#calls him at 10 o clock at night

[otamotone-dnp]

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[noyasmashing]

Between Lines

Sub!Kenma x Fem!reader

CW: caught jerking off, reader a lil mean, begging, kenma being a cry baby, phone smut

A/N: Kinda rushed this one tbh.. I don’t know if I’m a fan of it but I liked the idea

WC: 1,360

Kenma's quiet demeanor was a defining trait, one that set him apart from the crowd. He wasn't one to actively seek out friendships, nor did he make much effort to engage in conversations with girls.

However, you were the exception. The circumstances of how your nightly calls began was something Kenma could not recall; but it was evolved from your shared love of video games. But once the controllers were set aside for the night, the conversations continued.

Despite his reputation for silence, Kenma was an attentive listener. He found solace in the sound of your voice, absorbing every detail you shared – whether it was the latest gossip, your favorite TV shows, or the mundane details of your day. He was content with this, offering only occasional interjections or quiet chuckles in response.

When the topic inevitably turned to him, Kenma's responses were dry, stale. I mean, you tried to talk about him, but it’s like he was on a witness protection program. He always found a way to turn the conversations back to you.

You weren’t exactly sure why, as sometimes you would have to ask “Are you still there, Kozu?"

A soft "mhmm" would be his only response, a subtle reassurance that he was indeed still listening.

Tonight was no exception. The clock ticked past 10:00 pm, leaving Kenma’s room dark as he lay on his bed, phone pressed to his ear. Your voice filled the room, animated and excited as you recounted the latest episode from your favorite TV show.

"But can you believe that plot twist?" you exclaimed, your excitement palpable even through the phone.

"Yeah, it was unexpected," Kenma replied, his tone calm but laced with a hint of amusement.

As the conversation continued, Kenma found himself lying there, feeling embarrassingly aroused. Lately, he had been struggling to find release, but there was something about the sound of your voice that seemed to make him undeniably hard.

His hand started to wander lower, venturing into forbidden territory where his boxers were already dampened with precum.

"That reminds me, Kozu! What you pulled off during the last match was pretty impressive," you enthusiastically complimented him, completely unaware of the effect your words were having on him.

“o-oh really?” He asked shakily, shamelessly teasing his overly sensitive pink tip.

"Mhmm, good job, Kozu.” You chuckled, praising him once more for his gaming skills.

Now, of all times, was the worst moment to praise him like that. He was already so aroused! The tone of your voice, your affectionate words, and just your presence in general was too much for him. By now, he was shakily jerking himself off, beads of precum leaking out of his tip.

He attempted to stifle his sounds of pleasure, but his efforts were in vain as a loud moan escaped him, broadcasting through the mic. His moment of ecstasy was abruptly halted when the realization of his mistake hit him.

"Kozu?" you asked, surprised at his unexpected reaction. Kenma didn’t know what to do with himself. He could die right about now. The one time he decided to let into his urges and he gets caught!

Before he could gather his thoughts to respond, you continued with a mischievous tone, "Have you been getting off to my voice every night?" Kenma's cheeks flushed even deeper as he struggled to find words, caught off guard by your bold question.

"N-no... I just... I'm sorry," Kenma whimpered out, his embarrassment evident in his voice. Somehow, he found himself even more aroused than before. Being caught by you had an unexpected effect on his body.

He braced himself for your potential reaction—scolding, perhaps even the silent treatment, or worse. But instead, your voice cut through his panicked thoughts, softer than before, calm and understanding,

"Did you cum yet?" you asked curiously, your tone indicating a desire to help with his predicament.

"W-what?" Kenma asked, still expecting a reprimand from you, his confusion evident in his voice.

“Cum? Did you?” you asked, this time with a slightly firmer tone.

"N-n, no.. no I didn’t," Kenma told you anxiously, unable to believe you would ask him something so intimate.

“Do you want to?” you inquired, your tone still gentle, yet probing. Kenma couldn't decipher how you felt about the situation, but he responded with a shaky "yes," although it was an obvious answer.

Your light laughter filled the air, further fueling Kenma's embarrassment. "I won't stop you, Kozu. I was waiting for something like this to happen," you admitted seductively, your words sending a shiver down his spine.

Kenma let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and arousal coursing through him at your candid admission.

His hand slowly made its way back down to his aching cock, ready to relive himself of this burning feeling.

"What... what do you mean?" Kenma let out shakily, running his hand over the length of his throbbing erection. God, he was incredibly turned on right now, teetering on the edge of climax with every touch.

"Oh, come on," you teased, as if he should have known what you meant all along, though maybe he did, he wasn't sure. "Do you think I spend hours talking to you even when it’s late just for fun? I like you, Kozume. I really do," you confessed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

This time, Kenma let out a loud moan in response. You? You liked him? It was all too much for him to process.

"I want to see you," he whined, his voice filled with desperation, the sound of his frantic movements against his cock audible through the speaker, causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sound so pretty right now. I wish it was my hand doing the work for you," you remarked, ignoring his attempts at flattery.

He continued to diligently pleasure himself, while you comforted him with soft words, unwittingly encouraging his actions.

His breath became heavier, punctuated by moans and whimpers. "Please," he breathed out, nearing the edge of his climax.

"Please what, Kozu? Do you want to cum?" you asked warmly, causing him to nod his head rapidly, as if you could see him.

"Hmm?" you questioned at his silence. He let out a shy "can I?" seeking your permission for release.

"I don’t know…" you trailed off, feigning contemplation. "I’m kind of upset you touched yourself to my voice without me knowing. You're such a little pervert," you chided, and Kenma couldn't help but let out a mangled sob, his hand slowing its pace in response to your disapproval.

Hearing his slowed motions, you quickly scolded him,

"Don’t slow down if I didn’t tell you to.” This time you were much harsher than he expected. Tears began running down his burning cheeks, small apologies leaving his wet lips.

“If you wanna cum, beg," your demeanor shifted quickly, fueling his arousal even more.

He couldn’t believe you would make him do something so lewd, but he was too far gone to stop himself, "Please.. p-please [name], 'wanna cum so bad! I'm sorry.. mm sorry!" Kenma's voice came out in pitiful sobs, his desperation evident.

The sound of your tongue clicking, as if you weren’t satisfied with his pleas, only made him more desperate.

“I don’t know… maybe I should make you wait until I can touch you,” you remarked. But all Kenma could focus on was the “until I can touch you.”

The thought of you, looking at him with those pretty eyes as you made him cum on himself over and over again, was too much.

He let out more pleas and whimpers, his hips buckling pathetically into his own hand.

“I need to cum, it hurts. I haven’t in sooo long. Please, just this once.. one time,” he rambled, trying to convince you.

"Alright baby, let it out," you finally relented, and Kenma's moans grew louder as thick white ropes of cum flew out from his sensitive tip, coating his pale stomach. Small thank yous and pieces of your name left his lips as he hit his peak.

"Who knew someone so quiet would moan so loud," you remarked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve gets the wrong number and starts texting an interesting guy. Steddie, modern au, no upside down

Steve had been feeling pretty good. He’d gone out, had a nice conversation with a girl at the bar and gotten her number. He didn’t feel sparks but she was nice and cute. They didn’t talk about anything too deep but when Steve had asked for her number she put it in and then left with her friends.

He tried not to be too desperate. But he wanted to let her know he was serious and that he would (eventually) be good boyfriend material. So a little before midnight, he shot a text to her to make sure she was alright.

[11:47] Hey this is Steve just making sure you got home okay 🙂

He had debated on the emoji but figured it was harmless and innocent in the end. He put his phone down and got ready for bed, expecting her to text back after a couple of minutes. Unless she didn’t get home safely. Steve tried not to think about that.

After changing his clothes and brushing his teeth he checked his phone. He lit up when he saw that Misty had replied.

(11:52) Sure did Steve-o (11:53) Thanks for your concern 🫡

Misty texted a little different from the way she talked. A bit more…well he wasn’t sure how to describe it. Misty seemed like a really straight-laced woman. She was in the process of getting her education degree.

Steve shot back another message, saying that he had a good time tonight and he really hoped to see her again. There it was. A clear intention. If she responded positively, he’d ask her out right then. But the reply didn’t come as quick as he wanted. When it got around 12:30, Steve finally called it a night. Misty had probably gone to sleep as well.

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[11:47] Hey this is Steve just making sure you got home okay 🙂

Eddie stared at the text he just received. He racked his brain for whoever Steve must be and what he had done all day today, wondering if he met someone but their name just slipped his mind.

But nope. He had spent this lovely Saturday at home, lounging around in his apartment on his day off. He hadn’t gone out. And he hadn’t met anyone named Steve. The message came when he was in the middle of making his near-midnight dinner of mac and cheese. Whoever this guy was, he was clearly checking in on someone.

Eddie looked at his surroundings. Decent place, a bit cramped but big enough for just him and for anyone who needed to crash on his couch. He had popped out earlier to get some cigs and he had in fact made it back safely.

(11:52) Sure did Steve-o (11:53) Thanks for your concern 🫡

And who said he didn’t have impulse control? He thought about it for at least two minutes before sending the message.

[11:55] I had a nice time tonight. Hope to see you again.

Eddie looked at the new text, his chewing slowing to a stop. This Steve guy had met someone, spent some time with them, and was now trying to set up another date. There were a few ways to go about this. For just a moment he considered what a rational person would do, just a moment though.

A rational person might’ve said right away ‘wrong number’ or ‘wires crossed’. But Eddie’s brain didn’t function on rationality. So even though Steve clearly meant to text someone else, Eddie thought of the best way to reply. It did take him a bit to send it, the macaroni was calling to him. But by 1, Eddie had sent something back.

(1:07) You saw me?  (1:09) From my apartment?  (1:10) Creepy

He went to bed, thinking he’d wake up to a very confused man and when morning came he wasn’t disappointed.

[8:13] What are you talking about? It’s Steve? From the bar?

Eddie checked his clock. It was ten in the morning. Who got up at eight on a Sunday? Eddie’s first thought was a church-goer. Those folks were early risers. But they didn’t frequent bars too much.

(10:29) Sorry man (10:30) I think you got the wrong number (10:30) I didn’t go to a bar last night.

Once he sent it, Eddie belatedly hoped the words weren’t too blunt. It couldn’t feel nice, getting a number error. But after a moment of thinking, he started coming around to the idea that maybe Steve wasn’t such a catch. People didn’t give wrong numbers after a good time. Maybe he actually was a creep.

[10:36] Oh. Well, I’m sorry to bother you.

Eddie rolled from his back onto his stomach. Curse his soft heart. He didn’t know anything about this man and somehow he felt sorry for him. But he wasn’t about to go gushing to a stranger. Who knows what kind of interactions Steve had with this mystery number? So instead, he went the typical Eddie route and tried to lighten the mood.

(10:38) Probably dodged a bullet (10:38) They could’ve been a serial killer (10:39) Or worse someone who jogs in the morning

He put that little dig there just to feel out Steve. If he wasn’t at church, maybe he was the kind to go and workout in the morning. In the middle of making his coffee, Eddie realized he was trying to learn about the dude and thought he might be courting danger. Then he heard a ‘ping!’ and any ideas of caution were thrown to the wind.

Leaning against the counter, the only sound was the percolating as he read what Steve had said.

[10:46] Okay confession. I did actually go for a jog this morning. Is that weird?

Eddie started to visualize this man and another alarm went off in his mind that he promptly shooed away.

(10:47) No not weird at all (10:47) It’s perfectly natural for an insane person (10:48) Didn’t you go drinking last night? (10:48) And then you went for a jog this morning? (10:49) You might just be more scary than a murderer (10:50) Scratch that (10:50) This seems like text book serial killer behavior (10:51) Bet this is how you scope out your targets

The coffee finished brewing and Eddie starting pouring it and it was only then he realized the wall he’d sent Steve accusing him of being a killer. It looked like texts from a crazy person. He looked crazy. His friends had complained more than once about him sending these streams of texts instead of keeping it all in one response. Steve was going to see that and leave him on read, or just block his number.

[10:57] Damn guess I better come up with a new tactic.

Eddie didn’t realize how hard he was smiling until he tried to drink and spilled hot coffee on himself. Alarms were ringing in his head again but he might as well be deaf.

Part 2

[foodiegoogie]

the marauders x you when you unlock a streak with each other on tiktok

quick lil info! a tiktok streak happens when you message someone for 3 days in a row, and a streak badge (🔥) appears on the chat. then, hence the name ‘streak,’ it grows as you continue to exchange messages and tiktoks with e/o :]

note: heyyy 😋 it's been a hot minute since i posted anything worth of a read,, i was fighting for my life, finishing schoolwork HAHA but anyway, plz enjoy these headcannons in the meantime as i accomplish the requests rotting in my inbox, and continue my wips :P

"babe, are you okay? because our streak isn't. i need you to hold your end of the deal here!"

𓄃 let's be real.. james would be SO dramatic abt it. mans is devoted and loyal in every way, shape, and form—tiktok streak included!

𓄃 so when it does happen, he would never let you hear the end of it. ever. if he sees the lil fire badge on ur chat in grey and not orange? trust that he'll remind you to reply so the streak continues (indefinitely, in his preference)

𓄃 would send you the most unhinged of tiktoks; ranging from silly dances ("we should do this!!!" he would say), wholesome reminders of his love for you, and the whole shebang!!!!

𓄃 "haha this is so u" and it can either be smth super sweet n cute or smth he thought was funny but it isnt to u (in a funny way btw :3)

𓄃 but even tho our boy is a lil obnoxious most of the time, he understands ofc that realistically, the streak will have to die down for a few days :(

𓄃 but that's alright, no biggie! james is in love with u, enough to forgive u for not continuing the streak–

"are u mad at me?"

"what? no! jamie- no."

"okay :)"

(pregnant pause)

"baby?"

"yeah?"

"...our streak?"

"(sighs in fond exasperation)"

"dove, we need to talk about your screen time. yes, yes– i know, i'm a hypocrite for saying that. but my point still stands–"

☾ remus lupin is a total grandpa. in theory? nay. in essence and style? thru and thru baby!

☾ honestly i can imagine that at the beginning of ur relationship orrr myb the honeymoon phase, remus only has tiktok installed cuz a) u told him to bcoz u need him to see the stuff that comes up in ur fyp and b) it's the 21st century? it's basically this generation's newspaper now. get with the times!

☾ when a streak happens between u guys tho, it's him that accidentally unlocks it. why? oh! cuz he makes sure to reply and react to each and every single message and tiktok u send him!!! TEEHEE

☾ "oh look love!!! this is so us 🥺💞" and then 10 seconds (or less) later a notif pops up, rjlupin reacted with ❤ to your message

☾ he may follow up a reply of either "i love you" or a "ur so cheesy 😂"

☾ once remus gets the hang of it tho, he would absoluuuutely be committed to the streak.

