#clamp school uniform

[mrsleestranger]

Clamp guide book.

Sketches of Clamp school uniform.

[elinda96]

[humiliatemeplesse]

You taught at your town high school and you were also assistant coach to the football team. It had never happened before but this year, in the late summer getting the team in shape for the school year, the quarterback figured out you're gay. He walked by you the last day of summer camp and stopped for a few seconds and whispered "I know you're a fucking faggot and don't try to deny it because I'll go to the principal and tell him you felt me up, that you keep coming on to me, and you'll never work again. Meet me under the bleachers after everyone's left the field or risk your job, your whole fucking life asshole." When you got there he was still in full uniform. "Get on your hands and knees and lick my cleats clean homo and start with the soles." He picked up his foot and as you started to lick those cleat soles he pressed them into your face. "How do you like that faggot?" and he laughed. He made you lick the entirety of both his cleats then kicked them off and told you to lay on your back. He then rubbed his sweaty stinking long white football socked feet all over your face. They were wet, warm, and they stunk. He clamped his toes over your nose. He put one foot on your throat and pressed down until you started to lose your breath and choke. He stood full weight on your face in them. And he fucked your mouth with his sweaty socked foot hard, fast and mercilessly. When he was finished he said "Get used to this faggot, if you wanna keep your job that is" and he walked away into the locker room.

[getodrools]

𐙚 GIVE ME A “D”: TOJI FUSHIGURO!

IN WHICH, cheer coach! toji has to teach the cute bimbo of the team how to arch and stretch better…

I 𝓲. I MDNI ୨୧ f! reader. hcs and pov. college au. dub con-ish: he’s vv touchy and reader is oblivious. age gap: reader; early 20s, toji; 40s. public sex: under the bleachers. size difference. spanking: x1. overstimulation. | WC –> 1.0k+ est ! !

NOTE. this is a repost from my old blog !! :p

⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who watches closely from afar while smacking on some—now flavorless gum as you stretch with your crew in the green fields; watching how those sparkly little uniforms wrap and stretch with your body that flows in routine. the teasing thin and sheer skirt flapping up and exposing your perk ass in those tight blue shorts stopping right at the cup of your bottom...

⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who blows his whistle hard; chest puffing out in annoyance every time your footing is just off by a sliver, making the excuse to slide a firm hand across your lower back. forcing a bow to form at the rough correction; his groin almost bumping close to you when you land – landing with off footing, pushing the larger man to wrap tone arms around your sides to help balance you out, even feeling the tight squeeze he grasps with; it's almost bruising...

⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who scoffs out how much he has to help you out and remind you what you're doing wrong, but that cute little look you perk up at him with... he just couldn't stay mad. and you listen to the older man school you and fondle with your body into different positions ‘til you are almost puppy-eyed. it makes him sigh, giving you another chance and telling you to stretch more before doing more stunts...

⟡ | CHEER COACH! TOJI who finally had enough after witnessing you forget basic routine; doing the wrong move and repeating another and it makes him finally gruff out, “stay after, you need extra practice.” and as the other girls gather their things before leaving; watching with a sulk and hunch you might get kicked off the team, you wait with a twisted stomach...

“now, lift your leg-- like this.”

a firm hand digs deep into the thick of your thigh. lifting your leg with ease and holding you into place as toji bends his own to get a different, yet deeper angle. he uses his free hand to swat a cruel hit against the globe of your ass, forcing a wanted whine out of you,

“yes! coach!” your lower body tingled. almost numb at the rough skin-to-skin clashing with sweat between…

unconsciously and practically whorish, you rut harder back into your coach's tight hold. feeling your slick walls stretching and molding to his length; how his cock pokes and prods at the wet heat between your legs so deliciously.

“see-- fuck, it's not that hard.” toji groans as he draws his cock out; leaking tip never leaving before fucking himself back in swiftly. filling you to the hilt with each languid stroke as he does.

it was almost pitiful how he made you practically tremble beneath him. how pitiful you were to mindlessly follow him beneath the bleachers for extra practice… and how mr. fushiguro even told you're pitiful self that this was the best way to relax all of your muscles to make stretching easier in the future.

it was working too—well, your body was getting looser, almost dangling off from his like some wet rag.

at each bounce, he thrusted you forward with a jolting shock of a need for mercy. the teetering fill of his cock in your tummy brought stars to your eyes and almost made you want to cry out in overstimulation. but the ache building up made you only grip harder against the rails to keep taking the sauntering man in deeper. toji couldn't help himself either, almost growling at the clench you clamp down with; spongy walls sucking him in and creaming a translucent, milky ring at the base of his cock…

this pretty view made the man suck in hard. teeth gritting together. almost as if you knew those green and preying eyes always followed yours, making this clashing to be more lustful and impatient.

as if you always knew how his confines got stiff when you would stretch with your team. he'd stare, hard, practically ogling at you during stunts.

as if you knew the amount of times he had to walk away and jerk one-off in his office from the pure sight of you jumping around; tits and ass jiggling in your uniform. only for that pretty smile to be the topping of it all.

so innocent...

but so stupid.

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[just-a-jock]

Get Digitized

Josh is your typical college kid maybe even a little nerdier. He majored in video game development and is a part of the gaming club at school he really didn’t take part in any social life. He was very average-looking, not too skinny but not too fat. Of course, he has some pudge around him One day while waking to his character design class he noticed a new flyer on the bulletin board

“Love video games? Want to earn cash? Come join our trail of Beta testers”

Josh loved the idea as he continued reading. It did pay pretty well and would provide all accommodations during the duration of the trial. He decides to take the pamphlet and heads to his apartment pondering if he is going to do it or not.

The next day Josh ends up driving to the address. Some big office parks with multiple buildings. “WAG” said the sign out front. He remembered seeing this developer when taking his Indie gaming class last semester. “We Are Gaming” is what the company was called and they specialized in virtual reality games and development. Josh was excited to see what project he would be helping in.

As he walked into the building he went to the front desk.

“Hello I’m here to be a part of the beta testing program,” Josh asked the receptionist

“Hello, please fill out the form on the iPad and one of our specialists will assist you momentarily”

Josh grabbed the iPad and started to fill out the questionnaire. It had all the reasonable questions you might think Until he got to the end

“What the fuck” Josh winced as the questions got more personal. Cock size, sexuality, perceived popularity. Josh decided to answer as he didn’t want to get disqualified and entered the form. Not that long after a man in what seemed like a doctor's uniform comes out from a secure door

“Hello, you must be Josh. My name is Doctor Houston. I’m the head of the VR department. Please follow me” Houston had a very stern voice with a seriousness that he did not want to mess around.

As he started to follow Dr.Houston Josh asked questions “Wow so you have a Ph.D. in gaming or computer science?”

Dr. Houston chuckled before answering “No, I have a MD in Internal medicine. WRG hired me to head the VR department as they want to see the reactions the body takes to long-term virtual reality gaming… and here we are” He finished saying as he opened a room to some sort of laboratory containing a monitor, sleek white gaming equipment and some sport of large computer. On the other side a window looking into what seemed to be a control room

As Josh walks in he hears a door close and lock

“Hey, what’s going on” he screams while banging at the door. After a moment he notices dr Houston walk into the control room across the room and sit down at a desk facing the main room.

Over the speaker “Dear Josh, I will be monitoring your experience from over here. Please strap onto the center platform near the screen so we can start”

Josh felt like this program was more of a medical drug trial and video game testing but decided to continue with what the doctor said anyway. As he walked up to the platform he put his two feet on the conveniently designated spots and looked at the screen as it turned on.

“Welcome player to your new life”

wait new life what did it mean by that. Before Josh could react clamps came out of the ground and attached to his feet holding him in place

“Hey what’s the meaning of this” he screamed

“Please stay calm as we proceed,” the doctor said over the speaker

Large laser pointers came from the side of the computer. “Beginning digitization” the computer screen announced

“Wait what?? What’s happening”

Slowly two beams from the computer started to travel up his body as everything it touched slowly disintegrated

“AHHHHH FUCK IT BURNS STOP IT STOP IT PLEASE” Josh pleated to the computer and the doctor or anyone that would notice

As the computer continued up his body in a burning pain he noticed on the screen a complete 1 to 1 replica of himself….. wait no not a replica that was him…

The computer finally made it up to his head as he pleaded one last time “PLEASE I DON'T WAN…..” He was caught off as his head was completely overwhelmed by the lights

Suddenly Josh regained consciousness but now he is in some white room with nothing around. He then hears a noise

“Customization available……. Character template chooses… JOCK…….. PROCEEDING MODIFICATIONS”

“What is happening stop this” Josh screamed but no one was around to hear him as his clothes completely vanished out of nowhere.

Slowly his body started to change to correspond to the data inside the computer

First Josh's feet grew from his regular size 9s to a huge size 14 which would be making noise anytime he walked anywhere. As the changes traveled upwards his calfs and leg muscles grew. His thighs ended up looking like watermelons and could easily break one if he wanted to between the two.

“Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk” Josh moaned as the changes continued

His cock and balls were next to change as his penis started to pull outwards slowly inching from a 6….7….8…….9……10 and finally ending at a huge size 11 which would make anyone fucked with It limp for days. His ball felt sore as they grew to baseballs filled with cum ready to fill and breed. The last touch to his groin area was the re-growth of his foreskin and ended with a continues leaky cock.

The changes moved to his torso as his abs started to chisel themselves one by one making a road all the way to the growing mountains that were his pecs. His chest looked like it was being inflated and his pecs were the Mount Everest of the range with a pointed nipple which faced downwards due to the muscle growth onto of his pecs.

“Ughh please make it stop…” Josh moaned as the changes continued

Next, his arms grew with his biceps growing to the size of footballs and his hands matching to be able to palm and grab any ball he wanted. The next set of changes started to settle in as hair started to grow across his body. His armpits started to burst out with hairs so thick that even when he put his arms down they would spew from the sizes. Next hair started to travel across his chest and legs thinking and giving him a nice rug that accentuated his already defined muscles. Lastly, but most importantly his bush started to grow more and more from his groin. Anytime of pants or underwear won’t be able to cover the spillage that will be coming over the top of them.

Josh was in a dazed state as the changes started to subside and finish up. He didn’t know how to feel…. Horny? Confused? Scared? Everything seemed so different as he started to hear the voice again.

“MODIFICATIONS COMPLETE….. STANDARD JOCK REGISTERED…… NAME: CHRIS HERNANDEZ… REGISTERED”

Wait that wasn’t his name why would it say that was someone entering all of this

“GAME WILL BEGIN MOMENTARILY… PLEASE HOLD”

Soon everything went black and it felt like Josh fell asleep.

“Oh god…. where am I” Josh woke up in what seemed to be a house much different to his one. It felt almost generated. Against his will, Josh got up from his bed and started to move to the kitchen where his body made a protein-heavy breakfast.

“Omg stop why can’t I control my body what is happening,” Josh thought in his mind completely scared of what was going on. Unbeknownst to him outside the computer his body was being fully controlled by someone on the outside.

After eating the breakfast his body immediately got up and started to walk to a new room filled with gym equipment. “Oh god no,” Josh thought.. His body started to go through an intensive workout against his will.

by the end of it he was completely exhausted with the last bits of energy he had he was able to take control for a moment and scream out

“HELP IM STUCK” . . .

“Um Doctor, there seems to be an issue,” the voice said

“What seems to be the problem?”

“The character said something weird… “Help, Im stuck” in like screaming pattern” he responded

“Ahh that’s strange don’t worry about that. We can fix that in the next patch. Might just be grabbing from some unused text files. Thank you for pointing it out” The doctor replied as he walked away taking notes and smirking

Josh was now completely trapped inside WRG new game “US” a life simulation game where gamers can be anyone their dreams can be. Unluckily for Josh, he was stuck being the complete opposite of his original self. Now is a template of a stereotypical jock for those who are too lazy to create their own characters in the game.

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I hope you all enjoy. This was a story swap with @axeegliter. Check out their story and blog!

[spindrifters]

I've been doing battle with my internet all day to get this up for Lynxmas. I would not be bested!! I refused and I persevered!! So a very happy birthday from me and the rowdy 11 year olds to our favorite barwench humble forest cat @lynxindisguise!!

There’s a peculiar shuffle to sharing one’s room, a frenzy of activity when it comes to four boys squashed into a rather small circular dorm that puts Remus—not only used to the solitude of his own little cottage bedroom, but raised without so much as a single other child his own age for at least ten miles in each direction—decidedly on edge.

It’s a continuation of the chaos from the welcoming feast, where the newly-sorted Gryffindor boys had quickly found their stride and accompanying role in the ecosystem. James and Sirius, no longer competing over who could eat more chicken thighs but still loudly trying to one-up each other’s boasts about feats of accidental magic. Peter, scrabbling to get a word in while his eyes gleamed with excitement each time one of them noticed. And Remus, the impulse to join in the fun warring with Dad’s gentle word of warning before he climbed on the train earlier in the day—can’t be too careful, lad.

He pushes that to the side, focusing instead on finding his plush grindylow Raccoon at the bottom of his trunk. It’s a poor replacement for Jeff, the very real grindylow who lives at the bottom of his garden pond and who he already misses something fierce—and he is not going to let the other boys see that he brought a stuffed animal with him to school, thank you very much—but still. It helps to know that Raccoon’s there. It helps to know he'll have at least one friend at school.

Because Peter’s nice, but he and James are already friends from growing up, and Sirius and James… Well, he supposes they mean well, but with their shining black shoes and posh accents and the way they barrel loud and bright through a conversation like nothing in the world could touch them, Remus can’t help but be intimidated. For Merlin’s sake, Sirius has silver monogrammed cufflinks on the sleeves of his school uniform. Even if Remus does manage the courage to ever string more than two words together in front of his new dormmates, he can’t imagine they’d ever want to be friends with someone like him.

There’s a flash then, followed by a bang, and Remus becomes briefly distracted by a whirling firework escaping from James’s trunk. There’s laughter at that, a slight salve to his fluttering, nervous gut when the other boy winks at him from behind square-frame glasses, but then James turns back to say something to Sirius instead and stops. He gapes.

“Why are you wearing a dress?”

“It’s not a dress,” Sirius sniffs, looking affronted at the very idea. “It’s a nightshirt.”

Well, whatever it is Sirius has changed into while the rest of them weren’t paying attention, it certainly looks like a dress. It’s white, and ankle-length, and buttoned all the way up to just beneath his chin. Also, it’s frilly. Very frilly. If anything, it looks like something out of Ma’s old and battered copy of A Christmas Carol, like he should really have a long nightcap and candleholder to go with it.

Remus can’t help it. He snorts.

Sirius snaps his gaze over, steel grey eyes boring holes into him, and Remus wants to melt into the floor beneath his feet. “Well, what do you wear to sleep, then, if it’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Not my gran’s nightie,” Remus replies, feeling he ought to be congratulated, actually, on such a witty remark. Only Sirius’s eyes flash at that, and immediately his jaw clamps jaw shut.

But then James is cackling, and Sirius seems to take in his new dormmates for the first time since they all began changing for bed. James, in a vest and Quidditch shorts. Peter, in a matching set of broomstick-patterned pyjamas. Remus, in a pair of joggers and the oversized green jumper that still smells like Dad. A red flush creeps up Sirius’s pale cheeks. “Oh.”

It occurs to Remus then, that this wasn’t at all what he wanted, either. He didn’t want to make Sirius feel bad about it. He hadn’t wanted to embarrass him.

So it’s a poor offering, maybe, but he finds himself digging out another jumper—orange, this time, but a nice soft one, and not too oversized or nubby—and says, “D’you want to borrow it?”

A moment passes, then two, and then Sirius is smiling wide. “Cheers, Lupin,” he says, a shine in his eyes of something Remus doesn’t quite know how to place.

In future days he’ll come to understand that that look is the surefire sign of Sirius about to do something that’s not the done thing—not by pureblood standards, anyway, whatever the hell those are. All he knows right now is that Sirius isn’t yelling at him—or worse, ignoring him—and then James is throwing an extra pair of Quidditch shorts at Sirius’s face and saying no one wants to see his skivvies, and then Peter is breaking out a massive bag of Bertie Bott’s to share, and maybe it turns out that Remus can have friends, actually, after all.

[sassycheesecake]

You’re walking down the hallway, ready to take the biology test.

Going over your notes that you prepared yourself with two weeks ago, you mumble under your breath, repeating what blood type is compatible with different types and the differences between viruses, bacteria, parasites and fungus.

When you walk past the janitor’s closet, you don’t see a big hand snatching your wrist and pulling you inside.

Screaming in fear, you drop your learning cards and a second hand clamps over your mouth in order to muffle your screaming.

The door slams shut, and your wide eyes find mischievous brown eyes with a teasing smirk, that you know and love.

Taking his hand off of your mouth,

"Issei Matsukawa! You scared the shit out of me!" You whisper-yell at him, calming down your racing heart and breathing.

"I haven’t seen you at lunch, wanted to make sure my girlfriend is still alive." He grins at you while placing his hands on your waist to pull you closer to his chest.

He already has his volleyball uniform on, the turquoise number 2 almost illuminating the dark space.

"I am really sorry, you know I have that test in a little bit and if I fail this one, my mum will kick my ass." You apologize.

"No worries but I know a way you can make it up to me." Issei lifts his eyebrows in a suggestive matter.

When he presses himself closer to you, you can feel his hard-on through his gym shorts.

Giving him a deadpan look, you turn him down.

"Issei, we have like five minutes. And with you it’s never five minutes. And I am not doing this in a closet with you, I have more dignity than that."

"Then about a good luck kiss? A couple for your test and my practice."

You think for a few seconds, giving into your desires.

"Alright, but only five min-" The ravenette interrupts your talking with a harsh kiss that quickly turns wild and passionate.

His big hands wander down to your things, underneath your school uniform and squeezes them twice, an indication for you to jump.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you told your head to the side to deepen the kiss.

With your tongue sneakily gliding over his lips, he immediately grants you entrance and your tongues begin a war that he wins.

The longer the kiss, the more Issei and you begin to pant and moan.

Tanging your hands in his curly, soft black hair, you tug on it harshly and the Middle Blocker hisses at the sensation and pushes you into the wall.

The school bell rings, signaling that the small break is over and Matsukawa unwillingly parts from you but not fully, until you can still feel his soft lips against your own.

Panting your hands travel from behind his neck to his face, you and the middle blocker still have your eyes closed. The rush of Oxytocin fogging up your brain and the adrenaline rushing through your veins is making your mind race with desire.

"I really should get going, otherwise Mr.Hashita is not going to let me take that test." You whisper, calming down from the passionate kiss you shared with him.

"Yeah, that’d be a real bummer, considering you canceled on me so many times to study for that stupid test." Matsukawa says with a chuckle, pressing one more chaste kiss against your lips and then lets you go.

Opening the door, you fix your hair and top a little bit, trying not to make it too obvious you just had a heavy make-out session with your boyfriend in the janitor’s closet.

Matsukawa doesn’t even bother to fix himself up, in fact, he looks pretty proud to have made out with you with the possibility of getting caught.

"Wipe that satisfied smirk off of your face Issei!" You giggle while shoving him a bit.

He chuckles along with you, picking up your cards that you dropped earlier to hand them back to you.

Thanking him for the gesture, he puts his Aoba Johsai jacket around you, kind of like marking his territory.

As he leans down to give you one last kiss, you’re interrupted by his approaching teammates.

"Did you two just fuck in there?" A familiar voice, that sounds like the Aoba Johsai’s Setter, asks in a disgusted manner.

Squeaking and being startled by the sudden noise, you and Matsukawa turn to see Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki and Yahaba with grinning faces staring at the two of you. With the exception of Iwaizumi, who looks like a disappointed parent.

"Really Issei? The janitors’ closet?" Iwaizumi scolds the Middle Blocker with a frown.

But Matsukawa is in such a great mood, he doesn’t care.

"It ain’t my fault that I got game and the rest of you don’t." Matsukawa shrugs and makes his way together with Maki to the gym.

"Listen up you little shithead! I’ll have you know that all the girls in this damn school want me!" Oikawa calls behind the middle blocker.

Ignoring the Setter, Matsukawa continues the path with Maki on his right.

"Did you really just have sex with her in there?" Maki asks intrigued.

"Didn’t have enough time for that. And I never half-ass things. Pretty sure Oikawa would have bust his balls in like two minutes."

Maki laughs at that and both teens make their way to the gym in a great mood, especially Matsukawa seemed to play extremely well that afternoon.

[batty4steddie]

Can I Keep It?

@spicycinnabun and I's contribution to steddiebang 2023! ❤️️ | Chapters: 1/12 | Rating: M | Read, kudos or comment on ao3 | We have a playlist. ❤️️ | Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Chapter 1: Have You Ever Been Arrested?

Robin had the night off. Band practice or some shit. Steve was so bored. It had been dead in Family Video all day until finally, finally someone remotely attractive came into the store: Christina Kelly, a blue-eyed, bright blonde-haired Hawkins High cheerleader. On some girls, the uniform looked frumpy, but on her, the shortness of it skirted nicely over her ass. Steve’s eyes roamed up her mile-long tan legs and settled on it. She was drop-dead gorgeous.   He licked his lips and continued to watch her browse the shelves for a minute. She must’ve come from practice or a game. Steve remembered her instantly. Hard to forget a face and body like that. Damn, sometimes he really missed high school, even if it was just for the eye candy.   Once he got a good, long look, he approached her with a warm smile. He welcomed her to the store and introduced himself. While he remembered her, she didn’t remember him at all. Even after he told her he was on the basketball team, the one she had cheered for all three years they had gone to school together.

