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kazuyummy · 10 months

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😈 DAIYA NO ACE - ACCIDENTAL TURN-ONS

yuki tetsuya 💋 miyuki kazuya 💋 sanada shunpei 💋 isashiki jun 💋 kuramochi yoichi 💋 chris takigawa yu

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y u k i 💜 t e t s u y a ; hairpulling

you often look for tetsuya after sunday practice to give him the upcoming week's training schedule

as the meijin university boys' baseball team student physical trainer for the past two years, you help with their exercise regiment and work with the dietitian and coaches to deliver meal plans and practice schedules as well

it's not like you have to hand-deliver these things... but seeing Tetsuya is always a bonus (and it gives you a chance to go into detail - that's the excuse you use)

kuramochi, your best friend who had also decided to attend his high school coach's alma mater, is just so kind to interrupt and ask you to run through his schedule

"hold up, mochi - after i finish talking to tetsu"

"he can wait! i'm going on a date soon, so i'm in a rush!"

you snort, turning to tetsu to see where you left off on the page and telling mochi to wait his turn

mochi, the stubborn, unrelenting bastard, gives a short but firm tug to your ponytail

out of pure instinct, you bite your lip, eyes rolling back into your head with the tiniest of groans

mochi doesn't notice since he's behind you and still rambling on - thank goodness or he'd be howling, never letting you hear the end of it

but tetsuya certainly doesn't fail to catch it, visions of taking you from behind and pulling your hair fill his mind

he can see you ass-up on his bed, back arching and mouth babbling as he rams you with his cock, pussy gushing

he wonders if you like being spanked and choked too. would you call him sweetly by his name? or by daddy instead?

you blush heavily but continue talking, trying to play things off like nothing happened

but he's no longer paying attention, instead starting to brainstorm ways to get you to his for a personal training session with this newfound knowledge...

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m i y u k i 💜 k a z u y a ; flexibility

kazuya walking into your apartment is not an uncommon occurrence, but today, he's earlier than usual - which means he sees you doing a yoga morning routine that you'll inevitably give up on in a week or two

still, you're surprised at how flexible you are and how energized and focused it makes you - so maybe you'll stick with it for a bit

miyuki's heart isn't prepared to see your ass in those tight pants, or the way your boobs push out of the elastic, seamless sports bra

he's just thankful (or not) that your top isn't loose, otherwise he would perish on the spot at seeing any bit of underboob

with pants that fitted, you're either wearing the smallest thong known to man or nothing at all

he's imagining manhandling you in so many positions - to see just how far you can stretch for him, the burn in your muscles nothing compared to the heat you'd feel as he fills you up to the brim

what if he railed you standing, a leg hooked over his shoulder to spread you open as you beg for him to wreck you despite struggling to stay in this position?

he wants to rip those pants down the seam, eating you out then fucking the lights out of you

you could try sitting on his face in the splits to give him full access to your little pussy while he holds your thighs down

you switch to the downward dog pose, ass in the air toward him and ask in the sweetest voice if he wants to join you

he takes back his earlier statement - maybe he is about to die on the spot after all

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i s a s h i k i 💜 j u n ; finger sucking

studying in the library with jun is never a peaceful affair and you don't know why you agree to it every time - maybe because of your small little crush on your close friend that you continue to squash down

he interrupts your thoughts - "hey, what'd you get for number seven?"

jun pokes the side of your head - of course, he has his annoying moments too

"i told you i'm only doing even-numbered problems right now, idiot."

he doesn't ease up, continuing to poke, so it's time for retaliation. you whip your head around and prepare to bite

at that moment, something strange happens in your mind - you realize that he was poking you with his finger, not a pencil. and you don't want to hurt him with your bite, but you're already turning around, so - you... kind of just end up taking his fingers into your mouth

neither of you reacts right away. he's managed to get his long finger all the way in, hitting the back of your throat... with no gag reflex

his feels his digit rest on your tongue until you move it to flutter around him, the inside of your cheeks like velvet

"wh-what the fuck?"

his fingers come out with a pop and a little drool on the side of your cheek, which you wipe away

"would you rather i have bitten your finger? you'd be cryin', y'know?"

he stares, speechless and processing what happened. your mouth had felt so good, so soft around him. he'd be in heaven if you sucked him off like that, pretty eyes staring up at him while he paints your face white

"we wouldn't have had this problem if you stopped annoying me," you shrug

but when you pull out a lollipop from your bag, unwrapping it and swirling your tongue around, he suddenly remembers he's got something very important to do

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s a n a d a 💜 s h u n p e i ; thigh crushing

sanada's flirting is often affectionate, so it doesn't phase you when he sits on the floor of the couch in front of you, leaning his head back between your legs and looking up at you

you roll your eyes with a smile but continue watching your friends play mario kart on the screen

when it's your turn and the controller is handed to you, he becomes such a little demon

he turns to your knee and does that thing where he tickles you by putting his fingers in the centre of your knee and spreading them outward at the same time

"shunpei!" you scold him, "stop that!"

"or what?" he'll raise an eyebrow playfully

"or... or i'll accidentally kick you, idiot" you save face in your response, but your red cheeks show otherwise - you're a sucker for that little smirk of his

he doesn't let up, though, giving your calf a flick, tickling your bare leg with the texture of his hair from where he's sitting - you name it

"shunpei, if you don't stop, i will crush your head between my thighs."

you lightly pressing on the sides of his head with them, which finally gets him a bit quieter

but that's because he's now imagining eating you out, thighs trying to close him in as he pulls them apart, lapping at your folds as you beg him to keep going

he'd give you orgasm after orgasm, sticky sweet voice crooning for you to give him one more, and another after that, and another...

he wants you so fucked out that by the time he sheathes himself inside you, you're putty in his hands and just a little fucktoy for him

in fact, he's tempted to pepper kisses across your inner thighs, the only mercy from him coming from the fact that you're not alone in the room

"i wouldn't mind if i died like that, sweetheart"

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k u r a m o c h i 💜 y o i c h i ; neck kiss

being close friends with yoichi, it was easy to flirt in small doses with each other to deny your feelings by saying, "that's just what friends do", others saying you acted like a married couple

one day, you're saying goodbye and going for a kiss on his cheek when you both miscalculate - as you lean forward, he's already leaning away, and you end up moving too far forward, kissing his neck

you're a bit tangled in him, and whisper-giggle a "sorry!" in his ear, sending shivers down his spine

you chuckle nervously as you pull back, "i felt like a vampire doing that!"

he lets out an airy laugh, but he's rock hard right now

you've given each other plenty of friend-kisses on the cheek or forehead, but that spot just awakened something in him

he wants to feel your lips all over his skin, plush but feathery, whispering dirty, dirty things to him with your hands running up and down his body

how would those lips feel sucking his cock? how would they feel marking his neck when he drives into you, filling you with his load?

now he wants to fill your skin with love bites, tasting every inch of you and making your pupils dilate with hunger and lust

when he jokingly does it back and you let out a mewl, he knows his heart's in trouble. there's no way he can look at you the same again

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c h r i s 💜 t a k i g a w a 💜 y u ; straddling

chris isn't always one for parties, but he doesn't mind coming out to a few to socialize as long as his friends are there

(and someone may have let it slip to him that you'd be there)

he's seated on one of the loveseats when you find him after a couple drinks each

he's getting up to hug you but someone trying to get through the crowd pushes you forward and you fall onto him, luckily with no more cup in hand

you land safely, however, your legs are straddling his hips as he looks up at your breathless form

chris, as always, is smooth in an awkward moment like this

"hey, I don't mind. not too many seats around anyway."

you giggle, gaining some bravery from him as well,

"okay, but don't complain to me if your legs go numb!"

you turn around on his lap so you're in a far less suggestive position, but he can't stop imagining you riding him

he'd want to hold your hips as you bounce up and down, your tits following suit hypnotizingly as you scream his name

he'd let you do all the work sometimes, moving to your feet and crouching on him so he can watch himself push past your puffy folds and the way you grip him as he comes back out again

but you sitting the other way now? cockwarming wouldn't be a bad idea either. having you spread your legs and his fingers in a v opening your folds, showing everyone how filled you are with him - the thought is thrilling

for now, he's content with his fantasies, but looks like he'll ask you to swing by his place later...

this is a bit of a tribute to my upcoming miyuki fic (and you'll see why when it comes out lmao) but i'm in love w the idea of accidentally getting someone flustered like this and (sometimes) not knowing what you do to them, hehe. <3

#⚾️-dna #💭-ani-mini #daiya x reader #diamond no ace #yuki tetsuya #miyuki kazuya #isashiki jun #sanada shunpei #kuramochi youichi #chris takigawa yu

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ashlayan · 10 months

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Pleasantries

Tw: SFW, can be read as gender neutral tho written with a fem reader in mind, fluff.

Pairing: Wanderer x Reader

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"There's no need to exchange pleasantries. It's rather pathetic to force a conversation, just to occupy silence."

"Sure buddy," you say with an eye roll "so you've said a million times already."

The two of you have set up a small camp near the outskirts of Sumeru City, taking a rest after a long afternoon of clearing the fatui infested routes. You were sitting across from each other with a small camp fire between you.

"And yet idiots like you keep asking me pointless questions." He replies haughtily.

"It's what friends do dude, you chat together about stuff you like, or... " You smile mischievously. "Would you rather when it's my turn to cook, I make you a pile of extra sweet tricolored dango? Or what if, say, I hand them over to you as a gift in front of Nahida?" He glares. "Something tells me she won't just let you dump them somewhere." You say smugly.

"...I'd like to see you try."

"I'm just saying, that would definitely make you annoyed right? So you like, have to tell me your likes and dislikes." You pull out a notebook and pen from seemingly nowhere and prepare yourself to write; "Go on then don't be shy," you smile cheekily, "tell me everything."

He sighs. "...Fine, just to shut you up." He looks up towards the night sky. "I loathe overly sweet things, even more so if they stick to my teeth. As for favorites... I guess in that regard, the simpler the better."

The wanderer watches as you scribble into your notebook, it's cover turned to him so he can't actually see the contents of the page. "I see, and what drinks do you enjoy?" You continue.

"Something with a rather bitter flavor to it would suit me well. Any sugary drinks are certainly out of the question."

You hum. "Makes sense." You say distractedly, then flip the notebook and show him you had not, in fact, been writing anything he told you. Instead there were poorly drawn stick figures of the both of you holding hands and smiling. "Say, do you think I have a future in the art business?"

"Well, that's just downright awful." He scoffs. "No one would hire you. You lack understanding of basic human anatomy; the arms are too short, the torso too thin, the face is almost beyond salvation, and the hair... I'm not even sure it's supposed to be hair. Do better."

You fall out of your seat cackling, your whole body shaking. "Dang dude you're brutal!" It takes effort for you to subdue your laughs. You stand, but instead of returning to your previous seat you go sit on the log next to him, still giggling to yourself.

"Well, I try. You asked for my opinion, you should expect nothing less than honesty."

" 'K, 'k. So, what about you? Can you draw?" You sit next to him, but angle your body to face his.

"I've never been very good at it, to be honest. The only things I can draw are maps and blueprints. I've even used to have a rather elaborate sketchbook full of those."

"Oh?" You say, grabbing your notebook-now-revealed-sketchbook again, flipping it to a new page. "Were those from your fatui days? When you were planning... Fatui things?"

"You could say that. My drawings of my personal projects in particular were highly confidential. I only showed them to my closest confidants."

"I'm surprised you even had confidants, with that nasty temper you had back then." You pick up your pen and go back to your scribbling.

He crosses his arms "You're really testing my patience here."

"What?" You respond teasingly, eyes focused on your work in the sketchbook. "You're the one that likes honesty so much!" You challenge.

"Fair enough. Then I'll be upfront with you: your drawing skills suck. They're terrible. If you think there's talent in that hand of yours, you're lying to yourself."

"Mhm..." You respond distractedly, your sketchbook turned away from him like before.

"Are you even listening to me?" In a flash, he's reaching for the sketchbook to see whatever it is you're-

You slap his hand away, albeit not harshly. "You'll see when I'm done ."

"...Fine. Keep your damn secret. What could that page possibly be for? You still think you can be an artist, don't you?"

You look up at him sharply, and keep eye contact for a long moment, long enough he worries he'd actually managed to offend you, but then you go right back to the sketchbook, ignoring him once more.

"...You really are the most annoying person I've ever met." He grumbles.

That brings a chuckle out of you. "Funny I could say the same about you," you respond easily, then glance up at him with a soft smile "but you know, you're also my favorite person to hangout with.

"...Did you just make a romantic implication?"

"Maybe I did and maybe I didn't." You reply casually, going back to your work.

He raises a brow. "Hmm. Do you happen to have feelings for me by any chance?"

"Is that your attempt to get a confession? Or maybe..." You glance up at him with a smirk, "Fishing for compliments, wanderer?"

His face flushes a soft purple. Pretty you think. "That was absolutely not what I was doing, I was simply... uh..."

You giggle. "Either way," you say, rising from your seat and carefully tearing out the page you'd been working on, then handing it over, revealing a sketched portrait of himself, signed : What if I do like you? -(y/n). You take a step back, awaiting his reaction, feeling uncharacteristically nervous.

"What... He stares at the drawing in awe for a few moments ...How did you manage to capture my likeness this fast? This is almost creepy." He adds the last comment almost out of habit, clearly not meaning it one bit.

"Then I guess I should spend less time with you? That is the only reason I was able to draw you this fast... Maybe we should hangout less, since you find it so unsettling." You say with mock offense.

"No, that's not... Don't leave. And didn't you promise not to, anyways?"

He stands and takes a few steps closer to you and looks at the drawing again. "My hat... the sleeves... that's all correct. Are you, by chance, a professional artist in disguise?"

"Just a hobby," you answer, "though don't think I was born with special talent or anything, it took lots of practice."

"I..." He lightly runs a finger on the lines, careful not to smudge them, not that the material he's made out of can really do that. "It's beautiful. I could never replicate your passion to the craft, even if I spent my entire existence practicing. He looks towards you. "It's an honor to be the subject of your drawing. I'll keep it, as a keepsake."

That's unfair you think, flushing. "I'm glad you like it but..." You point at the signature, your blush deepening. "You're not gonna answer that? It's rude to keep a lady waiting."

"I was expecting you to confess directly if you did have feelings for me, this shy side of yours is quite unusual." He chuckles. "I've always found that directness of yours charming, to be honest. My feelings for you... are complex, but if I know one thing about you, it's that you always manage to surprise me." A smirk spreads across his features."

"...So what's your answer?" You ask carefully.

"I'm a bit surprised myself. I've never felt so... connected to someone. If you like me, even as just a friend, then my feelings for you will only increase. I enjoy spending time with you." He takes a long breath. "And... I think I've started liking you... romantically."

You sigh in relief, and start shifting your weight from leg to leg oh archons that was nerve-racking.

"I thought you liked being straightforward. You've been teasing me this entire time, why be nervous all of a sudden?" He says with a smirk.

You glared at his teasing, though without any real heat behind it, you shove him lightly on the arm "Shut up." You mumble.

He chuckles. "You really are adorable, you know that?"

You mock pout and play along. "I'm not adorable!" You speak in the most cutesy tone you can muster. "I am a beast to be reckoned with," You raise your pitch further, "a monster of nature!"

He bursts out laughing. "You couldn't scare a butterfly."

You halt, cutesy voice already gone and a dangerous glimmer in your eyes, you take one step forward towards him, your eyes not leaving his "Funny, you said I had horrible drawing skills yet look how that turned out." You take another step, and with your mouth now next to his ear you whisper darkly. "Do you want to bet?"

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his heart started racing as he took a step away from you. "...Maybe I shouldn't have said that."

You burst out laughing. "Oh my gosh your face!" You say, happy tears welling up at the corner of your eyes. "I got you good! Pffffft-"

"...You suck."

You laugh harder, letting yourself slide down to the floor like before. "S-sorry, but hey! You're the one who underestimated me first!" You say gasping for air.

"You nearly gave me the equivalent of a heart attack, you little..." He sighs, his expression serious. "...So I suppose this means you like me too?"

"Your laughs die down, and you start regaining your breath, you raise your hand cheekily, motioning for him to help you up "What do you think?"

"...I think you can help yourself." He crosses his arms and looks away from you.

"Oh come on don't be like that!" You say grinning. "Just help me up and I'll give you your answer."

"...Fine." He walks towards you, grabbing your hand as he asks "So what's the verdict?"

Just as he starts pulling however, you bring him down on the ground next to you, and just before he has a chance to protest, you wrap your arms around his neck bringing your faces so close with just a few inches between you.

"...Woah, easy now. You really do have a flare for the dramatic."

He lets out a sigh in defeat, in another life, the empty cavity of his heart would have been thumping at the contact.

"But doesn't it make everything so interesting?" You say, slowly inching closer, your eyes glancing between his eyes and lips.

The Wanderer can barely manage a response, "...Yes. Yes, I suppose it does."

And then, you close the distance between your lips, his eyelids falling shut.

The moment your mouths meet, a feeling of pure euphoria washes over you. You can't help but close your eyes, sinking deeper into the kiss. He pulls you closer and you gladly let him, wanting to experience every possible sensation you could in this moment, your mouths locked together. Your heart races, pumping blood and joy through your body, making you feel like it would burst at any second.

After a long moment, you pull away slowly, already mourning the loss of contact but needing to catch your breath. "Well that was... Nice." You giggle at your own underwhelming response, fully aware the kiss was much more than nice.

"...Nice?" He repeats, looking down at you, his face a bright purple color as he tries to compose himself. "Is that all you have to say?"

"I'm just teasing, you're an annoyingly good kisser Wanderer." This better not raise his ego further.

He tries to act cool and unfazed, but it's useless. "R-really? Are you sure about that? I mean, it was nice, but... it was... Uh."

"Yes I'm sure." You say firmly, rising, and pulling him up with you. "It was perfect."

His eyes narrow as if he didn't quite believe you.

"Yes. It was." You insist , then, back to your usual teasing you say: "Or do you want more compliments oh great and wise Wanderer?"

He groans, covering his face with his hands. "You're going to milk every moment of this, won't you?!"

"But of course! Can you really call yourself my boyfriend if you weren't subjected to my teasing in your every waking moment?"

"Boyfriend?" He looks back up, his expression slightly confused, then "Right... Yes. That's... Gonna take some getting used to."

You sigh dreamily at his cute expression, then throw your arms around him in a hug and sqweel at his cuteness.

He remains still for a few moments, then starts gently stroking your head.

But at some point, you stop and pull away slightly, you don't let go of him however. "Wait! Would Nahida approve of me?"

You manage to catch him off-guard, not expecting you to break the embrace so quickly. "You want her to give us her blessings? Is that what this is about? I think, all things considered, she'd be more than happy to learn that I found someone who appreciates me as much as you do."