☾ all he ever sends u is date ideas and book recs (coming from solid booktok accs btw, he isnt stupid) and those really wholesome hopecore tiktoks or slideshows of rly hard-hitting quotes that he thought was nice and thinks u should see as well :((

☾ but he's highly aware (as the quote above this hc suggests) that keeping this streak up is a team effort, and he's aware that u guys r similar in the way that ur both sleep-deprived 😭 and are prone to staying up late at night, doom scrolling on whatever socmed app or stuck inside a gripping chapter of a book :>

☾ it’s even gotten to the point where he just knows ur up at the same time he is, especially late at night. and so when the clock strikes midnight:

dove, u need to sleep. goodnight ❤️ no, YOU need to sleep ❤️ goodnight ily i love u too 🥰 but seriously, go to sleep. but our streak 🥺 it wont die. anw, im facetiming u so i know ur sleeping

☾ BONUS HC OMG ?! he would so totally be one of those bfs who would video call u as u guys r going 2 sleep and OFCCCC IT ENDS UP BEING U FALLING ASLEEP FIRST AND HIM SMILING CUZ HE FINDS U SO ADORABLE LIKE THIS AAAAA

“seriously, love? you know my love for you goes beyond sending you tiktoks every day, right?”

✶ sirius black, the nation's "bad boy", would actually be so bewildered by the whole thing LMAO he'd tease u endlessly my dude. Endlessly.

✶ but at the same time, he would secretly be kind of excited abt the whole thing :3 like what? he gets to spam u on tiktok with purpose now ???? he would (NOT) like to apologize for the nuisance he's about to become, actually

✶ the tiktoks that sirius sends u are mostly of biggg fashion accs showing off their wardrobe and doing mix n matches of diff clothing n stuff,, bcoz Duh !

✶ OH and he also sends u those rly well-made typography edits of lyrics from 70s to 80s songs because, again, DUH !

✶ he would soooooo send you those tiktoks that go "send this to ur friend and ask which berry u are!" and act all nonchalant abt it but would literally complain abt how u think of him as a raspberry, of all berries. i mean:

BUT BLACKBERRY WAS RIGHT THERE?? HOW COULD U MISS SUCH AN OPPORTUNITY??? then why did u even bother to send me this siri.... OH IM SORRY I GUESS IT WAS WRONG FOR ME TO EXPECT THAT WE'D BOTH THINK THAT I'D BE A BLACKBERRY sirius.... bffr dont 'bffr' me rn, im literally named Sirius??? treat my name w/ respect u brat!!??

✶ usually tho along with the fashion tiktoks, he'd send u the weirdest kind of shit ever. like corecore?? trippy skits??? creepy animations?? u name it, sirius will probably share it with u!

✶ if u somehow get suspiciously unresponsive in ur chat w/ him tho, which threatens the streak, he would worry loadssss like, "baby, you didn't reply to that tiktok i sent you earlier today. did i do something wrong?"

✶ ^^ kinda similar with james in a way HAHAHAH

✶ BONUS HC AS WELLLL but sirius would totally, absolutely post thirst traps of himself on tiktok.

✶ but then he'd always post them under the privacy setting of 'friends only,' and then tag u SPECIFICALLY in the captions bcoz "oh this? this is for your eyes only, love."

AHHHH OMG this is my first time doing hcs!! i hope this format was ok w u guys hue hue :3 thanks 4 reading as alwayz 🫶

[mysticworks]

Late Night Walk ~ LN4 x Reader

Prologue can be read -> here

Part i to the "Your eyes" series

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Reader is feisty and Lando is whipped

It's late at night. Lando insists to walk you home. Deciding this is his perfect time to get to know you

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C H A P T E R O N E:

Today had been exhausting. 

You were drained - it had been another day of back to back meetings as the team reflected on the seasons’ analytics. 

Data had been scrutinised, reports written and discussions made; intense decisions being the result of it all. 

Not that you wanted to recall any of it.

The clocks had moved past 10 at night and with no dinner, just mugs and mugs of coffee, it was time for you to call it a day; the hunger had begun threatening to let your more ‘primitive’ nature loose. 

As you left the building, the warm spring air from this morning seemed to be replaced with an unwelcoming chilly breeze, remnants of the winter still lingering in the air as the seasons transitioned. 

This phase of weather was always one you expressed distaste towards, never quite knowing the best way to dress for the ever changing temperature. 

You tugged on the sleeves of your hoodie, letting the fabric wrap around your fingers in a mild attempt to retain that fraction of warmth. 

To top it all off, your late leave from work meant that the last bus of the day had long since left. 

The prospect of an hour long walk back home haunted your mind - yet you trudged on anyway, eager to be home and in bed.

You sensed the presence of a figure come up, beside you, falling into step as you continued down the cobble path. 

With no intention to engage in conversation - your patience having been worn thin at this point - you continued on, sparing not a glance to the uninvited company.

“You were really cool in the meeting today, challenging Zak head on like that.”

The voice made you halt mid step. It was one you knew, all too well - from replays of interviews, to PR content displayed on the company screens, Lando Norris’ voice was more than familiar, and not in a good way.

He was the absolute last person you expected to approach you, the daggers you’d sent him in passive criticism earlier that night being something you assumed would deter him from ever consulting you.

And somehow you were wrong. 

Here he was, walking besides you, praising you for the storm you’d sent his way.

Raising a brow, you spared Norris a narrow look, wary of his intent, adamant not to entertain conversation.

He continued alongside you anyway, ignoring your glare completely and instead outstretching his hand in offering, “Ice cream?”

“No thanks.”  

You looked pointedly straight ahead, refusing to make the acknowledgement. 

He gave a shrug of his shoulder, biting into his own cone; exaggerated humming to signal how great it tasted.

Something about the racer was really, really setting you off - maybe it was how mirthful he always was - too immaturely peppy and buoyant - even way past 10pm in the night, after a horrendous working day. 

You’d caught his expression in the meeting earlier - the same smirk on his face sending a hangry rage coursing through you.

You had the urge to speed walk away - when a huge rumble erupted from your stomach. 

The chortle from Lando was enough indication that he’d heard your body's plea for food, and he shoved the ice cream cone into your hand once more, “I think you need that, actually.”

Embarrassed wasn’t a strong enough word. 

You felt the heat in your cheeks swallow you whole, as you pried the cone from his grasp, taking a sheepish bite in. 

You mumbled a thanks. Despite the cold night air, the ice cream was savoured - some food after hours of none, a much needed relief. 

Not that you’d admit that to Lando anytime soon.

A silence fell between you, and you almost forgot Lando was walking beside you - the pair of you busy in tucking into your cold treats. Your steps had synchronised, a slow walk through the company complex. 

By now, you’d walked well past the car park, exiting the compound from the main gate and onto the main road. 

Lando peered at you, raising his brow, “Waiting for a ride?”

A click of the tongue conveyed your refusal, “not everyone has a personal chauffeur Norris.”

He stopped his pace and you continued on, leaving him behind in what seemed bewilderment.

“Most of the population uses public transport, or walks.” Your unnecessary dig at his wealth was ignored completely - he seemed entirely unbothered, jogging to catch up with you instead. 

“Would you like a ride then?” His expression was soft - something you hadn’t expected, and he seemed genuine in his offering. 

Your answer was curt, “No.”

“Why not?” 

“I’m not getting into a stranger's car.”

The driver feigned mock hurt, placing a hand on his chest as he gave a dramatic gasp, “I’m no stranger.” 

“No, no, of course not. We’re childhood best friends.”

You rolled your eyes, the sarcasm oozing from every word and Lando replied with a huge grin, his eyes sparkling as he resumed his simultaneous steps beside you. 

“I guess I’ll just have to walk you home then.”

“I’ll pass - I'd prefer some peace thanks.”

“Please, allow me, I take pride in being quite the gentleman.” He threw a wink your way, and you had to swallow the urge to swat at him - to which he only giggled himself silly. 

You offered him a scoff in reply. “It’s quite a walk - I don’t think the celebrity in you will make it.” 

“Oh please, I’m a high performance athlete. I’m sure I’ll survive.”

With a dramatic flex of his biceps, Lando wiggled his brows, and you found yourself chortling. 

You had to admit, although irritating at times, there was a charismatic nature to Norris. 

Something light hearted that made him just that slight bit more bearable. 

“So why are you so adamant to give me a walk home anyway?” The question had been lingering on your mind, and at some point you couldn't hold it back anymore. 

It didn’t make sense to you.

Why would The Lando Norris - famous racing driver and McLaren’s star - come and walk with you in the first place? 

Especially after you’d pointed multiple fingers his way, in the meeting, merely hours ago.

Lando sent a look your way, pondering for a second, as if coming up with a suitable reply, before pointing ahead, “because of things like that.” 

You followed Lando's gaze.

On the opposite side of the road, a brawl seemed to be conjuring; a group of intoxicated people scrambling out of a nearby bar and spilling on the streets.

Each seemed to be shouting at the other, a few hands flying and throwing fists into the air - senseless. It was quite the barbarous scrabble; rowdy in the night's silence.

“It's not a safe time to be out alone at night.” 

Lando asserting protective behaviour certainly took you by surprise, filling you with a strange feeling. One you couldn't quite describe. 

With every passing moment, as you got to know him, the assumptions you'd made about him, expelled little by little - a sense of guilt beginning to gnaw at you.

Maybe he wasn't too bad after all. 

Lando mumbled on, continuing, “that, and you have the most beautiful eyes.”

You blinked hard trying to digest his response. 

Lando Norris flushed deep red.

He looked gobsmacked at his own words - as if they'd spilled out unintentionally and his hands flew to cover his mouth, uncomprehending. 

An awkwardness filled the air, neither saying a word as you walked on.

You looked eagerly for a way to avert the conversation, to break the deadly silence you'd been submerged in - but Lando beat you to it.

“So what's your role in the team? Since you were in the meeting I'm guessing you're one of the higher ups.” 

You gave him a wry smile, “Well the official title is, Senior Data Analyst, not too high up actually.” 

“Senior Analyst? Do you get any cooler?” His expression was incredulous, gaping at thin air. You felt a playful thump on your forearm, “Miss y/l/n - the big shot.”

It was your turn to become a shade of pink - never really being complemented before on your position. 

Although you’d been proud of moving up the ranks soon after joining McLaren, you’d never been given the opportunity to really grow, well deserved promotions turned away in ‘under the table’ favours.

“Eh, not really, I missed out on the lead position.” 

Lando sent you an inquisitive look, urging you to elaborate. 

The memory brought a tug at your heart- as if it was being pinched from within- a clear sign you’d never really moved on from the rejection you’d faced that day. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Let’s just say: nepotism, inequality and business politics.”

You'd realised that Lando was an attentive listener.

He'd always wait for you to finish before drawing out more with exactly the right phrases. 

“That really sucks - I'm positive you would've been the better fit, with how intelligent you seem.” 

He changed his tone, giving it a more hopeful, brighter edge, “I'm sure you'll bag a promotion soon. Maybe even take over. Zak was threatened, that's for sure.” 

He nudged you a little with his elbow, and the pair of you found yourself breaking out into a fit of hysterics - replaying the meeting from both perspectives. 

It was encouraging to hear someone say those words. Affirmation of your career being a success - someone rooting for you out of pure kindness and not some warped, twisted ill-intent. 

For the first time that night, you felt grateful Lando was beside you. 

His words gave you the inspiration you never knew you were missing.

Eventually your conversation drifted, moving on to how you'd never seen a formula one race - live, the fact shocking Lando - who promised he'd somehow get you the full experience. 

“You have to see me racing - it'll blow you away seeing how talented I am. Maybe if you're nice I'll even invite you on the podium with me.” 

He'd seemed so proud - giving himself a pat on the back.

You'd snorted at him in snide sarcasm, poking fun, “Yeah, sure. I'll have to pray for you not to crash.”

He couldn't fathom how a respected team member, had never been invited to a race, and you'd fallen into explanation of how your role meant during races you were sat in the headquarters race control room - ambushed with screens and screens of numbers.

“Maybe when you're CEO you'll help me win a championship.” 

You raised your nose in the air, “Nope. I'm kicking you off the team first.” 

Lando fell into a dramatic feign of tears, puffing out his chest in a show of pride, “You'll be losing such great talent.” 

Somehow between the start, to now, the distance between the pair of you had closed, little by little. 

As you turned the corner of your street, you felt the back of Lando’s hand brush against yours, ever so slightly. 

Neither of you moved away- skin tingling with every bristle of contact. His knuckles were calloused, evident as they touched momentarily against yours. 

A deep fluttering erupted in your stomach, one that forced a gush of heat to take over your body. It was remarkable how such minimal contact could cause such a torrent of butterflies.

Your apartment was fast approaching now, and you sneaked a glance his way from the corner of your eye. 

Lando was biting down on his lip, blushing beetroot red.

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L A N D O ’ S P O V:

Time had gone too quickly.

I felt as if we'd only just started talking and yet here we were, having walked an hour away from the office, outside residential apartment blocks, home to Miss Senior Analyst.

There was still so much more to say. So much more to ask. 

Every exchange with her had been so interesting. 

Her intelligence shone through her words - but there was something more...she was genuine.

No sugar coats, no fake laughs, no pretend kindness.

It felt like the first time I'd been seen. 

Like someone had been unafraid to speak to me normally.

Mumbling a goodbye with a hand flick for a wave, I watched y/n turn her back towards me, the distance between us growing with every step she took.

I felt a pull at my chest forcing me to say something, anything, before she really left. 

I had to find a way to see her again.

“Hey!” she turned her head in my direction, blinking, and I gulped involuntarily - gosh those eyes were so intense. 

It was hard to get used to them, so piercing and bright, like they saw through me even though I had nothing to hide.

“Do you-” 

She picked up on the slight stutter of my sentence, her brows cocking up in amusement.

I brought my hand up to my hair, raking through the tangled mess of curls with my fingers- searching for the right words.

“Would you be up for maybe…some sort of... us two...together ? We could - you said you've never -”

The words weren't coming out right and my stomach clenched, exasperated. 

She waited, expectant.

I took a deep breath, swallowing. “I'd like to take you on a hot lap around the Silverstone track, if you'd be up for it?”

The pause between her reply felt like an eternity, my heart thudding louder with every passing second.

“I'll consider it. Maybe.” I could hear the smirk in her voice - playful - teasing. 

She was messing with me, refusing to offer the satisfaction of a confirmed “yes” but keeping me thrilled without a flat out “no”. 

It drove me insane - the constant teasing - the snide remarks - the sarcasm.

It all drove me so insane.

She turned on her heel, up the steps to her apartment, leaving me grinning like the fool I felt.

I now had a hot lap to arrange.

Time to bribe, convince my manager.

[sturniolos-blog]

could you write one where ella has a boyfriend but she sneaks him in her room at night but then matt knocks on her door and ella hides her bf in the closet so then matt comes in to grab something like idk her laundry basket or something but he hears something in the closet so he goes and checks and then sees a boy so he gets pissed and yea you can go from there ig

Liar - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - arguing, swearing, yelling, fluff

disclaimer: 3rd person POV, ella’s 14 in this

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10:48pm

Ella giggled as she sneaked her boyfriend Max in her room, letting out a louder laugh as he almost tripped.

“Cállate! My parents!” Ella whisper shouted.

cállate: shut up

“Sorry!” Max whisper shouted back as they got on her bed.

She shook her head before pulling him in for a kiss, her climbing on top of him and straddling his lap.

Ella hasn’t had sex and has not been planning on it, the farthest she goes is making out, and Max is okay with that.

Max pulled away from the kiss for a second, “What if we get caught?” He asked, sort of breathless.