Whatever. 

The bell above the door tinkled as Eddie swaggered in. It was 6 P.M., and he was fully prepared for the campaign on Friday night, so he figured he would rent a few flicks to watch while he struggled through his trig homework due tomorrow. You know, be a responsible student. Maybe some entertainment with his studies would deter him from giving up and smoking the superb grass Rick had supplied him earlier that week. Eddie had already sampled more than he was technically allotted. It was just too good to keep his sticky fingers out of.    Nobody was at the front counter to greet him, but Eddie spotted a tuft of styled brown hair bobbing by one of the shelves and a blonde ponytail with a green scrunchie he recognized as belonging to one of the Hawkins High cheerleaders. Steve was thrilled—not only to have someone to talk to, but he was still trying to find the one, and Christina? She could be it. Smoking hot and unsure of what she was looking for, damn if she hadn’t come to the right place. Steve turned the charm up to eleven by taking the liberty of showing her around the store. The sections of the store were clearly labeled, but he still guided her, asking if she liked comedies, romances, or thrillers. Not pegging her as a horror fan. Eddie rolled his eyes with a smirk. He had half a mind to jump in and yell BOO! to interrupt whatever heterosexual mating ritual was happening between the romance and action movies. Instead, he headed towards the horror section one aisle away from the pair, gaze flitting over the titles. When one caught his interest, he picked up the empty case and turned it over to read the premise. 

Night of the Creeps, where alien space slugs turned people into sorority girl-eating zombies? That sounded pretty metal.   For every suggestion Steve made, Christina took a video off the shelf to consider it. That made him think that she was totally into him. By his last suggestion, The Legend of Billie Jean, she had an arm full of tapes. He went into a brief synopsis, explaining it was about a brother and sister on the run from the police, which prompted a sly question. He paired it with his most devilish smile.

“Have you ever been arrested? ‘Cause it’s gotta be illegal to look this good.” 

The voice of none other than Steve Harrington nearly made Eddie choke on his spit. He hastily reshelved the movie. How had he not recognized that famous hair? Eddie’s fingers clamped onto the top of the shelf as he stealthily peeked over it. He felt a giggle bubbling up in his chest at the schmoozy smile plastered on Steve’s face.   The cheerleader backed up a step, expression twisting. “Ew, I have a boyfriend.” She dropped the movies from her arms, shoving past Steve towards the exit. “Creep.” 

Eddie covered his grinning mouth with his hand, rings clacking against each other gently. Steve Harrington had zero skill when it came to the babes. Eddie always figured he tossed his hair, and they flocked to him. What a pleasant surprise.

Christina’s reaction was so bad. There wasn’t even a laugh at the fun cheesiness of it. Of course she had a fucking boyfriend. How many times was Steve going to go barking up the wrong tree? He groaned when the tapes hit the floor, and his smile instantly dropped. His concern was more about damage to the tapes that Keith would take out of his pay if they were broken than his bruised ego from Christina calling him a creep. Which hardly was the truth.   The bell jingled as the door closed. In the ensuing silence, a giggle finally escaped. Eddie quickly ducked out of view when Steve turned in his direction. He poked his head around the corner before coming out, starting a slow clap. “Wow. That was epic, man.” 

Steve was just about to bend down to pick up the tapes when he heard a laugh. The fucking laugh he wanted Christina to laugh. He hissed and flushed briefly with embarrassment, of course, because what was worse than striking out? Having a certified freak witness it. “Yeah, well, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a chick on your arm, Eddie. Can’t blame me for trying, man. I’m just not her type.” 

Because she had a fucking boyfriend. Steve was beyond annoyed—he was humiliated, and the tapes were still on the floor. He sighed softly and bent down to scoop them up. 

“You wouldn’t,” Eddie replied, not missing a beat. “My arm is for me only. I keep all my foxy ladies back at my sweet, sweet bachelor pad.” 

From Steve’s bent position over the videotape, a piece of hair had fallen into his eyes as he looked up at Eddie. His brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything. Just looked completely puzzled by the comment.

He knew Eddie was poor and lived in a trailer at the trailer park, but even he could get chicks to hang out with him there? Or was he keeping some women there against their will? Eddie wouldn’t admit that to him, would he? Even if he was a freak like everybody said. 

Steve shook his head and huffed inaudibly. He wasn’t sure if that was the truth, but still, he didn’t like hearing when other people were successful in their romantic pursuits.

The last time Eddie had a chick on his arm was in nineteen-seventy-eight at a Burger King birthday party when Jeremy Jenkins dared Heather Drew to kiss him. She’d tasted like ketchup and strawberry Lip Smacker. Eddie had spent the entire excruciatingly long three-second kiss staring at the cardboard cutout of the king standing behind her. Eddie’s grin widened when he spotted the red on Steve’s cheeks. He held back from further mocking purely for Dustin and the other kids’ sake. According to his little sheep, Steve might as well have hung the fucking moon, but Eddie still saw him for what he was: a bully. Plain and simple. The guy who would call Eddie names in the hallways along with his dumb jock friends. Eddie's back was well acquainted with bruises from being shoved against lockers, and his face had taken many a beating by the dumpsters. It might never have been Steve’s particular fist in his face, and Eddie had never taken anything lying down (fuck no), but he knew Steve’s kind. And he wasn’t a Harrington groupie. 

“You could help,” Steve griped when he saw one of the tapes had gone as far as three feet, right where Eddie was standing. 

Eddie toed the movie closest to him with his sneaker. Molly Ringwald’s pouty face stared up at him from the cover, which was cracked right down the middle. Eddie crouched on his knees to grab it, his pants pulling uncomfortably tight from the stretch. 

While leather looked punk rock as hell, it wasn't the most forgiving fabric, especially when it was actually cheap pleather. 

Steve stood up with the tapes and set them on the counter while Eddie picked up the last one.

“Yeah, this one is busted,” Eddie said, popping open the case to reveal an identical crack down the tape, one of the inner reels poking through.

Steve winced. That hurt.  “God damn it,” he said softly, coming over to take it from him and looking it over himself.  Yeah, it was broken. 

“Sorry, Molly, but if it's any consolation, your movie was probably shitty anyway.” 

“Actually, it’s a pretty good movie, man. It was really popular, too. We just got it back from being rented for a while. I’m going to get questions about it all week. Who knows when we can get another copy.” Steve walked it over to the trash and threw it away. “I think you might’ve liked it. It isn’t all about her. She’s kinda annoying in it, but there’s a guy, Bender, who kind of has… your fashion sense and disposition.” 

Steve chuckled as he discreetly checked out what Eddie was wearing. Eddie’s leather jacket and jewelry were pretty similar to that character’s. Steve returned to the counter and looked over the rest of the tapes. Luckily, they were fine. 

Eddie rocked back on his heels in surprise, starting a slow walk around the circumference of the counters as he eyeballed Steve. He hadn’t expected the guy to keep talking to him. Still, here he was, going on about Eddie's fashion sense, his disposition?  Was that an insult? Eddie didn’t know what to do with this. Why was previously reigning King Jock giving him the time of day? Why wasn’t he busy admiring his reflection in the window?   God, this job must’ve been boring as hell for him to actually do it. 

“Were you looking for something specific? Seriously doubt you came to witness me striking out with Christina Kelly. You just got lucky.” 

It was kinda funny now. It got Steve smiling and shaking his head at himself. 

The store was still empty, and he was still lonely, so he could at least do his job and help Eddie find a movie since that was his reason for coming to the store.   “Um…” Eddie crossed his arms. Uncrossed them. “Nothing specific. Something to keep me from faceplanting from boredom into my homework.” Or lighting up and spending the rest of the night floating like ash on the wind. 

“Definitely don’t miss homework,” Steve replied while he took the tapes off the counter and started putting them back on the shelves where they belonged. As Eddie continued to walk around, Steve noticed a little jingle from his wallet chain as he paced the store.

“Something spooky, maybe?” Eddie wiggled his fingers with a playful smile to cover his discomfort. This unexpected turn of events piqued his curiosity, so he didn’t mention he had already found a movie.  

“Something spooky, huh?” Steve asked with a playful smirk, though he was turned toward the shelves so Eddie couldn’t see it. 

Of course the freak was into horror. That wasn't a surprise. Family Video had a stellar horror collection. While the last couple of years had been horrific in Hawkins, Steve still enjoyed the fictional movie version sometimes. Most of the horror movies he had seen triggered his memory in a good way when it came to making weapons and fighting off Demogorgons with them winning. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve got lots of horror here. Although, if you’re a fan… which is safe to assume?” Steve asked Eddie when he turned back to face him, raising his eyebrows.  He knew it was true, so he smiled when Eddie nodded a bit. “Alright, we’ve got Fright Night, Day of the Dead, Return of the Living Dead, A Nightmare on Elm Street two and Friday the 13th, part five.” 

Surely, one of those Eddie hadn’t seen. Eddie met Steve back at the horror section, popping his hip against a shelf as Steve read the newest releases. You’ve come to the right place, Steve said. Had he come to the right place, or was he actually in an alternate reality where a jock didn’t tell him to return to the Hellfire he came from? Why did Harrington keep smiling at him? 

And why did he smell so good? Was that coconut? He should have smelled like old pizza and dirty gym socks like most guys their age. Eddie knew he was rocking cigarette smoke and not much else, himself. It would be very unchill of him to lean in and get a bigger whiff of that coconutty paradise. 

To Steve, horror movies weren’t all that bad. A lot of them were funny and cheesy. Totally entertaining enough that doing homework during them was probably possible. 

Horror movies made him adamant that the group stay together and stay put instead of getting involved, but no one ever listened to him. They wanted to go, get involved and split up, which were the worst horror movie tropes. Their lives had become just like the people in every horror movie he’d ever seen. There was no convincing his babysitting crew of that, though, so he took the lead every time.    “Vampire, zombie, deranged burn victim with knife fingers, murderous goaltender…” Eddie went through the list. “What flavor monster goes best with trigonometry?” Eddie pinched his chin with his fingers as he pondered it. “I wasn’t too thrilled with the first four Fridays. Not much to those plots. Not nearly enough razzle-dazzle." He graced Steve with jazz hands this time instead of spooky fingers. “Elm Street had a lot more going for it. Maybe I’ll take the sequel. Thoughts? Got a favorite?”   If Steve had even watched any of them. Though Eddie was a fan of most things horror - the more outlandish, the better - he didn’t watch them all that often. He didn’t have the patience to sit and focus for a long time without help from his favorite herb. It was good background noise, mostly. 

At least with D&D, he was actively participating. He didn’t have to sit still. He could move around, and he got to use his wickedly colorful ideas, feeding off of other people’s imagination and making a story come alive. 

Some things, like math homework, were so fucking stifling he wanted to shoot himself. 

It was hard for Steve not to notice Eddie’s jazzy hands. His fingers were adorned with a plethora of shiny rings. He was talking animatedly with them about the different movies. The shininess of the rings caught his eye, especially with the extra movements. 

Steve hadn’t been into movies before he got this job. (Robin was the one who really got it for him, talking Keith into it somehow.) Back then, he could only name two movies: Animal House and Fast Times. He’d come a long way since then and had a lot of downtime in the store since they were only busy on evenings and weekends. 

When he and Robin worked together, they always put a movie on or had one going. They’d gone through most of the horror. He’d entertained Robin to no end when he’d talk back to the TV, putting his hands on his hips and yelling, “No. No, don’t go in there! What are you doing? No!”  

Steve looked down at his watch. Still an hour and a half was left of his shift. Also, the closest thing to jewelry he wore was his watch, but Eddie’s rings did seem… dare he say… cool. Maybe he could pull off a ring or two.  

“I agree they should’ve stopped with the first Friday.” He didn’t really have a favorite. “They’re all pretty good for what they are, but I think you should go with the sequel, yeah. You already have an idea of the characters, so you don’t have to pay too close attention and can get your homework done.” 

While Steve was checking his watch and probably wishing for his shift to be over, Eddie was dragging his heels. He was surprised to find he would’ve been okay hearing Steve talk more about movies. He didn’t sound particularly passionate about horror. It made Eddie wonder what he did like. Probably some predictable slapstick with lots of boobs, like Porky’s. 

“Joy,” he replied, thinking of his homework waiting for him and almost letting out a whine. 

Steve grabbed the movie off the shelf and headed towards the counter so he could get Eddie checked out. 

“Guess that’s that,” Eddie added in a mutter Steve couldn’t hear. Eddie followed him, drumming his hands on the countertop as Steve pulled up his account and started typing away.

It was best that Eddie left before he decided to do something like lean in and smell the guy on purpose this time.    While he waited, he sifted through the snack selections, unsettling all the organized displays. He stuck his hand in one of the round glass jars, dislodging the loosest ring from his finger as he rifled through it for a fistful of fizzy candies. The ring fell to the bottom of the jar, unnoticed by Eddie, who slapped the sweets on the counter. He also grabbed a box of Nerds, a bag of Skittles, and a Big Hunk bar on impulse. Steve smiled a bit because usually, it was only bratty kids begging their moms for candy that got it from them. Steve didn’t mind that Eddie was getting more than the movie. When he saw everything he was getting, though, he couldn’t help but judge some of it. Most of it was the real sugary stuff. The Big Hunk bar was the only thing he could get behind. 

“These are addicting,” Steve said about the Big Hunk bar. He could feel his mouth starting to water just looking at it.

Likes Big Hunk bars. Eddie filed that information away in his head without really knowing why. It wasn't like he’d need to use it later. 

“I'm gonna need a bag,” he informed Steve. These pants did not have usable pockets. 

“Of course.” Steve nodded, swallowing his spit as he started bagging everything up.  

He wondered if Eddie was high. All this candy made him think that he had the munchies or was going to later. Most of the kids at school got their weed from him, so it wasn’t a stretch. 

Ah, he could remember the last time he got caught getting high. His dad had accused him of being on drugs. He could remember just saying he wasn’t and that marijuana wasn’t drugs. That hadn’t gone over well. 

Once everything was rung up, Steve told Eddie the amount, took the cash and got him his change. He handed over the bills and coins and pushed the bag of candy and movie toward him. “Enjoy...” 

“Thanks, big boy,” Eddie said, grabbing the bag with a tongue click and a wink.

He left the store, mouthing big boy? to himself in a split second of internal embarrassment before he shrugged it off and hopped in his van, taking off down the road towards the trailer park.  

Steve’s eyebrows rose and then furrowed. A shiver ran through his body like an electric shock, unsure what that was about or what caused that reaction in him. 

Slowly, he realized. Maybe there was a reason he’d never seen a girl on Eddie’s arm.

Steve stood there for a few minutes, perplexed by what had happened, until he snapped out of it and started straightening up the store. There probably wouldn’t be any more customers tonight. While Steve was re-organizing the candy Eddie had disheveled, he saw that one of the jars was low, nearing empty. He grabbed some candy to refill it when something shiny caught his eye. 

He reached in and pulled out a large skull ring. Eddie must’ve left it behind by accident.

Only when Eddie was settled in for the night with his homework open, the movie on, and his candy pile rapidly dwindling did he notice one of his rings missing. 

“Shit,” he swore, looking at his naked finger where a fanged skull used to be. That one had been his favorite. 

He looked around inside the trailer and outside of it with his uncle’s flashlight, but nothing shiny turned up in the beam.

Steve thought about calling Eddie up and letting him know he could come get his ring, but then he put it on and looked it over, smiling. He could totally pull off a ring like this. 

He’d try it out for a day or two, then give it to Dustin to give it back to Eddie when he saw him next. They were good friends now, to Steve's dismay. He wasn't jealous of anything. 

Eddie didn't seem too bad... for a freak.  

[miss-tc-nova]

Bird Watching - Leona Kingscholar x Reader

I've noticed recently that I have a habit of gesturing to my cats when I catch them staring at me. They don't care. But I think Leona would.

Premise: It bothers Big Kitty when you make rude gestures at him

Words: 632

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               Warm sun lights my path, the world left in a comfortable atmosphere perfect for just about anything I could think of. So I figured I might get a head start on some homework.

               Trailing along the sidewalk towards the library, I spot the lion threatening to nap among rustling leaves. Those chartreuse eyes take notice of me, gaze boring into me—waiting. Without thinking, I lift a finger. There’s no malice or real meaning behind the gesture; it’s just some silly habit I picked up when I noticed Big Kitty staring at me. And to show its dismal insignificance, I continue my way into the school without a fuss.

               Or at least I try to.

               As I round a corner, a hand snags the back of my uniform. I nearly fall as I stumble backwards to keep up with pull. One of the spare study rooms flies open and shuts with a bang before I’m let go. In a bit of a fluster, I turn to come face to face with Leona, far less lax than he’d been earlier.

               “Are you mad at me?” he demands.

               The sudden question has me baffled. “Huh? No. Why would you think that?”

               His eyes narrow. “Because you keep flipping me off.”

               It takes me a moment before it clicks. “Oooooh.”

               “What the hell is that about? You still pissed that I made you late to your potions class?”

               My face falls deadpan. “I wasn’t, but now that you bring it up, yeah. I got detention from Professor Crewel and had to collect all the plants for the next day’s classes.”

               “It was one detention.”

               “It was mandragoras.”

               “You had earplugs.”

               “Earplugs don’t stop them from biting!”

               “So you are mad at me.”

               “I am now.”

               He holds a hand up, pinching at his nose. “If that’s not the reason you’ve been flipping me off, then why?”

               “I don’t know, because I can?”

               Whatever retort he thought he had catches in his mouth. He stares at me utterly dumbfounded.

               When he regains his voice, he repeats his question. “Wh-Why?”

               So I repeat my answer. “Because I can.” Then I turn the questions on him. “Why are you staring at me anyway?”

               He didn’t expect that. “What?”

               “Don’t think I didn’t notice. You wouldn’t even know I was flipping you off if you weren’t staring.”

               That scowl returns but there’s no way in hell he’s intimidating me when I have the upper hand.

               “Who in their right mind would stare at you?”

               “You apparently. Unless you’re telling me you’re not in your right mind.” I grin. “Is this a cry for help? Do I need to take you to the infirmary?”

               His ears pull back. “You’re a real pain in the ass.”

               I jam a finger against his chest. “You’re the one who dragged me here!”

               “Because you keep flipping me off!”

               “Because you keep staring at me!”

               “Because you’re too fucking cute!”

               “Because you—wait what?” I was not prepared for that.

               He stares at me, mouth clamped shut, looking as if he was just blindsided. Without warning, he opens the door and walks out of the room. Not satisfied with letting it go, I rush after him.

               “Hold it! What did you just say?!”

               Ignoring me, he keeps walking. Jumping in his path doesn’t work as he has the strength to just push through me. Even grabbing his tail and pulling, which should be death sentence, doesn’t stop the man who now refuses to acknowledge me. Though I think we end up making more of a scene when I end up climbing onto his back, still yelling at him to talk to me. Strangely enough, nobody does anything more than stare and go about their day.

               Just another day at Night Raven College, I guess.

[stray-kaz]

A Soft Landing : a Bob Floyd x reader oneshot

Summary: You had to hear from Maverick that Robbie had been forced to eject from a trial flight due to bird strike setting the engines on fire. You are distressed and displeased, but he might have a way to disarm your fear.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written a love scene for Bob, so please be gentle, but tell me what you think.

18 and up, y’all.

There was a sudden clamor and a frantic female voice.

“Robbie! Where is Robbie?”

Jake glanced over at Bob with a smirk.

“Robbie?” he repeated. “Does widdle Baby on Board have a lady friend?”

Bob turned to face the open doorway right on cue as you sidestepped neatly in front of a bemused Maverick, (who had told you Bob was in one piece), and aimed straight at him with the force of a hurricane. He braced himself just in time for you to slam into his chest, your fingers curling tightly and twisting the fabric of his uniform shirt.

Your head tucked under his chin, he held onto you tightly, one hand on the back of your head, palm stroking evenly down in smooth motions. Bob met Jake’s gaze and was faintly surprised to see that his ever present smirk had faded to a taut smile and there was even concern in his eyes.

Bob could feel the force of your shakes as unbidden tears dripped down your cheeks and onto his collar, leaving small damp patches. You had told yourself you wouldn’t cry, but the stress had gotten to you in the end.

You spoke finally, but the words were so muffled in Bob’s shirt, he couldn’t understand. He grasped your shoulders gently and eased you back a bit so he could see your tear stained face. A muscle went off in his jaw, but you knew it wasn’t because he was mad at you, but at himself for putting you in this position, afraid.

“What did you say?” he asked quietly.

You sniffed and wiped roughly at your eyes with the heels of your hands, now painfully aware that you had an audience. You wanted him to shield you, but knew that wouldn’t happen until you were done.

“Why didn’t you call me?” you muttered. “You could have been half drowned for all I knew. Or all drowned.”

You reached up to push a strand of hair back into place and the others caught a glimpse of the shining plain wedding band wrapped around your ring finger, and the flicker of a yellow jewel above it.

“You’re married?” Natasha demanded, eyes wide. “Since when?”