"Still, she's basically your mom!" You say, starting to drag him towards the Sanctuary of Surasthana as he squirmed in your hold. "We should pay her a visit. Oh! Maybe we can grab her a gift at the bazaar first!"

He sighs, then stops resisting, and lets you pull him along, knowing there's not a whole lot he can do to stop you. "You really want to involve her in this?" He sighs again."Very well. Let us go."

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twigs-sprigs · 1 year

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Two things for the PA AU!

1: pls tell us how Kai unknowingly used Lloyd’s power when he was evil!

2: what was the sacrifice Lloyd made to show he really cared about the team?!

ALRIGHT SO! this au is ON THE BRAIN and kai (@shadesofvermillionvoid) helped me make some answers to your questions ! (as you know i still suck at explaining DBJWKWD)

before we go, this one needs a few trigger warnings

(TW: supplements/ drug use, experimentation, implied suicide (nobody actually dies, no worries)

alright, we good?

prepare for like an ESSAY KDJWJKWD

1. okokokook ok!!! i'm. im SURPRISED i havent talked about lloyd/gb's power here on tumblr, cause it's such a big part of his story, and why he does what he does. so consider this an important lore dump

so, when garmadon (who, was actually possessed by the overlord the whole time, it wasn't. actually garmadon) and his group were still running the show, back when lloyd was really young. experiments were conducted on the child, leading garm/the overlord to discover that lloyd contained raw power, that could be exploited for his gain.

the power of energy, in this au, is i think a little stronger than in canon ninjago, as in, yeah, it can stand on its own just like in the show, can be used to blast things, to form energy shields and whatnot, and still has access to all the four other elements of creation. BUT it can ALSO regenerate itself, as in if some of lloyds power is taken, it will come back eventually. and it can ALSO be used as a performance enhancer and/or fuel for battery for tech... and people.

SO, with that in mind, the overlord, in garm's body, started taking energy from the child, with painful extraction tech that would sometimes leave lloyd on bedrest for weeks. the first of hundreds of these extractions is what caused the explosion that took lloyd's arm away in the first place.

they'd use the energy filled batteries (which kind of just look like some little glass bottles with glowy stuff in it) to power weapons (you saw kai's sword in the kai ref), machines, vehicles, etc etc. and would also sell them to other parties who were somewhat involved with the group. to use for the same thing and/or performance enhancers for battle.

and...well... to answer your question. kai used to buy said energy bottles. unknowing that they came from the same child that he saw just a while prior. see in his sword and also the reason his fire was blue, and stronger, when he was evil.

and, this all actually keeps going well after lloyd is aged up and he becomes "the green bandit". he keeps giving his power for his gang, because harumi says he should, and he trusts her. so he does.

kai, of course stops taking the energy and using it for his sword and gets to more old school type katanas and such when he starts doing hero work, he only finds out where the energy bottles came from well after zane infiltrates gb's operation. and he is. absolutely mortified.

this is all part of why lloyd depends on his power so much, and why he freaked out when zane blocked it out for the team's safety. he has to be of use, what is he without his power, really?

hope that answers your first question :)

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2. so, for the "final battle" (it's. not really the final one, me and kai are actually planning a continuation for this au), harumi prepares a giant mech, ready to take on the surface world and make it hers.

whats her plan? to find gb, he'll come out from wherever he's hiding eventually, and use HIM to power up the mech even more, give it such a huge boost that she'll be unstoppable. so her and her newfound gang will rule the underground AND the surface. the mech is specifically designed with like a human-sized tube to stick gb in and actively extract his power from him.

SO ! our heroes go against her! she starts attacking the city and the battle ensues. gb said.. he didn't want to go with them, that he can't face harumi again, he wasn't ready for that.

but that was a lie.

at one point kai is cornered by harumi's huge mech, on top of a building, about to be seriously injured, even killed, unable to get away. but right in that moment where harumi is about to DESTROY KAI... gb shows up and saves him, blasts the mech and makes it fall back for a bit.

gb helps kai up, but then GRABS him by his shirt, holding him up right on top of a huge fall off the building, right on the ledge.

kai thinks this is it. he's being betrayed. he couldn't help gb, he yells out "I thought we were friends!", without really thinking.

gb... almost... almost smiles at him, and says "...We are. And, that is why I need to do this." and he throws kai down to where the others are fighting harumi's goons and keeping civilians safe. he's caught by cole but he's FREAKING OUT.

gb fights harumi and her mech on his own.

this is perfect for harumi's plan. this is JUST what she wanted.

she ends up catching him after a bit, like a little insect. and forces him into the tube i was talking about earlier.

but gb is not stupid, far from, he wouldn't go head first into such an unfair battle if he didn't have a plan. he knew harumi would come look for him, so he decided to give her what she wants, power.

when he's forced into the mech, and the power extraction begins, he also starts PUSHING OUT as much power as he physically can, his scar spreading all over his body because of the stress he's putting himself under.. like his body can't TAKE it. he OVERLOADS the mech with power, so much so that...

well.. it explodes.

with him in there.

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ALRIGHT that's both those questions! thank you so much for sending the ask KJDWJDW im so glad people are enjoying this au as much as me and kai are. and we wanna make even more for it

AS ALWAYS if you have any questions about this au, either from this post, past ones, or the aftermath of what i just explained, send them my or @shadesofvermillionvoid 's way!! we LOVE talking about it. it is so much fun.

HOPE I DIDNT OVERLOAD YOU WITH INFO LIKE LLOYD OVERLOADED THAT MECH THO, AHAHA

#ninjago #ninjago post apocalyptic au #not art #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago harumi #lloyd montgomery garmadon #lloyd garmadon #harumi jade #kai smith #kai jiang #ninjago au #♢ pa ♢

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windy-babe · 1 year

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Willow asks Hunter about the grimwalker thing for a writing prompt

Eyes loving him...

Show: The Owl House

Ship: Hunter x Willow (Huntlow)

Words: 7353

First of all I KNOW THIS IS TOO LATE, I'M SORRY but i had tests and other university's shit, whatever, secobd of all: I know this wasn't... Like, what anon requested, anon said "Willow asks Hunter about the grimwalker thing" and I did... A lot of things that aren't that, yeah, that's why I never finish my fics, like Rina Sawayama said: "Yeah, I want more, more, more...", whatever, HUNTLOW FIC EVERYBODY

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There was a noisy mess happening upstairs that woke Willow up. She looked around her and saw everyone sleeping in the living room of that old house.

When they arrived the demon realm they found out that the portal left them in the woods of the Boiling Isles, so, it was easy, they only had to walk until find other witches, right? Well, no. Hunter and Amity started an argument about which plan they should follow, if they were going to fly to bonesborough like Amity said, or hide in a tree till the sunrise, like Hunter said. Hunter also said that Amity's plan was the same as go to find Belos and stick his own claws in their chests themselves, while Amity said that Hunter's plan sucked just like him.

"I'm serious about this, Hunter!" she said, "I need to find my family! I don't even know what that sadistic monster did to them!" Amity tried to make a point about her cause being more important, and she looked very worried about it.

"Oh, Amity..." Willow put a hand in her shoulder trying to comfort her, "Don't worry, I'm sure The Collector didn't hurt them..."

"The Collector?" Amity asked confused, "I was talking about my mother!"

Camila was trying to make them get well while Luz was trying to talk about her own plan: go to the Owl House, rest, and then prepare themselves to kick some bad guys's butts.

And there were Willow and Gus, a little far away from them, talking about their friend. Talking about him being different. Talking about what he did to him. Talking about how much they love him. And talking about the ways to help him that they had to find.

"He is... A grimwalker..." she whispered, not sure if she had to say it, but she needed to talk about it, she needed to take the thought away from her chest, "Like... Like the myth?..."

Gus looked at her with guilt in his eyes, "Yes, I know... I had known for a while now..." he closed his eyes not wanting to confront her.

Willow's mouth opened in surprise, definitely she was hurt by it, she thought that they had something special between the three of them, but maybe she was wrong and Hunter and Gus's bond was stronger that whatever they had, 'It makes sense, actually' she tried to convince herself, "What? He told you?" her eyebrows frowned, don't think that she was mad at them or something like that, the feelings in his mind and heart were beyond that, confusion and pain were the closer words to describe them. "When?"

"Well, he didn't tell me... I..." Gus played with his hands, he was nervous and a little embarrassed, then he sighed and touched the little artefact in his ear, "I saw Belos memories back in the Day of Unity... And I saw everything..." he looked down.

Willow let go the air in her lungs that her heart didn't let them release, at least their best friends didn't let her out. "Do you mean...?" she looked at Hunter and Amity arguing. Then Hunter touched his shirt with an offended look and protective behaviour... Oh, Amity finally saw the wolves. Willow rolled her eyes, thinking that she didn't have to be mean and ruin this to him. At least she looked sorry for whatever she had said.

"Everything, Willow..." their gazes meet again when he rose his head, "I'd been trying to talk with him about it, but he found it recently, when he went to..."

"Belos's mind?" Willow gasped, it was easy for her to connect the dots.

"Exactly, and I guess that's why he didn't tell us... He didn't even have enough time to assimilate it..." they both looked at Hunter, "He looked so nervous whenever I mentioned it, and I think that he was hurt too..." his voice cracked.

Willow looked at Hunter, he was walking towards Luz, maybe looking for her 'sister' to be by his side. Willow watched the new scars in his arms, visible even in the dark, and felt shivers in her shoulders and back. She noticed his hair moving at the beat of his steps, the hair that he asked her to cut after a breakdown now was longer enough to move with him, and she didn't know why, but her blood started boiling.

Then Willow looked at her hands, Hunter almost dies in them. The memories of Hunter's still body in her arms were so fresh that they stunk and were sticky like rotten paint in a moldy wall. It was normal, that happened some minutes before, she was gonna be okay, they were gonna go away someday, maybe with hope and new paint, after all, Hunter was alive... Thanks to him... She tried to stop feeling bad about what happened to that little bird, he should have stayed alive but if it wasn't for his sacrifice... What they were gonna do? Wait for his death? No, that was not gonna happened, never on her or Camila's watch. Then what? Take him to a human "hospital"? What they were gonna tell to the humans "doctors" about his pointy ears? About his scars? About his... About him being...?

Luz's single two words came to her mind, and they hit her heart again, "Luz was the one who told us, not him..." Willow's eyes started to burn, "T-that's not... Fair."

"It's not..." Gus said right after he had taken a deep breath, "He is... The clon? Of Caleb, the dead brother of Belos."

"Caleb?" she asked at the air, that name sounded familiar, she felt like it did when she first listened it from Masha earlier. Gus nodded, and Willow sighed, "D-do you think... He knows we know?"

"I don't know, I think we have to wait him..." Gus shut up when the others came over to where they were. Camila finally made them agree with one plan, that was a mix of each plan.

So at the end they walked till find a place to stay at least until they could save enough energy. They took some breaks here and there, specially for Hunter (but they didn't say it because pretend that he was fine is his favorite sport, even if he's bad at it). Finally, they found a village at the sunrise, they had never been there, Hunter found it familiar but that was it, maybe he went there in one of his missions, but the Titan was big after all.

The place was empty, an actual ghost town that gave them a bad feeling, something happened around there but nothing said that it was a recent event, in fact, the town seemed to be abandoned since years ago, and they were too tired to look around for answers, so after another discussion they decided to stay in one house that wasn't falling apart.

And now we are here again, with Willow waking up at some weird noises. Maybe it wasn't something bad... Maybe it was a wild animal or an inoffensive little demon that get in through a broken window or something, she should go, making sure that it wasn't something dangerous for the others, that by the way didn't notice the noise and were sleeping deeply, she thought that it was better that way, until she realized: Hunter wasn't there.

Okay, so he heard the sounds before her and was already looking for the source. Or maybe he was the little wild animal making a mess. Or he might has another meltdown and was ruining his beautiful hair again. But... What if Belos found him again and...?

She ran upstairs as fast as she could, with a sleepy Clover in her hands, she felt sorry for the little (big?) bee, but this was important. When she finally found the room where the mess was, she took a deep breath and opened the door bravely.

"Hunter!" she yelled fearing the worst, but only found him lying in a bath with an arm over his eyes, while a lot of old broken things were in the floor, "Oh, Hunter..."

So he was in the bathroom, 'Not again' she thought.

"Did I woke you up?" he asked, sounding more tired than ever, "Of course I did! I am such an idiot." he let out a sour laugh.

"No, you are not." she entered the room and walked by his side, pushing all the things out of the way with her feet. There were some broken tiles from the floor and the walls, two moldy toothbrushes and little pieces of broken glass from dusty potion bottles that he must had broken.

"Yes, I am." he took his arm away from his face and looked at her. She still hasn't gotten used to his maroon eyes, they took away her breath for a lot of reasons, "I-I... It was an accident..."

"I know..." she reached his hand, trying to comfort him and giving him space at the same time.

"I just wanted to see how they looked..." Hunter touched the biggest scar in his face, while a tear slipped down the other cheek, "Why didn't you tell me that I have his eyes?" he raised his shaky voice a little, it was the pain talking.

"I'm sorry... I just didn't think that you needed it..." her other hand went to his cheek so she could wipe the tear.

"No, no, no..." he took away her hand from his face, and didn't realised it, but squeezed it tenderly, "Please don't be, it's not your fault," Hunter said before realizing what he was doing with her arm and stop it, and then he hugged his legs instead, "It was an accident, I promise, I just move my hand and it push that bottle and it fell."

Willow helped him to sit up, "It's fine, those things could happen," she sat at the border of the bath, not thinking of how gross it was, taking his hand in hers, "besides, they were empty and old anyway..."

"But the others... I knew what I was doing when I broke them..." he looked her in the eyes and she noticed the fear in them, fear of her reaction, fear of disapointing her, fear of losing her, "I was so mad and I just... Sorry, that was stupid, sorry..." he covered his face with hands.

Willow felt bad about it, sorry for what? He didn't hurt her or anything, she even wasn't in the room. After all these months with love and care in his life, he still had his old habits, and fearing for his life for whatever mistake he had made was one of those. She opened the cabinet under the lavatory and then she found them. It was fate? Maybe, it was a good thing that she was the one who find them and not Hunter, though. Willow put those scissors in the sink and then took the thing that she was originally looking for: another bottle.

Hunter got up in surprise when she threw it at the floor, "What the heck, Willow?!"

"Ups!" she shrugged, "Oh no! I guess we have to share the guilt now." she pouted dramatically.

Hunter chuckled but he still had that sour look in his eyes, "So sad, now we both are bad guys, Luz it's gonna come to kick our butts" Willow laughed and he felt something warm in his mind and chest, at least there were still some good things in his life. "But this is not about the bottles," he got up outside the bathtub, sitting at the border, he grabbed and squeezed his right arm with the other hand, and he bit his lip not knowing if he should say what was in his mind, but after one look at her eyes he did it unwittingly, "I... I miss him" Hunter whispered.

Willow didn't say anything not knowing what words could make it better, maybe they didn't exist. Instead, she walked in front of him and after looking him in the eyes she extended her arms and involved him in her embrace. Hunter didn't return the hug, but he rested his head in her shoulder accepting it.

"I think... That he's still with me... In some way," he said, his voice starting cracking from now on, "Is that weird?"

She tighted the hug and rubbed a hand up and down his back, "It's not, actually, I think it's cute..." she replied with a soft tone.

He chuckled sourly, "It would be cuter if he was actually here." he pressed his forehead more into her shoulder.

"I know," she said trying to erase all the sadness in his tone, "But at least you are here with us," she pulled away from him and put her hands in his shoulders, "I want to think about that..."

"Well, maybe..." he pressed his lips, not looking her in the eyes "Maybe I shouldn't..." he looked away.

"What?" the confusion in her face turned into panic once she understood, "D-don't say that! Hunter...!"

"I wasn't serious!" he stopped her before things get out of hands, "I just... I just don't know, okay?!" he yelled crossing his arms, still not looking her, "I-it... It was... I shouldn't let him did that to him!" he got up making her step back, "He used my body and I did not stop him, I could have fought back, I should have fought back once he took him in his... In my hand" he looked down to that hand, it had a sigil that almost killed him one time and it was full of scars that almost killed him another.

"That wasn't your fault..." she reached his shoulders with her hands again, "Belos shouldn't posses you in the first place, in fact, there's a lot of things that he shouldn't have done."

Hunter rubbed the sigil and finally looked at her, "Maybe you are right," he sighed, "That's what I told Luz after all, he is the problem, not her."

"And you either," she rubbed her hands up and down his shoulders and arms, "When you..." she stopped herself, not wanting to say it, not wanting to trigger her own tears, but she knew she had to at some point and this was a good moment, "When you jumped in the lagoon," Hunter's body became tense and he wide opened his eyes, "I-I thought... You were in my arms! You almost died in my arms!" arms that now were starting to shake.

"I'm sorry..." Hunter rushed to say.

Willow froze in her place for a moment, until she realized what he said, "N-no... No! You don't have to be sorry for dying!"

"But it was my fault..." he started to play with his hands, feeling the guilt in his heart.

"What? No! You didn't have control of your body! Belos was the one who possessed you, he jumped in that lagoon, why that would be your fault?" she asked confused, but he didn't answer, instead, he got away from her, turned around and looked himself in the mirror, ignoring her, "Hunter?" her confusion raised, "Why... Why that would be your fault?..." Hunter put his hands on the lavatory and looked down, the realization hit Willow followed by panic, "Hunter, don't tell me that you..." she heard him starting to sob and that was her confirmation, "Oh my Titan..." escaped from her lips before she could cover them with her hand and then the tears started falling.

Hunter covered his face, he was ashamed, and scared, and disapointed, and... And... So mad at Belos. And so mad at himself for making that girl cry. He wanted to do something, he wanted to say something, but his body didn't answer, and the only thing that it wanted to do was cry, so he cried, cried out loud, pressing his teeth, pulling his hair, and being hugged by Willow. He looked down, her arms were involved tightly around his waist and her head rested in his chest. It felt... Warm, nice and comfortable, it felt like that was the place where he belonged, between her arms, but she was crying and he was too, and that was wrong. She was comforting him, so he did the same with a hand in her head.

"Please never do that again..." she said, squeaking and sobbing, "Were you really gonna leave me?" she looked up to him. When Hunter saw her face, red, swollen, and full of tears, and he felt a crack in the stone that he had instead of a heart. He thought that he was right when she entered the room, he was such an idiot. The tears fell from his eyes harder before he denied with his head, he was lying, he didn't really know the answer to her question but he did know that he didn't want to leave her, and maybe that was enough.