Ella scoffed, “I’m not stupid, i told my parents i was going to bed early. Unless they come to watch me sleep and i don’t know about it, we’re good.” She jokes going back in for another kiss as their lips move against each others.

“Hey, Estrella?” Ella heard Matt call from the hallway.

Ella quite literally felt her heart drop to her ass, “Shit! Get in the closet!” She yelled in a quiet voice, getting off of Max and pushing him to her closet, closing the closet door and quickly getting under her covers.

“Hey, baby?” Matt says as he walks in holding a laundry basket, turning on her overhead light as he entered the room.

She didn’t have enough time to fake sleep so she just acted like she was trying to fall asleep. She sits up and fakes a yawn, “Yeah, dad?”

Matt smiles at her, “Sorry, i know you said you were going to bed but mom wanted me to tell you to not forget to put these away before school tomorrow.” Matt says, putting the basket on her desk chair.

“Okay, thanks. Night, dad.” Ella smiles, almost getting away with Max hiding in her closet. Almost.

“Night, sw-”

Clank

Ella felt her stomach start to hurt as she heard the noise from the closet, hoping her father hadn’t heard.

“What was that?” Matt asks curiously, walking to the closet and opening the door.

Surprise, surprise. Max was there.

Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, “Max! Lovely surprise! Can i ask you what you might be doing in my daughter’s closet at almost eleven o clock at night?” Matt asks, sarcasm hinted in his voice.

Ella sits up, “Da-”

“No, Ella. I’ll deal with you later. Max, im gonna have to ask you to leave, buddy.” Matt says as he clean clenches his jaw, Max nods.

“Bye, Ella!” Max calls out before walking downstairs, he lived two houses down so it’s not like Matt sent a 14 year old to walk home by himself, he’s not that cruel.

Matt turns around as his face with red with anger. “E-”

“Por qué acabo de ver a Max walk out of our house?” Y/n interrupts as she walks in the room, pointing behind her motioning towards where she saw Max.

Por qué acabo de ver a Max: Why did I just see Max

“Estrella snuck him in.” Matt says, crossing his arms as he looks at her.

“What!?” Y/n exclaims.

“No, i didn’t!” Estrella tried to defend herself, not really getting anywhere though.

“Estrella, there’s no way Max appeared in your closet out of no where!” Matt yells, “I’m not joking, I like Max and he’s a good boyfriend but you can’t just sneak him in ‘cause you wanna see him. That’s not how this is gonna work.” Matt sighs.

“Oooo! Dad just told you!” Mailo laughs as he walks in the room too.

“Get out, loser! No one wants you here!” Ella yells, grabbing her pillow from behind her and throwing it at Mailo.

Mailo laughs, “Oh right, you only want Max in here so you two can make-”

“Shut up!” Ella cuts him off.

“Alright, both of you chill out. Estrella, that’s not okay that you lied to us. There’s gonna have to be some sort of consequence.” Y/n shrugs, she never really gave Ella a consequence, they were both relaxed parents and Ella usually never lied.

Y/n looks at Matt, he looks back with a confused look, “Why are you looking at me?” He scoffs.

“Because you found Max. You have to give the punishment.” Y/n whisper shouts even though Mailo and Estrella can still hear them.

“I’m not good at giving punishments!” Matt whisper shouts back.

Y/n puts her hands up, “Neither am I!”

“Grounded for a hundred years with no phone and i get her room!” Mailo calls out.

“Cállate, pendejo!” Estrella yells, grabbing her other pillow from her bed and throwing it at him.

Cállate, pendejo: Shut up, asshole

Mailo laughs, “Ahora tú debería dormir en el sótano para eso.” Pointing at Ella as she lets out a frustrated groan.

Ahora tú debería dormir en el sotano para eso: Now you should sleep in the basement for that.

Matt shakes his head, “Okay, no one is sleeping in the basement, alright?” Matt directs it towards Mailo but then turns back to Ella. “Grounded for two weeks, you can keep your phone you just can’t see Max, and you can’t go out. Deal?” Matt says.

Estrella shrugs, “Okay, i’m sorry i snuck him in.” She looks down.

Y/n gasps, “Do not try and guilt trip your father! Okay, everyone out of the room, let’s go!” Y/n says, “Night, sweetheart.” Y/n drags Mailo and Matt out of the room.

“I feel bad..” Matt whispers.

“Dad, no! You can’t give in! Los ojos! Los ojos! No lo hagas! No lo hagas!” Mailo says very very dramatically, gripping onto Matt’s shirt like someone’s dying. Y/n let’s out a laugh and pushes Mailo’s head playfully.

Los ojos! Los ojos! No lo hagas! No lo hagas!: The eyes! The eyes! Don’t do it! Don’t do it!

Matt gives a sad smile.

“Go to bed, Mai.” Y/n says, ruffling his hair.

“Okay.” Mailo starts to walk towards his room but turns around quickly, “Can i still get Ella’s room?” He puts his hands together as he pleads.

“No!” Ella answers for Y/n. Y/n letting out a laugh as Mailo groans and dramatically walks to his room.

“Should we lower it down to one week?” Matt asks.

“No! Matt she lied to us. I feel bad but as long as this doesn’t happen again it’s okay. We’re just not used to her lying to us, and i hope we don’t have to get used to it.” Y/n sighs, resting her head on Matt’s shoulder.

“Me too.” He says, kissing Y/n’s forehead.

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alright this fic was sorta goofy and like idk i don’t really like it but womp womp yk i hope you enjoyed the spanish part of it tho

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[ja-stuff]

For the last 10 years

Character: Zhongli

Warnings: (Reader was never on the receiving end.) Reader has the Countdown Disease (?), light swearing, slight redundancy of words, light mentions of bleeding

Genre: Angst, only angst (no comfort at all).

Note: Another work that might have punctuation, sentence, and typographical errors as this is not yet 'again' proofread, but I just wanna post something to update you i'm still alive and writing lol. Please enjoy! ♥

09:00

[How alone must you feel every single day.]

You tossed to your left and stretched your arms out to the side where you know your partner is supposed to be sleeping early this morning. The coldness of the empty space sends disappointment in your system, slowly accept the fact that he will never stay like how he had always been in the last 10 years of your relationship.

You never knew that you would fall in love, you despised it from when you were little. So when you grew up and were of the right age, the thing you once knew you didn’t know existed in your system, overwhelming you with different kinds of emotions which drowned you to the core and you were not even expecting that it will be from an Archon Morax, Rex Lapis himself, or Zhongli as what you… everyone has been calling him in the last 10 years. 

[A home that was supposed to make you closer]

Trying to dismiss the waves of memories from the events which happened last night, you tried to force a smile and patted your shoulder lightly to encourage yourself a little to get through the day. You got up and unsteadily made your way to the bathroom to wash, knocking over a few things from the hallway of your cold home located at one of the mountains surrounding Liyue harbor. Grunting, you safely entered the bathroom and filled the sink with water, but the familiar rush of a headache coming to you followed by a nosebleed that painted the water a pale red made you think of the only flower you first and last received from Zhongli. You were reminded of the silk flower and the way how Zhongli gave it to you under a rainbow from where your house was standing in the last 10 years came rushing to mind as if it was just yesterday when he went and stirred up your world.

Then again, thinking about Zhongli made you relive the disagreements he made before leaving. The images of him being slightly irritated with how persistent you were from last night’s argument, how you pushed yourself into his bubble as your only wish for his acceptance, voicing out and trying to make him understand your feelings and what you have been through, from how you raised your voice at him for the very first time to put yourself in authority to make him listen and stay. But last night was too messy and none of the words you spat you could recall. Hence the memory of how you looked at his back turned to silhouette as it disappeared in one of Liyue’s coldest-darkest hours is so vivid as if it is his sign to silently dismiss the fight without even trying to speak his mind about the matter, leaving your growing anxiety worse. 

But just as the house was stirred last night full of hurt emotions and words, it is now too quiet enough to question yourself whether you have been living mute, deaf, and hidden in the last 10 years.

[A clock that ticks to remind you it’s enough]

Looking at your reflection in the mirror you read the clock that only you– you alone can see…

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds)

00:00:00:08:02:55

Eight hours… Even with just the remaining hours you have, there is no Zhongli around to make you feel less lonely as you near your time to permanently leave him… To leave Liyue… To leave the world… You swallow the lump in your throat that was threatening to melt together with your tears and a heavy heart. 

“What the h–hell did I do?” you voiced out… “Was it so wrong to l-love?” 

“Was I not cut for this?” tears started to flow like a stream, “Was it so hard to receive o-one, when all I did was t-to g-ive?” trying to think of more questions, one thought got you.

“W–was I w–wrong to love an a–archon?” 

You trembled as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Disheveled hair, a thin face, and deep and tired-looking eyes were all you have seen in front of you. In the last 10 years, this is the first time you see yourself so broken, that you do not have any idea how to keep a neat appearance in front of the Archon you loved in your final moments. 

“No– what was I–I think? He– he is the person I always love… How can I say that… I–’m sorry..”

You kneeled on the ground carefully touching it as you closed your eyes and silently whispered, “Zhongli, my love, I wish you would come home early today...” knowing well that your archon lover will probably pick up the waves of your voice just by the vibrations of the ground.

13:30

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds)

00:00:00:03:30:07

[How Baizhu and the others see you]

It reads, three hours… You slumped on the chair across from Baizhu’s seat in his office, you waited for him to finish passing on some instructions to Qiqi who was at the counter of the Bubu Pharmacy.

“What brought you here Y/n?”

“I– uh… How do I look first?” you asked, putting on your best smile in front of the man who you had been close to ever since you became Ningguang’s maiden years ago.

“Uh… well you look the same? Come on, tell me what’s the matter?” Baizhu gets to the point directly. Your bright smile could not fool him, and you just looked at his standing figure that is currently examining the new medicinal herbs brought to the pharmacy this morning. You got up and sneakily hugged his back, which startled Baizhu but regained his composure.

“If you only need to hug someone, go ask your archon for a hug! I’m busy!” 

“Why are you so cold?” you chuckled

“‘Am not! So what happened? Take a seat.” With how persistent you were, Baizhu decided to stop what he was doing and listened to you.

“First off, here! Take this.” you gave him three sealed boxes wherein a time spell was cast. “Yours is the green one, Ningguang’s got the gold, and– Zhongli gets–”

“Wait?! You’re telling me to give this to your partner?! Hell no, why should I? You live in the same house.” 

“But you know he’s not always home…”

Upon hearing your words, Baizhu’s stubbornness subsided, and watched your shoulders droop. Somehow the action you did make him feel like he is missing something that you were not telling him.

“Are you leaving Liyue harbor?” you did not answer his question and remained still in your seat as you tried to steady your breaths. “Are you finally leaving him?” 

When Baizhu asked the latter, the emotions you have been trying to hide since making your way to Bubu pharmacy started to show. Hands trembling, and tears falling, you looked at Baizhu with complete sadness in your eyes, which took Baizhu seconds to a minute before he tried to search for answers in his box forcing it open but the item won’t budge. 

“Silly… Stop struggling! You won’t be able to open it until 18:00. Ah, right! Zhongli… his– his is this white with gold lining box…” you let out a chuckle before you wiped your tears.

“I’ll miss you, Baizhu…” You took a step closer to him and opened your arms in front of him. Baizhu did not move from his seat, he was not sure whether to take it too as your very actions slightly gave him a sense of anxiety that he never knew you’d ever make him feel… Not from you, a friend he knew that shone the brightest as long as he could remember.

“You know… Y/n, this is scary… you’re scaring me. Why? You can talk to me and Ningguang… Y’know?��� slowly indulging himself with the warmth of your embrace, he could feel your heartbeat. A beating he has never heard before…

“Hey you– are you okay?!” he stood up leaving you standing still, he racked his desk drawers to look for some equipment to try and hear your heart…

“Thank you, Baizhu…” you whispered as you left the pharmacy and ran as far away as you could from Bubu pharmacy.

“By the way, your archon went here last night and he–” Successfully grabbing the item he was looking for, Baizhu turned around but was only met by the scent of your shadows crowding the whole office. 

“Y/n?”

14:45

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:02:15:02)

Two hours… and he still hasn’t gone home. You thought it was late and you did not bother to cook yourself a meal for lunch, nor prepared a meal for Morax to eat… You sat on the newly bought gazebo outside your house to breathe Liyue’s fresh air for the last time. Smiling as you take in nature's welcome on your slowly weakening body, the warm rays of the sun touching your face as it also made your hair shine a different hue from your original hair color, the breeze of nature tickling each of your active senses, the breathtaking views of the mountains, and Liyue harbor overwhelming the extent of what your eyes can see… It’s more than that.

Yes, Liyue is more than that… As you were filled with a short amount of Joy in your alone time, you remembered the lantern rite. You slowly went inside the house and looked for the lantern you had prepared beforehand, lighting it up as you softly whispered and called “Xiao” a name that you know will come to you right away, making you meet the person you knew was close to the archon you love come with just one command.

“Y/n, you called?” the familiar voice and appearance of a boy a little taller than you appeared, his eyes fixed on the lighted lantern you were holding. 

“Hey, Xiao…” you flashed a grin, hiding the fact to him that you’re starting to grow a little weaker as your time ticks down. “Mind if I light it first?” you asked, voice as sweet as ever, melting Xiao’s cold soul. Reminding him how the last 10 years of being there to protect you on behalf of Morax’s command, this is the first time you initiated to light a lantern first, instead of being the last, and the sun is still up at that.

“I don’t but won’t it make sense? The sun is still running around Liyue, why light it this early?” Xiao questioned, “I just wanna be the first one to light it up for you this year… (When I see them, I’ll tell them you said Hi…)” you said but whispered the last sentence making Xiao squint his eyes trying to decipher words that were showing in your mouth.

“Here…” You walked past his figure and went to higher ground near the cliff at the back of your house. You closed your eyes and said your little prayers, as you slowly knelt and touched the ground once more to call for Zhongli, hoping that this time he’d come to you once you asked. As you let go of the lantern in broad daylight, your last words to give to Zhongli came out.

“My Morax, come home. I’m tired.” Once the silent words were delivered you felt a hot air surrounding you, and the ground shaking a little. “Get up, Y/n. I was being called by others again.” Xiao helped you up, and you just took his hand and touched his forehead. 

“Oh, I see! I hope I did not take too much of your time. Also, I wish for you to accept this, Xiao. I just wanted to thank you.”

“It is my duty. Part of my responsibility. It is my honor to be called by you, Y/n.” the words Xiao let out made you feel sad but you forced a laugh so he won’t suspect that something was going on with you at the moment.

“I think you should get going now. Thank you, Xiao.” He bowed to you and kept the small box you gave him, similar to the one you gave Baizhu.

“I wish to see him cry over me before I leave.”

16:50

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:00:15:00)

Minutes… it says fifteen minutes… You only have fifteen minutes left to stay awake and see him, to thank him, to give him your last smile, to have your last talk with him, to ask him your last question, to receive the last assurance you ever wished, your last minutes to hear the words you wanted to hear more from him, last minutes to wait for him before you puff the last air you could ever breathe out, to give him your last I love you,

… and your last kiss to give him the last goodbye. Yet there’s still no Zhongli appearing in front of you. He hadn’t come to any of your pleads. He is not with you… He was never with you in the last 10 years of your relationship.

