands up in defeat.

“Next time,” you offer, “We’ll fuck you missionary. Turn on the romance for ya.”

Next time, they both think, there’s going to be a next time.

You maneuver yourself to lay down on your back, your head resting comfortably on the arm rest with your hair pulled back and out of the way, one of your legs sliding off the couch and resting with your foot on the floor. You turn your head to the side and look at your guys. Your guys who are flirtily touching one another, soft brushes of their hands and bumps of their hips as they talk and wait for you to situate yourself. Eddie is unabashed with his flirting, all teasing and smirking; Steve is more shy, more deliberate at testing the waters.

“Go get her, big boy,” Eddie urges, finally noticing you’re ready. Steve stands up again, only to sink his knee down on the couch between your legs, the cool pleather now warm from all of the activity. He watches as your eyes bounce from his, to his cock, and back up again.

“We can go slow, okay?” he asks, assuming your apprehension; Many times girls have told him he doesn’t fit, that they have to move at a glacial pace, that it’s just too much.

“If that’s what you want,” you retort, hand coming up to your collarbone.

“Well I— I don’t want to hurt you,” he asserts, absolutely not wanting to be too eager and ruin his chances with you.

“You won’t hurt me. I can handle roughness,” you reassure him, bumping your thigh against his hip affectionately, “I mean, did you not see what Eds was doing to me back there?”

You laugh, throwing your head back at patting Eddie’s thigh. Eddie, who’s now fully hard again and standing at the armrest close to your face.

Steve did see what Eddie did to you, saw every second he wasn’t staring into your eyes trying not to blow his load right then and there. Saw how every of snap of the metalhead’s hips pushed your mouth further down around his cock, saw how his pace had your moans so trapped in your throat they almost sounded like a squeak. You can handle rough.

“Can you settle for something in-between?” Steve asks. He’s a romantic at heart. He fucks, but he doesn’t want to just fuck. He loves when it means something, when he can hold and hug and kiss his partner’s skin. He loves when it could be love. He’s only seen it twice, in little glimmers; wants more of it like a drug.

You nod, a small smile crossing your features. Steve’s come to realize this is a smile you only give to him and Eddie. He should have seen all of this coming from miles away. His eyes rake up and down your body one last time, before raising an eyebrow to ask: is this okay? Are you ready?

You only respond by putting a hand on his cheek, telling him everything he needs to know.

Eddie grabs your other hand, pressing sloppy kisses to your knuckles, letting Steve push himself further between your thighs, letting his cock brush up against you.

You gasp the moment you feel him, ready for everything he will give you. Steve is so different from Eddie, and together they’re like your two favorite ice cream flavors swirled together. Steve rocks his hips against you, letting his cock catch against your cunt as he moves. His spread his legs, pushing your thighs even further apart, and then slowly starts to push in.

Immediately you moan, the stretch burning in such an amazing way. Steve is certainly the biggest you’ve ever taken. He pushes in slowly, just as slow as Eddie just did, easing you onto him. Whereas Eddie was fast and agile in his movements, Steve’s are slow and heavy. You don’t mean to keep comparing the two, as neither of them would be a clear winner in the competition. You’ll be damned happily if they would allow you to continue to be greedy for them both.

Eddie goes from kissing your hand to placing it on his cock, of course, and without even a second thought you start to stroke him again, wrist loose and moving quickly up and down his shaft.

Steve slows to a stop when he bottoms out in you, honestly surprised you could take all of him. He felt you on his fingers, and it was clear Eddie was going to be a little bit of a stretch to you. How he fits, he doesnt know, but fuck if it doesnt feel like your body was meant for him. This feels better than literally any fantasy he could have imagined.

“Fuck, mama, look at how good you take him,” Eddie points out, absolutely mesmerized as far as Steve can tell by the sight of himself inside you. You’re breathing a little heavily, obviously concentrating on adjusting to him. You nod, a wide smile on your face for Eddie, and then you turn to Steve.

“Please, I need you,” you quietly beg, “I need you.”