Willow felt how his arms involved her head, and only could hear how his cries were getting louder. After some minutes, they both calmed a little and she said: "When you were in my arms I thought that I needed you..." that surprised him, so he pulled away from her to look her in the eyes, those hurt eyes of her... "The only thing that was in my mind was that I needed you to survive, we needed you in our lives," she smiled and cupped his face in her shaky hands "I need you in my life, Gus needs you in his life, Luz, Camila, and even Amity and Vee needs you in their lives, and I don't know what the heck we would do if you didn't..." she stopped herself, wiped her tears and took a deep breath, "That's why, in fact, you should have survived, that's why I will be in debt with Flapjack all my life, he let me keep you with me."

Hunter needed some seconds to react, first his face turned red, and second he started to giggling while wiping his tears, when he finished Willow was smiling at him. He finally felt like he could talk again. "Well, I'm also in debt with him, for a lot of things but..." he looked at her face, that still was red and swollen like her eyes, and damn, that face still was a masterpiece in his eyes after all, he became kind of nervous, "b-but yes... Yes, that is one thing, stay... Stay with you... With you all!" Hunter said doing his best, she giggled so he thought that he had succese, and then he took the freedom of grab her arms tenderly, making sure that her hands wouldn't leave his face, he needed that comfort. Also, she was smiling and looked so pretty like that.

Her smile faded one second to another, and before he could ask one of her hands slid slowly from his cheek to the back of his neck, touching his skin all the time which gave him a weird mix of shivers and tickles, making him blush and laugh stepping back from her roughly.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she giggled, "Sorry! I just was trying to... To..." she touched her own hair and he understood her signs.

"O-oh! Yes, I saw it." Hunter touched his mullet, playing with some locks, "I-I don't know why it grew so fast..." he looked himself in the mirror, and then, looked at her reflection, "Umh... Do you like it?" his tone became a little shy.

Willow looked at him in the mirror, getting closer, "Do you?" she asked, seeing how the doubt grew in his face. He denied with his head, thinking in how much he loved the short haircut, in how much he looked like himself with it but now, he was just what Belos did. Willow smiled and took the scissors from the lavatory, "Then, would you like a new and old look?"

The scissors were old, but they didn't look like if the former owner had used them a lot, like Hunter's haircut, they were old and new, so they should work. Hunter smiled, bright and with a little blush in his cheeks, "I think I do."

This time was different. Now Hunter was quieter, he still was nervous but now he wasn't at the edge of a heart attack, and his hair wasn't ruined by his shaky hands, so it was easier for Willow to not mess up or lose time trying to fix his mistakes.

His hair was soft like the last time though, and the blush in his face was the same if it wasn't even bigger, and he still was sitting in the toilet seat and giving her nervous looks here and then, like if he wanted to talk, to ask her something, to listen her voice. But she also had questions for him.

When she mentioned the lagoon incident, she didn't want to talk only about Belos. She didn't know if it was right, after all they just had a really heavy conversation, a conversation with two hugs and tears, that's how heavy it was. And the grimwalker talk could wait, could wait a lot of time actually, they just had to look for something to eat and then keep walking till find civilization in some hours, and also they had to fight Belos and who-knows-what thing that comes along with him, and also there's the Collector, and also they still had to find their families. And she had to find her parents, parents that after all this mess will ground her for 30 years because she had escaped to another realm for months and no answer their calls once all that time.

"So... I think that there's another thing that we should talk about," she noticed how he tensed, she needed to calm him down, "Don't worry, it's just something that you didn't tell me yet, and I think it's time." that didn't work, in fact, he became more rigid even.

"W-what?! No, there is nothing... I'm not keeping secrets!" he yelled, like someone who actually do keep secrets from her. She chuckled, combing his hair with his fingers so he could relax a little.

"You aren't?" she said in a flirty tone and raising an eyebrow, then she leaned to be closer to his face, "Are you sure?" she played a little with him, but when he denied frantically she stopped, he was sweating by now, "Don't be scared, I'm not mad, you have the right to have your secrets, I also have mine," Willow winked saying the last words, and he squeaked, "but we are friends, and I want you to know that you can tell me about that," she smiled and he realized that it was all the same, he still was at the edge of a heart attack.

"No, I don't have secrets!" his voice was higher than ever, "Even if you have your secrets, that I don't care about! Of course, they are yours, only yours, I don't want to know and..." her laugh interrupted him.

"Hunter! It's okay!" she crouched down in front of him, letting the scissors in the lavatory again, the haircut wasn't finished but it could wait, "I... Talked with Gus about this..." she said being serious this time.

"That little..." he murmured, "... Traitor".

"And he told me that this wasn't a topic easy for you, but you don't have to be afraid, not of me, I swear." she took one of his hands and squeezed it.

"Not of you?" his ears were burning.

"Of course not! I won't judge you for this, i never will, specially with you, you are too important to me for that." she not only smiled, but also gave him one of those looks with the heart eyes that she only have for him, he was going to explode.

"W-well, that makes sense..." he pulled from the collar of his own shirt, now his neck was burning too, "Oh m-my... Why it's so hot in here? Aren't you hot? Ha, of course you ar...! Wait! No! I mean you are but I wasn't..." he covered his mouth with his hand before he could embarras himself even more.

Willow was stunned, but just giggled a little and let him be, after all, he wasn't wrong, "Oh, look at you, you are so nervous!" she got up and cupped his face in her hands, "And red, and... Sweaty..." she said while her hands were leaving his face, she cleaned them in his shirt, "I guess you won't talk, right? You don't have to but... I think it's for the best..." she sighed and waited for his answer.

He didn't know what to do, because a lot of feelings were fighting to death in his belly and he wasn't sure of which one should win. He definitely didn't want to talk about it yet, he wasn't ready even after months of knowing why he felt all this funny things when Willow was doing simple things like existing, for example. But also, just like her he knew that maybe this was the last time that they could just talk with calm about this kind of things, they didn't know what the future had for them.

He nodded with enthusiasm, closing his eyes, "I-I do want to talk about it, but... I'm scared of what this will mean for us..." his hands were starting to shake, Willow noticed that.

"Oh, Hunter..." she took his hands, "Don't worry, this won't change anything between us, we are still gonna be friends, I just want you to tell me about this." she smiled softly at him.

Hunter frizzed in his place, even his hands stopped shaking, he was tense and Willow noticed, it was something that she said? She thought that that would make him feel safe? What did she do? "Friends?" he asked, with a shaky smile, that kind of smile that he force in his face when he is suffering a lot but have to pretend that everything was just fine, that worried her. Hunter looked down, not able to look at her, and put his hands in his hair, "O-of course! Friends! I-I wasn't... Wasn't expecting anything else, why the fuck I would expect anything else after all the sh..." he stopped once he realized the words that he used, he looked at her mouth and eyes opened in disbelief and got ashamed, "Language! I know! I'm sorry! It's just..." Willow's laugh interrupted him.

"You can swear in front of me! I'm not Camila or Darius," she laughed, "I'm just not used to it."

"No, I shouldn't swear, I shouldn't... Freak out, it's fine, I'm fine," he gave her this sad smile.

Willow sighed, confused by his reaction, but she had an idea of why it happened. She took the scissors again and continued with her job, "What you expected of me?" she said making him sigh, "You thought that I would hate you for it or something?" her fingers touched his hair in such a tender way that he almost forgot about his heavy heart sinking in his stomach.

"Well, that was an option, sure," his eyes were burning, and he hated it, he shouldn't cry for this, she wanted to be his friends and that was more than what he could wish some months ago, and also, it's not like he would know what to do if she wanted him too, actually, the only thing that he could think to do was everything. He let some tears go, wishing that she couldn't see them.

"I will never hate you, Hunter," she said, wiping one of his tears with her free hand, he made sure to remember how her touch felt, it was magic, just like her.

"Thank you, Willow," he whispered wiping the rest of the tears, and smiling, thinking of how much he loved her and always will, no matter what.

"Because you are amazing! You are one of my best friends, and you had done a lot for me and for us!" Willow yelled involving his shoulders in her arms, making him look at her with a lovely smile, wanting to tell her with his eyes that he thought the same of her, she broke the hug and continued with the haircut, "So what if you are a grimwalker? That doesn't matter, if that's what gave you the life then it's great, you shouldn't be scared of us knowing it!" she was almost finishing with his hair, when he got up abruptly, he was lucky enough that she was able of get away the scissors before they could hurt him, "Hunter!"

"I am a what?" Hunter asked, voice shaking almost as if he just saw a ghost, "I am a what, Willow?" he got away from her.

"A... Grimwalker? That's what I was talking about... I-I thought you knew..." she said with caution, realizing slowly that she messed it up.

"What the..." he was outraged, thinking that this was a nightmare, first she rejected him and now she knows that he is a grimwalker? "How?! Belos told you?! Of course he told you, he always has to ruin my life in one way or another!"

"Hunter! Hunter!" Willow walked in front of him and took him by the shoulders, "This won't ruin anything! I just told you that I will never hate you for this! You are..."

"No! You don't understand, Willow," he shouted, getting away from her again, "I'm not just a grimwalker, I'm his grimwalker!"

"Do you mean...?" he interrupted her.

"Belos's brother! I'm a copy of his fucking brother, a witch-hunter, Willow! He said that he did it so we could finish his work, he-"

"I know, Gus told me" she interrupted him, putting her hands in his shoulders again, trying to make him sit.

"What?!" he yelled, "Gus knows?!" he waited for her response but he only needed that unsure expression in her face to realize, "Everyone knows?" asked again with pain in his own face, and she nodded.

"I thought it was obvious..." she finally made him sit, and took the scissors to finally, finally finish her work.

"I don't get it... I'm a monster..."

"You are not."

"I was created to kill all of you, did you knew that?"

"It's not a surprise, Belos it's crazy..."

"Why are you so calm?! Why you all are?! Neither of you said anything."

"It's not of our business, neither mine, I know, but you also know me, I want the best for you."

"N-no... You all should hate me..."

"Hunter, after all the things you have done and we forgive you for, you really think that this is the thing that finally it's gonna make us hate you?" she asked, brushing the cut hair off of his shoulders, she only needed to comb the hair and it would be ready, "You kidnapped us! And Gus let you stay in his house for some days when you needed it, because we knew that wasn't entirely your fault and you made up for it," she combed the hair with her fingers, it wasn't great but it looked good and she was sure that the haircut would look perfect if it was made in normal conditions, but for now it looked better than last time.

"I'm still sor..." he tried to apologize but she didn't let him.

"Shh, it's ready," she encouraged him to got up and look himself in the mirror, "What do you think?" she expected him to like it so much like the last time, when he got so excited that he hugged her for some seconds, maybe ten, maybe less, and after he realized his actions and ran away with red in his ears, she looked at the door hearing her own heart beating so fast that she couldn't deny anymore how lost she was for him, but this time was different, he looked kind of sad, kind of nostalgic, kind of disapoiting.

"It's great, Captain," he said with no emotion, "but I don't know how to feel" he touched his new scars, "I don't feel right, like... Like myself, I don't know if I ever will again" he let his hand fell at his side.

"Then, what we can do about that?" she took him by the shoulders from his back, standing in her tiptoes so he could see her reflection behind his shoulder in the mirror.

"Turning back in time it's an option?" he joked with sourness.

"I don't think so..." Willow responded awkardly.

"So there's not too much," he sighed, moving his gaze at the side, away from that guy on the mirror and the cute girl in his shoulders, "Don't look at me like that..."

Her eyes expressed a lot, sorry, worry, and love, lots of love, of all kinds, shapes and sizes, and Hunter had seen a lot of eyes in his life, angry eyes in his uncle, looking at him from high above in his throne room, after one of his mistakes and before a thousand of punishments of all kind. Tired eyes in Lilith too, tired of him, tired of her job, tired of her life, tired of herself and what she had done to the ones she loved the most. He had seen annoyed eyes in Darius, and every other adult in his life, but his were unique, they had their own reasons to be annoyed, and he understood them. He had seen the disapointing in Luz's eyes that day, the day when she met him and he met her, the day when she saved his life and he almost stabbed her in the back, the day when she knew his name and everything changed, he was used to that feeling, to hear how disapointed everyone was of him, but her? That was something different, maybe because she actually expected something of him in the first place, maybe because she was the only one without reasons to do that.

But loving eyes? That was a new concept for him ever since he ran away from Belos, but the weird thing that he has learn is that there is not only one type of love in the eyes of the people surrounding him. In Gus it was a tickling kind, he realized it one of the nights that they spend together in the basement. Gus was talking about his old club in Hexside, something about human stuff, and this guy with a weird long name that ruined it for him, Hunter said that he will give him a lesson when they came back to the Boiling Isles making him laugh and say that everything was okay between them now but thanked him anyways, and then Gus stared at him and he knew, that was a funny kind of love, a young and bright kind. And Camila's love was older, he knew every time that her hand touched his hair or shoulder, she was tender and patient with him like no other adult, first he thought that something weird was going on with her, perhaps a human thing, but with the time he realized that all the things that she did was in the name of motherly love, something that he treasured with all the will and strength in his body. The thing was that the innocent love of a child and the pure love of a mother didn't compare with whatever Willow hid in her eyes.

Willow's eyes were big and green and scary, but in a weirdly good way. It was almost as if he was scared of them becoming like the other eyes that he looked in his life but at the same time they tell him everyday in different ways how wrong he was for even think of something like that happening. You see, Willow's eyes were unique, every emotion that they showed was tender, they were cute, either sad or happy they always made him longing for a hug of their owner, maybe they were magic, or maybe he loved them as much as them loved him. The only thing that he knew was that he never saw so much in a pair of eyes.

"Like what?" she moved in front of him, he couldn't escape from those eyes, didn't him?

"Like... That," he tried to gesticulate with his hands but quit it, "It's weird."

"I don't understand it, I'm not doing anything," she wore a confused expression in her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter..." he crossed his arms and turned around.

"It does," she took him by the shoulders "also, I think you look amazing" she made him smile, "And you look like yourself, Hunter," saying his name was a good way of making him feel comfortable.

"It's not that easy," he looked down, but when he felt her hands in his cheeks she practically forced him to look at her, like, it's not like he had another option.

"Hunter, I know it's hard for you," she tried to give him comfort with a smile, but failed, "all this story of Belos and his brother it's horrible and I understand why it's frightening you, even if I can't understand why you thought that we could hate you for this..."

Hunter interrupted her, "Because it's another thing on the long list of bad things that I've done, Willow!"

"Yeah, you did bad things, but this? You literally didn't have a say in this! It's not your fault that Belos decided to made you..."

"But Willow... I..." Hunter put his hand on one of hers, that still were in his face, "I don't know... It's just so fucked up that I..."

And Willow saw the face of this guy, hurt and sad, and almost crying, again. So she knew that she needed to made him feel better, and new exactly what to do, "You know what, Hunter?" she waited an answer, he nodded a little so she knew that he was listening, it was enough for her. "Belos it's a crazy idiot and I hate him, but I have to admit that he did a really, really good job with you," she said with caution in case that he wasn't wanting that right now, but she didn't regret saying it once his cheeks turned red.

"W-what?..." he choked with the air apparently, because he started coughing just like that and also becoming reder, putting her hands off of his face so she couldn't feel the warm, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on Hunter!" she hit his shoulder without any force, jokingly, "He made you a really handsome grimwalker, and you can't deny it," she giggled. Hunter couldn't say anything, his throat just didn't let him talk, so Willow continued, with a confident smirk, "You are the only good thing that came from that bitch," she said, tone soft as feathers.

And Hunter exploded.

"Y-you... You just..." he was laughing so hard that he was squeaking while trying to breath, Willow looked at him enamored, "You just said...!"

"What? 'Bitch'?" she asked innocently, knowing damn well that he would laugh harder.

"It just sounds so funny in your voice!" he yelled.

After a while of loud laughs, he sighed and sit back in the toilet, a little bit tired. He looked up at her eyes, and something shook her heart, something in his eyes was so lovely that took her breath away, and she never thought that being breathless and dizzy could feel so good.

"So... It's true, I'm Caleb Wittebane's grimwalker," he said playing with his thumbs.

"I saw his statue, another handsome guy, yes," she nodded.

Hunter almost started laughing again, almost, he only blushed but what is new about that? "Stop."

"Right," she smirked.

Hunter sighed, "And everyone knows that, i-it's fine, but... I didn't want it, not yet, I'm not ready."

Willow got a little bit closer and rested her hands in his shoulders, "I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have said it yet..."

"No, it's fine, you only wanted to help me to feel better," Hunter hugged himself, "And you did it," his eyes looked at her in this lovely way again, making her feel the urgent need to hug him right away, so she did it, "O-oh, Willow!" and now his face was reder than ever, perfect.

"Please never feel like that again!" she yelled, "I don't want you to feel like we could hate you for something! We can't, I promise!" she said breaking the hug.

"H-hey... Don't worry, I'll try?" he was unsure, but still the goofy smile in his face didn't show it, "If you are the one promising it... I don't have another option but to believe, am I right?" he took her hands, making her flustered.

But right before Willow could say something, a voice interrupted, "Wow, how cute!" Luz said standing at the door, making them both turn around, surprised.

"What the heck, Luz!" Hunter yelled rolling his eyes.

Luz was sleepy, probably just woke up, or maybe she couldn't sleep at all, they never knew with her. She looked better at the scene and noticed all the hair at the floor, and Hunter's head, "Oh my God Hunter, can you keep the same haircut for five minutes?!" she joked.

"This will stay, don't worry, Luz," Hunter said, but he wasn't looking at Luz, instead, he was looking at Willow in the eyes, and that was the moment when she realized he never let go of her hands.

Luz yawned, "Did you guys could sleep something? I mean, a haircut take time."

"Yes we did..." Willow answer, but then remember that Hunter was awake long time before her, "I did! Did you sleep, Hunter?"

"I-I..." he wanted to lie, but those eyes... "Maybe a little...?" those green, worried eyes... "Not enough, I think..." those green, worried, and loving eyes... Loving him, "I'll go to sleep right now, don't worry!" he got up and got out of the bathroom, not without touching tenderly Luz's shoulder in his way to the hallway.

Luz smiled at him, "Sleep well..." she said to him.

"Please try to rest a little!" Willow yelled.

"I will! Thanks, you two!" said in the middle of the hallway.

Willow smiled tenderly and sighed, the looked at the mess on the floor, now there were a thousand of blonde hairs beside the pieces of glass and the dirt, definitely they will have to clean that mess. Maybe later.

"So..." Luz said smirking, catching her attention, "You just called Belos a 'bitch'?"

Willow gasped, and then giggled, "Maybe I did..."

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

pairing: percy jackson x child of aphrodite! gn reader

requested?: yup!