Bob rolled his eyes to the ceiling and reached into his shirt collar to pull out a matching silver band on a long chain. It swung, catching fragments of the light.

“Since high school graduation” he said, his flat gaze daring any of his teammates to challenge him on it.

Jake opened his mouth, but Bradley clamped a hand over it and started to drag him away, shaking his head at him. Natasha just stared as Bob dropped the ring back into its place.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” she asked, sounding wounded. “Me, at least? Why don’t you wear it on your finger anyway?”

Bob sighed and wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you in close.

“I didn’t tell anyone because it raises too many stupid questions about my sanity at the time and whether she was pregnant at eighteen. I don’t wear it on my finger because it gets in the way of the controls.”

He nodded abruptly, turned you both and walked away. You leaned your head on his arm and glanced up at his face.

“I was pregnant at eighteen” you reminded him.

“Yeah, but they don’t need to know that.”

He bent slightly to kiss your temple.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t the one to call you. Mav called Nat’s people, too. I’m sorry. Does Bella know?”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t want to freak her out. I told her I was heading out to pick you up from work. She’s with my brother.”

Bob nodded.

“Then she’s safe” he said, and the fist tight round his heart loosened its grip.

He stopped moving and you let out a quiet squeak of surprise as he suddenly leaned down, balancing your face between his palms, and kissed you, kissed you hard until you were both breathless and dizzy from oxygen loss. Bob caught you as you swayed on the spot, head reeling, pulled you back to whisper his lips over yours again.

“I was so scared I might not see you again” he said softly, his eyes tightly closed behind his glasses. “You were my first thought before I was outside the plane and Bella was my last before I hit the ground.”

You bit your lip and wound your arms around his shoulders, reaching up to sink your fingers into his hair, ruffling out some of the gel and holding on. Pilots walking past eyed you both a little askance, uncertain, but you ignored them, intent on holding onto your husband until he had stopped trembling. Shock tremors ran through his hands where he gripped the back of your dress, crinkling the material and bunching it up slightly.

“Whoa there!”

You reached behind your back and grappled with his hands, finally freeing your dress and threading your fingers in between his instead. His eyes were still closed, but when he opened them, they were dark blue, almost navy in shade, and you gulped. You hadn’t seen that look for a while.

“How long has it been?” he asked you quietly.

You knew immediately.

“A few weeks? You’ve been here training for a couple and before that, I had my period, so...”

You tailed away as Bob tightly squeezed your hands.

“Call your brother” he whispered in your ear, sending an aching shiver down your spine. “Ask him to take Bella for the night and we’ll pick her up in the morning.”

You swallowed hard again and nodded, slipping your cell phone free of the slender pocket sewn into the right hand side of your summer dress. You dialed obediently and listened to it ring.

When you arrived home with Bob all but attached to your back, his hands molding your hips, your own hands tremored as you fumbled with the door key, all too aware of his warmth up and down your back, the bite of his belt buckle pressing into the small of your back and then lower, to your tailbone as he shifted down to snatch the keys from you and jam the correct one into the lock.

You turned gratefully to thank him, but he just tossed the keys onto the hallway table and pushed the door shut with his foot. He cupped his hands round his mouth and hollered for his daughter, just in case. When there wasn’t a response, he turned and pulled you into his arms, grinning. 

“Sounds like we’ve got the house to ourselves, lovely girl” he practically purred in your ear. “What do you wanna do first?”

“I could have a shower real quick” you suggested, eyebrows raising slightly.

Bob just shook his head and kissed your cheek, murmuring quietly against your skin.

“Still takes too long. And I did nearly die today.”

Something sharp flared in your eyes and for a second or two, he wondered if he had taken it a step too far and was just about to seriously backtrack and apologise, when you lurched forward and kissed him on tiptoe, nose bumping his and mouths slotting together unevenly.

He grunted and slid his hands up from your back, to your shoulders and finally to your face, which he tilted to give himself a better angle for his tongue. You whimpered softly and gripped at his shirt, scrunching the fabric hard against his chest. You felt his smile as his teeth gently scraped against yours.

“Did you miss me or just what’s below my belt?”

Your mouth rounded in surprise, but you rallied quickly.

“Both, Robbie, both.”

He bit his lip, rolling it between his teeth before you tugged it back and kissed him again.

“I love you, too” he managed to get out, muffled by your lips.

He kissed you like that for long minutes, strong hands never leaving your face.

Finally, you stepped back, panting marathon hard, and glowering at him. He stared back at you, surprised and a little startled.

“What?” he asked, spearing his fingers backwards through his hair that you had been messing up seconds earlier.

“Robbie Floyd, it has been three weeks since you made love to me, and you haven’t touched anything but my face. Get a move on!”

To punctuate your words, you lightly smacked an open palm against his shoulder, sending him back an inch. Bob gazed down at you for a second more and then yanked you back to him by your hips, causing you to yelp in surprise and then smirk a little as he kissed you fiercely, desperate hands bunching up the hem of your dress and then smoothing it down over your backside.

You jumped a little and your hips grazed his, both of you gasping at the contact. It really had been a while, and your mind was already spinning from the lack of oxygen and the pressure of his lips on yours.

Bob started to walk backwards, aiming for the stairs. He reached them and sat down hard, tugging you crashing down on top of him, the polka dot dress rucking up around your waist. Bob leaned back and pulled you again so that you were perched precariously over his hips, the smooth texture of his uniform pants and the hardness beneath them rubbing lightly between your legs.

You suddenly felt too warm in your own skin, the material of your summer dress all of a sudden itching all over your skin.

“Robbie...” you whispered, the heat making you feel shy.

“Hmm?” he hummed, glancing up at you, clocking the flush in your cheeks and the swell of your lips.

“Take it off.”

He slipped his palms against the skin of your thighs and slowly moved them up, dragging the dress with them, your cell phone falling out of the pocket and toppling down onto the hardwood floor behind you. You hardly even noticed, barely heard the telltale strike of it hitting hard as Bob’s deceptively delicate fingers danced across your stomach and dug into the flesh over your hips. 

You realised after a few silent moments that he wasn’t breathing in or out, and you glanced at his face to see him staring down at you, slack jawed. You squirmed under his attention, tilting back and forth on his lap, almost crying out at the grind.

Bob was struggling, taking in the sight of you in matching floral patterns, cotton and lace darting down between your thighs and barely caging your breasts. He raised his eyes to yours when you reached out and touched his chin, tipping it so that he looked at you.

“Breathe” you said softly to him. “Just breathe, handsome.”

He inhaled harshly and slid his hands around your back to fiddle with the clasp of your bra, eyeing you right up close. You nodded and he picked that lock quick and practiced, sliding the straps down over your arms and tossing the garment down the stairs.

“Oh, I missed these, too” he breathed out, fingers twitching on your sides.

Breath hitched unevenly in your throat and you shifted on his lap again, arching your back a little so that one nipple grazed his already parted lips. Without a word, he licked it into his mouth and you became painfully aware of two very obvious things: first, Bob really did know what to do with his mouth, and two, he was still fully clothed.

The ache between your legs throbbed violently, matching the thunderous pace of your heart. He mouthed at you, his teeth scraped sensitive flesh, and his hands grasped your hips, helping you to rock back and forth over him.

At last, you grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from your chest, eyes wild and lips wet.

“You’re still dressed!” you gasped.

He blushed and reached down to tug his shirt out of his pants, drawing it over his head until you could snatch at the chain hanging around his neck, looping the too big ring over your pointer finger.

“Thank you.”

Bob couldn’t help grinning up at you, even with the obvious blush painting his cheeks.

“You’re welcome.”

You settled down more firmly on top of him and framed his face in your hands, pulling the chain up across his jaw.

“I love you, Robbie” you told him, kissing the tip of his nose.

He nodded and then in a surprising show of his strength, lifted you off his lap and onto the step next to him, then sloped down a couple steps below you and tugged you forward onto the edge. He carefully took his glasses off, folded the arms in neatly and placed them down beside you.

He looked up at you to see wide eyes framed by the blackest lashes he had ever seen, irises almost gone, swallowed by pupil.

“What are you - “

You were cut off by his lips on yours and the touch of his hands as they gently inched your underwear down and off, exposing you fully to him as your hips were shifted involuntarily.

Bob glanced at you again and set his hands on your knees, slowly prying them apart and settling his shoulders in between them. Then he maintained hot eye contact with you as he pushed his head between your thighs and licked gently into you.

Your mind shuttered as you tossed your head back on the step behind you, dying to shimmy your hips away from his insistent mouth, but his hands held you prone, not allowing you to move away or buck up. A dull ache set into place in your back as it pressed against the stairs, lancing up your spine, but you barely felt it as instead, you paid all your attention to the sensations splitting you open as Bob’s nose nudged against the almost painful bundle of nerves at your apex.

Finally, you could take it no longer, and shoved at his broad shoulders, panting hard and mumbling incoherently.

“You okay, lovely girl?” he asked, instantly concerned. “Too much?”

Without a word, you dropped down one step and reached out to him, palming him through his trousers. He moaned as his hips twitched forward into your hand. You slowly stood up, guiding him up with you.

“I want you so, so much” you said firmly. “But not on the staircase.”

Bob followed you obediently, careful not to step on your feet, but as he walked, he lowered one hand and soothed a finger inside you, soon joined by another. You gaped and moaned at the intrusion, your thighs clenching around his wrist. The two of you continued to sway backwards in the direction of your bedroom, push and pull, give and take.

As soon as you were inside your safe space, however, all bets were off and so were Bob’s remaining clothes. He unlaced his boots in double time and shucked off his pants and underwear, half throwing you on the bed and clambering over you, covering your skin with his and stealing all the air you breathed.

You opened your legs around his hips and he was inside you in seconds, pushing his forehead into your shoulder as you moaned at the feeling, and he shuddered, relief pouring out of him, grateful to be buried deeply inside you again after such a time apart.

You grasped at his forearms, his shoulders, his lower back, leaving shallow divots with your nails. He drove in and out of you like a man possessed, finally kissing you again, mixing the air between you and clashing teeth, biting and nipping at you as he sank again and again.

Your eyes rolled and your thighs shook around his hips, clenched tight as he rocked into you. You could feel the tightrope, feel your balance leaving you. And then he murmured something in your ear that spiralled you over that final precipice.

“You ready to have that second baby?”

You came hard around him, shattering his resolve so he exploded, moaning out loud as he spilled inside you, his hands coming down to grip bruisingly onto your hips.

Long moments ticked by before you were capable of forming words for him, but when you did, you said them with a smile as you looked into eyes the colour of an unruffled sea, peaceful and quiet.

“I thought you’d never ask, handsome.”

The next morning, your daughter was waiting outside the front door of your brother’s house, waving when she saw the familiar car.

“Daddy!” she called out, beaming. “Hi, Momma!”

You waved back through the windshield and she skipped to the car, throwing open Bob’s door so she could hug him, pressing her smile against his seatbelt.

“Hey, Bella” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Fancy seeing where your old man works?”

Her face lit up.

“Really? You’ll take me?”

He nodded and she whooped and jumped into the backseat, blowing you a kiss.

When you walked onto the base, Bob led you and Bella straight to the training room, where the rest of Dagger squad would be waiting. They all were, and they turned to see you walk in, Natasha first and Jake second to notice the ten year old girl holding tightly to Bob’s left hand, while you held his right.

Natasha’s eyebrows shot up and Jake pointed an exaggerated finger at you, his mouth hanging open. Hangman, indeed. He jabbed his index in your direction, his gaze flicking between you and Bob.

“So she was pregnant at eighteen!” he crowed. “Robbie, you sly dog!”

He had the good decency to blush.

[sleepingdeath-light]

for old times’ sake ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1522

content ; sexually explicit content, alcohol consumption, reminiscing, over the clothes touching, handjobs, clothed grinding, anal sex, semi public sex acts, intoxicated sex, intoxicated sex acts

fandom ; harry potter

pairing ; sirius black x cis male reader

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It was rare for you and Sirius to find anything resembling a private moment in the repurposed Black estate given just how many people were there. Then again with the whole of the Order being cooped up in the town house it was only natural that privacy was sparse to come across — but on this quiet school night evening, the two of you had somehow managed it (with the help of a few white lies about needing more groceries, some leaks here and there, and a handful of illusion and privacy spells, of course).

And now, sitting arm in arm with your lover turned ex turned lover again, with a half dozen bottles of various alcohols strewn about the various cluttered tables and armrests of the lounge room, it was difficult not to start to reminisce about the past. About that blissful, simpler, time before the war, before the deaths, before his false conviction, back when you were just two lovestruck young men sneaking around the grounds of Hogwarts just to get in a few drinks and a couple of touches before class — and by the wistful look on your partner’s face, it seemed like all of the drinks had also left him in a bit of a nostalgic mood.

So, bringing your fifth (or sixth?) shot of whatever was in that bottle to your right up to your lips, you let your mind truly wander back to those ‘good old days’ (as Remus had called them once upon a when).

To when you were both red faced sixth years (if one could still be called that midway through the school year), fresh into your relationship and every little touch and look was as exciting as can be, and you were sat on the train into Hogwarts for the umpteenth time (though it never stopped feeling special to muggleborns like yourself and Remus). When James and Peter had hurried out of the booth you were all awkwardly packed into, and Remus was too distracted by his latest book to notice anything beyond the end of his nose. When Sirius had encouraged you to sit on his lap and he’d wrapped those strong arms of his around your waist to keep you in place and he leaned in close to whisper into your ear — starting off light enough with jokes that made you groan and chuckle in equal measure, before moving on to something more risky whilst letting one of his hands reach down to start to gently palm you through your uniform (calling you ‘handsome’ and ‘hot’ and telling you all of the wonderfully nasty things he was going to do to you once you were alone in the dorms).

That was first time the two of you had branched away from innocent brushes of the hand and pecks on the lips when nobody else was looking. Quite the leap to take (and one that had left your head spinning and your cock aching at the time), but looking back you were so very thankful he had.

Because if he hadn’t, then you wouldn’t have experienced even a quarter of all of the wonderfully forbidden things that you’d done together over your final two years at Hogwarts.

Things like nearly being caught in a supply closet in professor Slughorn’s classroom between classes: one of your hands clamped tightly over Sirius’s mouth to keep him quiet whilst the other was wrapped around the thick base of his cock, stroking him quickly from root to tip and pausing to give him a threatening look every time he started to get a bit too vocal for your liking: those beautiful brown eyes of his, wet with tears and wide with an innocence you knew he didn’t possess, staring pleadingly at you as he tried to convey as much as he could with looks alone (pleading, glaring, huffing, rolling his eyes at your scolding, and nearly crying when you edged him again for being too loud); his hands, warm and soft and large, grasping at anything within reach to ground himself, whether that was the shelf behind him, the sides of your cloak, your collar, your (by now very undone) house tie, or just your shoulders as he tried desperately to abide by your instructions. It was a whole ordeal and you’d ended up taking thirty minutes for what was supposed to be a quick (five or six minute) handjob in a cupboard, but all of the frustration was worth it when you saw how he reacted to being called your ‘good boy’ for finally staying quiet like you’d asked.

Things like sneaking out of the bleachers during a game of quidditch that was far more boring than any quidditch game should be in order to make out with each other without getting interrupted. You could remember it like it was yesterday: passing that bottle of fire whiskey between yourselves and taking alternating swigs of the burning liquid between kisses, drunkenly straddling his waist and grinding down onto his hard straining cock, him moaning and groaning against your lips, the dull thud of the bottle falling over onto the grass, the feeling of his hands massaging their way up and down your sides, how soft his hair was as you buried your fingers in it, the awkward stagger back to the stadium afterwards whilst trying to hide the obvious stains on your trousers. Looking back on it now you were sure that everyone sat near to you (especially the long suffering Lily who always sat to your left during such games) knew exactly where you’d disappeared off to and why, but back then you thought you were invincible. No wonder why muggles call it ‘liquid courage’; get enough fire whiskey in you and you’ll think you can take on the world or make yourself as quiet as a mouse (you really should have bought her an apology bouquet since she was the one sat closest to where you’d ended up during the match… poor woman, how she was able to keep looking you both in the eye afterwards you’d never know).

Things like sneaking Sirius into your bedroom when all of your roommates were busy getting wasted at a party down in the Hufflepuff dorm room. When he’d carried you up those stairs like you were newlyweds and tossed you down onto your bed so hard you’d bounced once, then twice, before coming to a stop with his coat (that you’d ‘borrowed’) flapping unceremoniously over your face with such mundaneness that the two of you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at it (too sober to be so easily amused but drunk enough on love not to care). How it felt to have the weight of his body atop your own, comforting and warm and heavy, whilst you made love over and over again — switching positions so often and going for so long that you were sure that your bed was soaked through with cum and sweat and lube by the time you were finished, and yet neither of you cared enough about the mess to not fall asleep in it. How he never even bothered to pull out at the end and how you found the feeling of being filled too comfortable to complain, so the two of you simply nodded off like that: spooning, naked, messy, and too deeply in love not to care about all of the questions you’d be bombarded with the next day when your roommates found you.

Things like having the freedom to be relaxed and adventurous and in love no matter what anyone else had to say. Things like being able to be yourselves around each other, mess and sweat and drunkenly rambled about vulnerabilities and all.

You missed those days dearly and, as you looked at your love through new and old eyes (whether it was the nostalgia and alcohol talking or not), you realised that he was just as handsome as ever. Older, yes, and certainly worn down by his time spent in Azkaban, but he was still your Sirius: same deep brown eyes that you could easily get lost in, same messy hair that you loved to run your fingers through (made better by the salt and peppering of grey that the years given earned him), same crooked smile rife with mischief that you wanted to kiss until you were both breathless… and, honestly, the beard really suited him.

And, clearly, by the way he was looking at you his mind had ended up at the same conclusion, so you broke the silence with a lightly slurred proposition.

‘Fancy a quickie? For old times’ sake?’

The corners of his eyes crinkled and he laughed, putting his bottle to one side as he turned to look at you — truly look at you — for the first time in years. Speaking a single affirmative phrase before all but pouncing on you, finding a familiar space between your thighs to settle himself into as you explored the mixture of alcohols (whiskeys and wines and beers and spirits, muggle and wizard brewed alike) on each other’s tongues.

‘For old times’ sake.’

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Lavender Roses ~ (K. Ootori x Reader)

pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader

In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is. Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!

-> summary: You expected him to whine a bit, yelling at the twins to stop playing unfairly while rubbing the bump on his head.

However, you didn’t expect the tiki statue to light up.

-> word count: 17.3k (she a long one)

-> tw!: mentions of small injury (including blood, scrapes, ankle injury, and being knocked unconsious), mentions of drowning sensations (no oxygen, trapped underwater). please read if your comfortable!

-> legend:

(f/h/f) - favorite hot food

(f/f) - favorite fruit

(f/c) - favorite color

see masterlist!: masterlist

taglist: @abbysblogsstuff @sunukissed @kisskissshutmydoor @idonia-dovahkiin @greensnakegoblep @vervainnnn @desert-fern @delievia @obeythemasters @luca-nightshade

Jungle Pool SOS!

“Haruhi!”

The brunette turned slightly at your voice, and she watched with a small smile as you picked up speed behind her, your leisurely pace molding into a speed walk to catch up with your friend. A drink carrier balanced in your arms as you made your way to her side.

Ringing bells of gold signaled the end of the school day and crisp, early spring air blew through the cherry blossoms of the courtyard. Uniforms, both yellow and lavender, covered the space, the crowd heading to the cars lined up along the road. Students were excited to go home and spend the evening doing whatever they chose. 

In your case, however, instead of taking this evening to perfect one of your many engineering projects, the Host Club collectively decided to meet up after school. Kyoya had informed everyone that he had a sort of field trip planned for everyone, and he needed your input on it. He had stated that everyone’s perspective was appreciated, and mandatory.

“Hey, (Y/n).” Haruhi says as you walk with her, her deep tone relaxing as you match her stride. “How are you?”

“Good!” You reply, and she quirks an eyebrow up at the bounce of your step and the brightness in your voice. No one should be this cheery after an entire school day. 

Before she can speak on the matter, though, you reach into the pile of to-go cups balancing on your forearms and produce a medium sized coffee, the words “Love of my life” written in black sharpie on the side. 

“Here, this one’s yours.” You say as you hand her the drink, your fingers clamping around the top of the cup like a toy crane. She laughs a little at the name. “I figured since we are being forced to work on our time off, I thought everyone might want a hot drink as a nice pick me up! I asked them to make a coffee with equal amounts of milk and sugar for you. They even used the instant coffee that you like.” 

The coffee is warm in Haruhi’s hands as she takes it from your grasp. She breathes in the steam, grateful for the heat it provides. “Wow, (Y/n), thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” 

Smiling at her appreciation, you shake your head. “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I thought you might need the energy boost, considering our esteemed company this afternoon.” You joke, and Haruhi chuckles as she brings the drink to her lips.

The honor student takes a sip, relishing in the taste of the cream and the coffee beans blending together. She swallows, and as the warmth blossoms in her chest, she registers just how many drinks you have in your arms.

“How did you have enough time to get these? Didn’t school let out a few minutes ago?”

You smiled, joyfully working to rearrange the pyramid of drink orders so that they didn’t spill out of your grasp. “My engineering teacher gave us a lot of freedom today. She said that as long as we had everything ready for tomorrow’s presentation, we could leave class early.” You shrugged as you assessed the organization of cups. “I figured since I had to come back here anyway, the least I could do is buy everyone a few drinks.”