Thats the only encouragement Steve needs before he starts moving. Steve pushes his hips against you slow and hard, his pelvis grinding against you while he moves.

“Fuck,”You whisper, your mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your hand starts to slow on Eddie’s cock, fingers moving sloppily around his shaft.

Your eyes move from Steve’s to Eddie’s, making eye contact as you part your lips even farther. Steve pauses, watching the scene unfold before him. Your mouth is beautiful, lips all swollen and wet, and Eddie’s cock so pink and erect. He pushes the head of his cock past your lips just as Steve had just done to you on the other end of the couch. Eddie smiles at you, and then his eyes meet Steve’s. Theres something so flirty and affectionate in Eddie’s eyes as he smirks at him, and when Eddie winks at him, Steve forgets his control of his hips.

You moan loudly around Eddie’s cock as Steve thrusts harder into you. Shit, he didn't mean to do that; but as it turns out, you seemed to love it.

He tests it out again, another rougher thrust. He earns the same loud moan, and your mouth head moves even further down Eddie’s shaft. Steve is torn, half of him wishes he could kiss you and ask you how you're doing, the other half loves that he gets to watch Eddie’s cock slide in and out from between your lips. Its dirty, insane how much he likes this. He fucking loves watching you and Eddie. He was ready to be consumed with his jealousy the first time he saw you and Eddie kiss, how his fucking tune changed so quickly. Steve figures its because he doesn't know what he likes, he never has. He’s always been focused on what will keep people around him rather than his own fun. Pleasing you, testing the waters with Eddie, he never expected this to be so fun for him.

He starts a pace with these very deep thrusts, pulling out pretty much completely, leaning down close to grind his pelvis into you while he slams himself back inside of you as deep as possible. He watches intently as your chest heaves with every thrust, your breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips. Each of his thrusts pushes you farther onto Eddie’s cock, Steve inadvertently setting the pace for all three of you. You all move as one, the push and pull like waves crashing against a dock, hard and fearsome but oh so natural.

Steve does his best to stay quiet, biting back every moan of his own, instead trying to concentrate on hearing all of you muffled moans coming from your full mouth. He feels like he needs to memorize this sound, past his own moans. What he didn't really expect, however, is how much he wants to memorize the little gasps and pants coming from Eddie’s lips as well.

“Fuck, you two are beautiful,” Eddie sighs, breaking the rhythm of the sounds in the room, cuts through it like his pocketknife normally kept in his vest pocket. Eddie looks appreciatively between the two of you before thrusting his own hips towards your head, the surprise of his movements making you clench around Steve’s cock.

Shit, if Eddie keeps making you do that he’s going to blow his load in an instant.

You feel fucking amazing. It feels like every one of your nerves is on fire, and you're not even sure where to put your hands. They feel wasted where they rest on Steve’s biceps, but the selfish part of you is loving that you actually get to feel them up finally. You had not been prepared for how this night would go, and even less prepared for how much you loved being laid out and open for them. Did this make you a slut? You didn't think so. You'd never judged other girls that way, weirdly only holding yourself to that standard.

You're roughly jostled from finishing that train of thought (thankfully because you would have made yourself sad) by Steve speeding up his thrusts, and you can tell he’s close. Theres been a slow building tension tightening in your abdomen this entire time, and now an urgency to meet him where he is. Oh god, what it would feel like to climax in sync with THE Steve Harrington. You've heard so many stories, some of which you'd actually rolled your eyes at and made fun of with Eddie at the lunch table. My, how things have changed.

Eddie feels amazing in your mouth, now having you almost thinking your mouth was made for taking him. Never before have you loved giving a blowjob this much. You love the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, not at all minding how you choke around it. He tries to time his thrusts with Steve, you notice, their in and out matching up, filling your mouth and cunt both so deeply at the same time. Fuck, its intoxicating. You know you're a moaning mess for them, muffled by Eddie’s cock and pretty much limp below Steve. But holy fuck, is this not the best you’ve ever felt. The tension of your abdomen stirs, feeling yourself tighten around Steve, and you swear you can feel every vein of his cock from the inside now.