(00:00:00:0:07:00)

You sighed as you made your way back to the gazebo and sat on the ground where it stands and listened to the distant sound that the joyous people of Liyue harbor were making as they pulled their last-minute preparations for the festival. Every second felt like torture to you, thinking to yourself about how the man you loved the most did not give you the love that you deserved and was not able to give you the assurance you needed all the years you have been together. 

Now, you’re drowning in your memories of the past welcoming the pain you’re feeling, with your senses deteriorating little by little, and your eyes falling its last tears along with your vision getting blurry enveloping you to unwelcomed darkness in each passing second that not even the bright lights coming from Liyue’s Lantern Rite Festival can make bring back your sight, ‘It was nice seeing the region you made brighter than ever, Morax...’ 

“ Morax, I–.” were your last words before you breathed your last sweet breath, your head slowly dropping on the bench, as the sound of LIyue’s people started to move near the mountain 

17:00

(Years:Months:Days:Hours:Minutes: Seconds) 

(00:00:00:00:00:10)

Your time is up. Your lungs are burning as it tries to take in more air. You know that it won’t make any difference even if you ask to have your time extended to properly end things with Zhongli, but fate was never once on your side after you met him. All you ever experienced in the last 10 years was anything but not love and assurance. You believed that his heart was never with you after 1 year of being together, yet you never failed to lose hope that maybe one day, he’ll be able to see you and care for you like how you were with him. But wishing is a luxury to you when you are already with an archon who can give you that, ‘won’t it be too much to ask for a little more’ Yes, you believed it is true, but if only you were a little selfish, maybe this rare disease did not come looking for you.

Accepting the harsh reality, you thought to yourself that even at this moment, you could never bring yourself to hate Zhongli, not even once in the last 10 years have you thought of hating him even if it is too painful to love him but only one selfish thought came to you, touching the ground for the last time, you whispered in your mind. “I do not wish to meet you in my next life, Morax…” 

With your body losing its warmth, the last tear taking its last drop, and your pupils slowly dilating, comes the sound of the fireworks from Liyue harbor shooting at the skies reflecting the colorful sparkles dancing in your lifeless eyes…

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Aaaaaaaaah! How was it? I was tearing the whole time writing this one! Btw. Might make a Zhongli POV one. Unsure when to post as work has been keeping me lately. But I really hope you liked this one. Thank you so much for reaching up to this point, I appreciate it! Stay safe, hydrated, and take care sunshine!

Oh, and here's part 2!

Love,

Ja ♥

[magicalink]

❥Perfect Night

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When Kunikuzushi got out of his ratcave to set the table, it was late. You had already done it and were sitting at the table with a radiant smile that annoyed the shit out of him.

Yae was serving the food and his mother was sneering at him with a deadly glare.

"You couldn't do one simple task." she sentenced with a cold voice.

"Don't worry Ei, it was no problem," you said, quickly drawing another smile on your face to calm the waters, rising from your seat to extend your hand to Kuni to beg him to join the table and end the uncomfortable scene.

But when you stood up and he saw you in your beautiful, tight dress, his whole body went pale except for his face, which turned bright red. It was just too much. Too short, too tight, and your cleavage drained the blood of all his bidy to send it to another place.

"A-are you okay??" You asked, worried by his suddenly sick appearance, completely oblivious of the reason.

"My stomach hurts really bad…" he lied with a grunt, putting his hand over said part of his body. The other one stayed mysteriously in one of the pockets of his dark sweatpants "I'll skip dinner." he said and quickly fled back to his den.

He slammed the door shut behind him, fuming with anger.

He was so mad at you for being so beautiful and so fucking compliant. Always the golden girl.

But he was even madder at himself for having a fucking boner over you.

What a pathetic virgin. Simply disgusting! Getting hard at the mere sight of you, like you were finally getting inside his head, fooling him too!

He was grossed out at his reaction. So he threw himself on his desk chair and put on his headphones to discharge his rage onto some poor random on an online game. Yeah, that would relax him and make his boner disappear.

Ei mumbled under her breath, cursing his son, not believing a single word from him, tired of his childish and useless behavior. You and your mother backed him up to calm her down.

"Poor Kuni," you said. Like mother like daughter. Always protecting the peace of that poor home.

You finished eating in harmony and your mom offered to do the dishes since you were leaving for the party.

At 10 pm o' clock, Barbara's dad honked in front of your door with his white church van. And you shivered in anticipation. You were really nervous. But determined to ask Huffman out!

"Have fun sweetie!" Your mom yelled from the kitchen.

"Be careful," Ei said with a solemn voice.

"Bye!" You exclaimed with an excited smile, closing the door behind you.

Barbara and Keqing waved at you from the window.

You jumped into the car and said hi to them. Then you left for the party.

This night was super important. You could feel it in your gut. Something life-changing was going to occur. The party had to be perfect!

At around 2:30 am, you were coming back home with your makeup ruined and your heart broken.

"It's okay, Y/N, he's a total idiot, you'll feel better soon," Keqing said, patting your shoulders to comfort you.

Long story short, Huffman avoided you all night long and when you were determined to face him, you found him kissing another girl. All your hopes were crushed and you felt betrayed and humiliated.

Luckily, you had loyal friends by your side. Even if your friendship was recent, it was already strong. Keqing was especially present, always taking care of you and being the voice of reason. She was like an older sister to you.

After soothing your cries, she called her daddy to pick you up early.

Now he had stopped in front of your house.

"Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?" She asked with a worried expression.

You shook your head, wiping away your last tears with your wrist, finishing to fully smudge your black mascara.

"It's okay," you sniffed, pulling yourself together. "I need some alone time," you whispered.

"That's healthy," she nodded approvingly with her usual serious look.

Before leaving, you pulled her into a warm hug.

"Thanks for being by my side," you sobbed in the crook of her neck.

At first, she was a bit shocked at your action but she quickly hugged you back, moved.

"That's what friends are for," she said, her firm hands giving you some sense of security.

You said thanks and goodbyes and you stepped off the car to walk to your doorstep.

You reached for your keys inside your purse and opened the door. You waved a last goodbye to Keqing and her daddy, before closing it behind you. You kinda didn't recognize him but you didn't care, you were too lost in your painful emotions.

The house was in complete silence when you entered. That gave you some peace. You didn't want your family to see you like that. To get worried over something so trivial.

Yeah, it was so trivial but it hurt like hell.

You went to the bathroom to take your makeup off. Then got taken aback by your battered reflection in the mirror. You looked like a dejected raccoon, with all your mascara smudged all over your reddened face.

You had been crying a lot.

Right then, you felt so lonely.

Despite having this little assembled family, you had to give your everything every day to keep it all together. And both Kuni and Ei were so distant and cold.

Your mom was an angel and you loved her deeply. But you felt you couldn't tell her about these feelings you had. That would only worry her.

Despite remaining friends, you felt really lonely when you broke up with Guy, because it felt like you weren't really a part of his family like you had thought. He never called you again.

So you were happy and thankful for having met such good friends at this school. They were so nice you couldn't believe it. Especially Keqing. Having her by your side, backing you up, and supporting you made you feel you weren't completely alone. Made you feel safe and loved by true friends.

That gave you strength. They would help you get over these nasty feelings, you were sure. But that would take time.

You went to your room to put on a night dress and then got inside your bed, still sobbing a little bit. You wanted to sleep it off.

You still felt down. It was like the little pieces of your broken heart were stinging the inside of your chest. It was so unfair. It made no sense! What was going on inside Huffman's mind??

You thought he was your friend! He was clearly flirting with you! He kissed you, he had sex with you for archon's sake!

Was that it?! Your sadness suddenly became anger. Was that why he stopped talking to you? Because he just wanted sex and now he had no interest in you?! If that was it, he was a complete jerk.

And you thought he was a nice guy! Damn him, you should have never given such a popular guy a chance!

You gritted your teeth. If he was that kind of guy, then he didn't deserve you shedding more tears for him.

Well, that was easy to say but not to do. You felt like shit for being treated so poorly. Luckily the anger took away your need to cry. But it also made you remember how needy and unsatisfied you were…

You rubbed your thighs together under the sheets, your clit begged to feel some friction.

It wouldn't hurt to touch yourself to alleviate that thirst you had been holding for such a long time. That would help you sleep. Yeah, you had been working so hard lately, you deserved some rest.

So you put on your headphones and started some boyfriend ASMR and moved one of your hands to one of your breasts and the other one down your body until slipping it inside your panties. You started to search for the spots that made you feel good. 

Everything was marching right, except for the fact that you didn't quite know yet what to think about to further stimulate yourself. You would only think of Huffman again over your dead body! Guy? So boring! You kept browsing through your brain trying to find a handsome man, someone you would like his hands to be in the place of yours right then. It didn't need to be someone from the school, it could be an actor, an idol, someone you saw on tv…

Your finger suddenly stopped over your eager clit when you discovered yourself thinking about the guy next room again. You felt a sudden wave of heat take over your body. It was half dark in your room, but you were sure your whole body was fire red. You were ashamed, so ashamed of being thinking about Kuni. Again.

Your breath hitched. Did you really want his cold, scratchy hands all over your body, touching your sensitive spots and flicking your buds with the pads of his pale fingers?

Well, maybe? Because upon thinking about it your whole body trembled with a soft tickle. Your mind disagreed, but you gave it a chance. Fantasizing about it didn't mean you wanted it in real life, right? That's what you told yourself. Doing it with Kuni was impossible, not only because your mom was madly in love with his but also because he was really mean.

You had always been too benevolent with him, always the only one in the world who insisted that he was a nice person under that prickly exterior. And you really meant it. But that didn't mean you would go out with him if he kept being such an asshole. Of course not. You didn't let Huffman step all over you, you wouldn't let Kuni either. Or anyone, for that matter!

Yeah, that was it, masturbating to Kuni didn't mean you wanted him for real. He had a terrible attitude. But it was just his beautiful body you were feasting upon in your mind. His lean figure, his handsome face, his attractive voice…

You imagined his voice saying hot things that would never cross his virgin mind in real life, and his rough hands all worn down by playing videogames but never touching a woman’s body pushing all the right buttons to make your folds melt and clench around nothing, urging you to kick the panties away.

Dang, it worked like magic.

You started to lightly shake the bed as you approached your orgasm, moving your legs along to accompany the movements of your masturbation. You had to kick the covers away because the heat was insufferable. You even slid a finger inside your folds, then two, then you wondered how much Kuni would be packing down there and how it would feel if he put it inside of you, and then the release was right around the corner…

Meanwhile, the door at the end of the corridor opened and Kunikuzushi got out of his cave to go to the bathroom. When he arrived at said place, his face contorted and his eye twitched upon seeing your stunning short dress thrown onto the tiled floor.

"So she's back??" He thought, irritated.

And he became furious when he realized he had a boner because of you again. Because of your fucking tight dress. He cursed you under his breath and it took all of his self-control to refrain from picking up your dress and ripping it out of pure anger. He opened the running water and washed his face, trying to calm down. He contemplated his reflection in the mirror with disgust.

He looked at himself in the eyes, with hatred for being so weak, for almost falling for your dirty charms. 

The truth was that when you had arrived, you were too sad to realize you had left the dress on the floor and the door to your bedroom a little bit open, but in his paranoid mind he was sure you had done it on purpose to provoke him.

So he decided it was time to put a stop to your disrespect and to say something. Out of anger, he finally decided. He would pick up your disgustingly sexy dress and throw it at your face and scold you for leaving your things all over the place.

But first, he had to calm down his blush and his boner or he would look utterly pathetic. 

It took a lot of cold water down his face until he could calm down and get his dick soft enough to be able to pee and wash his hands and face all over again to prepare himself to confront you but he finally made it.

He took the dress harshly in one fist and stepped out of the bathroom courageously, ready to assert his dominance over you. It was the first time he would do it with you the same way he did with everyone else: aggressively. So he was excited, cocky, eager…

Until he entered your room and caught you masturbating. And not only that, but in a very heated way. 

He got completely paralyzed, stiff from head to toe his cock especially. His already pale skin went almost transparent, except of course for his poor cheeks. 

He couldn't believe his eyes. With the light that entered the room from the hallway, they witnessed, open wide, as your cute little nightdress was pulled over your waist, leaving your pussy on full display for him to see from where he was standing by the door.

He gulped down unconsciously. He couldn't believe just how beautiful it was. All swollen from arousal, so incredibly wet! And you were giving him no rest, rubbing circles on the clit with one hand and sticking two fingers inside with the other, pulling them in and out but also stopping to shove them as deep as possible, insisting on that sweet perfect spot…

He couldn't even think about his raging boner, his heart was thumping so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He just couldn't seem to decide what to stare at. If your beautiful face, contorted in an expression of pleasure, your plush breasts barely covered by the dress, your hard nipples pushing against the cloth, or then again your breath-taking pussy.

It was just too wet. Damn too wet. His heart was ringing in his ears wondering what on earth could have turned you on so hard as to get so damn wet and have so much fun with yourself.

Luckily or unluckily, by mere coincidence the most unexpected answer fell off your lips with the lewdest moan he had ever heard not that he had heard any in real life but anyway it was very lewd:

"K-kuni…" you panted as you finally reached your orgasm, your eyes pressed shut as you got lost in your feeling of pleasure. Yeah not only your body was feeling amazing by your knowledge of how to touch yourself, but your little fantasy about Kuni being all nice and hot with you, ramming his cock inside of you just the way you told him, made your heart race and your toes curl.

This was just too much. More than he could handle. Again, luckily or unluckily for him, his phone vibrated and he desperately tried to shut it, terrified that the sound would make you realize his presence.

There was no option, he had to escape.

And so he did, he ran faster than ever in his life, straight to his room for a feeling of safety. He locked himself in, covering his mouth with a trembling hand as he fell with his back against the door until he sat on the floor.

It took him several minutes to normalize his breath and process what just had happened. The outrageous situation he had just witnessed, of you shamelessly masturbating to him and even having the nerve to moan his name. He simply couldn’t believe it. That your pussy looking so drenched and delicious was inspired by him.

His heart was still thumping hard. Did you notice him? Did you see him? Did you hear the sound of his phone and his footsteps and opened your heavy eyes and saw him as he escaped like the coward he was?

He wanted to slam his face against the wall. This could have been the best chance of his life, knowing that his enemy had a thing for him. He could have exploited it. But what if you saw him? If you did you could accuse him of being a total pervert over what was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

That would be his ruin. There had to be something he could do.

Chasing his last hope, he gathered all his courage to open his door and peek to see if yours was still open. He gulped down. It was. Maybe you didn’t hear or see anything? He sighed, trying to calm down. He would have to wait until the following day and analyze your attitude to determine if you did. He looked at his hands, which were still trembling from the shock, still trying to figure out if all had been real.

When doing so, he realized that in his clenched fist, he was still holding your dress, the reason for all this fucking disaster.

And the first thing he reached out to do in his soporiferous state of craziness was to take it up to his nose and smell it.

He closed his eyes and gave it a deep sniff and all the subtleties of your fragrance reached the deepest of his being. That calmed him down a bit. He held the cloth tighter and his knees pressed together. The image of your precious pussy glistening in the gloomy room and your yearning face got back to his memory. Your lips looked so kissable. He let out all the air in his lungs abruptly, so hot it made a little cloud of vapor in the cold air of his ratcave.