Haruhi squinted her eyes at you over her cup of joe, suspicions firing from both sides of her brain. They trailed over the glint in your (e/c) irises, the extra spark in your movements as you both continue to walk towards your agreed meeting place.

“You’re extra cheery this afternoon.” The brunette bluntly stated.

You turn to look at her this time, a little confusion gracing your features. “Am I?” Your glance then roams around the academy’s property. “Just excited to get started, I guess.”

She hums in thought for a second before turning her attention back to her drink. “I think it’s because you’re excited to see Kyoya.” 

At the sputtering that occurred to her right, she was surprised none of the drinks made it onto the ground.

Haruhi laughs a little as she sees you trip over yourself, and she reaches out to help you, making sure the cups are stable in your grasp. “Do you want me to hold some for you?” 

You heaved a light-hearted, defeated sigh as you passed her two cups, one that said “Thing One” and another that read “Princey”. “Am I really that obvious?”

She shakes her head lovingly as you both continue to walk. “No, not to most people. But I know you.”

Scoffing playfully, you nudge her with your shoulder as you both arrive under a beautiful archway that has been built on Ouran’s property. As you both wait underneath it, you see two limousines appear, but ignore them, as limos are a very common occurrence when it comes to rich students. 

After a few minutes passed the agreed meet up time, you look at Haruhi. 

“Maybe we should call them? See where they are?” You say, but right when you’re about to fish your phone out of your pocket, an arm loops under yours, picking you up by the shoulder.

“Targets-” You hear a familiar voice beside you.

“Captured.” When you look over, you see that Haruhi is in the same position that you are, except she has Hikaru to her left, while you have Kaoru to your right.

“What the hell?” You say as you tighten your grip on the drink carrier.

Haruhi is thrashing a little in Hikaru’s grasp. “Wait! What is-”

Before she can ask her question, the window of one of the limousines rolls down, revealing Tamaki. To add to your growing confusion, he was wearing a red lei and sunglasses, looking very smug in his seat. 

“Good work.” He says, and gestures to the limo behind him. “(Y/n) goes in that one.”

“Roger!” Shout the twins, and off you go. Kaoru is suddenly dragging you away from Haruhi as you watch her get pushed into Tamaki’s car.

“You better tell me where we are going right now, Kaoru, or I’ll-”

He interrupts you by opening the passenger door to the second limousine and shoves you inside, a large smirk on his face. Before he shuts the door, he grabs a cup out of your carrier, the one labeled “Thing Two”.

“Don’t be such a brat, (Y/n).” He teases with his cheshire grin. “Patience is a virtue.” 

And with that, he closes the door, trapping you inside. 

Your brow ticks with annoyance as you stare angrily out the tinted window, watching him return to the limo in front of you, and you sway as you feel the car start to move. 

“I take it that's for me?” 

You cannot catch a break as another surprising voice sounds across from you. You jump slightly before processing the fact that Kyoya is sitting across from you, hands folded neatly over a brown journal resting on his lap. 

“What?” You ask, still reeling from the events prior.

“The drink. In your hand?” His gaze rests on one of the only two drinks left, a small earl gray tea labeled “Shadow King”.

“While I find the name intolerable, I will take the beverage.” The ravenet speaks again, a smirk resting on his sharp features, and you sigh, accepting your fate.

Thrusting the drink tray out in front of you, you roll your eyes playfully. “Just take it.” And when he does, you add. “After all this, I find the name to be quite fitting.”

Kyoya’s smirk never left his face after that. 

After an hour or so passes, coffee cups lay discarded in a themed trash can, the bin looking very similar to a Tiki statue. Even the remains of a small black coffee labeled “Mori'' and a strawberry frappuccino with “Cutie” scribbled on the side lay atop the pile. 

Instead, the sunlight reflects through crystal glasses filled with tropical drinks and refreshing ice. As the scene pans out, tropical birds fly through a domed space, winding through tall palm trees and intricately built water slides. 

A certain red bird trained his eyes on a bright, yellow shape, and his excitement and curiosity heightened tenfold. He had never seen that big of a flower before, but it looked soft and inviting. The bird dove for it, his red color blurring in the air as he moved closer to his target, thinking that he might be able to break off a petal or two for his wife back at their nest-

“Squawk!” Haruhi shooed the winged-pest away from her yellow pullover casually, the red bird sounding its surprise as it flew away quickly. She was too distracted to care though as she shielded her eyes from sunlight beaming through the waterparks glass ceiling, still racking her brain as to how exactly she got there. 

‘Am I dreaming?’ The honor student asked herself when no rational answer appeared in her logical mind. ‘We’re still in Japan, right? It’s not really known for its tropical locals.’

Before she could question herself further, a manicured hand settled onto her shoulder, kicking her off her train of thought.

She looked to her side to see a shirtless Tamaki, and even she had to admit that he absolutely glowed in the sun’s path. His blonde hair shined, and the light rivaled the sparkle of his violet irises. It was hard for her to look away, that is, until the prince opened his mouth.

Then it was very easy. 

“Behold, Haruhi, bask in the beauty of tropical birds!” He sighed dreamily as he followed the feathered things in their flight. “Aren’t they breathtaking? I wonder what they’re called.”

She shook him off of her slightly as she felt a migraine already forming behind her eyes. The brunette took a moment before turning to the blonde once more, only to find that he was already lounging in a long chair, sunglasses over his face. 

“Right, so…” She said, getting his attention. “Where’s the exit?”

She could feel the eyeroll the prince gave her before settling into his seat more comfortably. “Try to make the most of this down time and just relax.” A smirk made its way on his chiseled features as he raised the drink in his hand. “We’re so worried about keeping our good looks day and night, we deserve a little vacation.”

The headache began to wrap around her skull to nuzzle into her brainstem, but her face didn’t have enough energy to convey anything other than a deadpan expression.

“Personally, I think this is pointless and a waste of time, so can I go home now?” She chided, fully turning away from the prince to talk to the actual person in charge. “I should really be studying, and I’ve got a ton of laundry to do today.”

Her bare feet take her to a certain ravenet lounging under the shade, his little brown book open on his lap while his fingers expertly work his pen onto the pages. The seat next to him is empty, only a towel draped over the back of it giving any evidence that someone might be sitting there.

He seems busy, but Haruhi decides to interrupt his thoughts for the sake of her freedom. “Senpai, where are we anyway?” 

Kyoya barely gives her a sparing glance before returning his focus to his notes, but answers her question. “This place is a brand new theme park that my family, the Ootori group, runs. It’s called the Tropical Aqua Garden.”

She takes in the resort in front of her, watching as the lazy river a few feet away glides and ripples against the tile walls. 

“I don’t understand, I thought the Ootori Group ran hospitals and that they’re focused on the medical business, Kyoya-senpai.”

The Ootori son feels the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly at her correct observation, and finally meets her eyes before his next statement. “Yes, but my family likes to diversify and try different things. Besides, this place could be classified as a healing facility.”

Haruhi hums in thought, and Kyoya is about to expand his explanation before the sound of wet footsteps are heard behind him. Haruhi has barely any time to move out of the way before you are barreling past her, feet slapping against the concrete before they are leaving the ground. The twins in the pool jump at your fast approaching figure while Honey sits on Mori’s shoulders cheering you on. The Hitachiians rush to move out of your way, making room for the inevitable.

You laugh and squeal as you push off the balls of your toes when you reach the pool’s edge, quickly hugging your knees to your chest and screaming Cannonball! in mid air before becoming submerged in the water below. 

Kyoya uses his book to shield himself from the, frankly impressive, splash before making another note on the page, his smile a little bigger now. 

“It can also be therapeutic.” He says, gesturing to you and the twins splashing each other once you come up for air. “Think of the people who are overworked who would just love a vacation in the south tropics. However, they may not be able to get time off, or they may not be able to afford it.” He put his book down and reached for his tropical glass, adjusting his glasses to his nose.

“Those people can now come here and reduce their stress levels. The Ootori group's primary concern has always been for the good health and well-being of the general public.” At the end of his speech, he flashes Haruhi a host grin, and she feels a weird shiver up her spine.

“Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.”

At your voice, the two hosts direct your attention to you, and Haruhi notices Kyoya’s Adam's apple bob slowly at the sight of you, his smile faltering into something more real.

With your palms placed in front of you, you pushed yourself over the ledge, stretching your back slightly to feel the sun on your newly exposed skin. He didn’t dare to breathe in case it disturbed your peaceful image.

But as you walked out of the pool and towards him, Kyoya just stopped breathing.

Earlier, when you had emerged from the changing room in your new two-piece, Kyoya had been on the phone with his family’s managers, too distracted to fully take in your appearance.

But now, his eyes followed stray droplets as they fell off your wet eyelashes, down the perfect shape of your cheekbones before slipping in between your parted lips, a sight that made him lose his breath. 

More cascaded over your shoulder and across your arms, finding a home on your bare stomach. Another drop streaked over your chin and down your neck before disappearing somewhere he refused to look, out of his immense respect for you and, of course, his own sanity. 

Cooly, he locked eyes with the twins following behind you before turning back to Haruhi, silently cursing them in his head for helping you pick out such an exquisite swimsuit. One that flatters every curve and dip in your body. One that lit his nerves on fire at the site.

Clearing his throat, it takes Kyoya a little more than a second to organize his composure, mind still hazy from your appearance. 

“The park doesn’t officially open until next month, but the host club was given a special advance invitation.”

Your laugh sounded again, closer this time as you stopped in front of him and oh, why would you do that? How could you laugh like that and look like that and not expect him to be bursting at the seams?

“Oh, so we are just a bunch of guinea pigs for your new waterpark?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at the man below you. “I’d expect nothing less from the Ootori’s.”

Kyoya rolls his eyes, reaching over to your chair to hand you your towel. “Never expect anything less from the Ootori’s.”

You chuckled again and reached out to take the towel from his grasp, feeling the graze of his fingertips when a sweet, higher pitched voice calls for your attention.

“(N/n)-chan! (N/n)-chan!”

As you dab your head to get rid of the excess moisture, you turn to see Honey-senpai skipping towards you with pure delight on his features, and your face softens at the sight of a pink floaty around his waist. 

“What’s up, Honey-senpai?”

When he gets to you, he grabs your arms and tugs on your wrist, making you smile even wider at his antics. “Wanna share some coconut juice with me? Or some mango cake?”

He suddenly runs around you, spinning you off your balance so that you fall into the chair next to Kyoya. Another laugh pushes past your lips as you adjust yourself to recline a little bit. 

“I’d love to have some coconut juice with you, Honey-senpai.”

And if you thought his face couldn’t get any brighter, you were proven wrong as his eyes widened into happy saucers as he giggled away happily, appeased at your choice.

The energy that Honey had brought you was collected into a moment of calmness as your gaze traveled to Mori, who watched a bird fly over his head in the distance. 

The stoic host turned and looked at you directly, as if he felt your eyes on him. Knowing him, he probably had. 

You smiled at him and waved, and got a simple smile and nod in return. 

He was precise and to the point. Something that you admire about Mori-senpai, but something that admittedly took a little getting used to. 

You sigh and lean back. “This is so nice.”

“Does this mean you forgive me for not telling you where we were going?” Kyoya asked beside you, a knowing look playing on his lips.

Wiggling deeper into your chair, you throw an arm over your eyes, completely content with the sun warming your skin as your favorite megane sits beside you. “If it means you take me to places like this, you can surprise me all you want.”

Unbeknownst to you, gray eyes lingered on your form before another content simper made its way onto the club director’s visage, happy to see you happy. 

“Hey Haruhi!” The peace was broken as the twins finally made their way towards your group, a banana in Hikaru’s hand. 

Kaoru points to the large yellow slide in the distance. “You wanna go check out the water slide?” His offer falters, though, when he notices Haruhi’s yellow sweatshirt and green checkered shorts. 

True to his character, Hikaru reads his brother’s mind. “Hang on, what’s the deal with the pullover you’re wearing?”

Haruhi pulls at the elastic band at the bottom of her jumper. “Oh, this thing?”

“Tamaki made her wear it.” You say, hearing an offended, betrayed gasp from the table next to you, your eyes shielded from the dirty look the prince was giving you. 

The twins spun to face the boss. 

“Why would you do that?” Hikaru asks, discarding his banana peel into some unknown area. 

“Yeah, we even brought all of our mother’s latest designs for (Y/n) and Haruhi to try!”

“Meh.” The gingered brothers turned again, surprised at Haruhi’s disinterest. “I didn’t really like any of them. I mean, one of them was only a couple of strings.”

Another strangled cry from the lounge chair Tamaki occupied.

You pulled your arm away from your face to join the conversation. “Oh yeah, I tried that one on. It was a really good material, but it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.”

A gurgled cough sounded to your left as Kyoya brought his drink away from his lips, covering his mouth as he tried to swallow without difficulty. The twins smirked evilly at his reaction.

“You okay, Kyoya-senpai?” They said in sync, a mocking tone hidden in their smiles.

“I’m just fine.” The third son said darkly, clearing his throat as his glasses flashed at their attempt to fluster him even more than he was. “It just went down the wrong pipe.”

“A proper lady should not show that much skin until after she’s married.” Tamaki said, his face beet red at the topic of conversation.

“Oh yeah?” Hikaru starts.

“Then why is it okay that (Y/n) isn’t covered up?” Kaoru finishes. 

You and Tamaki meet glances, and you see him nervously trying to find some sort of excuse as to why he cared so much about Haruhi’s privacy and respect. You simper a little bit, sensing his dilemma before saving him from answering. As his best friend, you knew that Tamaki hadn’t confronted that aspect of his feelings for Haruhi yet, and you didn’t want him to explode on that lounge chair.

Hopefully, though, he will be able to answer that for himself eventually. 

“I wouldn’t let him. Why would I hide your mother’s amazing talent under some sweatshirt?” You say, adjusting the bikini on your hips.

“Plus,” You say looking over at Kyoya, a newfound confidence taking over you. That’s what the power of a good swimsuit holds. “I look amazing.” You state matter of factly, winking at your favorite ravenet.

With an air of nonchalance, Kyoya merely arched a brow at your antics before shaking his head and turning away. Mentally, you fist pumped when you notice the light pink dusting the tip of his ears, and you knew you got him. 

Oblivious to your small victory, the twins turned back to Haruhi. “So you’re not going to swim?” Hikaru asked, a complete deadpan on his face. What was the point of coming out to a huge waterpark if you weren’t going to swim?

Unless…

Kaoru asked the question he was thinking. “Hold on. You do swim, don’t you?”

Haruhi lets out a groan of annoyance at her two classmates. “I can swim just as good as the next guy, but this isn’t my idea of fun. We’re just gonna spend the day goofing off.” She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Honestly, I’d rather be home. I don’t understand what’s so great about this place, and really all you need to swim is a plastic pool.”

You prop yourself up a little more. “A plastic pool? What’s that?”

She turns to you before her face shifts into a thoughtful look. “Hm, let’s see.” She starts making a large circle with her arms, trying to demonstrate the size of the toy without actually having it in front of her. 

“I guess they’re about this big, and uh, and this round. And you pump it full of air.”

Hikaru and Kaoru look at her like she just said the sky was red instead of blue. 

“You dunce.”

“That’s an inflatable boat, dummy.”

Haruhi’s mood turns foul again as she yells at the brothers. “Guys, it’s an inflatable pool! Haven’t you ever seen kids playing in one?” 

“But isn’t that too small?” You ask, taking a sip of your coconut juice. “There’s no way something that size could be used as a pool, it would be too cramped.” 

Your drink is knocked out of your hand as Tamaki pulls you out of your chair, much to your distaste. Next to you, the twins stumble to catch up in his grasp as Tamaki crouches, speaking to you in a sharp, hushed voice. 

“You idiots! If Haruhi thinks it’s a pool, then it’s a pool, got it?” His eyes are wide, and his lips pucker with his attempt to keep his voice down. “Don’t go embarrassing her! She can’t help it if she’s an ignorant commoner.”

“She’s far from ignorant.” You say under your breath, knowing that if you turned in your crouched position, you would see Haruhi staring right back at the three of you, her arms folded or tapping her foot. 

“So, you just want us to lie to her?” The twins asked simultaneously, and Tamaki nodded firmly.

The twins blinked at him before a smile crept onto their faces. 

“Nevermind that, we’ve got a question for ya.” Hikaru asks, looking between Tamaki and his brother.

Kaoru continues. “Why did you make Haruhi put on that monstrosity?” 

Hikaru just shrugs. “I mean, I’m sure you would’ve been all ‘I wanna see Haruhi in a swimsuit!’.” It wasn’t that hard to imagine, and you found yourself grateful that Tamaki didn’t throw a tantrum for once. “Not making her cover up like that.”

“It was surprising.” You admit before standing back up and brushing yourself off. You didn’t need to tease Tamaki into telling you something you already knew. 

“What are they saying?” Haruhi asked when you made your way back to her and Kyoya.

“Uh,” A sheepish smile stretched your face. “Would you believe me if I said nothing?”

She rolled her eyes and grunted, making her way over right behind Tamaki before the twins pointed at her. The prince jumped in surprise, slowly turning to face only to cower at her deadpan energy.

“Well,” you sigh, leaning against your chair. “That’s what he gets for telling Haruhi what to do.”

You look over at the hum of agreement that emits from Kyoya’s throat, and you catch his cursive lines from over his shoulder as he continues to record the world around him in his notebook.

“What are you writing about?” 

He looks at you before clicking his pen closed and handing you the book, allowing you to flip through its pages. Notes like ‘too many palm trees’, ‘diversify drink menu’, and ‘add diving board’ covered the lines, and you sent a confused glance his way.

“Referring to yourselves as my guinea pigs isn’t straying too far from the truth. This trip doubles as a test run for my family, to see if there are any kinks that need to be worked out before the park officially opens to the public.”

You nod with a knowing smile – because of course Kyoya could never just take a break and enjoy himself for once – and continue to look through the leather-clad booklet.

“And thanks to you guys, I’ve gotten some great data today.” The ravenet uses a delicate finger to support his lenses, and you see a flash of the business man he is already becoming. 

Your heart beats a little faster.

Kyoya opens his palm for his notes, and you move to hand it back for him, only to hold it just out of his reach.

“While I appreciate your ability to multitask, I’m sure you’ve taken the necessary data to report back to your father.” Your eyes are sincere when they meet his. “Promise me that for the rest of the day, you’ll actually relax.”

His eyes squint narrowly while his jawline ticks, and you see his mind working out a debate to your request. 

“Please?” You beg, and what could he do, really? When you were looking at him like that?

The argument he had loaded in his throat dies at his lips. 

“Fine.” Kyoya says, his voice warm as he reaches over and closes the gap between him and his book, and you realize he could’ve done that the whole time. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” Now you’re beaming at him, and he knew it was worth it. 

“(N/n)-chan!” Your eyes leave Kyoya’s as you see Honey-senpai bounding towards you, this time with Mori-senpai in tow. “Let’s play! Wanna go swimming in the current pool with me?”

“Maybe in a sec? I’m taking a break for a minute.” Truthfully, you were enjoying relaxing with Kyoya, being in each other’s space. You didn’t want to leave him just yet. 

For a moment, Honey’s eyes drooped and you were about to give in, but he got over it quickly as he skipped over to Haruhi to ask her the same question.

But Haruhi shook her head too. “Nah, I’m not gonna swim today.” She smiled before noticing Honey’s attire. “Hold on, you know how to swim, don’t you? Do you still need that float?”

At the talk of his floaty, Honey did another little spin, but this time he shook his head. “Nope! It just looks cuter this way, ya know?”

You chuckle lovingly. “He’s right, those bunnies are pretty cute.”

“He’s so innocent.” The twins remark, and your whole group watches in peace as Honey-senpai and Mori-senpai play in the pool together, a heartwarming scene. 

Unfortunately, though, you were about to experience the complete opposite in just a few moments

As a shrill ‘No way! You’re wrong!’ sounded over the intercoms of the waterpark, your body stiffened like a toothpick, spikes of pure panic surging up through your veins. 

You could recognize that voice anywhere. 

“Is that…” You say, forcing your tongue to form the syllables, dreading to even mention her name on your vacation. “Renge?”

Out from the abyss, the dark angel that is Renge Houshakuji rises out of her lair. She poses at the top of her tiered rig, holding an umbrella and looking as smug as ever. 

Your laugh is strained as more panic swirls in your irises. Swiftly, you launch yourself out of your chair, rushing a quick explanation to Kyoya before rushing over to the current pool with Honey and Mori. “You know what? I think I will join Honey-senpai for a swim. Watch my stuff, yeah?” 

And you’re gone. Ignoring the unspoken rule of not running near a pool, you hike it to the water, diving deep, hoping Renge didn’t see you hide. 

This is why you couldn’t have nice things. 

Rising out of the water to catch your breath, you find the group in a forced chat with Renge, and you blow out a sigh of relief.

“(N/n)-chan? Do you not like Renge-chan?” Honey says as he floats next to you, kicking his little legs as much as he could so he didn’t cruise down the river.

Your mouth opens agape, but then you close it. Honey may look delicate, but he has impressive observational skills. Nothing gets past him. 