“She’s close,” Steve pants to Eddie, not even talking to you. You shudder, already feeling your climax building.

“Don't I know it, babe,” Eddie responds, “I can just see how fuckin’ worked up she’s getting.”

You hadn't realized you were that obvious, but it doesn't matter as you chase your own high, archign your back so Steve hits you at a different angle, somehow even deeper.

“Come for us, mama,” Eddie urges, finally talking to you again, comfortingly rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“Please, fuck, please give it to me,” Steve begs, quickly losing composure himself. His thrusts start to lose their pace, and one of his arms comes up off the couch so he can press his thumb to your clit.

“Please,” He begs again.

You swallow again around Eddie’s cock, the last thing you voluntarily do before you tumble over the edge, orgasm overtaking you in quick choppy waves. You feel yourself shaking, but your mind and body are miles away from one another. You're trapped in a dream, a fantasy beyond your fantasies, entire body feeling better than its ever felt in your entire life.You try your best to keep up your pace on Eddie, but you yourself devolve into a moaning mess.

“Thats right, mama,” Eddie sighs, pulling himself out of your mouth so he can hear your moans outright. He’s not disappointed, immediately without the gag of his cock your moans echo throughout the basement.

“Please, please, please,” you beg between moans, not sure what you're even asking for at this point. Steve fucks you through your orgasm, slow and careful.

He almost collapses on top of you, caging you in with his arms, kissing your collarbone again over the hickies he had already made while he comes quietly with a little shiver of his pelvis and a whimper against your skin. He only lays there for a moment before leaning back up, making sure to press his kisses into your chest before he sits back up. He stays buried in with you, soaking in the feeling of being inside you still. Eddie watches the scene with a keen eye, like he’s trying to memorize every centimeter of what lays before him.

Steve takes this chance while he’s distracted to wrap his own large hand around Eddie’s length, pumping his shaft quickly, not the way people are jerked off in porn, the way Eddie snapped his hips into your sweet cunt only a half hour ago. Steve tries to imitate that pace as best as possible, taking Eddies groaning and gasps as encouragement. You watch blissfully, still half coming back to earth as Eddie grasps Steve’s shoulder and almost topples over, and spills around Steve’s hand, the remainder spilling onto your chest.

Without even thinking about it, you dip your fingers in the mess on your chest and press it to your lips, licking the taste of Eddie from them again.

“Holy shit, Y/n, you CAN’T do that,” Steve laughs, and you feel his cock twitch within you.

“Sorry,” you giggle, but they can both tell from your tone that you're not sorry at all. Steve slowly pulls out of you, carefully and practically hissing with sensitivity. Steve is quick to pull you to sit up, and Eddie practically jumps onto the cushion on the other side of you. Both of your men sandwiching between you.

None of you speak for a moment, just sitting there breathless and basking in the absolute pleasure of what just transpired. Steve has you pulled into his sweaty chest, and Eddie has his equally sweaty chest pressed against your back. In literally any other case you would be yelling at them, telling them to get their gross boy sweat off of you. You'd be begging for a shower or to jump into the pool despite the unseasonably cold weather.

“Fuck,” Eddie chuckles, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Fuck,” Steve echoes, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“Fuck,” You third, feeling the mix of yours, Steve’s and any remnants of Eddie’s release dripping out of you again.

You all laugh, loudly and free like the funniest joke in the world was just told. This feels so fucking normal, so incredibly normal its crazy. This feels like any other day with Eddie and Steve. Maybe thats what tells you this is meant to be. Maybe thats what makes you feebly wrap your arms around both of them to pull them even closer.

“I really like you guys,” You sigh, a dazed smile on your face.

“I like you guys too,” Eddie admits, finally speaking his attraction to Steve.

Both of you look over to Steve, the one wildcard in this situation. Panic crosses you for a moment, worried that maybe he’ll reject one of you, whichever one you’re not actually sure. What if Steve was just going along with this? What if he didnt want this? What if he just wanted a wild hookup.