He got up, dress still in his hand, locked himself in his room so as not to end up just like you, and hid in his bed.

He just couldn't think reasonably because the soothing feeling that your smell and the memories of your lewd display had made his other hand wander slowly to his boxers.

If you had realized or not, that had to wait until next morning. Right now, This should have been the most prideful night of his life. 

He just couldn't believe it. He knew he had good looks and he had told himself that the girls at school probably got off thinking about him despite them saying they hated him for his awful personality. But he didn't believe it for one second! Actually witnessing a girl touch herself thinking about him, and making it unmistakable by moaning his name so sensually…and not any girl, it was you.

Even though he hated himself for feeling like that, he still thought you were the most beautiful. And after getting to witness just how angelic your voice sounded moaning his name, a life without hearing it again sounded like doom.

He couldn't help but imagine your voice moaning his name again and again, begging him to do the lewdest things to you. To imagine how it would feel to touch and lick your pussy in such an aroused and drenched state.

And he couldn't help but to put his hand around the base and stroke his cock, the one you were fantasizing was inside of you instead of those fingers you stuck inside your soaked pussy. The one you were wondering about its size, width, feeling against your skin.

It was there, at the other side of the wall. He was stroking it at an increasing speed as he inhaled your smell from the dress he kept close to his lips.

The same dress you had worn to impress another man. One who deserted you and broke your heart like you were nothing.

The same dress that had made him so mad, but also unable to keep hiding to himself that he desired you deeply. It made him want you and no other. Even if he hated you, he needed you crazily.

So he imagined he could have you as he masturbated, thinking a bit that you owed it to him. If you could shamelessly get your pussy that swollen and red and have such a good time at his expense, then he could jerk himself off to death fantasizing he could have you too.

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Art by @miruko40393 on twitter.

This is truly the exact face Kuni had after doing what he did, feeling awful with himself.

Author's Note: OMG I can't believe I finally finished it 😭 I hope you like it cuz I put my all into this one 🥲 I'll start next chap when I finish a spin-off of this story that was requested to me, which is on the making 👀 So sad cuz I started uni again but that doesn't mean I'll stop writing! I'm working on finishing these projects!

[fae-renjun]

OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE CAMERA — h.sh

ep. 2 — audition day! [𖦹 wc: 730+]

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— leehan coughed lightly to get your attention, “huh? oh. sorry, i’m just zoned out.”

“yeah i could tell,” he replied with a laugh

you smiled and looked back down at the scripts on the desk in front of you, overwhelmed by the fact that it was finally happening, you were finally making a film. the idea of watching people act out the scenes you wrote was daunting.

“i think a couple of people are already here, should i let them in?” you looked at the digital clock above the door, the red lights on it flashed 11:49. 

"tell them to wait a bit longer, i need to um-"

"it’s ok if you’re nervous. just because it’s a college short film doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter to you."

“thanks. and thanks for helping out again, i know the other three are busy for another hour but sungchan said him and his friends should be coming to help.”

“it’s no problem y/n, we’re all doing this together.” “honestly i don’t know what i would do without you guys.”

“you’d probably suffer,” he said, trying to alleviate your stress before going out to tell the people auditioning to wait longer. 

you took a deep breath. you can do this y/n. it’s just auditions. 

leehan walked back into the studio with sungchan, wonbin, eunseok and anton in tow. you greeted each other, and you thanked them for taking the time to help. “i just want to watch seunghan embarrass himself honestly,” said anton, which was met with eunseok hitting his chest so he followed up with, “-and to help. obviously.”

you laughed, “it’s ok, there’s not that much for you to do anyway, just take these scripts,” you picked up the stack from the desk and walked over to them, “and pass them around when the auditionees come in.”

before you knew it, 10 minutes had passed by, so when the clock showed 11:59, you got the boys to call the auditionees in. it was only about 10 people, some you recognised, some you didn’t. you’d made a lot of time for auditions, knowing there were people that had classes and could only show up later. what you didn’t expect was how many people would show up.

in total, 34 people auditioned for the 4 available roles. you were in for a lot of difficult decision making that night. your frontrunners for the female lead were ahn yujin from your year and kim minjeong, a senior. you definitely knew minjeong better, having hung out with her before since her and karina went to high school together. but while both played the part better than anyone in that room, yujin brought such a realistic edge to the character, it was fascinating to watch her audition because you could really feel your character come to life. 

the male lead front runners were sung hanbin and hong seunghan. you knew seunghan from a few classes you’d taken together in the past, and because he was friends with sungchan, a highschool classmate of yours. he was on the basketball team, and you’d seen a couple of games of his. you knew he was good at basketball, but you’d never expected him to be so good at acting. in many ways he felt like your character had been lifted off the page and become a real person. you were trying desperately to ignore the tiny bias in your head towards him, courtesy of the crush you’d had last semester. 

hanbin on the other hand, was vice-captain of the dance team, and was expected to take over once shotaro (the current captain) graduated. he had a natural talent for performance of all kinds, as was evident from his audition. 

needless to say, you were exhausted once the auditions were done, letting out a huge breath once everyone but your friends had left. 

“god that was fucking tiring,” said yizhuo. taesan nodded, “too many good options, but at least the bad ones were fun to watch.” you all hummed in agreement, and packed up your things in silence. 

“so, back to the apartment for decisions? i wanna get it done by tomorrow afternoon,” you said when everyone looked ready to go. “can we pick up snacks on the way?” asked leehan. you nodded in response and the 5 of you set off to you, yizhuo and karina’s shared apartment.

a/n: sorry for the delay, the main reason this chapter took so long was me procrastinating the written section lols. also! lmk if you guys want a teaser for my next smau (a wonbin one) set in the same universe 👀

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[anangelinthepit]

Bruise my Bones but Leave My Heart Alone

Hello my angels. Here we got with part 12 sorry it took so long, been super busy. I love you all 🩵 also got my first bad omens shirt. So stoked🩵 anyways enjoy 🩵- Magenta

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Part 12

When Heaven and Hell collide, the world will finally know what fear actually looks like.

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“Did we find her?”

“Of course boss, those idiots put her right in our hands. Who knew how stupid they could be?”

“Keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't go anywhere. If she does, call me and round up the rest of the guys.”

“You sure you don't want me to just go in there and knock her out? I don't see anyone with her Boss. It would be easy and quick.”

“No! I know those fuckers are looking for her. Once they get there, let me know and then we’ll go in. That fucking boy band cock sucker killed my son. I want to be the one to tear his fucking head off with my own hands”

“you got it, boss. I'll keep you updated”

Heh. See you soon babydoll

Y/N POV

Shawnah sounded so strange on that phone call. Almost like she wanted to tell me something but couldn't. Knowing her She probably gonna try to convince me to come home since Noah is losing his ever-loving mind. I already made my decision though and unfortunately, I made another decision. I'm not going back until I have the baby, I know sounds crazy but If I stay hidden this long then they'll give up and think I fled the state. I'm only doing this to protect my family, and I hope Noah understands this and will eventually forgive me. Hours went on waiting for Shanawh to get here, she sent me a text saying her ETA would be 10 o clock at night.

It was already 10:15 and I was starting to get nervous. Did she change her mind? Did Noah figure out where she was going? I was about ready to call her when I heard a knock on my door.

“Bestie open up it's me.”

I ran over to the door but was stunned at what I was met with. Underneath my door, the hallway light to the apartment building illuminated more than one silhouette.

“Fuck”

”Just a second” I yelled

Little did they know my ass made my way for the balcony. It wasn't a far drop and I could climb down the decorative fence they had on the side of the building.

I ran over to my balcony door and began to pull back the curtain.

“Going somewhere?”

Standing on my balcony with the door hanging wide open was Noah. With a sadistic smirk on his face and arms crossed. Almost like he knew this was my plan. Fucking asshole.

I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't scream. After that, my front door opened, and in walked Jolly, Matt, Shawnah, Nick, and Folio.

I looked at Shawnah who had a sorrowful look on her face. I knew she had to tell them against her will, If anything I'm the one who's sorry.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here?”

“You think you’re in a place to be asking us what we’re doing when you pulled a whole disappearing act on me,” Noah said glaring at me.

“Noah I ca-”

“And that's not all, not only did you run off but then I have to hear from Shawnah and Jolly that you were dropped off at a bus station in the middle of the night in the worst fucking part of town Y/N what the actual fuck is wrong with you !”

“You need to calm the fuck down.”

“WAIT ! It gets even fucking better.”

At this point Noah had me backed up against the wall, his face was close to mine he was either gonna kiss me or spit on me. Either way, my ass was not getting out of this.

“I also learned that you’re pregnant. With our baby.”

I looked over at Shawnah, what possessed her to tell him? I get the whole running away thing but why would she tell him I'm pregnant?

“Bestie I'm sorry, Jolly saw the pregnancy test. I tri-”

Jolly grabs Shawnahs arm and pulls her into the other room and all I can think about is they are really about to do “it” on my bed.

“LOOK AT ME Y/N”

“Noah you gotta calm down she's right in front of you.” Folio and Nick said trying to hold him back. I've seen Noah angry before but his was maximum rage. They couldn't hold him back, causing Noah to grab both arms and shake me

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING Y/N?”

I flinched when grabbed me, and when I looked him in the eyes, I was met with tears and anger. I wanted to say so much but all I could get out was a pitiful “I'm sorry”. Tears began to weld in my eye realizing I made the biggest mistake, and that was hurting Noah.

“Noah please you're hurting me.”

I could feel his finger slowly leaving bruises on my arms.

“Noah give her a chance to explain,” Matt said grabbing his shoulder.

Noah's grip started to slowly loosen up and went from rough to gentle. Gliding his hand through his hair and wiping his face. He pulled me towards the couch and sat both of us down.

“You told me no more fucking secrets baby.”

I just looked at him, I couldn't speak I couldn't even think. Just staring at this aggressive ass man sitting on my couch.

“Spill it right now, before I lock you up and ever let you out of my sight again.”

“What am I repuzel?”

“Y/N, please. Don't make this any worse than it already is.” Matt said pinching the bridge of his Nose.

I began explaining to Noah how killing Jason made me collateral. Stuff I figured Nick and Jolly told him that might he murdered the most needed gang members. It's almost like he didn't believe me at first. Especially when I got to the part where I felt leaving was best because I steered them away.

“Why didn't you let me take care of it”

“Because you made matters worse. I love you but do not realize they're after me. You couldn't lie to me because I already knew Noah..”

I couldn't tell if it was the pregnancy or the fact that this man wouldn’t let me go even though I'd end up getting him killed. Noah let out a big sigh and asked if we could have a moment alone together.

“Alright but if you kill her, I'm not burying any more bodies for you,” Matt said

Both Noah and I just glared at him while Nick pushed him off the couch trying to get him out of the room faster.

“JOLLY YOU BETTER BE DECENT!” Nick yelled.

I heard them open the door to the other room and screams collided

“OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?” Matt yelled shielding his eyes

“Matt, would you fucking move already?” Folio said pushing him

“WHY IS SHE UPSIDE DOWN?” Matt yelled once again.

With the slamming of the door Noah and I couldn't help but shake our heads and laugh.

An awkward silence followed, I was getting ready to speak up but Noah beat me to it.

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“What lesson?

“I told you I would always find you. Why did you do this?”

“I told you I thought it was the right thing to do baby.”

“I can't protect you if you keep lying to

me Y/N. No more lies between us. Understand ?”

I shook my head and agreed.

“So now what?”

“Well, now you need to be punished.”

I laughed until I looked over and realized he was being serious. A feeling in my lower stomach began to ache.

Noah grabbed my neck gently and gave me a passionate kiss. In a low growl, he said something that would have made my knees give out if we were standing.

“And you're lucky, the gang is here in the bedroom.”

Noah stared into my eyes, I could tell he still had frustration that needed to be taken out. I was just as hungry as he was though. Kissed him once again and before I knew it he was on me with his hand under my dress.

“Wait till we get home.”

I started to pull down my underwear and tugged at his pants.

“Why wait ?”

Noah was about to pull out his hard member when out walked everyone from the room.

“I AM TIRED OF MY SEEING FRIENDS DICKS TODAY. YOU FUCKIMG ANIMALS!”

Matt yelling scared the shit out of both of us. Noah couldn't duck away fast enough and I couldn't pull my underwear up.

“Okay, so what's the plan?” Nick asked

“Get Y/N's stuff and let's get the hell out of here.”

“Um, Guys? We got company.” Folio said looking out the window

“OH BABY DOLL, TELL YOUR BOYS TO COME OUT AND PLAY.”

“Y/N I forgot to tell you something,” Noah said looking at me.

I run over to the balcony and see that the head of Jason’s gang and all the minions are surrounding the entrance of the building.

“Hey, rapunzel wanna let down your hair?” The guy said while cocking his gun and aiming it at me.

Folio yanked me back and after that 5 gunshots went off.

“JUST TOSS THE GIRL AND THE REST OF YOU CAN GO.”

We all looked at each other and realized we were completely fucked.

“We could call the cops,” Jolly said

“We do that and it all comes unraveled. Nick said

“We have no guns or weapons. I don't think we have a choice anymore.” Jolly said

I looked over at Noah, I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. I don't know if he was gonna get us out of this situation. He's not a miracle worker.

“Should I go with them?”

I'm not sure why I thought that was a good idea but the looks I received made me regret what I said.

“Jolly. Nick. Let's go.”

“Where are you going ?” I said

“Folio make sure she doesn't leave your sight. Matt, call this number and tell them the letters C-O-N-C-R-E-T-E. They'll know what it means.”

“Alright double 0 7. Wanna let the rest of us in on what you're doing?” Shawnah demanded

“Nope”

Noah, Nick, and Jolly left, leaving us sitting there wondering what the actual fuck just happened.

“Concrete! That makes sense now.” Folio said

“I hate it here,” Matt said

Noah’s POV

For once in my life I'm actually fucking scared shitless but that doesnt mean I don't have a plan.

[lostgracestories]

Henlo! If you're okay with it, do you have any headcanons for how Morgott and Mohg would handle the news that their S/O was captured, but nobody can find them so they are presumed dead? S/O survives but has to deal with the worst of their injuries before making it back home. I hope this isn't too specific, I just like to see how they would handle their grief for their S/O without actually killing their S/O (plus I am a hurt/comfort enthusiast). Love your writing and hope you're having a great day :)

This is so absolutely angsty and horrendous and I LOVE IT (hurt/comfort ftw <3) also thank you! I love writing for y'all!

Anyways, here's how I believe the twinsies would react to such a thing! (not proofread cause I'm lazy, lol)

wc: 871 tw: implied kidnapping, blood mention, injury, implied death, severe angst </3, honestly should I just use Elden Ring as my tw? lmao

Desperately and so Hopelessly Broken

Mohg

Mohg had been reeling over you for the past week since you had gone missing. Any and all plans he had were obliterated and all his resources went into finding you. He could not bear the thought of his little dove in danger.

Mohg could have sworn his legs had buckled when Varre returned to him with a cloth from one of your garments, soaked in blood and dirt. He was in denial. There was no body, you weren't truly gone... were you?