“Uh, I’m still trying to get along with her.” A closed-mouth smile appears on your face, hoping to convince him

“So you jumped in the pool? That’s not a good way to make friends, (N/n)-chan.” 

Mori nodded his head next to his cousin. “Yeah.” 

You deadpanned at the two of them before sucking some water in your mouth and spitting it back at the duo. “Could you two not gang up on me? Isn’t there a game you wanted to play?”

Ever the scatter-brained boy, the third year’s face lights up at your suggestion, and he immediately climbs out of the pool. He takes his floaty off and throws it back at you.

Shooting an amused look to Mori, you catch the pink, plastic ring and hold it, waiting for your next order from your senpai.

“I want to practice jumping through the floaty! Can you hold it steady for me, (N/n)-chan? I bet I could jump in the hole!”

It takes you a moment, but you finally understand what he is getting at. “I can do that! And maybe, each time you’re able to jump through the ring, I can step back a bit to make it more challenging?”

“Yeah!” Honey agrees excitedly, happy that you’re taking an interest in his game. “And Takashi could create obstacles for me to jump over!”

The tall host nods, sticking his arm out between Honey and you to create a jump for Honey. “Okay.”

“Okay, ready?” Honey backs up a little before charging at the two of you. His legs jump out and over Mori’s arm, only to come to a point as he changes his pose to fit perfectly in the middle of his floaty. With a splash, the ring bounces against the water at the force, and Honey’s head goes under before he comes back up.

“You did it!” You exclaim as he pulls his arm through the center, resting his body onto the floaty. 

Honey looks at Mori, water dropping off of his blonde hair. “What would you rate it, Takashi?”

The black-haired host allows himself another smirk as he holds up both hands, spreading his fingers out wide. “Ten out of ten.”

“A perfect score.” You say proudly as Honey’s excited energy becomes contagious. “Wanna do it again?”

Expectedly, he nods his head, and Mori helps him out of the pool only for Honey-senpai to jump back in the ring again, this time a little farther than he was in the first round. You all played this again and again, Honey getting a perfect score from Mori each time, until the small host was bored with his floaty and wanted to play something else.

While the cute host spun himself into his thoughts, searching for another game to play, you took the opportunity to take in the moment. 

As sad as it was to admit, being able to spend time with Mori and Honey like this was rare. They had their graduation to think about, as well as their martial art training and other responsibilities that come from training police forces and overseas militia. 

You were just as busy, honing your engineering skill and preparing to inherit the company your mother had built from the ground up. 

But now, as the water swished between your fingers and Mori’s signature smirk secured its place on his lips, you found it hard to accept that as a valid excuse. Especially when Honey got another gleam in his eye, splashing around so that he could face his cousin dead-on. 

“Takashi! Can we play Surfboard?” The boy lolita’s warm brown eyes morphed into stars as he begged his cousin to accept. The usually agreeable Mori wrinkled his brow, and you could tell he did not like Surfboard.

“What’s that?” You ask. 

“I get to stand on Takashi’s back while he swims! It’s like I’m surfing!”

“Oh, I see.” You say knowingly, making eye contact with the taller host to show him that you understand why that wouldn’t be the best idea. “Do you maybe want a break, Mori-senpai? I could play with him for a little bit while you get a drink.”

Mori looked back at the hosts, seeing Haruhi fiddle with her glass alone under the canopy. 

“Yeah, thanks.” His deep voice answered you simply, and soon he was out of the pool walking towards the honor student, who had a drink in her hand. 

Honey looked a little sad at the loss of his cousin, but he turned back to you with renewed energy. Did this kid ever run out of gas?

“Do you wanna play Surfboard?”

A sweatdrop appeared on your forehead as you waded in the water. “Sure, but you can stand on my stomach as I backstroke. Sound good?”

You really didn’t feel like drowning today. 

But he agreed with an enthusiastic ‘Okay!’ as you readied yourself to float on your back. You breathed in and filled your lungs with air, the buoyancy of the organ making it easier for you to stay a float. Honey sat, then stood on your ribs and stomach as you started to swim backwards in the water, keeping your face above the surface. 

You were lucky he was light. 

“Look!” Honey called to the group of hosts and Renge, drawing attention to your game. “Check this out! Even though we’re swimming really fast, we never go any further than we are now!”

‘We’ was a generous term as he stood on top of you, happy as a clam to be along for the ride. 

You stayed like that for a while until your arms hurt, and you tapped on Honey’s leg to tell him that you were done. You propped yourself against the wall of the current pool as Honey kicked for himself, smiling slightly at the content look on his face. You never wanted to see this kid unhappy.

Shuddering, you pushed the thought from your mind.

“Watch out, (Y/n)!” You hear the twins yell as they run past you with water guns, trying to get away from Tamaki with a vengeance. They playfully sprayed you with their water guns before skidding around and leaping around Tamaki’s shots. Luckily, you notice, Renge has left as well. 

A small voice spoke beside you. “You wanna go play water guns? You can if you want.” 

Turning your attention back to Honey, you saw the most genuine look of selflessness in his eyes. He would be totally okay if you said yes right now and left him to his own devices.

But that made you want to stay even more. “Of course not, Senpai.” You said, swimming back alongside him. “I’ll stay here with you.” Honey saw a sweet grin illuminate your lips and he cheered, forgetting about the force of the pool as he stopped kicking. Catching him around his middle, your heart warmed at his eagerness to keep playing with you. 

In the distance, you hear Tamaki yell “Sideways-leaping shot!” His figure blurs as he leaps to the side, trying to catch the twins by surprise as they hide behind decorative surfboards.

But he doesn’t stop. 

You watch as Tamaki’s feet land on Hikaru’s discarded banana peel and propel him forward, and you wince when he lands head first into the tiki statue outside of the bathrooms. 

You expected him to whine a bit, yelling at the twins to stop playing unfairly while rubbing the bump on his head.

However, you didn’t expect the tiki statue to light up.

Like a tripwire had been activated, the eyes of the statue began to glow a deep red, setting off a chain reaction within the waterparks mechanics. 

A rumble split through the concrete of the resort, and you hugged Honey closer to your body, not liking the sound of this at all. 

You learned to always trust your instincts as a huge wave suddenly appeared in front of the both of you, towering to great heights above your heads.

Eyes widening, you spin your head around, seeing if there was any time, any at all to at least push the third year out of the way. But the water was coming at you too fast, and separating yourself from your friend was the last thing you needed to do. 

The host club is sprinting towards you both now, meeting your (e/c) eyes as you register that they’re too far away.

“Mitsukuni!”

“(Y/n)!”

Kyoya is too far away. 

So with almost no time to react, you wrap your arms around the boy, your body rounding to shield Honey from the barrage of water whirling at you at high speeds. You will your heartbeat to slow as you hug the student to your middle, whispering in his ear before bracing for impact. 

“Deep breath, Honey.”

Then the world was blue.

Water surrounded you. Even with your eyes closed you could feel it pour into your nostrils, rushing against your closed lips as you held onto your precious breath. The waves flooded in between the grip of your arms, but you refused to let Honey go. With every attempt that the pool gave to rip the boy-lolita away from you, you strengthened your hold, straining your muscles against the onslaught of water.

You were sent flipping, crashing against sides of the pool, scraping over sharp twigs and fallen branches. A sting shot up your right arm as you hit it roughly, and the coolness of the liquid surrounding you seeped into the open skin. 

In the blind surge, your foot got caught in one of the drainage divots in the resort, and it twisted painfully before the water forced you back again. You opened your mouth to cry out when another giant wave pushed you roughly into a rock, and instead of blue, the world was black. 

The host club was in a panic on the shore as they saw the wave about to swallow you two.

Mori-senpai raced with all his might, hoping to beat the concept of time and get to his cousin and his friend as quickly as possible. He saw Haruhi running next to him, yelling for you and the boy-lolita. “Honey-Senpai! (Y/n)!”

“Mitsukuni!”

“(Y/n)!” Journal forgotten, Kyoya leaped out of his chair, the rim of his glasses creating the perfect frame to see a shadow cast over your figures, blocking the light that was reflecting off your skin just minutes ago. 

Swim, (Y/n)! Get out of there! He cried in his head as he raced for the pool’s edge. Why were you just sitting there? Why weren’t you making a break for it?

But his lungs deflated when your body language gave him his answer. You met his eyes, and the emotions that warped through them were almost apologetic as you turned away from him. Distressed, Kyoya saw your shoulders hunch protectively around Honey-senpai, your palms spreading over the boy’s chest as you pushed him flush against you in brace for the impact. He still willed his legs to pump faster.

Damn it, of course you wouldn’t leave Honey-senpai. If you couldn’t protect him, you’d go down trying. 

Kyoya’s fingers were drenched with the splash as he reached out, desperate to try and get to you, his heart thumping with his effort.

But in an instant, you were gone, washed away with the tide.

And at the edge of the current pool, the Ootori son froze, his feet rooted to the decorative flooring as he watched the water swish back into its original shape. It was unaware of the drama it had just started, splashing up against the cool blue tiles. 

Kyoya worked to catch his breath, the adrenaline in his body oscillating between the valves of his heart and the nerves in his mind. He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling in more controlled manners as his brain fired, trying not to imagine the water rushing into your lungs. The force of the wave replayed in his mind, your gasp and Honey’s cry as it overtook you haunting his ears.

His tongue was too big for his mouth as it pressed against his soft palette, internally channeling all his tension so his persona wouldn’t shatter. But with one final exhale, his eyes snapped open, and the downward spiral he was sinking into was interrupted by a new determination.

Black hair whipped as Kyoya spun on his heel, making a beeline for the waterpark’s directory. If there was one thing he learned as an Ootori, it was that nothing could be solved if you didn’t push forward.

“Gentlemen!” Tamaki yelled as Kyoya brushed past him, the blonde’s finger pointing high into the sky. “We’re going after Honey-senpai and (Y/n)!” He points towards the path that was near the pool that swept you away. “That pool looks like the quickest way! Charge!”

Everyone except for Kyoya rushed at Tamaki’s orders. But Kyoya was the one looking at the map.

“Wait!” He called, still studying the sign. “I wouldn’t go-!”

Just as he anticipated, the club came running back to their starting point, alligators emerging from the edges of the path they had chosen. “There are alligators in there!”

Tamaki thinks before shouting out another command. “Okay, so we can’t use the pool, let’s try this way!” 

Out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya sighed as another alligator blocked Tamaki’s path, and the prince scrambled back to his group. 

“What’s with all the alligators?” Haruhi called as the group of hosts put their hands on  their knees, trying to catch their breath. 

Sharply, he answers them with a monotone voice, eyes sweeping the map to find the best way back to you. “Those alligators belong to the park’s tropical animal exhibit. I guess it is dangerous to let them run in the wild.” 

He works his jaw when he spares a glance at the totem pole. “Though, the cause of our present situation seems to be the location for the switch of the current pool.” He pushes back a headache as he revisits the map. “I’ll have to have a little chat with our designers.”

Haruhi and the idiotic trio shivered at what his tone suggested, and they prayed for the designers’ safety when talking to the Shadow King. They were going to need it. 

Kyoya brings a hand to his chin and relaxes slightly, grateful to at least have a plan formulated in his mind. 

Turning to the rest of the hosts, he points to the map. “This is a map of the Tropical Aqua Garden.” He points to a red circle near the bottom of the signage, and the host’s eyes follow his finger. “This is our current location, but we need to get here. I have a feeling that’s where Honey-senpai and (Y/n) ended up.”

His hand raises to the top of the banner, passing several spaces marked with a large question mark. “It might be tough, because to get there, we will have to pass this jungle area here in the southern block. Distance wise, we’re talking about 800 meters.”

Haruhi walked up to the map wanting to get a closer look. “Looks like there are a lot of undeveloped areas.” She observes, gesturing to the question marks. “Any idea what might be lurking in those parts of the jungle?”

A deep sigh escaped him as he shook his head. “Since they’re still being developed, I’m afraid I don't know.”

The twins are staring at the map too, picturing you and Honey in the vastness of the unknown jungle.

“Whatever’s out there…” Kaoru trails off.

“It could be even more dangerous than alligators.” Hikaru finishes, swallowing thickly. 

Tamaki squares his shoulders. His best friends were lost, their safety undetermined. Haruhi was amazed at the hard glint in his eye as he called out to the rest of the host club. “Alright! Now this is a mission of survival!”

Instead of the intimidating, worried glare that Kyoya gave to his friends, Tamaki gave them a look meant for heroes stepping onto a battlefield, one full of confidence and resolve. 

“It is our sworn duty to save Honey-senpai and (Y/n)!”

So, with a plan in place, the club walked into the sea of twisting vegetation and branches , hoping to spot you amongst the vines.

The first thing you hear is rustling.

Leaves brush against one another in the wind that brushes across your damp face, creating an aura of calmness. It’s enticing, the ambience drawing your senses out from your slumber. 

After another second, the white noise is painted with more sounds. Some pop out more than others, like the song of a cricket, or the jostling of a parrot hopping from one branch to the next. But they all surround you, and your ears stretch to hear birds and insects, all singing to you. Maybe even for you. 

Your eyelids feel heavy as you work to open them, but you immediately squint them closed, wincing at the daylight that threatens to disturb your peace. Coming up with a compromise with the sun, you slowly open one eye before the other, allowing both of them to adjust to the brightness. 

Above you are trees, and even if they are still a little blurry, they are gorgeous. They tower royally over you, mercifully, as the sunlight drips through the holes in their shade like thick honey.

Honey.

Completely blissed out, your tired eyes crinkle for a bit before the effort makes you close your eyes again. Why does that word feel so familiar?

An image of a bright smile and a pink floaty flash behind your eyelids, and soon you are taking a deep inhale, your eyes snapping open as the moist air of the tropical forest propels you back to your reality. 

Instead of speaking though, you’re coughing. As you bend over, your body heaves water out from deep in your lungs, and you watch it sink into the deep soil below. You don’t register the reassuring hand on your back. 

After your airway was cleared, you whipped your head around, desperate to find your friend. “Honey-senpai!”

“(N/n)-chan!”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the proximity of his voice, and you turned your head to your left to find Honey kneeling beside you, his eyes wet with water and worry. 

“Oh my god, Honey.” You say, trying to reach out for him with your right arm before feeling your skin stretch painfully. You bar your teeth, your lips drawing back in a hiss as you cover the scrape with your left hand. Putting pressure on the scrape, you turn back to the host.

“Are you okay?” Pleadingly, you stare into his eyes to find that they crinkle even more, relief and uncertainty mixed within his irises. 

“(N/n)-chan!” Honey crumples as he flings himself on top of you, and you feel your next bout of pain.

“Ah-!” Feeling you tense under him, Honey gets off almost immediately, and follows your line of sight. 

As he scans your body, both of your visions rest on your left ankle, which is no longer symmetrical to your right. Instead, it’s purple and bruised, swelling as if a lemon had been wrapped around your ankle. 

“Oh no! Does it hurt, (N/n)-chan?” Honey whines, and he watches in alarm as you nod your head slightly. 

The movement causes a drop of red to fall past your vision, and you hurriedly place your palm the side of your head, only for it to be colored a light red when you pull it away. 

“I was worried about that.” Honey cooed. “You hit your head pretty hard.”

That’s when you notice the pounding.

A persistent beat has settled itself on the inside of your skull, pulsating as your blood cells rush to the spot where you hit your head, trying desperately to reconcile any damage that might’ve taken place. 

Honey’s soft voice broke through the insistent pressure as his face came back into focus. “(N/n)-chan?”

In his eyes, you were propped up using your left arm to lean on the ground as your legs straightened out in front of you. A small streak of dried blood appeared on your forehead and your ankle was bruised. Now you cradled your skull, trying to get your wits together.

Because your swimsuit gave no protection from being washed away, there were mild scratches across your body, especially your back as you both were flung backwards into the pool. 

“Honey-senpai,” you caught his attention, your voice low and strained, “do you know where we are?”

He puffed out his cheeks before looking around. When you both had landed, he was still wrapped into your grasp. He quickly had gotten off to check if you were alright, only to find you unconscious. After that, he had been by your side, touching certain pressure points on your body that would help you wake up faster, something his dojo master had taught him. 

He hadn’t really thought of anything else. 

But you see him point with assurance towards an open path that was glistening, wet after a wave came and crashed through the opening. 

The third year’s face turned serious, and he looked his age for a moment. “We came from that way, so that’s where we’ll find Takashi.” 

“How do you know?” You ask wearingly, and Honey reaches out to hold your hand as you get up with a limp, the height difference hindering him from totally supporting you. 

Despite your situation, a soft smile made its way onto his face. “Takashi will always find me!”

The twins huddle together clasping hands as the host club walks through the path, the screeches and hums of the jungle putting them on edge. 

“Kyoya-senpai, you don’t think all those animal sounds..” Hikaru starts, a quiver in his voice. 

“..Could belong to the real thing, do you?” Kaoru finishes, just as shaken.

The megane inhales sharply as the twins pull him out of his thoughts, and the host club hears him clear his throat before answering the twins. 

“To be honest, I’m not sure, but I do know that my family always strives for authenticity.” 

Kyoya looks up at the towering trees overhead, as another rush of concern surges through his body. It caves into his chest as he breathes to try and stop the feeling. The only thing that truly helps it is when Tamaki places a hand on his shoulder. 

“She’ll be alright, Kyoya. She has Honey-senpai with her! Everything will be fine.”

His eyes widen a bit as he takes in his best friend’s reassuring stance, before lightly shaking off his hand. “I’m aware.” But Tamaki listens to the tense tone of his voice and his gaze softens as he plants himself by Kyoya’s side. 

The club’s director is grateful.

Haruhi comes up to walk with the two of them, drawing their attention to a certain tall host who is lacking behind the rest of the group.

“Mori-senpai is always so straight-faced, I can never tell what he is thinking.” She states quietly, turning to look at him out of the corner of her eye. “Even though he is doing a good job at staying calm, I can tell he is worried.”

As if on cue, Mori slips on a banana peel, his usual signature stability faltering as he tumbles to the ground to fall flat on his face. 

The club is in shock at his lack of balance, and it doesn’t take the twins long to comment on it.

“Mori-senpai is…” Hikaru states, astonished. 

“Acting as clumsy as you do, boss!” Kaoru exclaims as Haruhi reaches out a hand to help Mori up. 

Tamaki rolls his eyes next to Kyoya, folding his arms across his chest. “Wha-, shut up!” And the normalcy of the interaction lifts the meganes spirits, if only slightly. 

As Mori sits up, a banana peel still on his head, he sniffs the air. Kyoya watches him with a calculated gaze before bringing his eyes up to an ever darkening sky.

His realization catches in his throat. “Oh. Oh no.” Kyoya glances down at his watch then back up at the sky, arms hanging with a sort of defeat. 

“It’s time for the squall.”

As if electrocuted, the twins exclaim a shocked ‘Huh?’ before rain begins to fall over them. One drop on the nose, two on the shoulder, until raindrops are pelting them from all angles. Luckily, they were still in their swimsuits.

“Over here!” Kyoya shouts over the rain, pointing to a grass gazebo that could provide shelter from the weather. The hosts huddle under it, dripping and shivering slightly at the dampness on their skin. 

Haruhi ducks under the roof of the gazebo and assesses her friends. She watches as Kyoya and Mori lean against separate walls of the gazebo, both lost in thought as the rain pours on the other side.

Her gaze stays on Mori the longest, though, as she approaches him with a tentative pace, hoping to distract him by helping him think about better times. Kyoya could take care of himself. 

“Hey Mori-senpai, you seem to be really close with Honey-senpai. Are you two childhood friends?”

Hikaru and Kaoru look up at you from their seated positions, both feet flat on the ground as they take a breather from all the walking. 

“You mean you don’t know…”

“...That they’re cousins?”

Her jaw drops as her eyes widen, a struggled noise sounding before voicing her amazement. “You’re kidding me, they’re related?”

Distracted on his phone, Kyoya never misses an opportunity to share information. “The Morinozuka’s have been serving the Haninozuka family for generations.” He explains, then dials a number on his cell, pulling the phone up to his ear. 

“But the two families became relatives by marriage, and the master-servant relationship became a thing of the past…” Kaoru points out.

“...But even so, Mori-senpai has always made a point to protect Honey-senpai.” Hikaru stated, and the host club caught a glimpse of the stoic man, still resting his elbows on top of the railing of the gazebo, trying to sense Honey in the rain. 

“Must get his blood boiling,” Tamaki pointed out. “The blood of a loyal servant flows like a mighty river through Mori-senpai’s veins.”

Sympathy reaches Haruhi’s features as she makes her way behind Mori, trying to give him more comfort. 

“Hey, Mori-senpai, it’s going to be alright.” She says, and Mori’s shoulders open a little more to her presence. “I’m sure that Honey-senpai is safe. He has (Y/n) for some company, and he’s a lot tougher than you might think he is, and if he gets hungry, the trees are full of bananas!”

In the background, the twins look at eachother incredulously. “Bananas?”

But Tamaki is on the edge of his seat. “What’s he going to say?”

Haruhi shrinks as Mori turns and stands to his full height, which is multiple heads over her own. His face is unreadable, and it looks like he is about to scold her before a small smile finds its way to his face. 

The idiotic trio watches in astonishment as Mori reaches out and pats the honor student on the head, ruffling her hair as he states a simple, “You’re right.” 