“Yeah… Me too,” Steve says, sleep already lacing his voice.

You and Eddie laugh, like an inside joke between the two of you.

“Alright let's get you to bed, big guy,” You chide, nudging Steve gently as he only gets heavier against you.

“Mmmkay,” he mumbles, and you and Eddie hike yourselves up, not even bothering to dress in the empty house as you pull Steve up from the couch. He comes up easily, walking along the two of you and pressing kisses against both of your shoulders as you both lead him up to his room.

Eddie kicks the door open at the top of the stairs, and the two of you almost throw Steve onto his bed, but quickly you climb after him on sore legs, pulling yourself onto the bed and gently slapping at Steve’s back so he’ll climb up to the pillows at the head of his bed. Eddie is quick to jump in on the other side of you after closing the door after you. He pulls the sheet over you hastily, effectively putting you all into bed.

“Goodnight handsomes,” you mumble to both of them, your eyelids feeling immediately heavy as both of their arms fell upon you, each of them circling your waist and brushing each other.

You'd talk about this in the morning.  

[angelltheninth]

hello!! this is my first time making a request even though i'm practically living off of your arcane content, haha. I was wondering if you could do arcane characters catching their S/O singing in the shower? That would be wonderful. Keep up the amazing work, dear author!!

Oh! Well hopefully this request lives up to your expectations then. By the way I think you have great taste. Tall, scary women are amazing.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Ambessa x Reader

Tags: fluff, domestic bliss, showering together, teasing, slightly suggestive content

A/N: I sing in the shower sometimes. I don't like to sing in front of others though. No one deserves such torture.

Jinx is pretty energetic herself and it was actually her who gave you the idea to sing in the shower one morning when you heard her doing it.

Since then it's become pretty common for the two of you to sing in the shower together. Jinx loves that she found someone else who likes to do that, for a while she thought she was the only weird one. But not anymore, now she's got a partner in crime.

"Care to join me for another singing session in the shower sweetie? Get your mind out of the gutter, I really do mean singing. This time. Afterwards? Who knows. Maybe if you sing really pretty for me."

Vi has never heard of anyone singing in the shower before she met you. The first time she heard it she thought she was dreaming, only to sleepily wander in the shower and find you singing.

You were a little embarrassed about it at first but Vi was quick to shoot that down. She never wants you to be embarrassed about doing something you like around her. She thinks your singing is wonderful and she would love to wake up every morning to you singing.

"What the...? Oh it's just you sweet stuff. Wait don't stop, that was beautiful. I mean I thought I was dreaming at first but damn, you have a beautiful voice. Can you sing for me every morning? It would be a lovely wake up call. Well other then those sweet lips of yours."

Caitlyn sometimes hums to herself in the shower so it wasn't that odd for her when she woke up and heard you full on singing.

Sometimes she'll even join you, humming a tune to what ever song you're singing. She won't exactly sing however but she loves to wrap her arms around you as she listens to you.

"You didn't tell me you sing in the shower darling. I think it sounds wonderful. Would you want some company perhaps? Hahaha, well I don't know about singing but I can do something else. Hey, why did you jump just now, I've hugged you while we were naked before. Just relax, sing for me more."

Ekko loves singing. He'll sometimes sing while he's doing random thing around his home so to find out that you also like singing was a delight.

Especially that you like to sing in the shower. He doesn't usually sing in the shower but he can be persuaded by you pretty easily. He much more likes to listen to you singing in the shower though. However if you wanna make it a duet some other time he'd be more then happy to.

"Firefly! You like to sing in the shower? Have you been hiding this from me? No? Then why haven't I heard it before hm? Oh I don't sing in the shower, no. But maybe while we make breakfast we can sing together if you want? Yeah? Sweet. I'll pick a really romantic one."

Silco was pretty used to noise in the morning. From the rowdy streets of Zaun to adopting and raising Jinx. Usually there's a lot of noise and explosions but waking up to you singing was a nice change of pace.