After three extra days of searching and turning up nothing, Mohg finally relented, to his utter dismay, and retreated into his favorite space in the mausoleum. It all felt so empty now. Every space he looked he could see you, smiling brightly and calling his pet name... "my heart"

For weeks the grief tore at him, ate him away. Some nights he refused to sleep, frightened that those awful nightmares would return, your soul seemingly haunting his very existence, ripping his heart from his chest.

When you showed up nearly a month after the horrible incident, he stared at you. It was the dead of night and your clothes were tattered and bloody. At first, Mohg thought it to be another one of his painful nightmares. That was until the familiar scent of you filled his senses. He barely remembered how quickly he had scooped you up into his arms, tears rolling past his fiery orange eye and dampening your cheek as he nuzzled into you.

You remember wincing in pain as Mohg snatched you up so desperately but the sheer relief of seeing him again washed away any pain you were feeling as you cupped his rough tear stained face in your hands. You reassured him, told him you were real, thanked him for working so hard to find you, and reminded him that none of this was his fault. After that, he never could let you leave his dynasty. And for the time being, that was fine with you.

Morgott

Morgott had made you promise to return to him before 8 that night. When the clock had passed 9, he assumed you were caught up in enjoying yourself at the shops. However, the moment the clock struck 10, he was out of his study and flying through the halls, his tail swiping all over in rapid thumps.

Morgott wasted no time in getting his cavalry men sent after you. he instructed them to leave no area undisturbed no matter how discrete it was or how small. He had even gone searching for you in the shunning grounds, a place he so very much despised. All of it was to no avail.

Weeks. Weeks it had been since you had vanished. Morgott was a mess. He had tried to distract himself by keeping up with work but none of it mattered. He couldn't keep his worries away from you. He prayed to the erdtree and frankly any God who would listen, that you would return to him safely.

When one of his cavalry men barged into his study so abruptly, for a moment, Morgott's heart raced, hope rising in his chest. He swore the plummet he experienced when he saw your bloodied travel pack in the man's hand was the most gut-wrenching feeling he had ever felt. He could smell it, it was your blood...

If Morgott had been a mess before, now he was utterly shattered. He had tried to convince himself to keep looking but he needed his men back in their positions and it had been nearly a month. The hope bleeding in his heart was merely an occasional drip now. Every time he was handed a report from his cavalry men, a piece of him held out hope that they had finally found you. But thus, it could not be so.

Morgott forced himself back to work, vigorously drowning himself in piles upon piles of paperwork, letters, contracts, etc. It was the only thing that kept his mind off of you.

Morgott nearly choked on air when one of his men came rushing to his room not short of yet another month without you. The man, armor smeared with dried blood wrenched Morgott from his seat, a knowing look washing over him when the man nodded and swiftly guided him to the infirmary.

The moment Morgott had his sights upon you, the most gut-wrenching sobs erupted from the knot he had been holding in his throat. He could barely keep his eye open as his trembling hands closing around his lover's cheeks as he took in the scent of you, the warmth of your skin, and the gentle sparkle in your eyes that he had so missed. For once in his life, the omen king could not find words and you instead offered him a soft smile, brushing your fingers over the backs of his hands to prove to him that you were alive.

After this, Morgott only let you leave if he or his projection was with you. If neither were feasible, it would take you desperately begging to convince him to let you go to the shops with one of his cavalry men. To be honest, you did not mind... it just reminded you of how much he truly cared for you.

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

ao3

C H A P T E R F O U R : B E N E F I T S

It's been over 2 months now since your breakup. 2 months of trying to heal, 2 months of trying to rebuild yourself and the idea that you don't need Levi to survive.

You've started to get dressed again - making sure you spend time on self care and actually caring about your appearance. Work has been the same, the coffee shop has become one of your safe havens honestly. It's like your worries fade away when you walk through the door and you can live a different life than the one outside.

You're about to clock out from your opening shift when Hange strolls in.

"Hi my love!" Hange leaned on the counter, tapping her fingers. "I have someone I want to set you up with." 

"Hange..." You raised your eyebrow. "I don't need to be set up with anyone."

"You need to get laid." Hange doubled down. "If anything, you'll have a little fun. What's wrong with that!" 

You stare at Hange for a moment. You haven't thought of laying in a bed with anyone else besides Levi. You can't imagine someone else touching your skin, caressing your curves, taking care of you in every way to make sure you reach that high.

It has to happen eventually. 

"Fine. Who is it?"

"Great! It's this cute intern at my job. He seems fun and young." 

"I'm 29 years old Hange, please tell me he's old enough to drink." 

"Oh yes of course! He's 23." 

You press your palm to your forehead. "I don't want anything serious. I would want just something casual." 

"Well then hopefully he doesn't fall in love with you! Are you done with work?"

"I am." You slide your apron off, pressing buttons on the register to clock out. "Do you want something before I leave?"

"I'll never say no to coffee." 

- 

Hange has the intern text you, turns out his name is Jean. Hange sent a picture of him to you before he text you - he's not Levi, that's for sure. He's cute though. He has light brown hair with brown eyes to match. He's a lot taller than Levi, which means he's a lot taller than you. 

Jean seems to be on the same type of time as you. He doesn't want anything serious, only fun. He's funny and sends you good morning and good night texts. Seemingly the perfect friend with benefits. 

Jean invites you out to a club on Friday night with him and his friends, which includes Mikasa. This eases your anxiety since you'll know at least one person there. 

Jean: It's all my work friends. I'm sure you know most of them.

You: It'll be nice to see them. Is Hange going?

Jean: I don't think Hange ever says no to drinks. 

When Friday rolls around, you cause a tornado in your closet looking for an outfit. You pick out a lacy corset top with jeans that hug your curves, and a pair of square toe black heels. Your hair is styled half up, half down with some of your hair framing your face. You add glittery lipgloss as the cherry on top of the look, carefully tracing over your lips as you look in the mirror.

This is the first time you're actually hanging out with Jean. It's also the first time in a long time that you're going clubbing. 

You take a picture in your full length mirror and send it to Hange for approval.

Hange: Holy SHIT!! You look hot! Jean won't be able to keep his hands off you. Be prepared to take him home ;)

You: That's why I took an everything shower. Lol.

You grab your purse and call your uber to head to the club. It's 10:30 PM - Jean said he was going to be there around 10 and you wanted to be late but not too late to where he thinks he's being stood up. 

-

You walk into the club and immediately spot Hange at the bar dancing like no one is watching. You smile to yourself as you tap her on her shoulder. 

"You made it!!" Hange practically jumped on you to hug you. "Jean is right there." She pointed.

You make your way to where Jean was standing, which was in a circle with Mikasa, Eren, and a few others. 

"Hey!" Jean gave you a light hug, his eyes tracking your movements. "You look amazing." 

"Thank you." You smile before looking at Mikasa. "Hi you!" 

"You never come out!" Mikasa said. "I'm so happy Jean got you out. Eren's grabbing me a drink, he'll love to see you!"

Jean introduced you to the rest of the group: Armin, Connie, Sasha, Reiner and Annie.

Jean got you a drink and stood close to you as the music blared. The group talked about work projects coming up and how stressful they are. Jean's hand snaked around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him. He smells good - he definitely bought a strong cologne for this occasion. You lean into him, letting your ass graze over his pelvis.

You both start to move to the beat, now Jean's face is in your neck. He kisses your skin gently as his hips move in time with yours. The liquor starts to course through your veins, giving you more courage. You spin yourself around to face Jean, planting a kiss on his lips. His right hand lays on your cheek as he continues kissing you, his pinky moving back and forth on your skin. 

You let your body mend with Jean's, letting yourself have this moment. You haven't kissed anyone but Levi in years and this new pair of lips are taking care of you. Jean is fun. Jean is happy. 

You pull away for a moment to take a sip of your drink, watching Jean's eyes trail over your curves. You smile at him until you hear a familiar voice.

"Where is she?" Guess who.

"You're such a cock block." Hange rolls her eyes. "She's having FUN. Leave her alone." 

"This was your idea wasn't it four eyes." His voice is getting closer. "Ah, my lovely staff." 

You turn to see Levi, dressed in a grey sweater, blank pants and a pair of brand new sneakers. Erwin isn't far behind him. 

"Oh, boss!" Jean waves and then puts his hand back on your hip.

Oh shit. He doesn't know you dated Levi. Did no one warn him?

Levi's eyes went straight to Jean's hand. If looks could kill, Jean would be dead. 

Mikasa and Eren looked at each other - the only two besides Erwin and Hange that know of yours and Levi's relationship. 

Levi's eyes fall to you and you swear you can see fire in them. You lean your ass back into Jean, letting your head fall on his chest. 

"Hi Levi." 

[racheyace]

Mayday

G/t July day 10 – Alien

TW: some swearing, plane crash

Approx 2.3k words

Flying anywhere near Bermuda was never fun, the weather was so often unpredictable and even well-seasoned pilots with meticulous forward planning would still often get caught in the islands fluke storms. Raiden was currently navigating one of those such storms.

He was a solo pilot, and he preferred it that way, always seeing himself as a sort of lone wolf and taking carrier jobs where he could, this trip to Bermuda had been one of those such trips.

A devastating illness had been taking over the island recently and Raiden had been asked if he could deliver some much-needed supplies to the island.

The trip from Miami to Bermuda had been deceptively calm and he’d unloaded his cargo quickly and taken off again just as fast, headed back to Miami. Realistically he would be navigating dead East for most of the trip, skirting the dreaded Bermuda Triangle all together before then heading southeast to Miami.

Raiden himself never believed in the superstitions around the Bermuda Triangle, it’s been said that many pilots and sailors had gone into the triangle, never to return with no trace left behind. Raiden had always put that down to the chaotic weather systems within the triangle and not some supernatural force.

Even still, it was wise to keep away from the Triangle as much as possible.

Unfortunately for Raiden a rogue storm had seemingly come out of nowhere causing his navigation system to go haywire and steering him completely off course.

“Shit!” He flinched as some lightning struck his plane, causing the lights in the cabin to flicker.

Raiden glanced at the radar for the hundredth time, it blinked rather clearly, assuring him that the weather was clear and safe for flight.

“What the actual fuck is going on?” He growled at the radar, a supposedly reliable piece of equipment, capable of detecting storms nearby and navigating around them, not this time so it seemed. The sky had been clear when he’d left Bermuda an hour ago and then in an instant a bitch of a storm had formed around him.

Another bolt of lightning struck his plane this time proving more damaging, looking at the computer in front of him, the fuel tank light was blinking indicating that the lightning had damaged it.

“Mayday Mayday this is Saker 284 requiring immediate assistance!” Raiden shouted through the communication system, normally he’d have gone straight through to the Miami coms tower but he’d expanded the broadcast, hoping someone closer might be able to help.

Nothing but static. And he was losing altitude fast.

Archie’s day had started like any other, picking up his usual Mocha Latte from his favourite little café conveniently located just outside the airport before heading to work.

“Morning Arch, didn’t happen to get me one of those did ya? Nightshifts a fucking killer.” Kelsey groaned.

It was right on six o clock in the morning and time for change over in the air traffic control tower, Kelsey had drawn the short straw this week and had been given three-night shifts in a row. Looking at his coffee he felt a small amount of guilt that he hadn’t even thought of his poor colleague that morning.

“Sorry Kelsey, my mind was drifting this morning, busy night?” He asked, walking over to his computer, setting down his coffee and placing his headset on.

“Not really, though if it had been busier, it might have made the night go quicker, anyway I’ll head off, my bed is calling me!” She flashed him a tired smile before taking off her own headset and getting ready to leave.

“…mayday……mayday……assistance!” Archie’s eyebrows scrunched together in immediate concern, the voice in his headset was broken and full of static, he pressed some buttons to put the frequency on the loudspeakers and waved over the manager. Kelsey had also paused at the door and was watching with concern.

“Where’s the broadcast coming from?” Albert was the day shift manager, a large brooding man and a pain in the ass most of the time but under pressure no one could deny he knew what he was doing.

“I- I don’t know, the coordinates are going haywire it won’t zero in on his location.” Archie said watching his computer screen with interest, there was nothing on the radar currently, the next expected flight in this morning wasn’t due for another hour.

“Ask him his location.” Albert said bluntly.

“This is coms tower 349, please confirm your location.” Archie said calmly, though having Albert breathing down his neck didn’t help much.

“Saker 28… unknown…fuel tank’s gone….mayday” The line was broken and static continued to fill the speakers.

“There!” Archie pointed to the radar, an unknown aircraft had just appeared on it, seemingly out of nowhere, it was large, possibly a jumbo jet and it was only a few miles out and coming in at speed.

“I repeat this is Raiden Kalver aboard Saker 284, fuel tank is down and navigation system fried, requiring immediate assistance!” The voice on the line had become clearer now.

“Raiden, this is Archie Nugent in Coms Tower 349, we see you on our radar, the landing strip is to your left do you see it?” Archie asked urgently, the plane was fast approaching, heading straight for them.

“I see it, it’s too small I’ll miss it.” Raiden’s heart had stopped briefly when someone had responded to his call for help and then out of the fog he could see land below him, the storm had dissipated but now he was facing a whole new set of problems.

He’d lost basically all control of his plane, the left wing was smoking where the fuel had ignited it and he was going down, headed straight for an airport ironically.

“There’s a field directly behind the coms tower, veer to the right and slow down as much as possible, you should be able to make it.” Archie answered nervously.

They could see the plane in the distance now, the rumbling sound of the engine loud, they only had a minute or two and the plane would hit them if Raiden didn’t veer out of the way.

“Ahhhhhh!” Raiden yelled, his hand on the brake and pulling as hard as his sore arms would allow, veering to the right, the plane was turning slowly, and he could see the field beyond.

“BRACE! BRACE!” Albert shouted at the air traffic controllers that were still within the tower.

Archie remained frozen, watching with wide eyes as the huge plane sped toward them, it was veering to the right, and he gasped as the large wing glided over the coms tower missing it by an inch. A loud crash sounded out behind them, and Archie turned to see the plane had slammed into the ground, raining dirt and smoke all around.

“Get a med team down there now!” Albert shouted. “Good work Archie.” He gave him a thump on the back which reminded Archie that he still hadn’t taken in a breath.

Regaining his composure, Archie quickly climbed down the steps of the tower and followed the medical team, jumping onto their buggy without a word, he needed to see that Raiden was okay. That had been a close call for all of them and he imagined if Raiden was unhurt, he would at least be extremely shook up.

They approached the smoking plane and grew wary as it grew bigger and bigger as they got closer to it, Raiden hadn’t mentioned any other souls being on board. What was a plane this size doing here anyway, this wasn’t a major city by any margin, and it was extremely rare to get anything landing here besides a small passenger plane.

The aircraft was mostly mangled and it was hard to make out where the doors or even the cockpit were, they didn’t need to guess for long though.

A door at least fifty feet tall was pushed open roughly with a resounding bang and then a boot the size of a bus crashed down right beside the buggy. The medical team screamed and backed the buggy up only to bump right into a second boot.

“Holy shit.” Archie gasped, he jumped off the buggy and looked upward, a man, no a giant man stood taller than most of the buildings in his town.