His rare but warm smile surprises Haruhi, but spins the twins and Tamaki into a frenzy.

On the other side of the gazebo, Kyoya huffs at his phone, pressing the ‘end-call’ button with more force than necessary. 

He has talked with all of the managers of this park about their situation and every single one of them was utterly useless. His fingers dig into the buttons on his phone as he dials the number of his last resort.

Kyoya closes his eyes as he listens to the ring, once again urging his voice to sound normal when his police force answers on the other line. 

“Hello? It’s me.” He breathes a small breath of relief when the phone is passed to the chief. “Well, we’ve had an incident that’s caused some trouble.”

His casual tone betrays the anxiety in his chest, but he stays professional, giving them orders on how to find you. 

“My friends, a small boy and a (h/c) girl, have gone missing in the resort. I’ve not a single idea where they are, but they could be hurt or in danger.” Kyoya swallows at the notion, but it only drives him to continue. “You need to find them, eliminating any suspicious figures in the way. Do you understand?”

There is an affirmative yell on the other end of the line before the chief speaks. “You want us to go now, sir?”

Kyoya has to pinch the bridge of his nose to stop himself from yelling at their obliviousness. “Yes. At once, please.”

The sun comes out from behind the clouds as he ends his call, and he turns to the other hosts in the gazebo. 

Tamaki is red in the face, waving his arms at the twins as he whines. “Would you jerks quit calling me a perv?!”

The ravenet considers leaving them here. 

Clearing his throat, Kyoya grabs the trio’s attention. “My family’s police force is going to send in a search and rescue team to help us.” He sighs as he adjusts his glasses. “It pains me to say this, but they are better equipped at finding (Y/n) and Honey-senpai than we are. We should go back to the gate and wait there.”

But as he goes to relay the message to Haruhi and Mori, his gaze sweeps the gazebo, finding no trace of the other two hosts. 

“Where are Haruhi and Mori?” Kyoya asks, and the twins and the prince stop their fighting, only just realizing their friends’ absence. 

“What?!”

The three of them jump up and run out into the drying daylight as Kyoya tiredly follows behind, exhausted at having lost, not two, but four friends in the span of ten minutes. 

His tired movements pause as he looks out into the vastness of the jungle, remembering a crucial detail. 

“You know, I don’t believe I mentioned that there are other visitors here.” Kyoya blinks for a second before his priorities come back into play and he catches up to the hosts. “Oh well.”

You wipe your forehead once more, the rain acting as a carrier liquid to the blood dripping down your face.

You were certain you looked terrifying, drenched from head to toe as you limped through the humidity and shadows of the jungle, limping next to the equally drenched student beside you. 

If anyone saw your silhouette in the rain, you were sure they would run screaming. 

“Of course it had to start pouring.” You said, shivering slightly at the water running down your bare back. 

Honey looked up at your strained gaze, your face calm and pleasant despite the slight wince in your eyes at every step. He saw that you were trying to be strong despite the pain you felt. His heart tightened at the thought, and he looked around the jungle before an idea came to his mind.

“Here, (N/n)-chan, hold on for a sec.” He said sweetly, helping you lean against a tree before running towards one opposite you. Your jaw fell open when he propelled himself off the dirt with a strength you had forgotten about, landing on the second to lowest branch before climbing upwards. Soon, he was in the tree, swinging from limb to limb before jumping down in front of you. 

With his knees bent, he straightened up into a pose, reminding you of a gymnast who had finished their bar routine.

You clapped lightly with relief, glad he didn’t slip on the wet bark, before realizing what was in his hands.

Bananas.

“Here ya go, (N/n)-chan!” Honey said, and you took the yellow fruit from his grasp, your mood brightened by the fact that you had something to eat with great company. 

“Wow, what did you go and do that for?” You said, peeling the banana before ruffling his hair and thanking him. 

“So you wouldn’t be sad anymore. Did it work?”

You paused your chewing while your heart grew at his words, threatening to burst completely as it pressed against your sternum. 

“I’m not sad.” You say softly, swallowing the bit of banana in your mouth. To reassure him, you force your lips into a smile. “Why would you think that?” 

Honey just blinks at you before turning to his own banana, the fringe covering his eyes. “Because you keep lying to me. Why would you lie to me if you were feeling happy?”

It’s times like these when you’re reminded that he is a year older than you. 

Wincing, you lay your aching head onto the trunk behind you. “I’m sorry, Senpai, I’m just…” Your chest hitches, the wetness in your voice halting your speech. “It’s just a little painful to walk.” You chuckle breathlessly, the sound coming out a little gurgled by your emotion.

“Plus, we’re lost in a very accurate jungle, and I think I saw an alligator or two on the way here.” Emotion drenches your words as you try to keep your tears back, laughing through it to lighten the mood. “I just want to get you back to Mori safely.”

You feel a pressure on your good leg, and you see Honey hugging you around your calf. A wobbly smile adorns your face as his actions, but his next words really hit close to home. 

“You’re so sweet, (N/n)-chan! We will get there, don’t worry. I’m sure the others will find us, and in the meantime, I’ll be there for you, just like you’ll be there for me!” 

There’s a bright strength in his tone, and you realize why he and Tamaki get along so well. Both boys represent the quintessence of optimism. 

Humid air filled your lungs as you took in his words, but you were too focused on the dark side of your situation to be affected by them. Letting your knees give out from under you, the tree supports your back as you lean against it, giving your body time to focus on your wounds. The hammering in your head quickly exhausts your willingness to look on the bright side. 

You were embarrassed. Here you were, in the presence of an incredibly skilled martial artist, and yet you were crumpled to the ground, defeated by a bad ankle and a few scratches.

“Maybe you could go find the others and bring them back here? I might be too weak to make it.” You asked him, and you were thankful for the rain as a few tears managed to escape your eyes. Your chest started to rise rapidly as anxiety started to seep into you through the rain, starting at your toes and rushing to the pain in your head.  

You cursed the pulse in your ankle as you tried to roll it. Thankfully it wasn’t broken, just sprained.

It was fixable.

There was crinkling next to you as Honey sat himself down, plopping right by your side. His blonde hair tickled the nape of your neck as he rested his head on your shoulder. With the weight on your chest, it forced you to focus on your breathing. Your heartbeat slowed as you took deeper inhales and longer exhales, each one becoming clearer than the last. 

Heat radiated off your skin as the sun finally peaked out from the clouds, and you relished in the dry air. 

“You’re not weak, (N/n)-chan. You’re strong.” His light voice vibrates through you, embracing the anxiety of your feeling with a warmth that is welcomed and needed. “People who let themselves feel are the strongest people in the world.”

He takes a bite of his banana while still snuggling with you. “Plus, you always help me when I need it. Why would I leave you alone?” 

The comfort of his words started to push out your previous unease, but his next sentence was the one to motivate you. “I think Kyo-chan might be really worried about you.”

You pivoted your head to him against the bark of the tree, puzzled by his seemingly random statement. “What makes you say that?”

Honey set his banana peel on his lap, spreading out the sections of the peel to look like an octopus as he fiddled with its tentacles. “If someone I cared about got washed away right in front of me, I’d be worried too.”

Your throat was dry when you swallowed. “I’m sure he’s fine.” A passive smile found its way to your face. “Kyoya’s good at keeping his cool.” 

“Not when it comes to you. That time when you two weren’t talking because of the otaku lady? I’d never seen him like that before. And that time you cut your knee on the vase? Or that mean doctor was in your room? He acts differently when he’s with you.”

Your heart started beating a little faster as you breathed a sigh. “We’ve known each other a long time, Honey-senpai. There isn’t much else to it.” 

He gave you a childish shrug at your side, and you know he doesn’t believe you. “Maybe, but if I leave you here, then that means Kyo-chan will worry some more, and I don’t want to see him like that. Do you?”

And, oh, this is what it felt like to be guilt-tripped. 

Innocent brown eyes looked up at you, cheeks filled with banana mush and eyes wide and questioning, but you noticed a deep knowing in his eyes. As if he knew just the way to pluck your heartstrings. 

A teasing, exasperated simper curves your lips as your lazily poke at his side, emitting a series of giggles from him. “Oh-ho, you little mix.” He squirms your hold, and you ruffle his hair again. 

Smiling brightly, you could see bits of banana in his teeth. “Did it work?”

Suddenly, your belly is full and your heart is as warm as the sun on your skin, and the emotional pain subsides, giving you strength to push through the physical.

“You know what? You’re right. Let’s make sure Kyo-chan doesn’t worry.” As you jostle next to him, Honey springs up and grabs your good arm, pulling you the rest of the way into a standing position. 

You take a step with your new found confidence before immediately teetering to the side, cringing as you accidentally put pressure on your ankle.

Honey takes satisfaction to see you laugh at this instead of cry, and he glows when you turn to him. 

“It still hurts a little though.” You say through a strained chuckle.

“It means your body is healing.” He says as he giggles at your sheepish look, glad to know that your heart was happier. 

Emotions make you stronger, not weaker. They are rooted into your DNA, their vines reinforcing your pulse and your mind, their leaves turning towards the light of your heart.

They are powerful, you realize as you glance down at the sensitive boy in front of you, the picture of a certain director flashing through your memory. 

You continue to limp through the small opening that the wave made through the artificial jungle before Honey stops you, an arm shooting out to block your knees. 

“What is it?”

“You there!” You flinch from the sudden voice, but can’t tell where it’s coming from. “Put the boy down immediately! If you refuse, we’ll remove him forcefully!”

A bush in front of you crackles, movement making it jostle from the otherside. In the cramped twigs and leaves, you and Honey carefully creep over to the bush, still hiding behind it as you peek your eyes over.

The ground beyond the bush opened into a clearing, creating a perfect view for you and Honey to observe the action before you. 

Honey’s eyes lit up when he saw Mori, who was standing tall in the middle of a circle of police officers, although they were dressed in very protective SWAT gear. You were touched to see that he was cradling Haruhi to his chest, but then had to stifle your laughter at the fact that the officer had just referred to her as a boy.

Honey was about to call out to them before one of the officers reached for Haruhi, roughly tugging on her arm to rip her from Mori’s grasp. You put both hands over your mouth this time when the stoic host punches the officer in the face, the force shooting the guard into the forest behind him.

“The suspect is resisting! Prepare to fire warning shots!”

Warning shots?!

Honey had decided that the line had been crossed, and with a smirk, he helped to prop you up against another tree before tugging on a vine hanging from it. Checking the integrity, he hopped on it and climbed high, bracing himself against the tree as he wrapped his ankles around the plant. 

You watched as he straightened his legs, leaning out before pushing off the tree, swinging through the air.

“Takashi, Haru-chan! Out of the way!”

With no reply, Honey swung across their heads like Tarzan, throwing his foot out before kicking one of the guards square in the nose and knocking him out. Once the vine oscillated back to the center of the opening, the boy-lolita flipped off, doing another gymnast-like finish before bouncing up to his cousin and friend. 

But before he could have his reunion, another guard interrupted him. 

“Hey pipsqueak, what do you think you’re doing?”

The third year simply turned around, giggled, and then proved his martial arts title by sending every guard around him to the mat. Or, in this case, the grass. 

When there are no more enemies to fight, Honey laughs a little, his voice bright and careless to the fact that he just took on an entire force by himself. “You guys should be more careful who you mess with. Picking on my friends is bad, got it?”

Your jaw dropped as you began to gently climb down the slope, wincing as your foot twisted a little more on the descent, before hopping over unconscious guards. 

“Haruhi! Haruhi! Are you alright?” Tamaki rushes around the bend as you all turn your heads to see him, the twins and Kyoya running towards you. 

“Oh wow, it’s Tama-chan!” Honey states as they step closer and closer.

When you push past the bush and come into their sights, they see nothing but your presence as their faces light up. 

“Mon ami!” Tamaki says as he wraps his arms around you, tears in his eyes before calming down instantly at your embrace. “I was so worried.”

His smile goes away when he feels you flinch against his touch. “Tamaki, I love you, but could you please get off?”

The prince’s hands shoot up into a surrender motion as his face crinkles at your raspy voice. 

And that’s when they see it. 

A deep, barely healed scrape on your arm. 

A trail of blood drying on your forehead.

And an angry purple color around your left ankle. 

Tamaki lets out a dramatic gasp while the twins surround you in concern “Oh wow.” Hikaru states, taking in your figure.

“Are you okay, Senpai?” Kaoru asks, touching your shoulder, only to have it brushed off as a figure steps in front of him. 

“Give her space, please.” His voice was calm but firm as Kyoya stepped into your line of sight.

Relief had flooded him the moment he saw you in that clearing, glad to see you standing and smiling, even if it didn’t seem as bright as before. 

But the minute he spotted blood stains covering your delicate features, his heart had dropped from his throat to his stomach, becoming a thing of stone at the exhaustion and subtle pain in your eyes. 

“(Y/n), are you alright?” At an arm's length, Kyoya waves a finger in front of your face, prompting you to follow it with your stare. You did so fluidly, albeit hesitantly, as the quick movement encouraged the headache seeping behind your sockets. 

Good, he thought, no concussion.

“I’m fine, I’m good.” You say, laughing weakly as you cover the scrape on your shoulder, hoping to hide it from concerned eyes. 

“Kyo-chan! (N/n)-chan can’t walk!” 

Betrayed and offended by your partner through this whole experience, you turn to Honey with wide eyes, asking him to please shut up.

“What?” Kyoya hissed, and he looked down, seeing the swelled joint. You didn’t think his jaw could take any more tension.

“It’s nothing, really-”

But Honey kept going, a not so innocent look in his eye. “And she hit her head on a rock, and she coughed up a lot of water after she passed out! Aren’t you worried?” His doe eyes turned as big as the moon as you watched Kyoya purse his mouth after the last sentence.

Here it comes.

“You were unconscious?” His tone was calm, calculating, but his energy wasn’t. His gaze dropped a net, wrapping around your form as he scanned it head to toe. The movements of his pupils were sharp, and your stomach twisted at the array of questions that were firing in his mind.

“Kyoya.” A weak smile crossed your lips at his refined concern as he met your eye once more. “I’ll be okay. I’m just tired. And my head hurts.”

At the mention of your head, Kyoya reaches out and turns your wound to the light, his breath slowing when he saw it really wasn’t bad at all, just a small gash at where the rock had made impact. 

The pale hand at the top of your head trailed down to your face, lingering there before dropping completely. 

Finally, after his examination, Kyoya emits a conclusive sigh. “Well, you at least shouldn’t be walking. You can’t put pressure on that ankle.”

All of your energy went into quirking an eyebrow at him. “Yeah, well I figured as much. But unless you brought any crutches with you, I don’t think I really have a choi-”

At your waist, a sudden force brought your left side against a Hawaiian shirt, and a gasp involuntarily escaped your lips at the contact. Stretching your arm, Kyoya gently reached it over his shoulders, encouraging you to put your entire weight against him. 

You started to protest, betraying the sudden want to stay as close to him as possible. “Kyo, I can-”

But when you tried to pull away, the fingers at your side tightened, pulling you closer against him. “Let me help you.”

Tamaki and the twins flinched at the way the pain flashed in your eyes when your feet dragged across the soil. “We need to get you to a doctor, (Y/n).” The prince said. “You can’t walk out of here by yourself.”

Your heartbeat caught in your throat, and even though your jaw had dropped open slightly, no words came to debate the men in front of you. 

Inhaling, the moisture of the jungle was replaced with the air of Kyoya’s cologne, and the safety of his arm wrapped around you suddenly made you realize how exhausted you were. Your vision blurred slightly as you watched the rest of the hosts begin to walk out of the clearing, leaving you and Kyoya behind to get adjusted. 

Your muscles ached, your wounds pulsed, and when the crutch of your best friend released the pressure on your injured ankle, you let out a sigh as the pain lessened. 

Fatigue rushed through you, and your head felt too heavy on your shoulders, so you dropped it down, slightly nuzzling into the crook of his neck. 

The muscles under your cheek strained at the contact, and out of the corner of his eye, Kyoya saw your eyes drop closed as your entire body relaxed against his. 

His breath rippled across your forehead as he turned his head to face you, his lips almost grazing your skin. “(Y/n)? Are you okay to walk?”

Swallowing, another sigh blew past your lips as you hummed an affirmative tone, but your body leaned more onto him, and he felt the weight of your weariness at his side. 

His eyes scanned you for a few more moments before he detached from you. “Here.”

Startled by the lack of warmth, your eyes shot open, only to widen when you saw Kyoya bend down slightly in front of you, his hands held out behind him in a welcoming gesture. 

“Kyo-”

“The others are already down the path, and there is no way that we will catch up to them if you can barely stand. There aren’t any other options.” The ravanet turned to look at you over his shoulder, his glasses glinting in the high rise of the sun. “I’ll have to carry you.”

Your lungs filled with apprehension, not just over the fact that you would definitely enjoy it a little too much if he carried you out of here, but because you know how resistant Kyoya can be to physical connection. A series of excuses and protests bubbled up in your throat, only to be popped by the sensation of Kyoya hands on your bare thighs.

Kyoya had used your moment of shock to his advantage as he grabbed you around your lower thigh, right above the knee. Force vibrated through his arms as he hauled you onto his back, and he smirked at the squeak that came out of you as your chest came into contact with his back. 

Your arms came around his neck instinctively, and you pulled yourself around him in an attempt to make sure you didn’t fall. Your ankles locked at the front of his waist, and his hands had slipped up, now resting higher on your leg. 

It took a moment for each of you to register the position that you were in when he straightened up, and a blush raged over the tips of your ears to the small of your back. You might’ve even spotted a reddish hue on the back of Kyoya’s neck, but you were too flustered to care.

You didn’t think that it could get any worse – or better – until Kyoya started walking. 

Even though your ankle pulsed, the rocking of his movements distracted you from any pain that you might’ve been feeling. Your headache was eased as your cheekbone dropped onto his shoulder blade, and the sounds of the rainforest around you lulled you into a restful sleep as you immediately relaxed against him once more. 

Kyoya could feel the rise and fall of your chest slow alongside his back, and he stole a glance of your restful features that made his heart skip, washing away any hesitance he had of being this close to you. 

“You know, maybe we should go to the beach next.” Hikaru said after Kyoya had rejoined the group, and the twins shared a knowing look when they saw you draped over his back. 

“Yeah, the beach would be nice.” Kaoru said, sharing a smile with his brother when Kyoya caught their gaze. 

“What are you two smiling about?” The megane asked, a bored look on his face. 

They both shrugged in sync and they shook their heads as Tamaki and Haruhi made their way over to the three of them. “Nothin’.”

Kyoya debated egging them on, but the warmth behind him kept his frustration at bay, and he feared that him talking too much might wake you.

“You idiots, Haruhi wouldn’t be interested in anything like that.” Tamaki said in a low tone, coming over to one side of Kyoya to look you over, seeing each scratch and mark on your skin.

“Actually, I might like to go to the beach.” The four hosts turn to look at the brunette that stopped in front of Kyoya. “I may not be into this silly water park, but I like the ocean. No offense, Senpai.”

A huff came out of the ravenet as he rolled his eyes. “None taken.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“It’d be really nice to go to the beach,” she continued. “It’s so pretty.”

Kyoya watched a flash of light pass through his best friend's violet eyes as Tamaki looked at the honor student with adoration. His lips curled up slightly as he watched the prince’s resolve melt completely at her request. 

“Yeah, alright. Then that’s where we will go next time.” 

Haruhi had Tamaki wrapped around her finger. 

“We’re all going to the beach Tama-chan?” Honey’s voice pierced the moment as he rode on Mori’s shoulders with a large grin. “That’ll be fun, don’t you think?”

Mori glanced up at his cousin with the same emotion that Tamaki had just held in his gaze moments before. The gentle giant smiled, rare and soft, as he nodded. “Yeah.”

This was the second time today where you had woken up and you didn’t know where you were. 

Your back sunk into something soft, and you blinked your eyes open to a familiar ceiling. Warmth engulfed your body as a quilt laid across your body, and you felt the cloth against the fabric of your swimsuit. Pillows of your choosing sprawled out from under you, and you found one resting under your bandaged ankle.

Immediately, your eyebrows drew together at the gauze that wrapped around the joint. When had you…?

An itch pulled your hand to your forehead, and you jerked at the gauze under your fingertips. 

You turned to your shoulder, which had multiple bandaids stretched across the wound that had a shiny film over it. Antibiotics.

Letting your head fall back onto the mattress, you flipped through your memory of the past few hours. Hazy images replayed themselves in your mind, and a distinct sense of rocking and cologne filled the air. You remembered leather seats and the touch of a shirt as the rocking turned into a constant rumble. Then, the sound of doors, opening and shutting gently. 

Cool air filled your lungs at the memory of the same touch that had been at your things seemingly minutes before now coming under your knees and across your upper back, pulling you towards a hard chest. A blurry sight of black hair and a sharp jawline appearing above you, and you remember feeling your lips move before your eyes closed once more. 

Kyoya had carried you back here. 

“Oh my god…” Whining, you brought your hands up to rub your face before the rush of embarrassment rose too high. 

You always knew Kyoya was a gentleman first and a friend later, but for him to have to deal with your lack of consciousness all evening must’ve been the last thing he had wanted to do.

Groaning, you placed your palms on the duvet, pushing yourself up to a sitting position when something caught your gaze in the corner of your eye. 