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, one curse word, and mentions of sexual tension

category: fluff, shy boy x obviously interested girl trope

a/n: don't mind me I'm just projecting and I got carried away

you’re not sure what gravitated you to percy more

the crystal green eyes, the freckles over his nose, the disheveled dark curls, or his clumsiness

the first time you laid eyes on him, he was walking back to his cabin after sword-fighting practice

his tan skin gleamed in the sunlight as a hand came up to swipe away the damp hair sticking on his forehead

for an action so mundane, it made your stomach flutter like crazy

and then the beauty of the moment was ruined right when he trips over the steps of his cabin

you heard stories of the kid killing the minotaur, blowing up a volcano, and rumors of being the suspected child of a huge prophecy

yet, he was not immune from tripping over his feet

and you’re sure the dorky charm of that moment made you think, he’s mine

for the next few days, you were determined to approach him

but you didn’t just want to come up to him and introduce yourself; that would be too plain and forgettable

you ended up finding your opportunity during a capture the flag game

silena gave you instructions to distract percy, and you headed over strong, ready to make your first impression while also taking him down for your team

sure, he had water powers and done a bunch of cool things, but your father made sure you were well trained in sword fighting and martial arts even before you knew about the camp

you planned to take him by surprise, and luckily it worked

with ruthless attacks, it didn’t take long for you to sweep him off his feet and knock his sword out of his hand

by pressing the flat of your sword under his chin, you forced him to look up at you, and you peered into those clear green eyes

gods, he’s cute, you thought

“hey,” you said

percy was stunned, not sure if it was because you effortlessly took him down or if it was because you were one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen

“... hi,” he sputtered, gawking for a moment as you offered your hand

you swore you felt sparks when his fingers brush across your palm... even though the contact was a little sweaty

in the distance, you heard the satyrs blow the horn and the roars of celebration from your team

“i should go back to the others. catch you later, ocean eyes,” you flirted

percy’s shoulders tensed up when you blew him a kiss; awkwardly frozen in his place as you waited

“well, are you going to catch it? you can’t just let my kiss fly away.”

percy shifted on his feet, not sure if you were serious or not, but when you held your ground with arms folded over your chest, it was clear that’s what you were waiting for

and so with a flushed face, percy awkwardly grabbed the air in the front of him, and you couldn’t help but giggle

“good, i wouldn’t want it flying to a stranger,” you commented playfully. “you know, i don’t really like this whole outdoor camp life thing, but seeing your pretty face around here makes it a lot better”

“uh… oh, thanks?” he stammered, not having the words to respond

you winked at him before walking off, more than satisfied with your first impression

after that, you were contemplating your next move

children of aphrodite can see all the possibilities in a potential relationship

you were able to see you and percy eating ice cream in central park, holding hands at camp, a shy kiss on your first date

you wanted all of it, and you going to make sure you get it

of course, silena and your siblings were your wing women

if percy was in the strawberry fields, you were picking strawberries beside him

in the fields, you got to know him and his sarcastic humor, which made your crush flourish

you even took sword fighting classes at the same time as him and made sure he was your partner most of the time

whenever you had a chance, you’d affectionately fix his hair or his armor just to hear his shy thank you’s

he’s never had a girl show this much interest in him, so you definitely made him a little nervous, but despite that, he opened up to you pretty quick

sometimes he’d help you out in the stables, and you noticed how he’d fumble with the harnesses or knock things over when you would flirt with him

you loved his reactions so much that you always took it up a notch just to see how he’d react

you suppose the pegasi didn’t make percy’s shyness any better

there were times where he’d shush them, or the tips of his ears would grow even more flushed at a neigh or huff from one of the pegasuses

as the summer came to an end, you gave percy your email and made sure you stayed in touch

you didn’t live very far from one another, but you didn’t dare ask to hangout

you wanted to be asked first!

and you were disappointed when the invitation never came despite the two of you being consistent with sending emails

the year flew by fast, though, and you were excited to return to camp for an array of reasons; percy being one of those reasons, of course

when you saw him for the first time that summer, you were in awe at how different he looked after a year

he was taller, broader, and just more handsome overall

your stomach went into a frenzy when he greeted you with a boyish smile while his hand rubbed the back of his neck nervously because he didn’t fail to notice how, somehow, you were even prettier than he remembered

unfortunately, having the prepare for the war meant you guys were too busy to hang out as often as you did the previous summer

but when you did have time to see each other, it was still fun

there was an unspoken rule between you and percy that any talk about the war wasn’t allowed

it allowed you guys to just bask in the nights where you would watch the sunset while joking around and sharing funny stories

those nights were calm and still; they brought a sense of normalcy amongst the chaos and growing tensions

because of this, percy had sought out your company whenever he could get it

being with you made him feel like time slowed down

inevitably, the battle of manhattan occurred and passed, causing the summer to end with the grief of losing your siblings

while campers arranged the ceremonies to honor their siblings, percy hopped around to help

losing silena as a counselor meant it was time to pick a new one, and to your surprise, your siblings nominated you

you were silena’s right-hand person, the oldest in the group after her, and the strongest fighter, so your siblings felt it was fair that you took the role

but it didn’t feel right to you; the pressure of being a newly elected councilor while still grieving silena weighed hard on your shoulders

after the nomination, you needed time to get away and sit with your thoughts, and you were only there for a moment alone until percy had found you

his eyes studied your somber expression, and he was quick to ask what was wrong

as you poured out all your worries, percy was quiet and attentive

you cuddled up to his side for comfort, and even in your sorrow, you didn’t fail to notice the way he tensed up

finally, when you let everything out, he chimed in to soothe your worries

your expression was a little lovestruck as he said everything you needed to hear, and well, his strong arm around your shoulders definitely helped too

you were so elated that you couldn't help but press a kiss on his cheek to thank him

his flushed face was enough to lift your spirits for good that day

by the time the summer officially came to an end, you could feel that percy’s feelings for you were becoming stronger

the romantic possibilities you envisioned became more apparent, but percy hadn’t asked you out yet

and like, you guessed you could have asked him out, but that wasn't fair in your book

you were already making the first moves; it was his turn to do something about it

then you were sure your mother pitied you because finally, after a few more months of emailing, percy asked if you to go ice skating with him, and of course, you agreed

but then, you concluded that it was more like a cruel joke from your mom because percy never showed up

you waited hours for him before you trudged home in defeat

heartbroken wasn’t even enough to describe how you were feeling

being stood up with no follow up from him made you conclude that he just wasn’t interested and you just needed to move on

it wasn’t until you went to CHB for christmas break did you find out percy was missing

you were crazy worried about him and helped as much as you could to try and find him

when it was confirmed that he was still alive, you were more than relieved

from that day on, you were itching to see him again, and finally, after the giant war, you were able to speak to him

you only said a hello before you got sucked into a game of truth or dare with your friends

the game was self-explanatory; spin the bottle and the person who’s chosen is submissive to the person who spun it

you made up some lousy dares for the first few people until you spun the bottle in percy’s direction

“truth or dare?” your voice was challenging, and a little flirty

percy shifts in his place, “truth.”

“do you want to kiss me?”

“dare.”

“kiss me.”

the instigating coos of your friends made you smile, which contrasted percy’s stunned expression

“never have i ever-”

“that’s not even the game, percy!”

your friends laughed at your interaction, but you were honestly a little annoyed

he liked you; you could feel it, so what was he even waiting for?

“it’s fine. you don’t have to kiss me if you don’t want to,” you say with a playful smile in an attempt to hide your disappointment

“shit, i’d kiss you,” leo joked, and you suddenly perked up at the request

a new idea came to your mind

“so kiss me,” you snapped your gaze to leo, a smirk on your face

leo gasped so hard; he choked on his own saliva

while he coughed erratically, showcasing all his shock on his face, you announced, “new rule! you can only give up a dare if someone else in the group offers to take it for you.”

your gaze fixed on leo, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“uh, only if you want to,” he stammered, and you smiled, moving to lean over in his direction

suddenly, percy cut in, “i didn’t give up the dare.”

your attention shifted to him, and you didn’t fail to pick up the jealousy radiating off of him

your stomach flipped with anticipation at the success of your idea

if percy needed a push, you were going to push him

“you’ve given leo false hope then,” you joked, and playfully leo sighed.

“man, so close,” he mumbled.

you bit your lip as you leaned in percy’s direction

you felt his attraction to you; his eyes told you everything you needed to know and more

and before you knew it, your lips were against his

the kiss was short, but for a moment, the world around you was drowned out; you barely heard the coos and cheers of your friends around you

with a satisfied smirk, you pulled away, settling back in your spot as percy’s eyes averted elsewhere, too shy to look at you

you and your friends played the game until you grew bored and found something else to do

because the festivities kept pulling you in one direction to another, the only interaction you had with percy was the occasional longing glance and nothing else

as you escorted a few of your sisters who drank a little too much back to your cabin, you were sure you’d have to wait another day to talk to him

lost in your dismay, you automatically denied piper’s offer to finish the task

it wasn’t until she scoffed did you pull out of your thoughts

“are you kidding? go. i’ll get them back. you find percy.”

“oh yeah. you guys need to do something about that sexual tension. are you gonna date him or what?” another one of your sisters slurred

before you could even protest, you were shooed away by not only piper but by the rest of your siblings too

you stayed in your spot, making sure they had at least made it to the steps of the cabin before you pranced up to percy’s cabin

you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask if he wanted to go on a walk with you

your knock is followed by a few moments of shuffling before he opened the door

and, whew, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by a shirtless percy

“hey." you leaned on the door frame, your eyes trailing down to admire his toned torso

“eyes up here," percy playfully demanded

you were almost hesitant to avert your eyes, but you obliged.

"i wanted to ask if you wanted to take a walk. you know, i just haven’t been sleeping well."

percy leaned against the door frame, amused at the dramatic pout on your face.

“sure, let me put on a shirt firs-”

“oh, you don’t have to. i don’t mind,” you cut him off, and his head tilts back just a little as he laughs

“i’m putting on a shirt,” he declares playfully, and you whine in fake disappointment

on your walk, he told you all the crazy things that happened while he was missing, and even though his stories were a lot more interesting than what you had to say, he was eager to hear about what you've been up to

your conversation persisted as you walked around the camp and as you arrived at the docks, another idea came to mind

suddenly, you cut yourself off mid-sentence, your gaze fixed on the water

“perce, you know, i can’t swim,” you mention, stepping on the wooden dock

“really?”

“really.”

it was quiet for a moment, and percy's expression was laced with confusion as you kicked off your shoes

you didn’t even care that you were wearing designer clothes, running straight off the dock and into the deep lake water

you heard percy yell your name right as your body completely submerges in the water

and it wasn't even more than 3 seconds before percy jumped in, one arm immediately wrapping around your waist to swim up to the surface with you

his baffled expression sent you into a fit of laughter

“what? why did you do that?!”

“cause i knew you’d come and get me.”

percy’s lips curved up into a smile, and you took the time to admire his features in the moonlight

you swore you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a second, and the action made you hyper-aware of how close your noses were

"kiss me!" you thought in your head as you circled your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer

you could feel his admiration, the accelerated thump of his heart, the fluttering in his stomach that mimicked yours

the kiss you shared earlier was far too short for your liking, and you were already looking forward to the next opportunity to kiss him again

“i haven’t forgotten that i owe you a date.”

you smiled at his words, half-distracted at the proximity of his lips

“so it was a date all along?” you asked, and percy nods, amused

“you know, i was thinking now that there isn’t another big prophecy and the chances of me disappearing again aren’t likely, that, maybe, you and i could-”

“yes! gods, yes.” you cut him off, and percy laughs at your eagerness

you waited too long for the question that you couldn’t even let him finish asking

he isn’t able to say anything else as you pull him into a passionate kiss

it was as if the years of anticipation were being poured into the movement of your mouths

the kiss was long, growing in eagerness until the harpies had ruined your fun and the two of you had to run back to your cabins

a part of you had wished that all of this would have happened sooner

you had plenty of nights where you were stared at the ceiling with conflicted thoughts, wondering if you guys just weren't meant to be, if you somehow made up his attraction to you in your head, or if you should ask him out first and save yourself the potential regret

but when you returned to your cabin full of enthusiastic siblings asking why you were soaking wet and why your lipstick was smudged, you realized you wouldn’t have changed a single thing

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Hi, I love your Azriel fics sooo much. I’m actually obsessed with that man, so can I get #15 for fluffy Friday please :)

Author's note: Hi love! Sorry if it took me ages to anwser you. Thank you so much, hope you like this one too. Have a great day!

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“Will you let me rub your back?”

Another day of hard work has passed, and Azriel can finally go home to his mate. It seems like years to him since the last time he was in their apartment, even though it was only this morning. As soon as he enters the house a delicious smell of sweets comes to his nose, and he realizes that he hasn't eaten anything all day. He takes off his shoes and walks into the apartment, up to the kitchen where he finds the girl struggling with bowls, pans and cookbooks, so much so that she doesn't notice his presence at first.

He clears his throat at the end, laughing at his companion's funny faces as he tastes the various preparations, and she immediately turns to him smiling.

"Az! You're finally home! Damn I was hoping to be done by the time you got here so I could surprise you!" Y/N exclaims.

"You sure did surprise me sweetie, and that's not setting the kitchen on fire." He chuckles in response as he walks over to her, wrapping her in his arms and wings. She sticks her tongue out at him, before sinking her face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his mate, which he had missed so much that day. It hadn't been long since they had accepted the bond, which is why it was still hard to spend too much time away from each other.

"I'm beat, today was a horrible day at work." Says Azriel, letting go in front of his mate, dropping the facade of the infallible and tireless healer.

She looks at him sad to see him so tired, and immediately gets an idea.

"I could give you a massage, if you feel like it." She asks unsurely. "Will you let me steal your back?" She continues, afraid that she's rushed things and that he's not ready to have his wings touched.

He smiles at seeing her concern, and runs a hand over her face.

"I'd be more than happy, but that would want to make these wonderful treats burn, and I don't feel like it." Says the shadowsinger, joking. She laughs at his words and pulls him toward the bedroom.

"You know perfectly well those things suck too."

"Nothing you do honey will ever suck love."

She blushes at his words and Azriel laughs at her blush, before picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

"I think I have a different plan than a massage anyway babe." Az says, kissing her neck.

"Well then explain your plan to me."

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nashibirne · 3 years

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PICK UP

Trucker!Sy is back! I had so much fun writing him, so I decided to write a follow-up to Truck Stop. In this one Sy initiates a little role play. I hope you like it just as much as part 1. If so, please leave me a reblog, comment or like 💜. Thanks!

Pairing: Syverson x reader/y/n/you (f)

Word count: 2.3 k

Summary: Sy wants to pick up a little bird at a bar. This is a follow-up to Truck Stop but you can read it without knowing part 1.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, PWP, smut, sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, roleplay, cream pie

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Credits: I don't own Captain Syverson

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Off we go....

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Imagine, you liked the little role play, your girlfriend surprised you with so much, you want to return the favor. You didn't tell her what you've planned, you've just told her to show up at that bar and to play along....

I am nervous, I mean like really nervous, which is silly, because it's my girlfriend I'm going to meet in a few minutes. But then again, tonight she's not my girlfriend. She's going to be a random stranger, sitting at the bar, catching my eye and I'll try to pick her up.

I enjoyed her surprise the other day so much, our little the-trucker-and-the-hitch-hiker-role play, I want to return the favor and so I told her to come to the "Midnight Cowboy" at 8 o'clock and wait there for me at the bar. And that's why I sit here in a dark corner booth with a good view at the entrance and the barstools, glancing nervously at my watch again and again. I'm really not sure if this is going to be a success. I've never been the type for one-night-stands or flings. I've always been in long-time-relationships, with my first love at high school, with two women in my twenties, with my ex-wife and now with y/n. All my relationships started the classical way. You meet through friends or through your job or at a party, you start dating, you fall in love and get serious.

Never before have I tried to hook up with a woman just for one night at a bar, guess I'm an old-fashioned boomer but well...that's me. The door opens once again and I raise my head hoping it's her but it's just a middle-aged couple with matching outfits and a tiny dog on a leash. Oh, wait, there she is, y/n follows right behind them. She looks so pretty, my heart skips a beat. It's still hard to believe that a woman like her wants to be with an ordinary trucker like me. She's dressed up, wearing a pretty summer dress that's sexy in an innocent way. It's not showing much skin but I know what a great body hides underneath, I know the curves that are wrapped up in the light blue fabric with the floral print by heart and that's why it's so promising and hot to me.

She takes a quick look around before taking a seat at the bar. I duck my head and hide myself from her eyes. I don't want her to see me, not yet. She smiles at the bartender and makes her order. It's cute how she's sitting there, fumbling with the colorful bangles on her wrist that match her outfit, glancing at her watch. She's nervous too and to be honest that's a big relief.

The guy at the other end of the bar keeps looking at her and he's not very subtle. Actually it's more ogling than looking and I feel the jealousy rise in my guts. She's my woman and I should be the one undressing her with his eyes. Well, to be honest I am. I just can't keep my eyes off of her, her gorgeous body and her lovely face. The bartender places a cocktail in front of her, it's a Tequila Sunrise, and she takes a sip, before checking the time again.

Okay, it's time for my entrance, to let the games begin. I take my beer and leave my comfortable booth to sit down at the bar. I choose a stool diagonally across from my sweet little bird to make sure it's easy to have eye contact. When she sees me she presses her lips together to suppress a grin. She gives me a quick, curious glance before she lowers her eyes on her drink. I have a swig of beer and keep looking at her to get back her attention. If I wasn't her boyfriend I probably would freak her out by staring at her like a psycho but I don't know what else to do. Luckily she knows I'm not some kind of creep and so she gives me a look and a delicate smile eventually. I return the smile, nodding at her and I raise my trucker cap a little to greet her.

She giggles and looks away, pretending a shyness that's not typical for her but very fitting for our little role play. While she fakes innocence I try to strike her as a man who knows what he's doing and who knows the rules of this game. We keep on exchanging glances and smiles but I have to make a move eventually and so I do what I consider to be smooth and I beckon the bartender to come over.

"Another beer for me please and another Tequila Sunrise for the pretty lady over there."

"Sure."

He gives me a nod and brings me a new bottle of beer just seconds later before mixing her cocktail. He places it in front of y/n, talking to her and they look in my direction at the same time. He goes back to polishing glasses and she flashes me a bright smile, mouthing 'thank you' over the country music that's a little too loud for my taste. I mouth a 'welcome' back and raise my bottle to her. She takes a sip of her drink with a sexy smirk but averts her eyes again.

Time for the next move. I get up and walk over to her with big confident strides and a bit of a swagger. I know women like the way I walk and move and y/n is no exception.

"Mind if I join you?" I smile at her with what's supposed to be a flirtatious wink. She looks me up and down skeptically.