Raiden had just crashed, he’d never crashed a plane before, he’d had some close calls in the past, but he’d never actually crashed. The force of the crash sent Raiden’s head slamming into the controls and after shaking the stars out of his eyes he looked around with urgency, the cabin was now filling with smoke, and he coughed as he pulled the handle on the door.

It wouldn’t budge so he threw his body at the door, kicking and punching it until it shifted just enough that he was able to pry it open. The sound of alarms rang from within the aircraft and Raiden quickly stepped out into the unfamiliar landscape.

Where the fields should have been green or brown even, he was surrounded by pale lilac coloured grass, something was not right. A sound came from where he’d placed his feet in the odd dark green dirt and he looked down, eyes widening immediately.

What looked like a toy golf buggy had just bumped into his boot and beside the buggy an impossibly small man stood staring up at him with wide eyes.

Raiden immediately took several steps backward away from the scene at his feet only to trip on the uneven ground and land roughly on his ass. The tremor caused by his fall could be seen as it tossed the small man to the ground and caused the buggy to tip over, more tiny people clambering out as a result.

“Man, I must have hit my head harder than I thought.” Raiden grumbled and put a hand to his still throbbing head.

Just when he was about to pinch himself, Raiden noticed the first little man he’d seen had now picked himself up off the ground and was walking cautiously toward him.

“A-are you Raiden?” The small voice reached his ears and he recognised it immediately as the man who had been on the intercom with him, Archie.

Raiden noticed now that the people weren’t exactly normal either, this little man’s skin was a pale green and his shaggy hair was a deep purple, where on earth had he landed? Was he even still on earth anymore?

“Yes.” Raiden answered, unsure of what else to do, they spoke English, he supposed that was a start, but he didn’t have any clue where he was or if these people could potentially be hostile.

“Are you okay?” Archie asked, stepping closer still, this man was so odd looking, his skin was a sickly cream colour and his hair a dull sort of brown, he’d never seen another person like him before, could he be an alien?

“Uh.” Was all Raiden could say before a loud bang like explosion came from the cockpit, the controls had now caught fire, they needed to get away now before the whole thing blew.

“Shit! It’s gonna blow!” Raiden warned urgently, he stood then ready to run and then remembered the little people wouldn’t be able to run as fast as he could.

“Ah, excuse me.” He said awkwardly as he grasped the small man Archie in a fast and scooped the rest around the buggy into his hands. With no time to marvel that about eight people were currently squashed between his hands, he held them to his chest and ran.

The aircraft finally engulfed by flames signalled it’s destructive end with a huge explosion, Raiden ducked down shielding the small people from the debris as it rained down around him. When the worst appeared to be over, he lowered his hands to the ground in front of him as the small people tumbled none too gently in the emerald soil.

“Sorry, I uh, I didn’t know what else to do.” He explained lamely.

Though the experience had been harrowing for Archie and the small team of medical crew, they were safely on land and largely unharmed save for a few bruises when the giant had squashed them together.

“He nearly killed us!” One of the medical crew shouted.

“He didn’t!” Archie shouted, though standing in the presence of someone so huge made his stomach church and his heart rate skyrocket, he found himself defending the injured pilot.

“In case you haven’t noticed, he crash landed here! He’s injured and despite everything he saved us from the explosion! So why don’t you do your damn job and check him over!” Archie couldn’t believe how authoritarian he sounded just then.

Though the giant was potentially dangerous, he’d done nothing thus far to show he meant any of them any harm. He could have left them there beside his aircraft, he could be an alien sent here to destroy them, but Archie didn’t think so. The mayday call had held real urgency, he didn’t think the giant had come here intentionally, wherever he had come from. He appeared just as shocked and confused as Archie and his colleagues did.

The medical crew stood shocked at Archie’s outburst, none of them moved an inch.

“Well!?” Archie urged, waving toward the giant who’d now laid down on his stomach to observe the small people better, and to be on more equal ground with them.

“It’s okay Archie.” Raiden spoke up then, noting the uneasy looks on the medical crews faces. “I’m not hurt, just a bump on the head really…uh but I do have some questions…” He said carefully.

“You and me both.” Archie laughed.

“I guess the main question is, where am I?”

I suck at endings, maybe because I never want them to end, so cliff hangers are a thing. Don’t worry this idea has been in my head for a loooong time, I have a whole story plotted out for these two but for the sake of G/t July and the theme of the day being ‘Alien’ I felt I owed it to you guys to share a snippet of this now. Hehe, stay tuned for more!

[neon-junkie]

In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.3

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that 10 percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Scents, slightly A/B/O, Oral (giving), Wet dreams, Inappropriate use of the force, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2k

[Chapter 1]  [Chapter 4]

Chapter 3 - Sweet dreams are made of this

The following days have been... strange.

Whilst your squad has been calm and collective on the battlefield, as soon as they're off the clock, they become tense, awkward men. It's an unspoken fact that you're off, in more ways than one, and even Wrecker has come to realise why you smell the way that you do.

Well, it's not like Wrecker can help being slow, seeing as he's suffered from one too many head injuries...

Regardless, tension is starting to thicken in the air, and finding moments to satisfy yourself is becoming scarce, whether it's alone, or with company.

And to make matters even worse, you've noticed how Hunter has become snappy and reserved, most of his frustration being targeted towards Tech. Surely he's noticed something different in both of your behaviour, or scents, seeing as you two must smell of each other?

The first incident happened when the Batch returned from their supply run, a few hours after you and Tech had your most recent encounter. As soon as they entered the Marauder, Hunter's mood seemed to shift into a sulk, directing his frustration to both of you.

You had noticed the way his nostrils were flaring, and the fact that he barked at Tech for not completing all the repairs? Something that he has never done before? Hmm, strange.

Hunter knows what's up.

The others know what's up, but not who you're finding relief in.

Hunter is frustrated that you're not only in heat, but not seeking relief with him.

The others are simply frustrated because you're frustrated.

End of.

Speaking of the others, they're currently sound asleep, with yourself on watch during this fine evening. The Marauder is resting on the outskirts of Mos Espa, hidden in plain sight, after following a series of civil missions within the city.

Civil, meaning there was no fighting, but there certainly was a lot of threatening.

The Batch have been rather grouchy due to the heat, but Echo is, surprisingly, the worst, seeing as he has sand in between his joints, and he's "sick and tired of cleaning this kriff!"

Can you blame him? Poor man.

He's barely left his room, storming in there after spending hours in the refresher, attempting to clean himself up. His outburst disturbed yours and Wrecker's game of sabacc, but that wasn't a bother - you knew Wrecker was cheating anyway.

Now, they're all sound asleep, confined to their small, Military standard rooms within the tiny confinement of the Marauder. As for you, you're cooped up in the cockpit, giving you a perfect view of the city, and with the scanners on, any potential threats that may be heading your way.

Hours into your shift, and everything is clear. You're sick and tired of scrolling through the holoweb, draining the life out of Tech's data pad - the same data pad that he swears nobody else can touch, but has recently become accustomed to you touching it, all due to... reasons.

After closing all of your apps, you lock it, and let out a deep sigh, bored as ever. You rest his datapad on the co-pilot's seat, and to your amusement, spin around in the pilot's seat, trying to find any form of entertainment during the midst of the night.

That is, until you sense someone calling out to you.

Well, it's an indirect mention, almost like over-hearing your name during a conversation. You're on somebody's mind, so much so that your force sensitive scanners are picking it up, and how can you resist the urge to investigate?

Pushing yourself up onto your feet, you tip-toe down the Marauder's hallway, paying no mind to the dimly lit sensor screens, inactive for the last few hours. The dorms soon appear, and you linger in the hallways, now tapping into your abilities to see who has you caught up in their thoughts.

It takes a few moments, but you appear again, hidden in the confinement of somebody's room.

After some deep focus, you tap into their thoughts, and begin envisioning their thoughts of you.

Ah, their thoughts are not pure.

To your surprise, your favourite sniper has you on his mind, and you seem to have him down your throat. Crosshair is thinking about you - no, dreaming - wet dreaming, to be precise.

You can see it so clearly from Crosshair's perspective, and oh! you're much cuter than you realise, through Crosshair's eyes.

You're on your knees, your lips wrapped playfully around Crosshair's cock. Maker, he's thick, tenderly girthy, the perfect size that already has you rubbing your thighs together in your night wear.

If you don't leave his thoughts now, then your heat is bound to start playing up, not that it hasn't already been for the last week.

Crosshair is softly groaning as you begin taking him into your mouth, keeping eye contact, gawking up at him with nothing but admiration. He's mumbling something now... "thank you, General," before you gently nod, hum, and take him down your throat.

Oh, so he's into that, is he?

Crosshair's hands meet the wall, his palms pressing out flat, but his fingertips curve, as if he's attempting to find stability on the durasteel surface. He soon finds his bearings, and moves a hand down to hold the back of your head, only to keep you steady as he begins slamming his cock down your throat.

Okay, let's tap out for a moment.

With a deep breath, you come back to your current position - lingering in the Marauder's hallway. You're panting, your heartbeat is racing, and you're almost certain that you're about to become overwhelmed with another wave of your heat.

But the fact is - Crosshair is having a wet dream about you.

Either he's always felt this way, or your recent shift in behaviour is having an effect on him.

You don't mind, how could you? Crosshair has always been sweet on you. Well, you assumed he was just a tender, yet sarcastic guy, until Echo made a comment that, "Crosshair seems awfully soft on you. Don't get used to it," as if it were some form of warning.

His sweetness now makes sense.

And seeing as you've never sensed this from him before, it must mean that your recent shift has had an effect on him, so much so that the stubborn sniper has caved in his sleep, and his subconscious brain is seeking any form of relief.

Your back meets the wall as you rest against it, deciding what to do about the situation. Is there any harm in playing along? It's not like you two are actually doing anything, yet, you feel bad for Tech. He truly is a sweetheart, someone who has gone out of his way to aid you through these trying times. However, like Tech said, it's alright to find relief in others.

Even if you do feel awful for it.

The growing burn in your groin says otherwise. You want - no, need - to put your foot in the door, and the first step is to play along with Crosshair's little fantasy.

Your eyes flutter shut, and you tap into his mind, sensing the way that he's tossing and turning in the confinement of his bunk. You're still swallowing down his cock, far better than your actual self can, but hey, if that's what Crosshair wants?

After letting out a deep breath, you tap in even deeper, and begin taking control of your imaginary self. It's clear that Crosshair is only seeing what he wants to see, but you intend to make this vision as realistic as possible.

"Mhm!" you moan as Crosshair continues bucking his hips, thrusting his cock down your throat, letting out the filthiest sounds that you've ever heard from him. Maker, what you'd do to hear the real thing!

Your hand wraps around his cock, and with it, you free your lips. "Cross-" you grumble before taking a deep breath. "You were incredible on that mission," you bat your lashes, gawking up at him. "I can't believe you're that skilled!"

Crosshair almost collapses then and there, his knees threatening to buckle under his weight. You know damn well that praise is his weakness, seeing as you platonically praised him after your first mission together, and you could sense the way his stomach turned out of sheer excitement.

"Could you..." you pause, sucking in a deep breath, your eyes trailing to his thick cock before looking back up at him. "Could you kriff my face, please?" you coo.

Crosshair shifts in his sleep, groaning into his pillow as his hips automatically rut against his mattress. He's on the verge of tears, engulfed in the pleasures of his dream. "Of course," he pants, and crumbles as he adds, "General."

With that, your mouth finds the tip of his cock, and you barely get a second to breathe before Crosshair is slamming into you, using your throat as if his life depends on it.

Coming back to your physical self, you feel like you're about to collapse. Crosshair's dirty fantasy has caught you too, and your heat has decided that now - in the dead of night - is the perfect time to play up. That burning sensation returns to your groin, and with sin, you decide to shift your hands beneath your sleeping short to begin relieving yourself.

If any of the others leave their dorms, then all they'll see is you pathetically touching yourself in the corridor, with Crosshair's grumbles drifting faintly in the background.

But you won't let that happen, will you?

Shifting back into Crosshair's dream only makes you worse. You have to bite on your knuckles to calm your groans, and you curse the gods, for you don't have the nerve, nor confidence to march into Crosshair's room, and wake him up with the real thing.

He's close, and you can sense it. He's desperate, pathetically desperate, slamming his cock down your throat as his knees threaten to give way. To your surprise, dirty talking his way through it, mumbling half of it in his sleep. "S-such a good, General. Ah! T-Thank you, kriff, letting me use you like t-this!"

You climax before he does, slumping down against the corridor with your hands between your pants, almost drawing blood from how hard you're biting on your knuckles. Crosshair followed shortly after, and as soon as he climaxes, he wakes up, a confused groan being overheard from his dorm room.

You can sense his heavy breaths, confused state, and half-lidded eyes, gorming down at the mess on his stomach as he rolls onto his back. "Karking hell," he curses through gritted teeth as he comes to realise what happened - he had a wet dream about you, and it was so intense, that he climaxed during his sleep.

And yet, it felt so real, as if you were genuinely there, gulping him down your throat in between soft moans and words of praise. Crosshair lets out a deep sigh, a regretful one, instantly feeling bad for thinking about you in such a way, despite the fact that his conscious state didn't come up with it.

It seems you're on his mind more than he realises.

You sense him getting out of bed, and on tip-toes, you dart down the hallway, back into the cockpit, just in the nick of time. Crosshair exits his dorm whilst grasping onto both sides of his door frame, stabilising himself, still dazed from the wild ride that he's just sat through. He lets out a grumble before slowly making his way to the refresher, sleep swarming most of his semi-conscious state.

As for you, you shuffle down into the pilot's chair, your hand no longer in your sleep shorts. Sure, that was a wild, and intoxicating turn of events, but kirff- what just happened?

Seriously, what the hell just happened?!

[reticent-writer]

could you do Ritsu and Shou (separate and/or poly) with a sleep deprived s/o? I tend to yawn quite a bit, a very very heavy sleeper, constantly sleepy, have eyebags for days, and my energy is still going💀. reader is also an esper and tends to stay up late pretty late often. But they’re also a teensy weensy bit touch starved so the second they get picked up or hugged they have a small goofy lovestruck grin while giggling. And as they’re being forced to get sleep for once, they’re muttering about how they will exact they’re revenge as they’re literally latched onto them 💀💀💀. Make sure to take as long as you need and don’t rush yourself! Thank you, and bye bye!!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ. This gave me a good laugh cause it reminds me of myself💀

Ritsu

You can fall asleep any where. When he finds you sleeping on your food he is not surprised.

Everytime he finds you he picks you up and brings you to a proper bed. You gladly accept and wrap around him like a koala.

But as soon as the sun goes down you can never sleep. You do everything but sleep. You sometimes even wake him up just to cuddle and talk.

He might even find you using your powers to float around your house just so you don't have to walk

"Ritsu... Psssst. Ritsu." You whispered while shaking him roughly. He jumped up.

"What is something wrong?" He pulled you into a protective hug while looking all around.

You giggled, "no silly, I just couldn't sleep."

He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. 3:34 am. He sighed deeply, laid down with you in his arms. He went back to sleep.

Shou

He practically drags you around everywhere. Sleeping or not. Constantly tries to wake you up but never works.