He leaned against the door, his eyes staring at your back as you sing, not even noticing him at first. You only notice when you finish the song and he claps slowly. You were flustered about it at first but upon seeing his soft smile you smiled back and beckoned him to join you in the shower.

"You always had such a lovely voice my darling. I never suspected you to be my wake up alarm, but it's much nicer that the outside noise of people arguing and yelling at each other. And I assure you that's not the only thing nice about this situation. You want me to join you do you? Well how could I refuse a request from you."

Sevika never liked singing too much. She found it damn annoying. That's why when she first caught you singing you immediately shut your mouth, only for Sevika to step into the shower and tell you to sing more for her.

She wasn't mad or annoyed at all. She likes to hear you talk, hear you laugh, hear you moan and scream. So naturally she found your singing voice pleasant too. But don't tell anyone. She has a reputation to keep after all. And Jinx would never let her hear the end of it.

"Why did you stop sweet cheeks? You know I love that pretty voice of yours. Pretty just like the rest of you. Keep singing won't you? But only for me ok? And don't tell anyone. I just know Jinx is looking for an excuse to get on my nerves somehow."

Viktor didn't get to hear much singing even after he started living in Piltover. Your voice always lulled him to sleep though, but he never heard it so bright and cheerful while you sung.

He was about to get up but you left the door open so he could hear the slightly muffled song. He closed his eyes and listened until you stepped out, hair still slightly damp. He smirked at you and complimented your lovely voice, much to your embarrassment. He wouldn't have that however, he encouraged you to sing as much as you want, he would love to hear more.

"You have a lovely voice my darling. Why don't you sing more often? There is no need for you to be embarrassed of me hearing it. In fact I wouldn't mind hearing more of it sometime. What do you say, would you sing just for me if I asked?"

Jayce is actually quite a fan of singing. He can't really sing himself but he likes to hum and murmur, and he loves listening to you sing for him.

The first time he caught you singing in the shower you jumped, yelped and slipped. Luckily Jayce was quick to catch you before you fell to the hard floor, his arms around your waist and his smile bright as he bent down, kissed you and told you have the most wonderful voice.

"Babe, I didn't know you sang- Whoa there! Careful! You ok? You need to be more careful. Or was this all part of you plan hm? Kidding, I would have joined you either way. The singing was lovely though. Will you do this every morning? I hope so. You sound wonderful."

Ambessa listened to many talented people sing, many entertainers during the celebrations of her Clan's victories. However none ever came close to your singing voice.

You actually did it without even knowing as the two of you were relaxing in the bath together. She found it quite funny, but also flattering that you were so enthralled with her and enjoyed her company so much that you started to sing.

"Don't stop sweetheart, the start was lovely. Of course it was, it's you, and you know I greatly enjoy all aspects of you. So would you sing for me while were in here? And then I'll make you sing a different song once we get back to bed."

[callsign-bunnie]

so we talked about this and I always make true on my threats

Please give us the funny coming out story they all have!! We’re they called out??? Did someone walk in on a heavy make out session???

I'm gonna answer these in character

Soap: "So, I actually came out to Price, once, and he just kind of stood there and for a moment I was solidly worried that he may have been homophobic. So I was sweating, right? This man looks me dead in my eyes and goes 'Goddamnit, Mactavish, I fucking know already. You're a whore! I've heard so many damn stories of you hooking up with half the fucking barracks. If you didn't have the damn tags, I'd call you a tag chaser.' So, yeah. Wasn't homophobic, but did slut shame me. I'm sure it was meant affectionately"

Ghost: "I've never came out. I just mention past male partners and no one is shocked. Wondering if I should be offended or not."

Rodolfo: "I have also never came out. Do I have to? I joined the military for one man, stayed for one man, got well known for being entirely loyal to one man... I sound pathetic. Anyway- Oh, wait, I did have to come out to said man. He told me I should flirt with this woman at a bar and I will admit to just staring at him in shock for a solid minute and just... kind of quietly going, 'but I'm gay' and he looked so confused. I have to admit, it made me feel a lot better because I genuinely thought he was ignoring my feelings towards him until this point. He looked embarrassed, too."