Tylenol, an ice pack, and a cup of water rested on your bedside table, and your heart glowed at the sight. 

A gentleman indeed. 

The quilt slid down your body as you reached over for the glass, exposing the top of your bikini when you brought it to your lips, hoping it would ease some of the dryness in your throat. 

You almost choked on the drink when the door opened. 

Having used his back to prop the door open, Kyoya stepped in, letting light from the hallway enter the dim room. He hadn’t turned on the big light in your room, but had opted to turn on a few lamps and light a candle so that you could sleep peacefully.  As if you hadn’t taken a single sip of the beverage in your hands, your mouth dried at the white sleeves he had rolled up to his elbows, jacket and tie discarded with two buttons of the top undone. He had untucked it, and his glasses slipped low on his nose as he turned to your bed.

Kyoya’s eyebrows rose in surprise when he met your awake gaze, and his finger tightened on the tray he held out in front of him.

It was the TV dinner tray that you had bought for your dad when he had come home from his back surgery. He had had you disinfect it multiple times before setting anything on it, his germaphobia running rampant even in his medicated state. 

Instead of his favorite foods though, it was decorated with yours. A hot plate of (f/h/f) sat in the center as a small bowl of (f/f) accompanied it, sliced and diced in perfect proportions. Hot tea steamed in the upper corner, a small dish of honey placed to the side. 

Your tongue darted out to wet your hungry lips before smiling when you took in the whole picture. A warm giggle ran through you as you set the cup back on the nightstand.

Kyoya looked like a domesticated house-husband.

And if that thought didn’t make your nerves tingle across your ribcage, nothing would.

“What are you laughing at?” Kyoya said, his shocked visage morphing into something gentle. 

“The fact that I thought someone had broken into my house when you opened that door.” You lied, swallowing the heartbeat in your throat.

“And you would’ve just sat there?” He asked, a teasing lilt in his voice as he came to your side, setting the tray over your legs, helping it balance on the soft surface. “Seems foolish.”

You rolled your eyes and gestured at your ankle. “It’s not like I would’ve made it very far.”

The megane hummed, moving to sit on the edge of your bed, back arching slightly as he rested his elbows on his thighs. “Fair enough.”

He peered over his glasses, and you felt his gaze on the patch at the top of your head as well as the bruise that had formed at your shoulder.

“How do you feel?”

You almost wanted to laugh again, the answer too complex as plenty of emotions ran tracked into your heart. The fact that he had stayed, bandaged you up, carried you to your bed, made food for you. He had done something that no one had done in a very long time. 

He took care of you.

But you just shook your head and looked at the dinner in front of you. “I feel fine, I’m just…what are you still doing here?”

His adam's apple bobbed as he pushed his glasses back on his nose, and you took in the picture-perfect moment of him resting on your bedside, the dusky sunset glowing against his raven feathered hair. 

“I wanted to make sure that you had everything you needed before I left.”

The butterflies in your stomach flurried at that, batting their wings every time you took a breath. “How long have I been asleep for?” 

“In your bed? Or are we starting from when you fell asleep on me?” 

Scoffing at the teasing smirk on his face, your head lulled as you covered your face again. A defeated groan rumbled the back of your throat as you peaked at him through your fingers. 

“I’m sorry. That must’ve been taxing.” 

Kyoya’s smirk only deepened as he turned his head back to the front. “I wouldn’t say that.” His clasped hands unraveled themselves as his thumb traced his palm. “It was more entertaining than anything.”

Oh, god. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk in your sleep?”

Butterflies were released into your chest, spiraling up your sternum as dread enveloped you. “Stop it, no I don’t.”

“Oh yes, (Y/n), you do.”

Your hands slid down your face, dragging your lips as he looked at you with amusement in his eyes. 

“What did I say?” 

His eyes met yours for a moment before dropping down to your shoulder. Following his gaze, you saw that the strap of your bathing suit had slinked off your shoulder in your embarrassment to favor resting on your bicep. 

Before you could fix it, though, Kyoya’s hand reached out and hooked his finger under the strap. 

Your breath hitched when you realized he had leaned around the tray, and his smile had grown so much that a hint of his front teeth had appeared. You felt the strap be situated into place as his attention was back on you.

“You said that I smelled nice.”

Your eyes closed in a wince, not only to hide from the shame, but to hide from that smile that teased and teased, but pulled you in for more every time. 

“Oh my god.”

The bed shifted, and his touch left your skin ablaze as you felt him sit back. You opened your eyes at a deep chuckle being pressed out of his chest, then stopped at his closed mouth. 

“And I would hope so, considering that this cologne is very expensive.”

You huffed, the energy in your body needing some kind of escape as you rolled your eyes at him. 

“I’m glad you’re proud of yourself.” You said, shaking your head, picking up the utensils on the plate to stab a piece of food and taking a bite. 

A sensation racked through you, as well as surprise, while any tension in your body melted away, and you went for another bite before speaking again. “This is delicious, Kyo, thank you.”

The curve in his mouth was back as he shook his head. “You should be thanking your kitchen staff. I simply cut the fruit.”

Laughing, you nodded before taking a sip of the tea. “Ah, that makes more sense.”

“Do you doubt my cooking skills?”

“I doubt the cooking skills of anyone with a personal chef, even my own.” You explain, pointing your fork at yourself before eating more of the entreé. “Except for maybe Tamaki. I feel like that man could make a mean french dish.” 

Bursts of air left his nose in amusement as Kyoya agreed, but his lips smacked in recollection as he brought out his phone. “That reminds me. Tamaki asked me to ask you to call him when you were feeling better.”

“Oh? What for?”

Blue light from his phone reflected off his glasses as he adjusted them, reading over the text message on his screen. “He wants to know when you’re available to go to the beach.”

You swallowed the last piece of fruit. “The beach?”

Kyoya nodded, not looking up from his phone as he texted his friend. “Haruhi wanted to go to the beach, saying that it was better than a ‘silly waterpark’.”

Snorting, you stacked your empty plates on top of each other to get it our of the way, reaching for what was left of your tea. “I’m sure that was fun to hear.”

He gave you a blank look before sending the message and stuffing the phone back into his pocket. “It was.”

Your giggle made a home at the back of your throat before the hot drink washed it down. Licking your lips to get the excess drops off the corner of your mouth, you hummed. “The beach could be fun. I’ve never been before.”

That earned a surprised look from the club’s director. “You haven’t?”

Warming the mug in your hands, you shook your head. “No. I’ve had the chance, but something always got in the way.”

His brow raised as he fiddled with the rim of his glasses once more. “Interesting. I’m glad you’ll be able to go, then.”

“Me too.”

Sipping the last of your tea, the flavors exploded on your tongue as they accompany the comfortable silence that fell between you two. Side-eyeing him, you watched him perched at your side, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves. You look at the medicine, the bandages, the dinner he prepared for you. 

Suspicion fills you. The man who only acts on self-interest has made sure that you were comfortable and properly cared for. Liquid honey swishes around in your mouth as you squint at him before swallowing. 

Kyoya glances at you before undoing the roll on his other sleeve. His smirk falls a little as he shakes his arm slightly, loosening the cotton around his elbow. 

“What?” He asks before becoming distracted with his sleeve again.

The shirt makes it all the way to his wrist when you ask him. “Why did you do all of this?”

His eyebrow goes up when he looks at you again, and confusion shadows the gray in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

Reaching out, you fiddle with the mug on the tray before lifting the whole thing and setting it aside. “I mean, you really went above and beyond. Is there something you need me to do for you? Because I don’t know if I can sneak around taking pictures again, and I’m definitely not working with the set crew for Renge.”

“Firstly,” Kyoya replies, his arm nearest to you coming over your legs as he props himself up to face you. “I would never ask you to work with Renge again, considering that you nearly drowned yourself today just to get away from the poor thing.” 

“Poor thing?” You ask, exasperated.

“Secondly,” He continues, and he suddenly became serious. “I don’t need anything from you.”

You arch an eyebrow at him. “So this was all just from the kindness of your own heart?”

“You don’t think I’m capable of such acts?”

You shrug, picking another piece of fruit from the bowl. “I didn’t say that.” Biting the inside of your cheek, memories flash through your mind, your headache becoming a little more apparent with each one.  

‘I am very helpful. Without me, you would’ve slept through every alarm you set.’

~

’And I told you, (Y/n), that that’s not the only motivation I have for complimenting you.’

~

’You’re okay, (Y/n). You’re okay.’

~

’If you are ever in need of support, please don’t hesitate to ask.’

~

‘Mind if I join you?’

~

’Let me help you.’

~

You smiled at the ever increasing times Kyoya had offered his help to you. If every single time he had opened up to you was only out of his own self-interest, he was very good at hiding it. It seemed like years of being around his group of friends had influenced him to open up to them, to you, more often than not. That was something you couldn’t ignore.

Even if the term friend didn’t fit very well in your mind. 

You set the mug on the try, a teasing tone woven throughout your next sentence. “I just thought you might be out for one of the favors I owe you.”

A look of recall painted his face as he hummed. “Oh yes, you’re right.”

Deadpanning, you look at him. Why did I have to say anything? “I didn’t mean right this minute.”

“But I do have a favor to ask you.”

You held his stare for a minute before giving up a sigh. “Fine. What is it?”

“You need to take a shower. Your entire room smells like chlorine.”

Your nose twitched as you inhaled slightly. An unnatural scent raced through your nostrils with abandon, and you cringed at the scent of the water park. You looked at your fingernails to see mud packed underneath them and you nearly gagged. 

While you were glad that Kyoya hadn’t given you a quick spit-bath, you realized that you had been sleeping in the filth of the jungle and the chemicals of the waterpark for at least a few hours.

“Oh my god, you’re right, get up.” Waving Kyoya off the bed, you toss the blanket to the side, careful of the tray of food as you swing your legs over the side.  

“Wait, (Y/n)-”

You landed with both of your feet on the floor, only for a strike of pain to shoot up your calf. Startled by the sudden spark, you lost your balance as you rushed to ease your weight off your foot. 

You reached your hands out blindly, and the same shirt you had been admiring minutes ago appeared under your fingertips.

In front of you, Kyoya’s hands gripped your forearms as he worked to balance you while you gripped his biceps for support, trying not to think of how they feel under your touch. 

“I don’t know if you remember this, but you sprained your ankle.” He said as he did what he tried initially in the jungle. Your arm draped over his shoulders and he tugged you gently against him, leading you to your en suite bathroom. 

You winced as you tried to keep up with him, your ankle pulsating from the sudden pressure. “I think I was just reminded.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw at your pained tone when Kyoya got an idea. “You said something else in your sleep, you know.”

Struggling to be in the mood to be teased right now, you gave him a blank stare. “Oh yes, please embarrass me further.”

Your side ignites from the deep rumble of his snicker. “I don’t think this is as embarrassing as it is touching.” 

As you enter the bathroom, Kyoya sets you down on the edge of the bathtub before reaching towards the faucet, setting the temperature to a comforting warmth.

Bending your knee, you slowly prop your foot up on your knee to rub at it to ease the pain. “What did I say?”

“That I was your favorite person.”

You froze. The hand massaging your ankle paused as you slowly looked at him when he stopped in front of you, a washcloth drying his hand from testing the water. 

“What? When?”

“When I was pulling you out of my car.” His smirk returned when he saw the tension in your face lessen from pain and wrinkle in confusion. 

Thinking back, you knew you felt your lips moving to say something. You just wished it wasn’t so…affectionate.

Tucking your head back down to your ankle, you tried to hide your blush in the steam. “I guess that’s not too far from the truth.” Clearing your throat, you try to force your shock into something more nonchalant when you raise your gaze again. “You’re pretty tolerable when you want to be, Ootori.”

His grin enhanced at your deflection. “Am I? I was hoping I frustrated you to no end.”

Squinting your eyes at him, you laughed a little. Frustrated isn’t the word that you would choose.

He simpered down at you, a gentler tone coming from him. “Are you okay on your own? I’m going to give you some privacy for the rest of the night.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

He nods and checks his watch through his uncuffed sleeves. “It’s later than I expected. I enjoyed being here, but I do have my own home to return to.” 

Even if your stomach dropped from the constant excitement of him being here with you, you understood. Plus, you wouldn’t want him to be just outside while you cleaned yourself up. Who knows what kind of thoughts could enter your mind then?

“That makes sense.” You smile up at him. “Go get some rest, I know you weren’t able to relax much like I hoped you would.”

He just shrugged and turned to walk out the door. “If you hadn’t ended up nearly drowning, maybe I could have.”

“Wait!” Leaning off of the very edge of the tub, you were careful of your ankle as you grabbed his wrist, stopping him from leaving.  

He immediately looked over his shoulder, the same sharp look in his eye from earlier as he scanned your face. “What is it? Does your head hurt again?”

Your grip lowered into his hand while you shook your head. “No, no, it’s not that. I just wanted to say thank you, Kyo.” You lightly gestured around you with your injured shoulder. “For everything.”

Kyoya’s gaze softened as he squeezed your hand once more before letting go. “As long as you are alright.” 

Your heart jumped when he let go, and you watched him leave, your eyes meeting for a final time before he closed the door behind him.

Peeling off your bathing suit, you sighed as you sank into the water, propping your ankle and arm out of the water so the bandages didn’t get wet. Of course, the bath was the perfect temperature.

Gratitude suddenly shined within you, making the smile that you felt coming on hard to fight as it took over your face. How you had gotten someone so perfect to care about you even a little completely left you speechless, but you weren’t complaining. 

Thoughts of him didn’t leave you as you soaked and bathed, and they stayed as you toweled yourself off, dressing in a (f/c) satin robe that your mother brought back from Florence. Steam billowed into your bedroom as you walked in, bare feet leaving small water puddles on the hardwood floor. 

When you saw your bed, you couldn’t help the small gasp that left your lungs.

The quilt had been folded and laid across the edge of your bed, and the tray of empty dishes was gone. One of your favorite shirts and a pair of oversized pajama pants folded on top of your straightened duvet, and when you got closer you noticed a note propped beside them.

You bit your lip to stop your smile from getting wider as you read the perfect cursive drawn onto the page.

You’re my favorite person too. Goodnight.

Next Time on Lavender Roses!

“We come to the beach like she wanted, and suddenly everyone starts fighting!”

“I thought you weren’t going to talk to me anymore, Senpai?”

“I cannot believe you, Kyoya!”

The Sun, The Sea, and The Host Club!

[seikotakai]

some costumes i'd like to come back to tekken 8

jin's clamp outfit from tekken 6 (while i completely understand why some jin fans hate this outfit...but this outfit looks beautiful and it was made by clamp, the same people who made some of my childhood animes like cardcaptor sakura). i loved that outfit so much i downloaded a mod and put it into tekken 7.

(this one as well because it's showing his sexy ass tits and it's matching xiaoyu's outfit in tekken 5 which i'll get to later).

jin and xiaoyu's iconic school uniforms from tekken 3 and tag 1.

xiao's tekken blood vengeance outfit.

xiaoyu's tekken 5 secret costume matching jin's outfit (it's literally taiko no tatsujin reference...xiao is a damn taiko fan what's not to love about this shit).

tekken 4 xiao player 2 (imo my favorite ling outfit, wanted this one to match jin's tekken 4 hoodie).

alisa's tag 2 extra costume (she looks so pretty and it reminds me of swan lake).

two other costumes i want but cannot find an image for:

-Alisa's blood vengeance outfit

-Jin's Tekken 3 Player 2 Outfit Jacket

[123pixieaod]

pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨‍✈️✈️💼

Part One; Part Two; Part Three; Part Four; Part Five;

"What do you mean the bus is full?" Lando barks, arms crossed.

The driver doesn't reply. He just stares Lando down, no doubt taking in their fifty pound differences.

"I don't think you understand", Sebastian wades in, clamping a hand on Lando's shoulder as if to hold him back. "We're the crew."

"The crew", the man repeats, the same way Max might repeat Lando's declaration that he should fly the plane today, or Sebastian's musings that he might retire next year. Yeah, right. The crew.

"I'm the captain", Sebastian begins in his soft, soothing tone. "This is -"

"The captain?" The driver sneers, looking at Sebastian's dirty sneakers and lanky blonde hair swept out of his face by a faded hairband. He looks more in place in a 1980's Wimbeldon final then 2am in the airport carpark, desperately trying to charm his way onto the last bus which would get them to Dublin on time.

"Max is my Second Officer," Sebastian continues on, German accent rising and falling like the rolling hills Max loves to look down on. "And Lando here is our flight engineer".

Max catches Lando eye, who clearly is trying not to look chuffed with himself. He hasn't formally been told he's passed his exam to graduate from cadet to flight engineer. Well, there goes that surprise.

The driver's lip sneers, beady eyes regarding the three of them. To be honest, Max can't exactly fault his suspicions. None of them look like high-flighing pilots at Formula One Wings airline. Sebastian, as Max has already gone over, looks like somewhere between a 1980s Wimbledon champion or 1980s pornstar, but either way, not this side of the 21st century. Lando, in his designer joggers and baggy Tee, looks like some frat guy who got lost in a game of beer pong and somehow ended up in the back-arse of Europe. And Max just looks... boring, he supposes. More suited behind a computer, sat at a desk for the rest of his life. Earth-child, not sky-bound.

"If we miss the flight we're meant to be captaining because the plane got diverted to another airport but some driver doesn't believe our story, I doubt F1 wings will be pleased," Lando says, wielding his 'a year at my private school costs the same as your house' tone. Thank fuck he's picked up enough self-preservation to resist doing it around Max.

The driver's lips thin. Lando smirks and even Sabatian looks pleased. After a beat, they go onto the bus.

-

Sebastian and Lando, the bastards, grab the two free seats beside each other. They manage to give Max a sympathetic look as he rolls his eyes, stumbling done the thin bus aisle to find one final seat free. He's lugging his backpack, packed neatly the night before with his uniform and the still untouched "Flying High: Top 100 Lifelessons From Pilots!" book his dad got him for Christmas.

The bus driver jolts the bus forward, clearly intend on at least giving Max mild concussion for all the hassle he's caused him. Max staggers, grabbing blindly at the chair rests and corner of suitcases precariously balanced down the aisle.

He can only just make out the vaguest sizes and shapes in the darkness, and it takes him far longer than he would like to admit to finally find the free chair. A guy is slumped at the window seat, his legs stretched over the seat beside him, feet dangling of the edge. Max tries to gently wake him, but when the bus driver takes a roundabout with aggression that seems a tad overzealous and Max only just keeps his balance, he roughly shakes the guys' shoulders.

"Hey", he hisses. "Move."

The guy makes a wonderfully undignified "whhugh?" sound before hastily sitting upright, swinging his legs back. Max quickly slides into the free seat just as the driver takes a gentle curve in the road like he's in the Mad Max franchise.

"Fucking hell this driver " the man whispers as Max tries to clip in his seat belt in the dark.

"Sorry", the man tries again. "Didn't mean to conk out on you. Just the fucking change of departure is really the last thing I need," he laughs, a soft, musical sound. Max turns his head, but can only just make out the darkness of his body, the vaguest shape of him. No distinguishable features, no personable details. Just a shadow and the faintest hint of sandlewood and a soft, accented voice.

"Tell me about it," Max says, looking down at his lap. He pressed his fingertips to his sleeve, grounding the lack of visibility in touch.

"What do you think happened?"

"Air traffick control in France unexpectedly hindered the current schedule of the Irish long-haul flights, thus forcing all previous departures around the country to be moved to Dublin." He recites it perfectly, the impersonal email they were all sent one hour ago still fresh in his mind. Fucking French traffick control, fucking up Max’s sleep schedule, like he has fuck all to do with their pay.

The guy exhales. "Well, a little warning would've been nice. I had to sell an arm and a leg to try and get a ticket which would get me to Dublin airport in time. Do you think F1 wings will compensate us?"

Max shrugs, even though the guy can't see him. "Probably not. But who knows, maybe the cabin crew will be late too, and there'll be no pilots around to fly anyway.'

The guy snorts. "Yeah right, as if F1 Wings doesn't send like private drivers or jets or something for their pilots when shit like this happens."

Max smiles in the darkness. F1 Wings couldn't really give a shit about their pilots. They only care if something goes wrong or something goes right - complaints of misconduct, a heroic save, anything beyond the usual and then F1 Wings care. They'll care if him, Sebastian and Lando don't get to Dublin in time for the scheduled departure of their flight. Even though the airline barely lifted a finger to help them, if something goes wrong, then Max knows for sure who'll get the blame.

"So where are you flying to?" The man asks after a beat. Max is surprised, the guy sounds tired, and Max had just assumed he'd go straight back to sleep.

"Qatar," he answers honestly, and then man huffs a soft laugh.

"No way! Me too, at 7, right?" Even though its a question, he doesn't leave time for Max to answer. "What are the chances! What are you going for Qatar for?"

"Work", Max states. He's learned it's just easier not to tell people he's a pilot in scenarios like these. They ask questions he probably shouldn't answer (like why he wanted to become a pilot), request for better meals (as if he has an iota of influence on the catering of the flight), or simply just talking his ear off about their flight simulator game they play at home. It's easier to just be a nobody.

"Sick", the man says, enthuasm undeterred by Max's sparse responses. "I have a layover there for 5 hours, and then flying on to Vietnam."

Max nods. He's flown that run a few times, but mainly under Sebastian's mentorship when he was still a cadet.