"Why?"

"Umm…" I'm not prepared for this question and I don't know a single pick-up line that wouldn't be an absolute cliche or totally sexist, so I decide to stay close to the truth. "You just caught my eye. You're not only pretty but you seem to be an interesting person. So…" God, I suck at this. Please don't make it too hard for me, little bird.

"You can tell I'm an interesting person just by looking at me for ten minutes straight?" She gives me a teasing smile and I can't help but laugh.

"Okay, that sounds strange, I know. Let me try again, okay?"

"Okay."

"I saw you sitting here and you caught my eye. You're beautiful on the outside and I just hope on the inside you're beautiful too and hopefully an interesting person...so... I'd just like to get to know you by chatting a little." I shrug and give her a sheepish smile because I feel like an idiot.

"Well, honestly, that's a great answer. Much better than the usual pick up crap. So, yes, please..." She pats on the seat beside her and I sit and turn to her.

"Thanks. I'm Tom, by the way. But everyone calls me Sy."

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you...Sy. Sy is short for?"

"Syverson. My last name."

"I see. Sy. I like the sound of it. Feels good on my tongue." She smiles again and I'm at a loss for words for a moment. Cheeky little bird. Time for a bold move. "I may have more things to offer that feel good on your tongue", I grin with a smirk.

"Oh, really?" She raises an eyebrow. "Such as?"

"You'll find out...eventually...maybe." I wink at her and raise my bottle. "Cheers."

"Cheers, Sy." She takes a big sip from her Tequila Sunrise and I look her deep in the eyes. "So what are you doing at this bar, all alone, y/n? Or are you waiting for someone?"

"No. I'm not. I'm here on my own. Actually I was so lonely at home, bored and unsatisfied so I decided to get out and about a bit."

"And you're lucky you found me. I'm known for keeping women entertained and satisfied." I may be overacting a little but I hope my little bird plays along. "Women? More than one at the same time?" She smiles at me innocently.

"One after another of course."

"Lucky me, I'm first in line tonight."

"Right." I laugh and she joins in, patting my thigh playfully. "You're a funny guy, Sy. So what do you do besides satisfying women? For a living I mean."

"I'm a trucker."

"Oh, that's great. Do you have your own truck?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Cool. I like big machines. Strong engines, roaring loud but running steady with a lot of power. Hard to handle but a smooth ride…"

"I bet you do." I give her one of these smirks she finds so sexy and she grins before she takes the cherry from her drink to take it in her mouth. The whole cherry, complete with fruit and stem. She chews, swallows and spits out the stone, placing it on her napkin carefully, but where's the stem, I wonder. Fascinated, I watch her tongue move around in her mouth for several seconds and then she opens her pretty lips and sticks out her tongue, presenting to me the cherry stem that now is knotted. She takes it and places it right in front of me. I gulp and look her straight in the eyes. "Did you just knot the stem with your tongue?"

"Yeah. I'm good with my tongue." She holds my gaze and licks her lips and I feel my dick twitch in my jeans. Jesus. My girlfriend is Audrey Horne and I feel like Dale Cooper all of the sudden. Fascinated, aroused and confused by her. "You mean you know more tricks than this one?" She leans in to whisper in my ear. "Many more." When I turn my head her face is just inches away from mine and I stare at her mouth, leaning in. She does the same and as soon as our lips meet we share a hungry, passionate kiss.

It takes us ten minutes to pay, leave and get to my flat that's just around the corner. As soon as the doors of the elevator close behind us y/n literally jumps me. I grab her by her ass and press her body against the wall, kissing her feverishly while she rubs her pussy over my hard-on.

When we reach my floor I carry her to my apartment, we're still making out and so I keep on stumbling, crashing into the walls of the hall several times. I manage to open the door, while y/n is licking my earlobe and kissing and sucking on my neck which makes me moan.

I put her down and drive her towards the wall until her back is pressed against the rough surface. We keep on kissing with animalistic passion and hunger and I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head, parting her legs with my thigh at the same time. She immediately starts riding it. I use my other hand to caress her tits and our moans get louder.

I let go of her hands and sink down on my knees. I hitch up her skirt and press a hot kiss on her vulva just to pull down her panties then ever so slowly. I grab her leg and place it on my shoulder before I start to eat her pussy. God, I love this...to taste her juices, to smell her arousal, to hear her soft moans and sighs.

"God, Sy…" Her voice is thick with lust and I can tell she's close already. I go on, keep on licking and sucking, I give her pleasure with my mouth, my lips, my tongue and I know she loves the way my beard scratches her sensitive skin. I work my magic on her clit and she cums soon with a long lustful moan, whispering my name while her fingers run over my scalp. I get up and she pulls me close for another kiss, she loves tasting herself on my tongue. She tugs on the hem of my shirt and I strip it off and throw it away. Her hands run over my hairy chest and when she pinches my hard nipples I let out a feral growl. "Babe...I need you. I want you." I pant out of breath.

"Fuck me, Sy."

I open my fly in a hurry and get my dick out. It's so hard it almost hurts and I just want to stuff her sweet little pussy with my fat cock. My jeans drop to the floor and I grab her by her waist to lift her up. She wraps her legs around my hips and I place my hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I move her in the right position to enter her and make her sink onto my dick. I glide inside of her and immediately start to thrust. I fuck her fast, I fuck her hard, I fuck her deep and we both love it. I groan and grunt like an animal. My brain's stopped working, it's just basic instinct and lust now and I get closer to the edge with every raw thrust.

Her little shrieks and the way she moans tell me I hit exactly the right spot and the fact that she's about to cum again makes me even hornier, driving my arousal to new heights. I get higher and higher and when she calls my name from the top of her second climax, scratching my back, her whole body shivering, I explode inside of her. I orgasm with a loud groan and keep on thrusting when I cum, savouring every single second of this hot play's grand finale. I pull my cock out and take a step back, still out of breath. I look at her and she's a mess, her clothes crumpled, my cum running down her thighs. I cup her face and kiss her tenderly. "I've ruined your pretty dress."

"Forget the stupid dress, baby. You've made my day."

She kisses me back and it's the beginning of a long night full of love making - of two people who know each other well and love each other much, having sex that is even better than the spectacular fuck of these two, who pretended to be strangers. And I can tell you, she showed me all of her tricks that night.

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Investigations (Part 7): Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

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You try your best to shuffle around the kitchen surreptitiously, clicking the espresso pod into the machine with a soft 'snap'.

The machine begins its duty, whirring to life before the liquid is deposited into the cup below.

Success.

Your fingers wrap around the mug and take it to the counter, where you've already prepared your milk and syrup for a quick and easy cup of coffee.

Lately, you've had to sneak and make coffee (all futile attempts ruined by Kai or Ran), but you consider today full of promise. You'd gotten the formula down so far.

"I thought I said no coffee."

Your hands hover over the cup, the steam caressing your fingers like a warm invitation. Your eyes don't move to look at Ran, but they do watch his fingers snatch the cup away from you - full of warm milk and espresso.

"Y/n, it's not good for the baby."

"Okay, but..." Your feet carry you to the sink, where Ran is pouring the concoction down the drain. "Just a taste?"

"No."

"A sip?"

"No."

"I'll make it and just stick my tongue in it once."

"No."

Ran stands firm on his opinions at all times. Especially now. Arms cross over your chest and you huff, turning away from him.

"So strict." Ran fingers slide down your neck, resting around your full hips.

"It's not just about you," he begins, kissing the space between your neck and shoulder. "I'm looking out for our child, too. You know that."

"I do," you groan.

"Now, we have a baby shower to host. Let's get ready."

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"We thought you were gone forever!" The three women come around you and huddle close, cooing, and crying, spewing lamentations and satisfied praises that you've returned.

Sanzu - out of the kindness of his heart - planned the baby shower, and you're at his house, eating cake with your friends and consuming hors d'oeuvres. But when you find a free moment, you corner Ran in the kitchen.

"Did you tell the others?"

"Tell them what?" Ran tilts his head at you and leans onto the counter, frowning. Your face smoothes out into an expression of disappointment, and you sigh.

Of course, he hadn't.

It's still your job to carry this terrible secret. It's still your job to bury your deepest, darkest knowing, all while the other girls are parading about like their husbands aren't killers and extortionists.

"Hey, y/n! It's time to open the presents!"

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The water surrounding your figure is warm, full of bubbles and Epsom salt, as well as a little bath bomb that Ran bought - well, he bought sixteen, but that's beside the point.

"Feeling okay? Is it too hot?" You look over to the man sitting on the toilet seat, his elbows resting on his knees as he observes you pour water over your belly.

"It's fine," you murmur, blinking slowly. "Feels good."

"Want to turn on the jets or--"

"I want to join Bonten." Ran's face drops, his violet eyes clouding with confusion.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You stare at him, fully intent on getting your desired response. "I want to be a part of what you do."

"Babe, no." Ran leans his head forward, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You haven't even listened to me," you whisper, looking down at the ten toes poking out of the water. "You always do this. You tell me 'no' because that's the way you want things. I can't even drink coffee without your permission."

"Listen, I'll let you do whatever you want, but Bonten is out of the question. You're pregnant --"

"Then I can wait until I have the baby."

"Even after that, I'm going to say no. This is a dangerous business." He emphasizes his words with a shake of his head, pressing his lips together.

"You act like I wasn't an investigative journalist for ten years."

"This shit could get you killed, y/n."

"Yes," you begin. "But you do it every day. I want to be a part of it."

"Why?" Ran finally asks, and your lips curl into a smile.

"I know things you don't know. The media follows you very closely, and you need a good image if you ever run into a problem with... say, law enforcement. What better way to prove that this is a harmless organization than hiring a woman - your wife?" Ran quirks his lips, looking at the door of the bathroom with consideration.

"Is there any particular skill you'll avail to us other than just public relations? I mean, I could get someone to do that who isn't my wife."

"I have connections that will divert attention away from Bonten, if necessary." You think of the little group you and the other wives have created, and send a mental apology their way. "You can use me to get the word out about any other suspicious groups who might be involved. Aid and abet, like a good wife."

Ran stands from the toilet, sighing deeply. "I'll ask Mikey. But don't expect me to attempt to sway him with my loyalty. If anything, I'll ask him to really think about it before he makes a choice."

"That's all I want," you breathe, taking Ran's hand and pressing your lips against the back of it. "You're too good to me."

"Don't thank me yet, sweetheart."

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Convincing Ran to part with his old-fashioned ways is something you're very skilled at. All you need to do is get on your knees... and be as sweet as you can be.

"Babe," you mutter, sucking Ran's thick cock from the side. "You're such a good husband."

"Buttering me up for Mikey, huh?" Fingers cup the back of your head and push you down slightly. "Why am I not surprised?"

And every single time, Ran sees straight through your little act. But he enjoys it nonetheless. He loves seeing you like this - giving him the attention he missed so much while you were gone.

"Because you know me so well. And that's why you married me."

That's why you married me. Ran's eyes close as he re-imagines himself the first time he decided to visit you, hands full of shit he didn't have to buy, and eyes full of stars at the sight of you answering the door in a tank top and shorts with a cast on your leg. That's when he knew that he wanted to marry you. Not because you're good at anything in particular, but because you were so ordinary... So normal. He needed someone like you then, and he needs you now.

"Stop."

"Am I doing something wrong?" you murmur, but Ran shakes his head, strands of his black and white hair flopping back and forth.

"You're perfect," he whispers. "You're always so perfect." He brings you off your knees and face to face with him, holding you by the arms. "Let me make love to you. I'll do the work," Ran promises. "You just enjoy yourself."

"But--"

"I've already told you what I'm going to do. Just let me give you what you deserve." Ran angles forward, leaning into a gentle kiss that makes your knees weak and your head spin.

Ran spoons you from behind on the bed, holding your leg up and sliding in and out of you with care. The other arm is holding you against him - wrapped around your chest - as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"I love the way you moan my name," he breathes. "You always know how to make me feel like the only man in the world."

"You are," you reply honestly. "You're the only man for me."

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"Why do you want to join Bonten?"

The dead eyes of the man across from you are unyielding, and part of you feels nervous that he's staring at you so intensely.

"I want to help you all out. I want to make sure that not only do my children have something to rely on when they grow up, but that my husband is taken care of in all ways."

"Your children and your husband?" You think of Ran, who is just outside of the door, probably pacing with his hands in his pockets. "Your husband just spent three hours arguing with me."

"About?"

"You." The man stands, and Sanzu looks over at him with blank eyes. He wants to chime in, but he can't say anything right now. Not when Mikey was supposed to handle this himself. "Your presence here will be controversial. Especially since you're... in the state you're in."

"Pregnancy isn't a fatal disease."

"No, but being in Bonten could be fatal. And I don't know if both ran and I would be willing to accept the consequences of two deaths on our hand."

"But--" Sanzu raises a finger to his lips, warning you to be quiet.

"However," the man murmurs, rolling his neck around. "Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho have vouched for you and your connections." Your shoulders slacken, and you lean back in the chair, somewhat relieved. "I will put it to an anonymous vote in thirty-six hours. Whatever the outcome is, we'll both accept it."

A blind vote.

Thirty-six hours.

"Thank you, sir." You stand and bow slightly, hands clasped together. When you leave the room, Ran is waiting for you in the hallway, eyes wide.

"Well?"

"It'll be put to an anonymous vote in thirty-six hours. Whatever happens, happens."

Ran's face is anything but pleased as you drive home, but you don't worry about that too much. You have one and a half days to wait for the results, and you'd make the best of it either way.

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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hiiii! I wanted to request (if still can) something from the soft sentence starters 🥺? ("your hair is sticking out. cute") w/ saeran 👉👈 thank youuuu

Aaah this one is so cute for him 💕

Uhm... It was my first time really writing something for him and I went more towards GE Saeran (or at least tried to?) so, I hope this doesn't suck and you like this 🥺

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"Your hair is sticking out."

GE Saeran x Reader

It wasn't always easy to wake up before Saeran. As much as he had to catch up on getting enough sleep, breaking out of an old rhythm was not exactly easy. So most of the time, he was the one to get up first. Either staying in bed with you, or getting up to prepare breakfast. And when you complained about him not waking you, he only smiled and told you that it gave him the perfect opportunity to spoil you.

Like he didn't basically do that on the daily anyway...

But the days where you did manage to wake up first? You took full advantage of them! Even if it was difficult to leave bed and not just end up watching your boyfriend's peaceful expression when he slept, you tiptoed out of the bedroom and as quietly as possible closed the door behind yourself.

For a moment you listened, just to be sure you didn't wake him up, but when there were no sounds indicating anything of the sort, you headed straight into the kitchen.

It was the first time in weeks this actually worked and you were set on preparing his favorite breakfast. Which was why you immediately got to work. After turning on some music on a low volume, you gathered all the ingredients you needed for cooking, occasionally humming along to a few songs.

If you were lucky, you maybe even had the chance to turn it into breakfast in bed...

At the same time you tried to decide which flowers you could pick for him, to put in a vase. Yes, Saeran regularly made the most beautiful bouquets for your house. But you've remembered a few meanings of the flowers he grew and thought it might be a sweet gesture to tell him in another way how much he meant to you.

Before you could put that into motion though, you heard movement from the bedroom, followed by the sound of naked feet padding across the floor.

Even if it did spoil your plans and the surprise, you couldn't even begin to complain when you looked at Saeran. The sight you had was way too adorable...

His hair disheveled, eyes only half open in his sleepy state, and nearly tripping over his own feet on his way over to you.

You immediately turned towards him, arms open and once he was close enough, you wrapped them around him to hold him close and he buried his face on your neck.

"Good morning~ Did you sleep well?" The only answer you got was a hum in affirmation, followed by pleased noises as soon as one hand rubbed his back and the other one carded through his hair in an attempt to smooth it down a bit.

A futile attempt and you couldn't help but chuckle at how his unruly curls always seemed to bounce right back into their previous, chaotic form.

"What's so funny?", his voice was quiet, still a bit raspy from sleep, and you could feel him pout against your skin.

"You hair is sticking out. Cute... And it refuses to get tamed", you exclaimed, still giggling.

Saeran slowly pulled far enough back to be able to look at you, with his lower lip still sticking out and it only made him look even cuter. Something that should've been illegal for the sake of your poor heart.

"First I wake up alone and now you make fun of me."

"No, babe... I'm not making fun of you. It's really cute", you were quick to answer and cupped his cheeks in your hands, getting on tiptoes to be able to brush your nose against his. "And you only woke up without me because I was trying to make you breakfast in bed."

His expression immediately softened, the pout disappearing, before he leaned in to steal a soft kiss. You knew there were still times where he thought he didn't deserve things like that, but you were always set on reminding him that he deserved all the love, care and happiness in the world.

"You don't have to do that, my love..."

"I know, but I want to. It's nearly done now, so how about we crawl back into bed together, then?", you suggested, as you turned back towards the stove to make sure the food wouldn't burn.

In the meantime, Saeran wrapped his arms back around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder and the feeling of having him so close was always soothing to you.

He didn't need to say anything to let you know that he planned on staying with you until breakfast was done, refusing to let go of you, until he absolutely had to. And honestly? You had no problem with that at all.

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Going Camping

Summary: Happy 4th of july!! here is a Camping fic. inspired by a conversation with @jedi-mando. Enjoy

Warning: boys being boys. some smutt

It's the fourth of July weekend. Means camping. Night before the trip. Finding out you are the only girl going on the trip. Benny's wife could not get away from the hospital. Frankie's wife is taking the baby to a mother and daughter to get away. Santi? Well.. let's just say he is dateless again. Meaning another breakup. In your mind you wished you and Will could have some alone time.

You and Will were the last ones to arrive at the site. Noticed they will be sharing the site with the others! This could be nice or an utter disaster. Will unload the truck while you help the others prepare dinner. Santiago was the first one to come to help. He was very quiet for the most part. Frankie pants you on the shoulder. Telling you about his situation. Somehow your gut told you that that relationship was doomed from the beginning. Benny was also quiet. He too was in the dumps. Since his wife got promoted to head nurse. She hardly had time for fun. Since a lot of nurses wanted off . Told him she would try to make it,but if the off chance she cant? Would find a way to make it up to him.

Will sits up the tent. Then join you. Leaning against him. Enjoying being near him. The boys on the other hand were a bit jealous. Trying not to let it ruin the trip. Santi got up to get his guitar. Starts singing a nice melody. Benny starts to sing along. Was so soothing. Caused you to get really sleepy. It was a long drive. Will picks you up,and tells the others they are turning in. Santi asked him what was the plan for the morning. Will told them you and him are going boating. That was fine. They all could hang out afterwards. This is what you need. Alone with the man you love.