Alejandro: "I came out to the Vaqueros about five years ago. I was incredibly drunk, which is never good for me, and I walked right up to Rodolfo, I threw my arm around him, and said, very loudly, in front of all my men, that I was 'gay as fuck' and that he was the prettiest boy I'd ever seen in my entire life. I'm loud when I'm sober, I was... LOUD this time. I thought Rodolfo was about to strangle me from how embarrassed he looked. It worked out for me, though, because we got together shortly after and hey, look at us. We're married, now. I guess the lesson here is to always go for it?"

Price: "I come out every damn day, kid. I have to consistently reassert that I'm gay. My entire team should fucking know at this rate but I repeatedly will mention partners and it goes kind of like this: Me: So, I went to a bar last night and I met this guy- Gaz: Guy?! Me: ...yes. I met this guy and we went home Gaz: To do what?! Me: ...To eat cereal, Garrick! The fuck do you think?! We went back to my place to fuck! So, anyway."

Gaz: "I got outed to the entire school. It wasn't particularly funny, but hey, saved me a lot of trouble. My school was fairly supportive, save for some assholes, so I never had to worry about homophobia. My foster parents did find out, though, and yeah that was not fun."

Graves: "We're supposed to come out? Damn, I just... mention it in casual conversation. If they have a problem with it, they can take it up with my gun."

Valeria: "Apparently it was obvious. I went and told Rodolfo, because I was really upset and worried about it and he laughed at me. Worst part was, I didn't even know he could laugh. He said 'you make it fairly obvious' and then mentioned that I talk about women way too much to even have had a thought about hiding it."

Farah: "Haha, I still haven't came out. You either pick it up or you don't. I think it's funny to watch people guess what I mean when I say 'girlfriend'."

Alex: "I also frequently come out. The most notable time being when I came out to the 141, we're all gay I don't understand why I had to do that, and Gaz immediately went 'I have a chance?!' and then covered his face and turned a deep deep shade of red. He didn't talk to me for a week, afterwards, I hope because he was embarrassed, not because he changed his mind."

Laswell: "I came out in college. I was kind of crazy, so I went to a party and at this point, I was trying to get by without anyone knowing and I just- this girl sat in front of me and she was gorgeous. Gorgeous body, her hair sort of bubbled around her head and it would shake when she moved, and she would laugh super loud and big and it was so gorgeous. And I remember I was so drunk that I blurted out of nowhere 'fuck, I'm so gay' and she just started laughing. Anyway, a two for one deal because that's how I met my wife, guys."

Roach: I more got told. When I was 12 this guy came up to me and was like 'you're gay by the way' and then just... walked away. Fucker was right, but goddamn.

[ametistacollinsworld]

★ Wally, Howdy and Barnaby x Gyaru! Reader ★

My 51 request! Hope you like!

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You were the newest resident of the neighborhood, which quickly gained the attention of Wally, Howdy and Barnaby's eyes. You looked so interesting and different from them! Always being followed by your unique gyaru style, which for them was so cute and charming!

You always looked tanned, accompanied by your beautiful blonde hair flowing in the wind and signature outfit, which consisted of short shorts/short skirts, with white long-sleeved blouses, baggy socks and nice boots! Just full of character, really!

Just another day ahead in the neighborhood, with you waking up a little later than usual, having had last minute practice last night for Sally's newest play, she was so excited about it so you just nodded... She would owe you some Poppy's cookies after that-

The sound of someone slamming the door brought you out of your thoughts, which made you go to the door, rubbing your eyes gently, then opening it slowly to find your three sweet boyfriends there.

" Oh! Wally! Howdy! Barnaby! What brings you three here sweeties? " You asked in a happy tone, giving the three of them a soft smile.