Threatens to leave you wherever you are if you don't wake up or to drop you cause you don't want to walk.

I can see him trying skin care routines with you, like face masks, foot masks and different lotions without during the middle of the night.

Also during the middle of the night to try and tire you would practice your powers on each other.

"So how long do I have to keep this on my face." Shou called out to you from the bathroom. "Ten minutes, then peel it off." You replied.

It was 2 in the morning but neither of you cared.

When the 10 minutes were up and he peeled it off he went to find you in the bed knocked out, snoring n all.

He smiled turning off the light and joining you in bed.

It was one of the very few times you slept before the sun came up.

[wicca-wicca-whack]

The Maid of Honor and the Best Man

Modern!Au Gordon Malloy x Reader

Word count: 3035

//I'm back on my bs

You could feel your irritation with your best friend bubbling the longer she spoke. 

“I don't know, I don't really need anything elaborate!”

“Kel, this is your bachelorette party! After that you're spewing out vows and tying your life to this dude,” you gesture haphazardly towards Ed, who just chuckles.

“I mean I'd rather just do something easy. You know, we were talking about doing a joint party,” she offers. 

“A joint party!” You try really hard to sound excited, but it sounds kind of lame, at least to you.

“I mean, I don't really feel like I need any of those things you would even do separate parties for, like strippers or anything, and it'll be way cheaper for you and Gordon if you're just pooling resources.” She reaches her hand out for your phone, and knowing her, you can easily assume she wants to give you his number. 

You bite your tongue, handing your phone over. “Yeah, for sure.” 

“I'm sure you guys will get along great.”

You know from experience she's wrong, but you just smile and nod. 

You and the best man have butt heads at every event, and he's made it pretty clear he doesn't like Kelly much, and by extension you. After all, she's marrying his best friend and you're, apparently, a stick in the mud, partially because you won't talk trash about her. You haven’t even seen him in over a month, which makes you question his dedication to helping out with this wedding.

Hours go by before you even open your phone to text the ginger. You settle for something simple.

It's the MOH. Let me know when you're ready to talk about the joint party.

Shockingly, you've only just set your phone down when he texts back. 

Whz ths nd whtz a MOH?

He must be drunk, you figure, to be texting like that. 

The maid of honor?

O. U.

You decide not to respond, between the drunk texting and the response to him knowing it's you on the other end, settling down to watch your trash TV. 

It’s maybe four hours later your phone rings, and you glance at the caller ID of Dickhead before picking up. 

“We didn’t need to, like, have a conversation about like, tonight,” you try, the only thing coming from the receiver being the sound of cars and and the wind.

“Nah, I wasn’t doing anything. Can we just make it, like, not lame?” You can hear Gordon sigh, and the scuff of his shoes as he walks.

“What do you mean not lame?” You try not to sound amused.

“I mean, a joint party is already super lame. No strippers, nothing, like, fun.”

“You don’t know how to have fun without strippers?”

“I mean I do,” he insists quickly, “but, like, when I imagined throwing my best friend's bachelor party…”

“Well, they decided they wanted a joint party.” You pull a notepad on your table close. “So, their wedding colors are blues and greens, I’m thinking for the decor we should stick to that.”

You can hear him sigh again.

“What?”

“They’re just, like, such, uh… kinda lame colors together.”

You bite your tongue for a moment, annoyed. “Let’s just do this another time, it's late.”

“No! No,” you can hear him jostling something around. “Uh, why don’t we meet up?”

Your eyes drift to your clock. “It’s two am.”

You hear muffled cursing. “Right, yeah. Uh, night.” The receiver clicks before you can respond, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. If he’s lost his grip on time, this was gonna be a whole other kind of difficult.

When you wake up the next morning, you have two missed calls from Kelly. You can't help but sigh, looking at the time to see it's barely even 10 AM. 

You roll from your bed, working your way through your morning ritual before returning her call.

“Kels, you basically blew my phone up,” you half-whine. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn't realize how early it was the first time I called.” You can hear her rustling around. 

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Ed and I are making party favors.” The audio changes, and you assume she must've put you on speaker. 

“Hey. Morning,” Ed's voice rings through, and you sigh. 

“Morning. Did you guys need help?”

“Could use a hand. Gordon's coming too.”

You almost groan. Or maybe you do, because Ed laughs. 

“I'll see you in an hour!” Kelly calls cheerfully. 

“Yeah, okay. In an hour,” you agree, calling your goodbyes and moving to get ready. 

You get there more like an hour and a half later, and Kelly looks like she might be upset, until you press a fresh coffee into her hand and bring one to her fiance, and she seems to calm down.

“Sorry, sorry! I come bearing caffeine,” you soothe, moving to plop next to Gordon, who gives you a weird look. “What are you making?”

She motions to the table, grinning. “Snack and drink boxes.”

“...What?” You can’t help but give her a look.

“Little boxes of snacks and, like, shooters and edible glitter,” Ed supplies, and Kelly claps her hands, clearly excited.

“I thought it was a good idea!”

“It is, babe,” Ed assures, and Gordon groans loudly.

“Do you have to be all gross in front of other people?” He complains.

“Dude-”

“It's a word,” you interrupt Ed, turning to look at the scruffy ginger man. “He said the word babe.”

“Yeah, and it was gross, obviously,” he scoffs, reaching to grab one of the little decorative boxes Kelly put out.

“What are you, twelve? Babe is one of the tamest things he could call her right now.”

“How? Any of those weird PDA names is gross to use in front of your friends.”

You give Kelly an exasperated look, but both she and Ed just look on, amused. “Please be so fucking for real right now, man.”

“I’m not in this argument,” she tries.

“You’re kind of in it,” you shoot back.

“Let’s just get back to these favors,” Ed offers, taking a box, “they’re super easy but we have a ton to make.”

You’re annoyed, but you move to get to work anyway, taking a long drink of your coffee.

A couple of hours go by in relative silence, though Gordon can’t resist shooting jabs and jokes around, before Kelly and Ed step away to take a wedding call, and you turn to Gordon.

“So for their party, I was just thinking the wedding party all meet at mine, and I’ll decorate, and then we can do, like, a bar crawl. Something easy but still fun.”

He stares at you for a long time. “...What?”

“Dude. Their joint bachelor/bachelorette party. Obviously.”

“Oh. Right. Sounds cool.” A beat of silence. “We should make one of those stops a strip clu-”

You whack him in the arm, and he yelps. “No.”

“I thought we were planning this together!”

“We are. Make a list of bars. I will vet them.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but the couple returns. “Did I hear Gordon yell?” Ed looks between you, both suspicious and amused.

“No,” you answer casually, tying a ribbon over the last snack box. “And we’re done! I need to head out, but text me that list,” you remind Gordon, grabbing your purse and standing. “Kels, I love you, I will see you Friday for your bachelorette. Two days. And in three you will be hitched. Text me or call me if you need me.”

You don’t give her a chance to answer before you’re out the front door.

When Gordon sends you a list of bars that night, you skim the list before calling him.

“Yello?”

“Gordon, half of those are strip clubs. Not bars. Good strip clubs don't even serve alcohol!”

“How do you know that?”

“Gordon.” You don’t dignify that with an answer. “Be real. There are so many bars down this strip, why those? Hell, I will pay for a limo or something to take us further from this stip you started on.”

“When I pictured throwing Ed’s bachelor-”

“You pictured strippers, I get it. This is what they wanna do. Save the strippers for your wedding.”

He snorts, but he’s quiet for a minute. “Fine. I’ll fix it.”

“Are you pouting?”

“Do I sound like I’m pouting?”

“Yes, you do.”

“Are you gonna need help getting your place set up?” You can hear the clink of a glass and someone shouting something in the background.

“I can handle it,” you sigh, confused at the rapid subject change.

“I’m offering.” His voice is almost soft, at least compared to the rest of the conversation. “I can come over and help you put up all that ugly blue and green crap. That’s what you’re doing, right?”

You can’t help but snort a little. “Yeah, I am. But you can show up with everyone else an-”

“I’ll be there at six.” He hangs up before you can even protest more, and you can’t help giving your phone a weird look.

In the morning, to your shock, you do wake up to a new list of bars, ones that are actually all bars, and you almost smile.

When Friday comes around, you feel like you’re insanely busy, between work and making sure you have everything, and when you open your door to see Gordon, promptly at six, you pause, staring at him in shock.

“You’re here.”

“Uh, yeah. I said I’d be.” He gives you a confused look.

“At six.”

“That’s what I told you.”

“You’re not late.”

“I’m not always late.”

“You’ve been late to, like, every event since the wedding planning started.”

He huffs, carefully pushing past you to grab some streamers, looking up at your ceiling. “Are we just going to town or what?”

It pivots from there, Gordon seemingly content to decorate however you instruct, though more than once he argues when you correct him, its… almost fun. Almost.

You’re done just in time for the rest of the wedding party to start showing up, and then, finally, the couple of the night, accompanied by shouting and whooping as you and Gordon pour a round of shots for the large party as a sort of pre-game.

You give each of them an obnoxious crown and sash, and both Kelly and Ed laugh as they’re ushered back down towards the limo you had, in fact, ended up renting for the party, the whole of you piling into the seats, a couple of the others squishing you into Gordon.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, leaning towards you a little.

“It’s cool,” you assure softly, jostling a bit as the ride starts. There’s a lot of shouting, and you think someone else is trying to pour more shots in the bumpy ride, but thankfully, the first bar is a quick drive, and before anyone can crack a bottle open, Kelly is ushering people out with Ed’s help, and into the western-themed bar.

Looking left to right, you can spot a line dance happening on the floor and at least eight cowboy hats.

“Yeah, this is a good one to start a night,” Gordon sighs, moving towards the bar and taking orders from people. The bartender looks familiar with Gordon as he orders the drinks, both laughing it up, and you can’t help but soften a little.

You turn your eyes from him as quickly as you can when Kels elbow connects with your arm. “Ow! What?”

“You’re staring.”

“I wasn’t staring.”

“You were damn near making eyes,” Ed adds in.

“No one asked you.”

“Our opinion is joint now,” Kelly tries, giving a smile to a stranger handing her a drink and congratulating them.

“I didn’t ask you either.”

“Technically, you did.”

You’re cut off by a cold glass hitting your hand, and you carefully take it from Gordon, who just looks between the three of you before setting another drink down and heading to collect more, giving you all a weird look.

You groan, moving to knock your drink back as Kelly laughs. “It isn’t like that.”

“Right, yeah. For sure.”

You huff, annoyed. Sure, Gordon was cute. And while prepping for this party, he’d even been… nice. But you had no intention of throwing yourself all over a guy who never really seemed interested in you.

But God help you, part of you wants to.

You quickly learn, after another drink or two, it's incredibly hard to keep such a large party on track. When you finally round everyone into the limo, you were supposed to head to the next bar an hour ago, and everyone is considerably more trashed than you expected them to be. Someone calls for shots, and your protests go unheard as a bottle gets opened and shots get passed around. You’re once again smushed into Gordon’s side, and everything is fine until something warm splashes your chest.

“Damnit!”

“Shit! I’m sorry,” Gordon calls quickly, sounding a little surprised, and one of his hands comes down like he’s going to wipe the vodka from you before his senses catch up, and he pulls his hand back.

“It's fine,” you huff, glad for the dim lighting and green shirt. 

You can sort of see him shuffling for something, and you hear a muffled ‘aha!’ as he presses a cloth to your chest.

It takes him all of two seconds to snatch his hand away, and, thankfully, no one seems to have seen the interaction. 

You let out an awkward chuckle, dabbing at the wet spot with the cloth. “Thanks… I, uh… think I’ll head home maybe. Do you think you can handle them?”

“Y-yeah, for sure,” he agrees, nodding, and you swear he’s never looked quite so nervous. “Honestly, they’re probably not gonna make it past this bar,” he agrees as the limo stops and the doors open.

You nod, moving to hug your friend goodbye with a hurried explanation. She gives you a pout, but presses taxi money into your hand, despite your protesting, and you can’t get Ed to take it from you either.

The minute you make it home, you make sure your alarm is set, and you crash.

Six A.M. comes way too quickly, but you’re up, and heading to pick up Kelly, coffee in hand. Somehow, she’s full of energy when she gets into your passenger seat, taking her drink from you. You start the trek to the venue, listening to her ramble about the night before.

Thankfully, the actual getting-ready part of the wedding, and the wedding itself, goes pretty smoothly. You, for one, are relieved, not wanting to deal with disasters. You can’t help but tear up, watching your best friend pledge her life away to a man, but you almost laugh when she ushers people towards the reception while the wedding party gets ready for pictures.

For most of them, you’re opposite Gordon, who hasn’t made eye contact with you once, including your walk down the aisle. You don’t even really hear him speak until you’re taking a picture where Kelly wants everyone paired up like when they walked down the aisle. 

His hand hovers over your waist as he mumbles, “I’m sorry. Again. For last night.”

You wait for the photographer to take the picture. “It’s fine, really. Water under the bridge. It’s not like alcohol’s never been spilled on me.”

“I just don’t want you to think I was, like, using it to cop a feel or something.”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Not that you aren’t, like, pretty, but that would be, like-”

“-Really weird of you, yeah.” You hesitate, bringing your hand to pat his arm. “It’s cool.”

“Right, yeah. Cool.”

You’re being ushered towards the reception before either of you can break the tension, and you’re at opposite sides of the table once everyone’s sat, and the interaction barely crosses your mind until after the first few dances, when Kelly is insisting the bridal party go dance, and as everyone more or less pairs up with the person they walked with, you look at Gordon, who looks halfway terrified.

“Well? Come on,” you motion him towards the floor, holding a hand out. 

One, two, three seconds pass before he takes your hand, heading towards the floor for an awkward sort of slow dance.

“I don’t dance,” he admits awkwardly.

“Yeah, I can tell.” You’re content to sway, though, his hands barely resting on your waist, yours resting on his shoulders.

“You, uh, look nice,” he offers.

“With how much Kel paid to get our hair and makeup done, I hope so,” you snort.

“You, uh, look nice the rest of the time too.”

You look at him slowly, a little amused and pretty confused. “Thanks?”

“I mean,” you can’t tell if he’s blushing or his face is always that red, “you’re pretty. A pretty person.”

You’re pretty sure he’s blushing.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you offer.

“You, uh, seem like a lot of fun.”

“So do you. When you’re not being an ass,” you nudge him gently, but he chuckles.

“It’s kind of my default. Total douche.” He waves one of his hands before he returns it to your waist, more pressure than before, and looks over your shoulder, making a face.

You turn just in time to see Kelly pushing Ed’s thumb down, and you turn back to Gordon, who looks embarrassed. “What’s that about?”

“Did you wanna, I don’t know, maybe… go out sometime?” He braces, like he’s waiting anxiously for your answer, and you can even feel his shoulders tense.

“That sounds like fun.”

There’s one, two, three seconds of silence before his eyes return to yours. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Cool,” he sighs, relieved, a muffled sort of ‘oomph’ coming from him as you lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“We can count this as a first date,” you joke, and he chuckles a little, pulling you closer.

“Yeah, sure. Fits for me. Total douche thing to do, having your first date at your best friend's wedding.”

You chuckle, reaching to punch at his arm.

Maybe he wasn’t as bad as he pretended to be.