Will tucked you in the sleeping bag. Kiss you on the lips. Moaning in your sleep. Pulls him down on top of you so you can properly give him a good night kiss. Eventually leads to an evening of passion. The moment the others heard you all. The others went to their tents. Rest up for what awaits them.

After breakfast. The two of you set on your boat ride. Was so peaceful. Hardly anyone around. Will told you he found out about it while hiking alone last year. Cool breeze blowing against the trees was so soothing. Will paddles toward the camp and sees Fish and Santi on the shore line. Noticed they were toying with a hook in Frankie's finger. Will comes over to see what happened. Frankie explained that he got distracted by Santiago's rants about nothing. You got out of the boat to see Benny was napping in his lounge chair. Cap over his eyes. Going to get a cold one from the ice chest,and watch your man tend to his friend. Benny mumbled," I envy you and Will darlin. Two of you managed to go and do things together. Hard to find time to see mine." True to that. It was not always like that. Both of you were in the same boat. Leaning down in front of Benny you whisper," It's only temporary. You will see. I had a hard time getting my time off. Y/N got the short end of the stick. It sucks. Go and call her. I know she might be home or on break. Stop mopping." Getting up from his lounger to make the call. Will comes up the hill and sees you were waiting for you. Kiss his lips," nice work doc miller. See my training at work." Forehead touches yours," best teacher I ever had the pleasure to marry." Both Santiago and Fish see the sweet exchange of love. Touches the heartstrings.

After a late lunch. Everyone discusses going on a hike the next morning. Telling the boys they should go.You want to be by yourself. No arguments from them. Little does Will know. A surprise awaits him.

Early the next morning. Boys left for the hike. Still inside your tent. Getting ready for your surprise for your husband. Stripping off your clothes. Opening the tent door. Laying on your tummy enjoying the breeze. Made you sleepy. Sounds of footsteps startled you. Looking up to see is the person you desire. Will comes towards the tent and sees a sexy vision before him. Could not take it anymore. He strips off his clothes. Closed the tent door. Pounced on his wife. Kissing you all over. He knew why you didn't go on the hike. Want to have a sexy moment. Something that was nonexistent on this trip. Due to being close to the others.

Benny is the next one to come back to the camp. Hears some heavy moaning. Thought it would be fun to scare his brother. Acting like a bear caused Will to quickly puts on his clothes," You are so fucking dead man! Can anyone have a moment with their women without a goofball ruining a moment! Next year I'm going camping by myself. Away from you clowns!" Frankie and Santi see you rushing out of the tent pulling down the tee you put on( Will's tee) . Asked you what happened. Saying nothing. You run after the brothers. Frankie knew what happened but Santi was too slow to follow. Then the lightbulb lights up. Santi mumbles," Fuck! I need a woman." Frankie took off his hat. Hits Santiago on the head, " need a steady moron!" Santi shouts at him," where is yours? Hmmm..? " This banter is getting crazy. Cant listen to this. Went to find Will. Soon he is behind you.nibbling on your neck. He hears his friends arguing. Ask you what they are arguing about. Kissing him deeply," something we don't have to worry about." Pushing the arguing friends aside. Both of you returned to your tent. Didn't come out till the next morning.

The boys were packing up the gear. Moments later you come to help load up. Benny was smiling really big. Looking at your brother-in -law," what are you staring at?" Pointing to your neck. Dawned on you. New markings from Will. Winked at him as you passed him. Will and the others chat about what happened on the trip. They all agreed that next year they all have their own camping space so they would not have to be so close together. Benny yells for them to hurry up. Soon as they get moving soon he and Frankie could go home to their wives. Santi could try to make amends with a certain girl.

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Winx club; Magix world: Chapter 6;

Icy.

The day in the cloud tower was black as always, for its stormy clouds filled with a sharp and terrible air, Cloud Tower looked like a prison of tall and mean towers, when in reality it was a school to practice black magic, it had 3 triangular domes, it carried apartments like alphea, with the difference that here in cloud tower, I did not need plants for that, the rooms were like any room in which they share three girls and a bathroom and three beds, a terrible place for a terrible witch, the director Griffin She was in the great hall of the school, Mrs. Griffin was an advanced level witch always wearing black wings and thorns.

─ Today at the fairy school there will be a dance with the Red Fountain! And as always they don't invite us! At once! They judge us as the past present and future! And this day we will give you a very cruel gift! And whoever does it will get 50 bonus points in magic from it!

Griffin announced to the students.

─ LET'S PUT RATS IN THEIR FOOD! LET'S FILL YOUR CEILINGS WITH MOCO! WE STICK YOUR CORRIDORS WITH FOXES! LET'S PUT DIRTY WATER IN THE BATHROOMS AND THEY WILL SUCK FOR THE NEXT MORNING!

All the students said at once.

─ SILENCE! EACH ONE AT A TIME! BUT NOT EXAGGERATED!

Griffin yelled.

─ I HAVE A DIRECTOR IDEA! Vera for days I have been experimenting with these eggs, and when little monsters hatch and biting bites they devour everything in their path, which will cause the fairies' dresses to be destroyed until they are naked!

Lucy proposed a witch with long green hair, very thin, fair skin, and with a split chin.

─ That plan ... IT'S PERFECT FOR TONIGHT! I HOPE YOU HAVE MORE FOR TONIGHT! BECAUSE THEY ARE GOING TO DO A LOT! THEY WILL BE A SURPRISE GIFT FOR THE FAIRIES!

─ I'll do that, Madam Director! Mirta help me multiply them!

Lucy said prompting her partner.

─ Director! My companions and I offer ourselves to deliver the gift!

Icy proposed getting up

─ Alright Icy! You like the cold witch that you are, you have more talent than these rookies!

The headmistress added with a frown.

─ We will! Ha ha ha

I laughed with taste and evil

Bloom.

One day after volunteering for the dance party with red fontana, Bloom and her companions were in the kitchen with Mr. Sfoglia, this man cooked for the students for many years at the magic academy in Alphea, this guy would go out and She came into the kitchen very occasionally, always supervising Bloom and her friends. Bloom, as she wanted to be a chef in the future, practiced a recipe for a carrot pancake with a cookbook, which was simple to cook.

─ Because we don't use our magic on this!

Asked Bloom

─ Food is healthier and more doable when done manually! It also adds a more watery and malleable taste! As if garlic has been too much in food!

Summed up mr sfoglia

─ and misschangelli please tell her pet that those carrots are going to kill him sooner or later, and to always go outside!

Scolding Bloom and Kiko

─ Oh I'm so sorry! Kiko, how many times should I tell you to poop outside!

Bloom said as he led Kiko outside.

─ And Miss Rosales First you have to strain the cocoa! And then the flour!

I scold Flora, while Bloom went outside to put Kiko in her apartment, I looked from afar at the director receiving some delivery girls, one of them had very pale skin, but she did not see her face, Bloom ran to see what it happened.

─ oh hello Bloom I can see that you are helping in the kitchen, and how I can help you ..

Asked the director.

─ oh well, what exactly did they give him?

─To this, they are a gift for you students, when we meet with the students of red fountain, they are eggs with a special surprise.

Answered Bloom's question

─ wow we have something similar in my world, with the difference that these are .. they are made of chocolate.

She said she as she remembered her childhood. Upon returning to the kitchen, Flora was making a large batch of cherry and pecan brownies, while the other companions were in charge of melting cheese, preparing sandwiches and meat for the night.

─ hey flora, can I help you with the brownie?

─ no thanks Bloom, better take care of the decorations .. oh and tell me they are good for the night

Flora said giving a brownie. Bloom took a taste and gave a thumbs up.

─They came out exquisite.

─ Aaaw .. Thank you very much Bloom, it has been a long time since I practiced cooking, and how are you doing with the carrot pancake?

─ Pancake! Ah I had forgotten that I was preparing that!

Bloom said towards the oven, luckily the pancake had not burned, and was golden brown.

─ well at least I remembered in time ..

─ Yes and allow your pet to eat a lot of carrots!

Mr. Sfoglia said sarcastically, after decorating his carrot pancake I keep it on a glass tray, finishing his duty in the kitchen, being paid with 3 gold doubloons and one quartz, when he left he saw muse along with tecna programming Some music speakers, on the ceiling of the great ballroom there was a disco-style sphere, at the same time they were putting coral-colored curtains on the windows, and on the other side they were in charge of arranging the table for food and drinks. teachers.

─ excuse me, I also offered to decorate the living room, can I help you with something?

Bloom asked other girls

─ eh yeah .. Could you inflate and accommodate some balloons at the entrance and exit door.

─ Oh very good ..

Bloom said cheerfully as he made his way to the school's warehouse, and found some balloons to blow up, however they were all brown and black, and they didn't match at all at the party.

─ oh shit everyone will think when they see these boring balloons.

Suddenly she heard some footsteps from close up, Bloom began to hear them, and grabbed the balloons quickly when he came out they realized, it was Kiko looking at her curiously.

─ Oh Kiko, it's you, but since you left my apartment, I didn't close the door properly.

While Bloom took her rabbit and the box with balloons, she saw the same delivery girls from afar, this time it was neither more nor less than icy, darcy, and stormy at the academy, Bloom walked back as these three witches were very strong, but the most percaived is why they were there, until he remembered the surprise eggs that the director received for the party.

Stella.

Stella was in her room preparing for the dance with a red font, she had her dress ready, her makeup and what she needed to wear, while she arranged a few of her things from her room, an object fell between the things, Stella saw it and saw and She remembered for a moment the age when her parents were still together, and when she was little, this object was a small craft that Brandon made for her since they were very young, she still remembered that day when she was only 10 years old.

─ I heard her father talk to my father Princess.

Said the little one with the princess next to him

─ It's true they said something about the scepter of dawn.

─ My dad says that the scepter of dawn is a very powerful and magical princess object, created from a magic stone and the ray of the sun and a spark of the fire of the sacred dragon.

─ my father also tells me about that legend, and of the 5 sacred weapons, a long time ago during the war against corruption, 5 weapons were forged, each one very different from the other, and my father tells that the scepter of dawn is one from them.

He narrated the little stella imagining how it could happen.

"Stella!"

I call her mother's voice.

─ What's wrong mother?

Stella asked her mother.

─ I've been looking for you for hours, in a few minutes your grammar classes will start, and I don't want you to show up again too late ..

Said her mother to her daughter

─ Yes mom, there I go, I'm sorry Brandon but I have classes now.

─ yes princess

The memory ended when they knocked on the door of her apartment, when she opened she found Bloom along with Kiko next to her, Stella saw that she had a look of fear.

─ Stella will you be busy?

─ For now she was preparing everything for the dance, and ... why are you so shaking !?

I ask confused

─ They are here! Those witches we faced returned! And apparently those eggs are not just surprises!

─ WHAT! Oh no this is too bad!

She said shocked stella, until she remembered and saw her scepter.

─ we still have time to do it! These witches must be stopped before the things they have in their eggs hatch!

She said while taking it and followed Bloom to where the witches were, when they arrived they had already left, at the same time the surprise eggs for the dance were being taken to the dance room where they were covered with a magical red curtain, to which it would not open with a scheduled one time.

─ hell how are we going to get them out!

Bloom said annoyed!

─ hey human girl! Where are the balloons that we order from you !?

Asked a classmate yelling at bloom.

─ Oh the balloons, I have them here but they are Brown and Black!

Bloom said showing them!

─ WHAT DO YOU THINK THIS IS A FUNERAL! OR THE BIRTHDAY OF AN OLD MAN !?

The girl said very annoyed.

─ wait Bloom, do you remember the basic color change spell !?

─ Like this! It's true! I already fix it!

Bloom turns black and brown into coral with glitter.

─ Now we have two problems! The eggs that are guarded and the decoration.

Stella said very thinking until she saw Tecna finish her service with musa.

─ Tecna! Tecna .. We need your help!

─ What's wrong, Stella?

I ask.

─ Could you check what's behind the enchanted curtain, Bloom suspects there's something inside the surprise eggs.

He said Stella pointing.

─ let me review ..

Tecna said wearing vision glasses, when checking she took a step back making a face.

─ What's inside the eggs !?

─ if there is a very ugly surprise in there! But they are not pretty gifts! There are monsters hatching inside! And worst of all, they are the type of monsters that eat and devour in their wake.

She said describing techna when she saw what was inside those eggs.

─ Oh man! And what do we do! Those kinds of monsters are a plague almost everywhere, and how can we get them out !?

Stella said in concern thinking a lot about how to get the surprise eggs, you have seen the surface of the curtain, there was a space to enter right there, the problem was that the teachers forbade the students not to use magic during the decoration, I had to think be quick and make everyone not notice.

─ I already have it!

Stella said as she went to some girls who were taking care of the tables, and arranging the buffet meals that night.

─ Hey girls, do you want me to help you with the decoration !?

─ eh yes, why not princess ..

─ very well finish these tables in which you occupy and I will finish the rest by myself.

She convinced stella to the girls.

─ Very good princess, everything at your hands ..

The girls said leaving the site.

─ Stella now what did you do !? You will not be able to do it alone!

Bloom said putting her hand on her forehead.

─ we will finish it with magic! At the end tecna can use hacker mod to finish more on time.

─ What about me?

She pointed to herself tecna.

─ And what is your plan !?

Asked Bloom

─ there is an entrance for these to take out these eggs, we have to climb carefully and take them out and throw them somewhere! So that we are all safe!

Stella told her plan to Bloom

─ Alright let's do this quick!

Bloom began to try to use her transformation, however that confrontation with the witches happened again.

─ Damn not again!

She said upset

─ I'll do it for you then.

Said Stella using her transformation voluntarily, she flew slowly towards the entry point where the surprise eggs were sheltered, when entering I tried not to step on them, I grab the first basket, some of those eggs were moving restlessly, Stella had to hurry, she was taking out each basket that he could in total take 10 baskets with 16 eggs in each one, enough to give away to the students of both schools.

Bloom.

Bloom planned how to get rid of the eggs without causing problems for herself and her friends, especially what the pharagonda director would think about her, she would expel her from the academy, until she remembered Professor Wizgiz's class, the story in a class that there is a advanced spell called a Counter spell spell, a spell capable of turning or changing an object from ugly to beautiful or vice versa.

─ Let's use a counter spell like professor wizgiz told us.

─ It is very advanced, you are only a first year, and it can also weaken your body!

Said stella

─ We could form a group of 5, get them together, we could do the counter spell without the need to weaken ourselves

I explain techna in theory.

─ Musa are you done !?

Asked Bloom towards Musa

─ I'm done putting the speakers on! What do you need!?

─ Let's do a counter spell

I explain

─ Doesn't it sound dangerous !?

Asked muse putting her finger on her chin

─ We only need one more .. I know Flora!

Bloom said she went to the kitchen where everyone was still working messily, flora, she kept preparing more brownies, Bloom knew well that her friend was busy with her work, but she didn't know who else to ask, and the worst thing about all this is what to do This group spell was five and they only 4 needed someone else but did not know who.

─ Do you need help?

Aisha's voice spoke to her from behind, Bloom jumped with fright, but she was there, Aisha was with her arms crossed watching what they were doing.

─ I'm not asking for much, but it could help us make a counter spell on the eggs for tonight's dance.

Bloom said explaining the situation.

─ Sure, it also shows on their faces .. We'll do this quickly, before they all get punished.

Bloom, Aisha, stella, Musa and tecna formed a circle, and joined their hands, and began to circle the eggs and say the words for the enchantment, all said at the same time;

─ What was before it is the other way around! The ugly become beautiful, the bad become purified, and the terrible become kind, with this enchantment may the original be replaced.

The 5 of them said as a great rainbow glow stood out on the eggs, making the spell complete, and perfectly, when they finished, a slight dizziness in their heads, but they were still conscious.

─ It was a difficult spell but it was worth it!

Bloom said a little dizzy.

─ I think we still have to go a long way for this!

Musa said sweating.

“No way, we better put these eggs back in their places.

Said Stella while rearranging the eggs, Bloom remembered the balloons, and began to inflate them with the help of tecna, and put them in the grand entrance, Musa and Stella left and decided to go get ready for the night, after 28 minutes inflating balloons , Bloom and muse were feeling a bit tired, and they had some energy drinks, Bloom remembered that she had left Kiko in her apartment, she went there, and found the place quite well.

─ Ah! There you are, Kiko, it seems that you behaved quite well while I was busy.

Bloom said as he hugs his pet.

─ UFF! I don't want to work in the kitchen anymore!

Flora said arriving at her apartment.

─ At least those cherry pecan brownies were worth it.

─ If it was worth doing them better, let's take a bath, at the end it is in two hours the event that will start.

Flora said assuring Bloom. After several hours getting ready for the big dance tonight, the 5 fairies were already ready to perform with the Red fountain boys, the ballroom was already ready, the red fontana students wore costumes at the same time, they carried an amulet on their ties, each charm was a different color, but all were already present on the big night.

─ Good evening to this wonderful day of new entry to the next generations of fairies and heroes, I know that this year will be fascinating for all of you in person.

The Faragonda director said announcing, Bloom and her friends were among all the guests, they wore their respective dresses, among all the fairies, Aisha was also with a bluish dress with a belt with a golden "S" in the center, she also wore a A necklace of the same color, during the talks and gossip between the alphea students and the Red Fontana students, Bloom, walking among the boys, came across one by accident.

─ Oh sorry, I didn't mean to!

Bloom said apologizing to him.

─ it doesn't matter, just be careful next time.

The boy was almost the same size and age as Bloom, he was light-skinned, with blue eyes and fine golden hair, at the same time unlike his other classmates, he wore a crimson, at the same time a medal with a coat of arms of a kingdom, it said "Crown Prince of Eraklyon"

─ oh I didn't know you were a prince!

─ Of course I am, my name is Skyler san Eraklyon ninth, future king of eraklyon, although I also understand that the princess Krystal of linphea, and that of Solaria and Andros are also here studying.

─ if I know who my friends are.

─ Wow, what coincidence do you have with all of them, and what kingdom do you come from?

The prince asked Bloom

─ I come from the earth.

─ The Earth! I thought that world no longer existed!

He was shocked

─ of course I'm from the earth, I don't come from any kingdom around here .. But every time I understand how the laws work in this world.

She recounted.

"Prince Sky! You know you can't get that far away from us!"

She said the voice of a boy, he had sharp eyes, a beaten voice, a thin nose, and with a slicked back whose tips protruded, he was also a purple magenta and violet eyes.

─ oh sorry riven! Forgive my partner and bodyguard.

─ come on, your majesty, it is not good that he strays too far!

Riven added.

"Bloom!"

Stella's voice called, along with one of the red font students, Bloom if he recognized it, it was the same boy who arrived dressed as a policeman.

─ maybe you remember! He is Brandom my shield hero!