" Well, we wanted to invite you to a picnic dear! But it looks like you just woke up, are we bothering you? " Wally spoke with a sweet smile, soon replaced by a slightly embarrassed smile.

" Yes! Your face is puffed up! Like cheese muffins! " Barnaby spoke in a playful tone, cradling your face carefully with both paws, gently squeezing your cheeks making you do silly grimaces. You held his paws with a smile, giving a small giggle looking at the worried faces of the other two.

" I'm fine guys! I just got up late because I helped Sally with a new play at the last minute! I would love to have a picnic with you guys" You spoke in a soft tone, taking Barnaby's paws off your cheeks slowly giving him a smile

" Well, if you say so my dear! Get ready and meet us at apple tree hill, we'll be waiting for you there! " Howdy said in a cheerful tone, giving a little 'boop' to your nose, which made you chuckle.

" Okay! I'll meet you there! See you guys soon! " You said in a cheerful tone, giving the three of them a small wave before closing the door, giving a goofy smile and leaning against the door. You had to get ready!

You then ran to your room, wanting to get ready as soon as possible for them. What clothes could you wear?

You had decided to wear some colorful hair clips, nice white shorts, a white short-sleeved blouse plus your pair of fuzzy socks with summer boots.

You left the house closing the door carefully behind you, just humming as you walked up to the apple tree hill, greeting Sally and Julie on the way.

You then arrived at the top of the hill, being greeted by your three boyfriends who had already assembled their picnic blanket, just chatting waiting for you to arrive.

" Hey boys! I am here! " You exclaimed with a smile, soon seeing how their cheeks turned slightly red when they saw you.

" You are beautiful as always dear! " Howdy said giving you a blushing smile, which Barnaby agreed with a silly smile, while Wally just stared at you with an admiring smile. You giggled, feeling your cheeks rosy, then sat down with them.

" Don't be like that! Or I'll turn as red as an apple- " You said in a playfully embarrassed tone, placing your hands on your cheeks dramatically, which made the three of them chuckle.

" I wouldn't complain to see that~ " Wally said in a teasing playful tone, which made you give him a little slap on the arm playfully, pouting. Barnaby and Howdy just watched the scene, hiding their giggles behind their paws/hands.

" Don't be like that, you two! Let's eat some jelly sandwiches Howdy brought! Haha " Barnaby said with a goofy smile, letting a small chuckle finally escape.

" Yeah! I made it myself, with your (favorite jelly)! " Howdy said with an amused smile, stroking your hair gently.

" Okay, fine- " You rolled your eyes playfully, giving Barnaby and Howdy a smile, but then sticking your tongue out playfully at Wally, which the other two just laughed once more, while that Wally just rolled his eyes playfully, giving you a smile while crossing his arms.

You, Wally, Howdy and Barnaby had a very nice picnic that day.

[twsted-garden-imagines]

Third Years Finding Your Diary (Part 1/2)

I'm back, continuing my first post with the third years since it did so well on here (Thank you all so much for the love on it, btw ❤️).

A little note before I begin, the third years (and second years if this post and the next one do well on here too) will be split into two parts to keep me from getting too overwhelmed by writing for so many characters (my mistake for the first part haha 😅) .

This part will be including Trey, Cater, Leona and Vil. The remaining four third years will be in Part 2.

The same headcanon set for the first years can be accessed here, and the one for the remaining half of the third years can be found here once I get it posted (hopefully by the end of next week).

Headcanons are under the cut!

That should be all for now, and as always, I hope you enjoy!