Said stella introducing it

─ you must be the human girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, I see that you already greeted my partner the prince of Eraklyon.

Brandom added gently.

─ And you are a prince !?

─ not exactly, plus the princess of solaria is free to marry anyone she loves.

─ Indeed.

After many conversations, and dancing between couples, the long-awaited time arrived, the surprise eggs were to be delivered to the guests and students of the schools, each one received an egg, Bloom prayed that the spell had worked, until She decided to break it with her fingers, and a surprise appeared a crimson box with something inside, Bloom when checking it found several golden jewels with rubies and pearls from earrings, a necklace and a bracelet.

─ Wow how beautiful, I did not know that the spell worked so well.

─ Mira Bloom, a brand bag appeared to me and it has some cosmetics already inside, although the craziest thing is that I already had cosmetics from my kingdom already saved.

Rio Stella surprised.

Faragonda.

─ I know very well what you were planning, Griffin! Sending surprise eggs is not something you always do for good!

Faragonda said speaking through a magic mirror with the cloud tower director.

─ And that you never invite us to these events!

He said she in a bitter way

─ I already knew they were actually carrying those eggs, and I used a Counter spell! I was not going to let you make this day of my students the worst.

Faragonda scolding.

─ Say what you want! But we will still be natural enemies!

Griffin said cutting off his call.

─ Strange, I used the counter spell to turn those monsters into chocolate figures, but now they have become much more beautiful and expensive gifts! Perhaps I did not measure my counter spell well.

#winxclub #winx club #winx #winx club redesign #magix world #fanfic

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sinisterlyhan · 4 years

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01. hwang hyunjin / 1789 words

fluff, soft sex, unprotected sex, female reader

a/n: for @scxrlettwxtches love you bb 🙆🏻‍♀️💞

the truth was that hyunjin felt nervous.

in all his years of experience, he couldn't remember ever feeling his heart clench the way it did the moment you pulled away from him, your hands reaching down from the tousled locks of his hair to his fingers that fiddled with the hem of your pajama shirt.

it was just a stupid habit of his. he has been doing it ever since your relationship progressed to a point where he could freely makeout with you whenever he so desired. it was just a manifestation of his fantasy—hoping he could take your shirt off, wanting to take your shirt off, needing to take your shirt off just so he could admire your body in the most naked way possible.

hyunjin didn't think you like him enough to let him do it, yet here you were, eyes glazed past by the pouring of moonlight outside the window and mouth ajar at the saliva strand that connected your lips, practically asking him to act on his impulse.

your breasts were on full display as soon as he removed it from your body, discarding it to the side with not much care. but unlike what you had expected, the first thing he did after he threw your shirt away was to kiss you. he kissed you, hard, his brows furrowing passionately and his jaw clenching at the intensity.

his hand roamed your skin, fingers ghosting hotly against its surface before he gave your waist a brief squeeze. and while one hand remained around your waist to keep you close on his lap, his other hand flew up to cup your breast in his hand. you moaned into his mouth at the pressure, pleasantly surprised and thoroughly enjoying the way his tender palm kneaded against your boob.

when he pulled away, it was only to remove you from his lap and to pin you down on the mattress. he grabbed your thighs, guiding it to the side of his hips before scooting closer in between. he took his own shirt off in the meantime, causing your eyes to widen at his toned arms and lean body, and the pool between your legs jolted excitedly in your mind.

your anticipation was soon fulfilled when hyunjin leaned back in to claim your lips again. your hand flew up to where his own laid, cupping your jaw carefully as he sucked at your bottom lip. you let out a loud gasp, something close to a faint moan, when he grinded his bulge against your clothed core. you could feel his length, and you thought you almost had it memorized just from that single movement.

taking the chance to slip his thumb between you teeth, hyunjin smirked at the way you knew to suck on it without asking. his free hand roamed down your body, giving your breast one more squeeze before they reached down to the pool of wetness stained on your panties. he raised a brow, almost smugly if your eyes were clear enough to see. and he pressed his fingers against you to eliciting a soft whimper.

ahh. he really fucking loves this.

with his initial shyness gone in a blink of an eye, hyunjin carefully moved your panties to the side and teased you by sticking only the tip of his finger against your entrance and running it up your slit. he was slow, wanting to catch every single micro-reaction you make, wanting to see which part of your cunt would release what kind of response from you.

you whimpered and squirmed, moaned and sighed as he finally fulfilled your fantasy by inserting his long digits into your hole. he felt you soak his skin up, your walls warm and sticky as they desperately clenched around his fingers. he groaned at the feeling—god, he could already imagine how tightly fitted you would be when he finally bottoms out inside of you.

"hyun–hyunjin–"

"mmm?" he hummed, pulling in and out of you as if he has got all the time in the world, which he knew he didn't.

and it wasn't because the night would end soon. it was because the hardened member underneath his sweats wouldn't be able to take much more of you whimpering his name so needily like this. hyunjin was just testing his limits at this point, wondering how long he could go without stuffing you full of him, ramming against you until he could feel your intense release.

you were lustfully clenching around his digits, wanting more, wanting bigger. the lewd sound of your juices only accentuating more and more as he shoved harder and harder. with quickened breaths, you met his eyes with your pleading ones, and you begged with a hasty whisper.

"hyunjin, hyunjin please." god, you felt embarrassed but you needed it so much. you needed him to fill you up. "please fuck me."

his heart jumped. it bolted to his eyes, sparkling, and it ran to his cheeks, blushing. how could you even manage to do this to him with the bare minimum? by just looking so brokenly desperate for him, with your voice saying the dirtiest wishes he has ever heard you utter. and his filthy name has never sounded better coming from your heavenly voice.

removing his fingers from you, he sat up and immediately took his sweats off. your chest heaved at the mere sight of his dick, his tip as pink as his plumpy lips while he pumped it with the hand he just fingered you with, rubbing your essence all over him.

he positioned himself at your entrance, massaging your slit in preparation and making you whine impatiently. he giggled under his breath, loving the fact that you wanted him as much as he wanted you. when he finally slithered himself into you, slowly and carefully, your breath hitched and water welled up in your eyes at the unfamiliar stretch.

hyunjin pouted as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, one hand playing with the strands of your hair while the other pressed against your stomach to keep you down. "shh, it's okay, you are doing so great," he whispered, suppressing a moan when you impossibly tightened around his length.

he wanted to move—fuck, he needed to move. but he also wanted to make sure you felt okay about this before he continued, so he laid on top of you between your hips, kissing your discomforts away until you looked up at him and sighed with a raspy tone.

"can i move?" he asked, warmth trickling past his lips onto yours as he stared into your eyes at an infinitely close distance.

"yes, please," you replied quietly.

and hyunjin did. he pulled out of you and slammed himself back in, reliving the feeling of being wrapped around by you again and again. he didn't hit you fast but he hit you hard, reaching places you would never be able to do on your own and causing friction a plastic toy could never provide.

he wanted to feel you thoroughly, which was why he was taking his time with this. thrusting into you lovingly, hyunjin was aiming to make you remember how he feels, aiming to make sure he will never forget all the noises he fucked out of you.

he planned to leave a permanent mark on both of your minds—this was the night that sealed the deal for you both.

"fuck," he mumbled against your lips, his eyes squinting when you wrapped your legs tighter around him after he hit a specific, pleasurable spot.

removing his lips from yours, he attached them to your jaw instead and trailed down your neck. you hissed, your hands flying to grip his arms as he sucked hues of purples and blues on your baby skin, possessively marking you as his even though he knew you would cover it all up the next day.

but just the mere thought of you being reminded of this encounter every time you see those hickeys was enough for him to feel a sense of dignified bliss and serve as an incentive for him to keep going.

hyunjin picked up his pace soon, his body unable to tolerate the slow pace when the lust kept building up in his chest, pulling his body closer to yours as a signal that he needed to go rougher on you. he buried his face to the nape of your neck, growling lowly as his hips snapped against yours at an increasing speed.

you had hugged his sweaty body close, your hardened nipples brushing against his hot skin and you shivered at the sensitivity. every time your walls expand you get reminded of the shape of him, even though it wasn't like you have forgotten about it, and you moan at the tenderly blissful feeling whenever his tip brushed against your g-spot.

the pleasure piling in your abdomen was threatening your release, and you clawed at his back when hyunjin seemed to slam harder into you, his dick bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

"fuck—hyunjin, i'm—" your words came out jittery and incoherent, but he knew what you wanted to say.

he increased his speed, if that was even possible anymore, but hyunjin appeared to have an inexhaustible amount of stamina. he turned his head to kiss your jaw and suck on it, his words muffled against your skin as he spoke, "cum around me, do it."

with a few harsh snaps of his hips, you released one jolting groan and came undone with him still buried deep inside you. hyunjin sucked in a deep breath, his eyes rolling upwards as your essence coated his member in warm delight, and he fucked himself into you a few more times before he quickly pulled out to spill his own release on your body.

he sat back against his legs when he was done, his dick went limp in his hand and his eyes fixated on the strings of sticky cum on your tummy. like paint on a canvas, you were beautifully crafted out under the brushes of his body and he wanted nothing more than to admire you like this.

but he leaned down anyway, all against his wishes to watch you drown in the blue moonlight, and he kissed you softly with a hand caressing your cheek. it was sweet, everything that happened was sweet and tender, and you felt treasured under his touch the way he felt wanted under yours.

when he pulled away to look into your eyes, his own sparkling with grace, he knew what you wanted to say.

this could be more. you two could be more.

you two are more.

#stray kids dark hours #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz dark hours #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut

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hirokari · 3 years

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↠ plaster

pairing: jungmo x reader

tags: high school!au, play!au, clumsy!Reader, fluff

warnings: minor explicit language

— “um... does anyone know where i can find a plaster?”

a/n: ha! its a miracle! she’s updated with an imagine! :P n e ways i think my plan is too update with an imagine once every 1-2 months...? my writer’s block is horrible :’(

Senior year.

The year everyone had been dreading, just one more step until they're out of this hell hole. And yet, what seems like the most relieving thing in the world, it takes one play, one role to mess it up for him.

His brown irises skim through the pinned papers on the school's pinboard, hoping for his name to turn out in the 'extras' parts. But the more he scans fir his name, the more his stomach drops.

Until he'd found his name.

Jungmo groans, the tips of his eyes dropping in sync with his grimacing lips. His fist hits the wall hard, startling one of his classmates.

"Hey, what's up man... oh, you got the role lead! Bro, that's awesome!"

It doesn't help the fact that everyone's congratulating him for something he clearly didn't intentionally aim for. He'd actually slacked his audition, but maybe that's what got him the spoiled prince's role.

"A-Ah, please, it's... not that great." He stammers, rather out of frustration more than humbleness. He rubs the back of his neck in s repeated, eager matter, the endless praises ticking him off even more.

"Aw, come on, Mogu! Embrace the prince in you!" Minhee emphasizes into his mic, followed by a fit of immature cackling from himself and Woobin. Jungmo clicks his tongue of annoyance, "This senior play can suck my a-"

"Cheer up, Jungmo. You're the center of attention-"

"That's just it! Sure, I'd like the fame and stuff, but for a stupid prince role? Come on, dude. No thanks."

Jungmo sighs out of exasperation, slouching further into his seat. He mutters a curse followed by the younger's name, cracking a smirk when Minhee doesn't bother to hide his whimper mixed with the sound of him shuffling against his bed sheets.

"Right, my guys, I'm heading out. I'm tired from all this fame," He concludes with a yawn, stretching his arms in front of himself, nodding in content when he hears his bone sockets pop (or crack, if you say it like that).

"Alright, g'night, princey." Minhee snickers. Woobin chuckles, "Yeah, lights out for you, your highness."

Jungmo mumbles a few sleepy slurs under his breath, clearing his throat as he disconnects from the FaceTime. He's so frustrated that he'd clicked a button one too many times, and his phone lags aren't helping.

Tomorrow's rehearsals are going to be hell.

"Is this okay?" A girl— who Jungmo had just realized was looking at him suggestively— mumbles lowly, her voice probably raspy on purpose as she measures his waist down with a measuring tape. She licks her lips and nibbles on the bottom one, but it really looks like she's trying to find the stuck piece of broccoli between her teeth with her tongue.

He gulps thickly, finding the situation not to his liking. "...it's not okay?" He answers rather in a questioning tone. She laughs, obviously not taking his answer seriously and resting her hand to his chest, "You're really funny."

He's had enough. He's uncomfortable, and really, really hot in this stuffy room with other people in the play who wouldn't care about his sticky situation. He's close to slapping this girl. That is, until the door opens slowly.

Jungmo's attention strays from the attempting girl to whoever had just come in, realizing that from the door was the only natural light that illuminates in the room. He ceiling lights make him sleepy, maybe because of how boring and dull it was.

Seeing the first ray on sunlight since a while caused him to squint when it shone directly at his eyes, the air now smelling grassy from the field directly outside the dusty storage room the students had (for some reason) voted to measure for costumes in.

"Um... does anyone know where I can find a plaster?" You ask softly, but loud enough to catch everyone's attention. It's quiet for a brief moment, and you panic internally, as if you'd just interrupted a starved wolf's meal.

But one of your classmates wave over for you, to which you scurry over to with a relieved sigh.

Jungmo's eyes couldn't leave your figure. He admired the nice taste in clothes you've spent all morning picking out, and your messy hair tied into a lazy style. He watched you wrap on the plaster around your finger, your tongue sticking out a little out of habit.

He doesn't know why, he really doesn't, but it makes him smile, seeing you struggle with the sticky side of the plaster.

"Hey," Jungmo finally says to the previous suggestive girl, and he fights down the urge to just cringe when she bats her lashes at him while purring out a response. He gestures his head towards your direction, "do you know who that is?"

"Oh, the clutz kid? Don't even bother-- she's lame, and always clumsy with herself." The girl rolls her eyes, twirling the ends of her hair. "She's came in for another plaster— She's clearly only pricking herself for some attention while making the play fits."

She makes the play's outfits? By hand?

Jungmo's impressed, and intrigued. He won't let this chance slip.

"Craaap," You hiss out, leaning your head back against the wall. It's the fifth time you've hurt yourself with the same needle. Yui snickers, "Should I get you another coke?"

"What? Why coke?" "...well, I'm getting coke, you want some?" "...yes please. I'll go look for some plasters... again."

She nods with a playful hum, dashing off to the vending machine all the way across the building. Sucking on the sweet, metallic tasting fluid from your finger, you slowly stand up, mentally preparing yourself for another trip for plasters.

That is-- until a sudden voice calls out a 'hey,'.

Turning around, your brows ride up in surprise when you see a tall boy clad in a black hoodie leaning on the wall you had been sitting against.

"Yeah?" You answer quietly, retracting your finger from your lips. The boy reaches up to scratch the back of his head with one hand as the other rummages into his hoodie's pouch.

"Well, uh, I noticed you were looking for some plasters a while ago, and um... figured you were clumsy. So I got you a pack," He reaches out, and you see a box of plasters.

Your chest tightens at his thoughtful actions. Stranger or not, he sure knew how to swoon people-- or at least, you.

"O-Oh! So it's obvious I'm pretty messy, huh?" You jest, accepting the box from his hand. He shrugs, "Eh, who isn't? Messy is good sometimes, right?"

"Right," You repeat, tearing the box open slowly. You spot more crimson seeping from your skin, which causes you to grab a plaster in a hurried matter.

Now, five minutes later, here you are back on the floor next to the kind boy who had bought you the pack of plasters.

"Thank you, by the way." You turn to him, a smile gracing your lips. The side of his lips quirks up, "Don't mention it, uh... I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N."

You extend a palm, and he grins at the amount of plasters it's covered in.

"Jungmo."

He envelopes your hand in his bigger one, a firm shake being the first step to a great connection.

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look after you || a buddie fic

❄️ @911giftexchange fic for @bombera hey, tori! i'm wishing you the happiest of holidays! this year has truly been one for the books so i hope this fic will help to end 2020 on a good note for you! it kinda ran away from me but i hope you’ll enjoy! ❄️

word count: 4.7k || read on ao3

You've begun to feel like home, yeah What's mine is yours to leave or take What's mine is yours to make your own

Infamously December is known to be a hectic month but now, with just a little over two weeks until Christmas, Eddie is feeling the pressure. His work schedule leaves little to no time for him to prepare for the holiday season, time slipping through his fingers with such ease that it had come as a surprise to see just how close he and the rest of the world were getting to the big day.

His concern was bad enough but this last week his mind has been additionally preoccupied with worrying over his son who is the latest person to come down with the bug that’s running rampant. If he isn’t at work, he’s right by Chris’ side, doting over him and doing his best to insure his comfort.

Throughout it all he has had Buck, his best friend and confidant, a man he can share virtually any thought with. All, really, but one. Eddie groans internally. His unspoken feelings for Buck are the last thing he needs to dwell on now. But the thought is far easier to think than put into practice with Buck sharing this space with him. Even on his day off Buck opts to spend time at the Diaz house, an additional set of hands that Eddie is beyond grateful for at such a time. Buck has long since been a staple in his home and now, more than ever, he’s grateful for his companionship and help to keep him from going under. Buck seems to understand him in ways very few can, sensing his needs and thoughts without a single word uttered.

He can feel Buck’s eyes on him as he pops two slices of bread into the toaster but he focuses on his task, doing his best to keep his head on straight though his mind is a riot of thoughts.

Eddie massages the back of his neck to relieve some tension, stretching it a bit as he draws in a breath.

“Alright, what’s going with you?” Buck asks.

Eddie turns back to face him and shrugs. “It’s nothing. I’m just trying to figure out a game plan. I still have to finish holiday shopping but you’ve seen our schedule for the next two weeks. We’re practically going to be living at the station.”

“But we have today off and it’s only noon. That’s plenty of time for you to head out there while I stay here with little man. See? Simple solution.”

“It’s your day off. I couldn’t do that.”

“I can watch him, it’s not a problem,” Buck insists.

Eddie hesitates. It’s a great offer, one that would quickly remedy his dilemma. “I don’t know, Buck. It’s a big ask. It’s short notice and he’s sick.”

“It’s not a big ask. It’s not even an ask at all; I’m volunteering. And besides,” Buck says, puffing up his chest. “Buckleys don’t catch colds.”

Eddie’s mouth twists to one side in thought. Today really is the one true window of time he’ll have and it’ll certainly be easier to stealthily buy Chris’ presents without his observant son being able to see what he’s purchasing. Resigned, Eddie nods slowly, knowing this is the best offer he could possibly have.

“Alright, yeah, okay. I’ll try and hurry back but still, I know it’ll be a few hours until I’ll be back home.”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Would you relax? Take all the time you need, seriously. Chris and I always have a blast together. We’ll be just fine. I promise.”