With love, Daisy

Trey Clover -

- although this habit was much worse when he was younger than he is now, Trey sometimes misplaces his glasses

- with him being near-sighted as fuck without them, he'll have to have his face a few inches away from whatever it is he's trying to read

- (totally not Daisy projecting here, nope not at all)

- it doesn't help that the cover of the Alchemy textbook and your diary are almost the exact same color

- so after you left to go find materials to practice making the potion for an important group project for Crewel's class, he decided to take some notes based on the textbook passage about the potion you were both trying to make

- unfortunately, you were both in the laboratory at that time, meaning Trey had to take his glasses off

- when he tried to grab them from his pocket so he could read the textbook, they were nowhere to be found

- he ended up shrugging it off and grabbed the book closest to him to start reading it

- he grew more confused once he was able to make out something about a certain dim-witted duo from his dorm in your handwriting

- it wasn't until he stumbled across his own name that he realized his error

- unfortunately for him, you were right behind him holding his glasses in one hand and one of the tools you needed in the other

- "Hey, I think you dropped these. Also, is that my diary?"

- "..."

- cue him apologizing repeatedly and offering to make you your favorite dessert in order to have your forgiveness

Cater Diamond -

- Cater knew stepping foot into the Mostro Lounge one day for some amazing Magicam pics meant he'd be paying some kind of price....

- ... but he didn't expect to be asked by the Leech twins to find some piece of blackmail material on anyone of his choosing!

- he frantically tried to find anything, ANY embarrassing story that the twins didn't already know about his dorm mates, but of course, either they refused to willingly give him any information or they told him something the twins already knew

- thinking he was doomed, a glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a plain-looking book abandoned on a library table, no other belongings nearby indicating that someone was sitting at the table

- attempting to make it look like he was trying to find the owner, he discovers it's someone's diary

- Perfect! But whose is it?

- He flips to a random entry to find a whole treasure trove of information about the writer's admiration of a man by the name of "Hornton"

- Hornton? Why does that sound famil- Wait... this is the... oh no.... Oh no, it's the Prefe-

- "Well, well. Looks like this unfortunate soul was desperate in looking for a way to repay us, Floyd~"

- "Hehe, sure does! I'm surprised, Sea Bream! I didn't think YOU of all people would stoop so low as to snoop into someone else's diary!"

- "We were only kidding when we told you to find us some secret we didn't know, but it appears you gave us one anyway~"

- Shit...

Leona Kingscholar -

- It might not seem like it, but this lazy lion is more perceptive than meets the eye

- so it took him no time to notice you carry around this small notebook with you to pretty much every class

- It frustrated him since he's been wondering what it was, but never got around to asking you and whenever he got the energy to take a glance whenever he saw you writing in it, you always promptly slammed the book shut

- Seriously, what's so important to that herbivore to try to keep something from prying eyes?

- he finally got his chance one day during lunch after you were suddenly dragged away by Ace and Deuce, forcing you to leave your stuff with him in the greenhouse

- he opened the book to find your handwriting, a random entry talking about your change in feelings towards him

- "I don't understand how or why, but watching Leona at spelldrive practice on my way back to Ramshackle... I can never get that image of his overpowering motivation out of my head...."

- Wait, did he read that right?

- He doesn't immediately show it, but his constant rereading of that entry is enough to have his mind spinning until he hears a loud cough.

- "Uh... Leona? What are you doing with my diary?"

- Damn it, caught red-pawed.

Vil Schoenheit -

- Considering that his profession usually puts out a bit too much of his personal life out for everyone to see, Vil understands how important it is to have at least one thing to keep all to yourself.

- so he's not the type to go snooping into your personal things without your permission.

- Being tricked into reading personal things, on the other hand? Quite easy to do considering his dear vice housewarden.

- Your mistake was trusting Rook Hunt - of ALL people - to keep an eye on your things while you and Epel were dragged off by Ace and Deuce for who knows what chaotic endeavor.

- With Rook being Rook, it didn't take him long to find your diary and read it cover to cover.

- He then starts a conversation with his precious Roi du Poison about his findings, cleverly disguising them as beauty tips he'd randomly stumbled across.

- Vil goes along with it, not putting much thought into Rook's words until you and Epel return moment later.

- "Why am I not surprised that you read my diary? But did you REALLY have to do it with Vil in the room?"

- Despite his fury at his vice housewarden, Vil somehow maintained a calm composure while apologizing to you on behalf of both him and Rook, albeit still blushing a bit from the many compliments you'd written about him.