“No, I know he’s good with you. I just…”

“Suck at accepting help, yes, I know,” Buck teases, patting him on the shoulder with one hand and gesturing towards the front of the house with the other.

“Go. I’m officially kicking you out. Don’t forget to get me something nice, yeah?”

~*~*~

Eddie returns home with a trunk full of presents after a very successful trip to the mall. He’s managed to get for everyone on his list and the relief he feels in having this task officially scratched off his to-do list is a major weight off his shoulders. He carries a few bags in with him to the house. From the moment he steps inside he can hear the raucous laughter of Christopher and Buck coming from the living room, his son breaking into a small coughing fit afterwards.

Eddie stashes his purchases into the closet, hiding the bags under his jacket in a feeble attempt to bury it for the time being. Buck and Chris carry on chatting and Eddie is certain that neither of them realizes he’s gotten back, so wrapped up they are in their conversation.

“Maybe we could go to New York like Kevin next year for Christmas? Me, you, and Dad.”

Eddie feels his body tense and he stays in place, curious as to what Buck’s response will be.

Eddie could easily picture it, the three of them taking on the city. The images that flood his mind teem with warmth and joy and sincerely, Eddie would love nothing more than to wrap himself in that. But a trip that elaborate wouldn’t be a casual thing between friends, at least not for him. It’s one thing to have Buck over at his place or for them to go on outings around LA with Chris on weekends. A Christmas getaway would carry far more weight. It’s something that families do. Something twinges a bit in Eddie’s chest at the thought. Somewhere along the way, without Eddie even fully realizing it had solidified itself, that’s precisely what Buck has become to him, and apparently Chris too.

“Now there’s an idea. I would love to go with you guys. Sure you wouldn’t mind me tagging along?”

Chris is quick to respond, casting away any trace of doubt. “Nope, the trip wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Eddie can hear Buck sigh. It’s clear just how touched his best friend is by Chris’ sentiment and Eddie would have to agree with his son. Any trip, any facet of life really, is so much better when Buck is thrown into the mix. He’s so interwoven into the fabric of their life, it’d be hard to picture any moment, big or small, without him there experiencing it with them.

“See, this is why you’re my favorite Diaz. Don’t tell your dad I said that though. It may break his old man heart,” Buck laughs, Chris joining in.

This melody is Eddie’s favorite sound, the lightheartedness of his two favorite guys sharing a private joke. It’s the little things like this that light him up, that fill him with a warmth so vibrant and strong that it takes every ounce of strength in him not to sit Buck down one day and have a serious conversation. But Eddie has never been good with words and in a case like this, for a topic this important, he knows a talk like that would be best handled with care. Whenever, or rather if ever, that day comes, Eddie hopes he’ll be prepared to handle it. Instead he’ll stick to this, to cloaking his feelings for the sake of keeping the scales balanced.

“With laughs that big I’m guessing someone is feeling better?” he says aloud, essentially announcing his presence.

He steps into the living room and sees the space has been transformed. A giant fort is set up in the center of the room and at the mouth of it is Buck and Chris stretched out side by side on pillows from the couch and Chris’ bed. It looks like the coziest of setups and Eddie isn’t at all surprised to see that Buck got creative in trying to make Chris as comfortable as possible.

Chris slaps on an innocent smile but Buck apparently has a harder time schooling his features.

“Eddie, you’re back. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he says, picking up the remote.

The end credits for Home Alone 2 flit by on screen. Buck hits pause as Chris reaches for the DVD of A Charlie Brown Christmas.

“Can we watch this one next?” he asks Buck who’s already nodding.

“Oh, definitely. This is one of my all-time favorites. How about I get you another bowl of soup and then we can fire this one up. Sound good?”

Chris gives him a two thumbs up and flops back against the pillows, plucking a tissue out of the box and wiping at his nose. Eddie frowns seeing his son so sick but the best he can do is continue supplying him with medicine and fluids to help him through it.

Buck carefully climbs out of the fort and walks over to Eddie, the two of them going into the kitchen.

“How’d your shopping go?” Buck asks as he opens the fridge and takes out a container.

“Really well. I managed to get stuff for everyone on my list, including a certain pest I know,” he jokes the second Buck opens his mouth, no doubt to check about the status of his own gift.

“Well, I’m glad you have your priorities in order then, thank you.”

A comfortable silence falls between them as Buck moves around the kitchen and Eddie is struck, not for the first time since befriending Buck, at how comfortable his friend is inside of his home. That’s all Eddie could have ever wanted. Buck moves with such assurance taking a bowl down from the cupboard, pulling a spoon out of a drawer, knowing exactly where everything is without hesitation or having to ask. It warms his heart to see this, to know that Buck must feel comfortable here, that this could somehow be home.

“Thanks again for watching Chris for me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” he says as Buck pops the now filled bowl into the microwave.

“Don’t mention it. I love hanging out with him and if I can help you in any way, I will. Always.”

Buck holds his gaze and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’ll say more. There’s something in his expression that looks as if he’s trying to communicate something wordlessly but far too soon, the moment passes and shortly after the microwave beeping breaks the silence between them. Buck smiles softly before turning away but Eddie keeps his eyes trained on his back, getting lost in his thoughts.

Maybe this is all in his head or perhaps an unhealthy amount of wishful thinking is at play but lately something has felt different between them, as if there’s something going unspoken.

Buck gets a tray and puts the bowl on top of it, carefully picking it up from the countertop.

“I can bring it to him,” Eddie says, gesturing to take the tray. “You can get out of here, if you want. You should enjoy what’s left of your day off.”

Buck rolls his eyes as he side steps and laughs. “That’s exactly what I’m doing now. Didn’t you hear? It’s Charlie Brown time. No way in hell am I missing him or that tree.”

Eddie smiles softly and shakes his head. He opens his mouth to say something but falls short on words. Buck seems to understand regardless as he smiles back and nods.

“I know,” he says simply. Eddie wants so desperately to ask what exactly it is that Buck knows, what he feels but he lets the matter go for now.

This right here is more than enough, he reasons. To have Buck look at him and comprehend even a fraction of his gratitude.

~*~*~

Eddie knows he worries too much but watching Buck throughout their busy morning and early afternoon with back to back calls, he can’t help but to feel a little troubled over Buck’s slower pace and quieter nature. Usually he could be counted on to be the most energized and talkative during calls but today he’s so much more subdued and it feels like a real cause for concern.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, searching Buck’s face as they wash their hands in the bathroom to prep for lunch.

“Yeah, I just need some food in me and I’ll be good to go.”

Buck smiles reassuringly but Eddie isn’t convinced. Nonetheless he follows Buck up to the loft where the rest of the crew is already gathered around the table. Eddie takes a seat beside Hen who sits across from Chimney, the two already engaged in conversation.

This leaves Eddie the coveted spot of sitting opposite Buck.

Buck settles in at the table beside Chimney, placing a hand against his throat as he clears it before he reaches to the center of the table to start fixing his plate. Eddie watches him curiously as he’s done all day, noting the way Buck seems to be moving a bit slower than usual, the man’s eyes trained in focus on the simple task of putting food on his plate.

Eddie wonders if he’s reading too much into Buck’s body language but given how well he knows his friend, he feels safe in his assumption that Buck is off today because he’s sick and putting forth his best efforts to disguise this fact. Out in the field it was easy to attribute Buck’s pace to the amount of work the team had to put into their calls but now, with everyone finally able to unwind and catch their breath, Buck still looks put out.

“Buck, you’re really hot,” Chimney says as Buck’s arm grazes his. Eddie purses his lips, his suspicion confirmed easily.

Buck flashes a smile and a wink. “Tell me something I don’t know. But I don’t think Maddie would take it well to know you’re hitting on her brother.”

Chim smacks his hand against his forehead and shakes his head.

“You’re no match for your sister, I can tell you that right now, but that’s not what I meant. Seriously, don’t you feel warm?”

Buck shakes his head. “No. It’s actually kind of cold in here, isn’t it?”

Hen pushes back from the table across from him, putting a hand over her mouth and nose.

“Nope, you’ve got to go. Cap, this bug is making the rounds quick. I swear half of Denny’s class is out with it.”

Bobby rises from his seat and walks over to Buck, placing a hand on his forehead. Buck looks like a grumpy child as his bottom lip pokes out slightly.

“Jeez, Buck. You’re like a furnace. I’m afraid I have to send you home.”

“But, Cap!” Buck tries to protest but Bobby shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop any more objections.

“That’s an order. And here are some more for you: drink lots of fluids, get in bed, and stay there. Be sure to get a ton of rest until this fever breaks. I know you want to stay on and help but you’re going to sideline the whole team if we don’t do this. Sorry, Buck.”

Buck sighs defeatedly and pushes back in his seat, rising to his feet. The crew murmurs their get well soon wishes to Buck as he heads toward the stairs and Eddie’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach knowing how and why Buck is sick in the first place. He rises from his seat, quickly wiping at his mouth with a napkin before following him to the locker room.

Eddie stays quiet at the door as Buck gets his locker open and takes out his bag.

“So much for Buckleys don’t get sick, huh?” Buck says with a sigh, sitting down on the bench.

Eddie steps further into the room and sits beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. He’s surprised when Buck’s hand comes to rest over his. Buck’s hand is warm and Eddie relishes in his touch but too soon, the feeling is gone; Buck quickly lets go and clears his throat, shifting his attention to his bag. Eddie’s hand falls limply into his lap.

“This one’s on me. I’ll stop by after work and check on you, okay?” he ventures.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be alright.”

“Maybe so but I’d feel a hell of a lot better seeing that for myself. I can drop you home now, if you want. I’m sure Bobby would let me run off for a bit.”

Buck smiles softly and shakes his head. “You’re a good friend, Eddie, but I can manage the trip home. I promise I’ll follow Dr. Nash’s orders to the letter. I’ll be back on my feet in no time, just you wait and see.”

~*~*~

It’s been two days and Buck’s fever has been making its presence known; it’s Chris’ symptoms all over again but Eddie is ready for it, already having placed a call to his grandmother for even more of her miracle soup. Eddie’s been anxious at work, keeping his phone within reach at all times just waiting to get replies from Buck when he checks in. Some messages are more coherent than others but overall it seems as if Buck is hanging in there as much as can be expected.

Eddie’s certain that what his friend needs now is his grandmother’s home-cooking to really send Buck’s ailment packing. It’s to her house he heads straight to after his shift, his thoughts resting heavily on Buck’s recovery.

“Abuela?” Eddie calls out as he locks back the front door of her home.

“In here!”

Eddie follows her voice to the kitchen where he finds his grandmother ladling her soup into Tupperware, the remnants of vegetables and spices on the counter.

He greets her with a kiss on each cheek, taking a set back so she can continue filling the container she’s halfway done with.

“Thanks for doing this...again,” he muses. “One day I swear I’ll learn how to make this stuff.”

She gives him a doubtful look but smiles. “I don’t mind making it for you and your boys.”

Eddie eyes her for a moment, taking note of the implication of her wording. Unsure of how or even if he should call attention to it, Eddie switches gears a bit.

“I’m sure Buck is going to appreciate it. This soup was practically magic for Chris. Buck is chomping at the bit to get back to the station. This is just the thing to get him there again soon.”

His grandmother sets the ladle down and secures the lid on the container, double checking that it’s properly sealed.

“And I’m sure you’re eager for him to get back, too.”

Eddie is brought up short by this, his brows furrowing in thought. Isabel Diaz is as formidable a woman as ever and is always far too good at reading things that weren’t spoken with Eddie. In a case like this, it only makes him feel on edge rather than comforted.

“What are you getting at?”

Isabel shrugs her shoulders but despite how nonchalant the gesture is, Eddie knows there must be more to her thoughts than she’s letting on just then.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Buck is your best friend, no? I would think it’d make sense that you’d want your partner back.”

Eddie can feel heat rising in his face and quickly turns to the pantry, opening the door to it and taking a tote bag off one of the shelves, taking advantage of the brief moment of reprieve to pull himself together.

Eddie returns to her side and begins packing away the various containers. His grandmother is nothing if not efficient and thorough. These batches will be enough to get Buck through the week.

Eddie stays quiet while he works but just as he’s putting away the last container, she places a hand on his arm, stilling him.

He turns his head slightly to look at her, not quite meeting her eye. She takes it as the invitation it is to say whatever is on her mind.

“He’s lucky to have a friend like you,” she says softly, as if in thought.

“I’m the lucky one here, believe me. Buck’s always a huge help. At work, around the house, with Chris. This is the least I could do.”

It’s only then that Eddie looks at his grandmother fully and the knowing smile on her face is so comforting that Eddie feels the tension in his body melt away.

“People like that are hard to find in life. Be sure to hold on the good ones for however long you can.”

~*~*~

Visits to Buck’s after work have become the norm all week and with each trip, Eddie feels more assured that Buck will be better in no time. Today’s check in brings on a sense of déjà vu. In Buck’s living room now is a replica of the fort he and Chris constructed at Eddie’s place a week and a half prior.

“What’s your obsession with forts anyway?” he asks as he climbs inside, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets.

“Maddie used to make them for me all the time when I was little,” Buck says. “Building one with Chris has me kinda nostalgic, I guess.”

Eddie smiles to himself at the mental image of Buck as a kid. It isn’t too hard to picture what he must have looked like back then as he looks at him now, a blanket draped over his head and shoulders sitting cross-legged in front of the laptop, a movie already playing.

“What are you watching?” Eddie asks, settling in.

“Love Actually.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “I didn’t take you for a romcom lover but I guess that somehow makes sense now that I think about it.”

“What’s not to love about them? The build up, the will-they-won’t-they but you know they totally will, the big sweeping declaration at the end? That’s what everyone roots for. Who doesn’t like seeing people in love live happily ever after? It’s the dream,” Buck concludes.

Eddie doesn’t argue the point. How could he possibly when that’s all he’s been hoping to have himself?

“That’s really your dream?” he asks tentatively.

Buck shrugs. “I definitely wouldn’t say no if it were to happen. But in order for all of that, someone would actually have to fall head over heels for me,” he laughs wryly.

“You make it sound like such an impossibility. Like you’re somehow difficult to love.”

Buck’s head tilts to the side a bit. “You don’t think that I am?”

It’s such a loaded question, a dangerous one really but still, the words fall effortlessly from Eddie’s lips as he replies.

“I would think that falling for you is one of the easiest things a person could do.”

Eddie realizes this conversation is veering off course and Buck probably isn’t thinking very clearly given the state of things. For all Eddie knows, Buck is hopped up on cold medicine and doesn’t realize he’s asking leading questions. Eddie falls silent then, laying back and staring up the blanket overhead as the movie continues to play on screen. The seconds stretch tauntingly and Eddie knows he’s said too much, gone too far over the line they’ve been treating as a tightrope.

He hears the tap of the keyboard and the movie pauses. Eddie keeps his eyes trained above him, hoping they can avoid delving deeper into this. But he’s kicked open the gate, ushered in this line of conversation he’s been terrified to have.

“Eddie, I—,” Buck starts but Eddie isn’t so sure he wants, or is even ready, to hear what Buck has to say in response.

“You should get some sleep.”

“But I want to talk to you. I missed you today. I always miss you when you’re away.”

Eddie freezes, unsure of if this an open statement Buck would be making if he wasn’t sick or possibly feeling awkward given Eddie’s last comment but he’d be lying to himself if he said it isn’t something that makes his chest warm right in the center.

“I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere all night,” he assures.

“All night? What about Chris?”

“He’s probably on his way to a sugar coma at my grandmother’s right about now. She’s baking tonight and Chris, of course, volunteered to help. I know he’s just in for the leftover frosting and taste testing.”

This seems to be a good enough distraction. Buck laughs softly and grows quiet, pressing the laptop again and Eddie is certain he’s never been more grateful to hear a bunch of British people in conversation with each other. He opts to just listen to rather than watch the movie; his focus is completely shot.

After a few minutes, Buck sighs and burrows in against Eddie’s side. Instinctively Eddie wraps an arm around his friend. Before he can undo it or reprimand himself for getting too familiar with Buck, the man buries his face against the side of Eddie’s neck.

He’s all too aware of each breath Buck takes, his skin tickling with every exhale. There’s nothing casual or platonic about this and Eddie’s heart aches so painfully in his chest that it takes every ounce of willpower he has to keep breathing. But still, before he can allow himself to truly accept what Buck getting this close to him means, he needs to hear it from the man himself.

��Buck?”

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything before so I figured I’d show you where my head and heart are instead.”

Eddie sits up slowly, Buck moving with him. Eddie takes in his expression and sees a real clarity in Buck’s eyes that leaves no room for uncertainty that he’s serious. Eddie has spent so long feeling terrified of being presented with this moment but he takes comfort in realizing this isn’t one-sided like he’s feared.

“Is this the part with the big sweeping declaration?” he jokes lamely to work out his nerves.

“I sure hope so. That tends to always be the best part.”

“You’re a lot better at this than me,” he says, rubbing his palm against the front of his jeans.

“To be fair, I watch a lot of romantic comedies in my downtime.”

Eddie can’t help but to laugh at this, grateful for the levity Buck brings to this moment. He cups the man’s cheek and strokes his face lightly with his thumb as he stares into his eyes.

“I’ve never been too good with this sort of stuff but you make me want to figure out a way how to be. Maybe in time I’ll be able to get the words out but, if nothing else, just know that I feel a lot for you, Buck. With you, I feel everything.”

Eddie leans forward and kisses Buck’s forehead, his eyes drifting closed as he lingers for a moment. Buck sighs contentedly, one hand settling on Eddie’s knee. Eddie pulls away then, resting his forehead against Buck’s, his fingers carding gently through his hair at the back of his head. Buck bumps his nose softly to Eddie’s who smiles at the move.

“Crap, sorry,” Buck says, pulling away. “What if you get sick next?”

“I survived Chris’ fever. I think I’ll be fine with yours too. If not, then I’ll just have to commission Abuela to make more soup,” he laughs. “Speaking of which, I should get some for you. Or tea or—”

“No,” Buck interjects, holding on to his wrist gently, keeping him in place. “Please, just...stay here for a little while longer with me?”

Eddie looks at him, takes in that soft pleading look and nods. “Whatever you want.”

Buck smiles at this and lays down on his side. Eddie doesn’t hesitate in spooning him, his arm securing snugly across Buck’s hip. His face burrows in the crook of the man’s neck, chin propped against his shoulder.

“Now will you get some sleep?” he asks quietly.

Buck laughs, light and carefree. “I don’t see how I can be expected to now after all of this,” he replies just as quietly, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“This feels like Christmas morning as a kid. All that excitement, wondering what’s in store. No,” he continues, shaking his head. “ I couldn’t possibly sleep now. I don’t want to miss a second of what comes next.”

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