"You going home from there?" He asks, and the man makes a questioning noise.

"To Australia?" Max amends.

"Oh, yeah no. Maybe after Asia, but probs not," for the first time, his tone is more somber. He doesn't offer any explanation, and Max knows better then to ask.

"I mean, I know my accent is pretty clear cut," he laughs, momentary beat of quietness quickly shunned. "But your accent is less so. German?"

"Dutch."

"Ah, my second guess!" The man says, and Max can hear his smile.

"I'm Max", Max blurts out before he can doubt himself.

"Daniel," the stranger-no-more says. Something moves against Max's knee, and the man - Daniel - huffs another soft laugh.

"Sorry, I'm looking for your hand to shake."

Part Two!

[hobeemin]

sticky sweet

🍭 genre(s): smut, pwp, e2l, bakery au, fluff if you squint

🍭 pairing: pastery chef!song mingi x confectioner!poc (f) reader

🍭 summary: song mingi has always been the bane of y/n’s existence. well no more. it’s time she take matters into her own hands.

🍭 rating: 18+

🍭 warning(s): swearing, dom!mingi, teasing, oral (f receiving), food play, breast play, spanking, cum play, cum shots, gagging/choking on fingers, licking, doggy style, protected sex, dirty talk, pet names, exhibitionism

🍭 word count: 2.7k

🍭 credits: many many thanks to @darklingjeon​ for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. you are amazing!!!!💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3

🍭 a/n: okay i got no excuse for this fic. its just pure filth. you’ve been warned lol

“SONG MINGI!!”

The door swung open as a male looked up in quiet amusement as a woman stormed in. 

“I thought I locked that door,” he said with a smirk. The bakery was in the process of closing, so the lights were dim in the front.

She ignored his words, stomping to the counter and slamming a box on the tabletop.

“A present? For me?”

“Don’t hold your breath,” she hissed.

Opening the box with an angry flourish, she gestured as Mingi peeked inside to see a variety of fudge blocks.

“Okay–“

“This is your fudge, Mingi! You stole my recipe!”

His eyebrow lifted, staring at the box and her intermittently. “That’s quite the accusation, Y/N.”

She huffed, shaking her head. “It tastes like mine. I can’t believe you’d do this. It’s my livelihood at stake!”

Mingi put his hands up in defense as a slight frown formed. “You think I’d steal your recipes? Ouch, Y/N. Listen, we went to the same pastry school, but I’d never do that to you.”

“Then why make fudge anyway? You have plenty of pastries here. Let me have my thing.”

Mingi sighed heavily as his eyes bore into hers. She bit down on her lip, trying to maintain her anger and eye contact. It was true she and Mingi graduated from pastry school together. Still, the usual competitiveness got the best of them, and they became rivals, even opening their businesses on the same street.

Mingi watched as Y/N continued to ramble and pace in front of him. Fed up, he came behind the counter, letting her run into him. Her face smacked against his chest, noting how hard it was, almost wondering what was underneath that shirt. She rubbed her nose after letting out a pained noise. He rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“Can you shut up for once, please?”

Y/N looked up in shock as her mouth fell open. 

“That wasn’t so hard, hmm?”

“You piece of shi–“

“What did I say, Y/N? Let me explain, alright?”

Her mouth clamped shut as he stepped back to lean against the counter. Jerking his head towards the box of fudge, he stared at her.

“I wasn’t trying to steal any of your recipes. I planned to come to your candy shop with a business proposition.”

“What?”

He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “How did you get this anyway? I had it locked up.”

“Jongho showed me,” she answered.

“Imma kill him,” he growled.

Y/N tried to hold in her snort as she watched his facial expression. Still, she was curious about this business proposition.

“So what were you offering?”

“A partnership. I wanted us to open a business together. Double our profits and whatnot.”

“Mingi–“

“Y/N, you’re a talented chef and a great entrepreneur, and I’d be an idiot not to want to work with you.”

She was at a loss for words. Damn. 

“You…you really feel that way about me?”

“Duh. I’ve always felt that way about you, but we’re both too stubborn to admit we like each other.”

She felt the warmth creep into her cheeks. Y/N coughed, looking down. “I-I don’t like you,” she mumbled.

“Tsk. Liar. I know you do, Y/N.”

Mingi closed the distance between them, taking in her appearance. She always wore her chef’s uniform at work, switching between running the front and back of the house. The black chef jacket was accented with fuschia buttons, and the trim was streaked with powdered sugar. He noticed the small streak of chocolate on her cheek, which only added to her adorableness. Though he knew if he mentioned she'd snap at him. But that's what he loved about her, that fiery personality. Equal to his own. Jolting back to the present, Mingi blinked, staring at her.

Standing her ground, she gave him a defiant glare, but her resolve slowly disappeared. 

Damn, he was gorgeous. 

Dark hair styled perfectly on top of his head. That modelesque oval-shaped face framed by clean arched brows. His sharp brown eyes seemed to bore into her very being. She noticed how he’d scrunch up his nose, sculpted and well-defined. And then there were his lips. 

She fantasized about those full plump lips many nights–not that she would say that aloud.

Fuck.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she gave him a skeptical stare.

“Let’s say I did admit that there was some sort of attraction…what then?”

“Well,” his tongue swiped across his lower lip, eyes focused on her, “One part of me wants to ask you out on a date and do that song and dance. But–”

“But?”

That familiar devilish smirk appeared once more.

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to bend you over this counter while I lick chocolate off your tits.”

“I–”

He cocked his head to the side as his smile grew wider. “Nothing to say? Shocker.”

“You’re such an asshole," she exclaimed.

Y/N knew she was failing at this game they were playing. Mingi knew too. It was too much fun to see her get flustered.

“Well, you wanna fuck me, so that says much about your character.”

“Fuck you, Mingi,” she snarled.

“Just say the word, doll.”

There was barely a pause before they crashed into each, lips bruised, wrestling for dominance. Mingi gripped her ass, squeezing it possessively in one hand and the other wrapped around her locs. He gave her soft globe a firm smack making her jump against him. He smiled into the kiss pulling away to look at her, searching her face for any resistance. As much as he wanted her, he would stop if she asked him to.

“You good?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” she answered after a moment.

“You can back out at any moment,  you know. I’d understand,” he explained.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him with a chuckle. “Don’t get all sentimental on me, Mingi.”

She brought his fingers to her lips, suckling the middle and ring finger. Mingi let out a sharp gasp watching her actions.

He let out a snort, taking control and pushing his fingers deeper. Y/N relaxed her throat, wrapping her tongue around the digits. Mingi set to work, unzipping her jeans with his free hand. Reaching her underwear, he pulled the fingers out her mouth with a soft pop as strings of saliva dripped down her lips.

“Damn it, Y/N. Gonna make me just fuck you now,” he whispered.

Tugging her panties to the side, he dragged a finger along her seam. She tensed, gripping the countertop. He chuckled darkly.

“I barely touched you.”

He slipped the finger past her slit, finding her clit with ease, drumming against it. She let out a breathy moan, trying to get some friction. He watched with amusement.

“Already wet for me? Damn. Can’t wait to be buried in you.”

“M-Mingi, s-stop teasing,” she rasped.

“Say please, doll,” he cooed.

“Fuck you,” she hissed.

He paused his movements as his eyes narrowed dangerously. “I’ll leave you just like this–needy and craving me. Don’t try me, doll.”

When her mouth closed, he leaned it and kissed her gently. “Good girl. Now hop on the countertop for me.”

She did as instructed as Mingi lowered himself to his knees, pulling down her underwear. Humming in approval, he bit down on his lip.

“Damn. Your pussy is mouthwatering.”

His mouth encompassed her mound, tongue probing her slit. Her hips bucked against his tongue, her fingers gripping his hair. 

With a wanton moan, he delved in, enjoying the feast before him, lapping at her essence greedily. Hands wrapped around her thighs to keep her in place. He slid two fingers inside in tandem with his tongue swirling around her clit. The strangled cries she made only made him continue further. With some reluctance, he pulled away, looking up at her. She cried out, sitting up on her elbows, brows knitted in frustration to glare at him. He returned the stare with a predatory gaze.

“Could eat your pussy all day. Damn Y/N.”

His fingers caressed her skin, noting the goosebumps that trailed along. 

“Feels good, huh?”

She could only nod, making a smug expression appear on his face. Mingi stood up from his position, looming over her hungrily.

“Remove your top,” he instructed darkly.

With a silent nod, Y/N worked at the buttons on her chef’s jacket. Underneath revealed just a tank top. With little strength, he ripped the fabric quickly. Her breasts bounced from their confines, making him hum in pleasure.

“Tsk. No bra? Naughty girl.”

The heat rose in her cheeks under his sinful watch. He cupped her breast, squeezing them in approval. 

“Fuck, these tits,” he whispered.

Y/N felt like putty in his hands. Mingi knew precisely how and where to touch her. He reached over, grabbing a bottle of chocolate syrup. Her eyes darted from the bottle to his face.

“You serious?”

“I know you’re sweet enough already, but nothing would turn me on more than to do this, but only if you’re okay with it.”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Go for it.”

Grinning like a kid in a candy store, Mingi popped open the lid and drizzled the syrup over her breasts, following the dips and curvatures. The chill of the chocolate made her shiver as she watched him work quietly. With a hum, he added two drops on top of her nipples and placed the bottle away.

“Beautiful.”

Y/N tried to turn away, and he clicked his tongue. “Nuh, huh. You’re gonna watch me fuck and please you, doll.”

She watched under a hooded gaze as he removed his shirt and unzipped his pants, pushing them down urgently along with his boxers. His cock sprung from its confines, precum dribbling down. Veins thick and red from neglect. 

His chest was equally magnificent. Chiseled abs with a similarly deep Orion’s belt. Such a piece of art.

And all mine, she thought selfishly.

She licked her lips, ogling at the sight. “You got a condom?”

“Of course I do. I may be many things, but irresponsible, ain't it.”

Secretly that turned her on more; though she was on birth control, the little things turned her on more. Being safe was a top priority.

He bent down and grabbed his pants, pulling a foil square from the back pocket. Wasting no time, he ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it on quickly. He gave her a toothy grin when it was secure. He spread her legs, propping them on the glass. Grabbing his shaft, he tapped it against her clit; he slid the head down, parting her lips slowly. “You ready, doll?”

“M-Mingi,” she whined, squirming against him.

He winked, biting down on his lip as he inched in. Y/N breathed through her nose, trying to relax her muscles. Mingi massaged her calves gently.

“Fuck, you're tight,” he grunted.

“M-Mingi…fuck me,” she mewled.

“Gladly.”

He bottomed out and let out a low groan. He bent down, flicking his tongue over her nipples, swirling to get the chocolate off. She gripped his arms, moaning.

He could feel her hips push against him as he began to thrust. 

Slow, deep strokes.

Y/N was in a sensory overload. Between Mingi’s tongue and cock, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She watched in a stupor as his cock disappeared into her pussy. He nipped at her flesh, in a state of euphoria from the chocolate smearing his lips. His hips snapped with such force she almost fell off the counter. Balls slapping against her ass, he wanted to ruin her.

Hissing, he removed himself, squeezing her leg. “Come stand up for me, doll.”

With his assistance, Y/N slid off and turned around. Breasts smushed against the glass, leaving streaks of chocolate syrup. Mingi poured more chocolate down her spine as he buried himself in her cunt, trailing his tongue down her back. His fingers dug into her sides as her body jiggled against him.  

“Make that ass bounce…fuck Y/N,” he growled.

He barely kept himself together. The sounds of skin slapping filled the small bakery. He was close, oh so close. Y/N wasn’t too far behind. But he wanted to see her come undone, had to. He yanked her by her hair, placing sloppy kisses as their tongues rolled while the syrup smeared her face.

“I want you to come for me, doll. Milk me dry. Scream my name.”

He punctuated every word with his hips. Y/N choked out a cry as she quivered around his cock. She began her descent, dissolving into pleasure. 

“Fuck! Mingi!”

The fire pooling in her abdomen released as she jerked against him. Mingi watched in amazement, trembling at her sight. As he felt her grip tighten, he bit back a moan.

Knees buckling, he slid out from her pussy, frantically taking the condom off. 

“G-get on your knees.”

Y/N dropped to the floor, turning to look at him in a haze.

Fisting his cock, he stroked himself to completion, letting out stuttered breaths, twitching as his swollen head spurted his seed onto her tits. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out as some landed in her mouth, and swallowed it. 

Mingi groaned as he painted her body until tiny droplets fell to the floor. Y/N’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she scooped some of the cum and chocolate with her finger and popped it into her mouth.

“Delicious.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he gasped.

With a soft groan, he fell next to her, breathing heavily. 

Y/N rested against the countertop, trying to catch her breath. Shutting her eyes momentarily, she didn’t notice how Mingi’s eyes softened, staring at her as the minutes ticked on.

Not liking the silence, he directed his attention back to her.

“Why you playing hard to get? You know this isn't just hooking up.”

She sighed steadily, remaining quiet to gather her thoughts. Was he really asking her this? Right now? Covered in chocolate syrup and cum. Cum he dripped onto tits not too long ago. 

“Mingi–“

He rolled his eyes, sitting up. “One minute you’re hot, the next cold. Do you even like me?”

“Why would I waste my time doing any of this with you if I didn’t?”

“You got a fucked up way of showing it,” he mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up, Mingi.”

He snorted, glancing at her fondly. “I’d take you seriously if you weren’t covered in chocolate and jizz.”

“I hate you so much,” she huffed.

“You don’t, but that makes me like you more.”

“Ugh.”

He really was insufferable.

Giggling, he dragged her up, kissing her lips as he nuzzled her neck. “So I’m guessing we're legit?”

“I didn’t say that,” she answered stiffly.

He pouted, giving her a nose a bop. “Don’t be like that.”

She squirmed against him, trying to feign ignorance. “Be like what?”

Mingi smacked her asscheek with a frown. “Y/N, you’re full of shit. Stop playin’ with me. You know I been feeling you for a long time.”

“I know,” she said smugly, but seeing his expression drop gave her a bit of guilt. She traced abstract lines on his bicep.

“Truth? I'm curious to see what this is for us, but…I guess I’m afraid of what could happen?”

He nodded in understanding.

“You’re afraid it won’t work out?”

“Maybe,” she answered with doubt. 

Mingi lifted her chin as he gave a reassuring smile. “The future is uncertain, but I can confidently say I’m not letting you go so easily. You’re mine. And I hope you consider me yours.”

Damn it.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Song Mingi?”

Mingi snorted as he threw his head back, laughing. Kissing her once more, he bit down on his bottom lip.

“Oh, he’s right here, doll.”

Y/N tried to mask her smile unsuccessfully but rolled her eyes.

“You get on my nerves.”

“You love it.”

Shaking her head, Y/N pecked his cheek. “Sure I do. Now how am I gonna walk back to my shop looking like this?”

He scoffed, grabbing their clothing off the floor. “Who said anything about that? I’m not finished with you yet. We’re going back to my place, where I plan to fuck you all night.”

“I–”

“Hmm? Speechless? Trust me; you won’t be, doll. You’re gonna scream my name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

If there was one thing Y/N was sure about Mingi, he always got his way.

[iheart-nana]

viii. heartbeat

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CHAPTER EIGHT ─ heartbeat.

❛ no proof, one touch, but you felt enough. ❜

Narrator's Perspective

"Huh?"

"Get on the bike," Taesung repeated. Yumi stood completely still for a few moments before asking him again, "Are you sure? Is it safe?"

"Sure, it is," he answered, chuckling at her inquiry, "The offer expires in ten seconds, think fast." He then began counting down from ten to one. Thinking that this was her only option to get home at a reasonable time, she quickly hopped onto his bike, his countdown sounding like a ticking bomb ready to explode any moment.

"Welcome aboard," he announced in a mocking formal tone, "Hold on tight."

Yumi awkwardly pinched one side of his jacket. "It's okay, don't be shy," he assured on seeing her hesitation, "You've never been on a motorcycle, have you?" Yumi slowly shook her head.

He gripped her wrist tightly and without any prior warning. Yumi's eyebrows flicked up in surprise at the sudden urgency. Without waiting for a response, he gently but firmly pulled her closer, guiding her arms to wrap securely around his torso. The movement was swift, ensuring her safety before she even realized the need for it.

"Stay like this until I stop, okay?" Taesung instructed. Yumi's throat had gone completely dry, the ability to speak evaporating into the afternoon heat. He turned his head on hearing no answer. She simply nodded at him.

"Okay, I'll take that as a yes," just after he said this, the engine made a loud, unpleasant growling sound as he twisted the throttle, "I'm just praying you don't have motion sickness."

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A soft tapping sound on the pavement sounded in the narrow lane through which Sunjae and Eunyoung journeyed from the bus stop to their homes. At first, awkwardness prevailed as Sunjae's eyes rapidly darted from here to there, wondering what he should say next. On the other hand, Eunyoung's gaze was fixated on the path, her blank face masking the countless thoughts racing through her head.

Like a rude awakening, the sound of a motorcycle engine pierced through the air, shattering the silence and peacefulness of their walk. Without a moment's hesitation, Sunjae's hand clamped onto Eunyoung's wrist, pulling her to the side gently yet firmly as the bike zoomed past them, the smell of gasoline lingering in the air. Her breath hitched, and the pace of the motorcycle as well as Sunjae's prompt reaction sent her heart racing. With her back against Sunjae's torso, she let out a sigh of relief, "Thanks for"

Her voice failed her as she looked up at Sunjae's face, their eyes meeting for a split second before they realised how close they were. The two pulled away with flushed cheeks, "Thanks for that," said Eunyoung with a hint of awkwardness in her voice.

"Don't mention it," Sunjae spoke with a smile.

"That's so dangerous," Eunyoung commented attempting to divert the conversation, "I think they were wearing our school uniform."

"Yeah, I noticed that," Sunjae nodded in agreement, "I think I've seen that guy before."

"You have?" asked Eunyoung as they resumed walking.

"I'm not sure where..."

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"Thanks for dropping me off," Yumi said to Taesung as she got off the bike.

"No worries," he replied, smiling after removing his helmet. An awkward silence followed it since neither of them could think of anything to say.

"I guess... I'll see you around?" Yumi attempted to break the silence.

"Yeah, sure. I should get going, then."

"You can go ahead, then," she replied politely, "Just one thing before you go─ don't talk to anyone on your way back."

"Okay," he said in confusion. 

"Hey! It's you!" a voice accused. As the two turned to look at the person, Eunyoung stood before them, "You too were the ones on the bike?!"

Yumi avoided her gaze, looking at the ground, while Taesung stood staring at Eunyoung, oblivious to the cause of her agitation. 

"Yeah, why?" he asked. It was as if a cloud of misfortune had started following Yumi everywhere. She sighed in an attempt to rationalize with Eunyoung, "Look, he was just dropping me off. The bus strike is today, remember?" Eunyoung's expression momentarily softened, "That's right," she realized.

Turning to Taesung, regaining her composure, she said, "Thanks for dropping her off; But don't ever drive like that again, I'm warning you─ especially when Yumi's with you.

"Got it," Taesung gulped, "Sorry about that." With a bow, he hurriedly departed with his motorcycle, wanting to run away as soon as he could.

Once the sound of the obnoxious engine revving sounded in the air, Eunyoung turned to Yumi, who was trying to sneak into their home without her sister noticing, "Where are you scurrying off to? Where did you meet this delinquent anyway?! Don't you dare hide from me!"

"He's in Inhyuk's band, actually," Yumi informed her.

"Really?" the harshness in her voice subsided, "No wonder he was kicked out. He doesn't seem like too great of a guy."

"You don't even know him," Yumi defended him, not understanding why she did so.

"And you do?" Eunyoung retorted.

"This is stupid, let's not fight," Yumi diverted the topic, "Let's be friends again."

"Fine," Eunyoung said, trying to stifle her smile.

Entering their house, Eunyoung noticed the blue umbrella sitting by the door. Her gaze lingered on it and she called out to Yumi, "Listen! I'm going to return Sunjae's umbrella. I'll be back soon!"

"Okay~" Yumi yelled back from her room.

Skipping down the flight of stairs, two at a time, she made her way to Sunjae's house. Not long after her short journey, she was faced with a blue gate. Her fingers reached out to ring the doorbell. Clutching the umbrella, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. Sunjae's father emerged from the front door, advancing to the outer gate. Smiling on seeing Eunyoung, the iron gate swung open as he unlatched it, "Oh, it's you! Tell me, what brings you here?"

"I just wanted to return the umbrella I borrowed the other day. Sorry for not bringing it back sooner; It completely slipped my mind."

"Oh, don't worry about it," he waved his hand in front of his face, as if to fan away Eunyoung's apology, "He's gone to the swimming pool just now; I'll return it to him once he reaches home. Thank you for bringing it back, dear."

"Oh, that's alright. It wasn't a big deal," she smiled appreciatively. Turning back to go home, she was attacked by a sudden heavy downpour, which caught her off guard. 

"He'll need the umbrella while coming back," Sunjae's dad thought out loud, mostly to himself.

"I'll give it to him," Eunyoung offered generously.

"Are you sure?" he asked to confirm, but he had already handed her the umbrella, "Thanks a lot!" He said, running off into his house.

So, Eunyoung was off toward the school swimming pool.

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nayoung's notes: eunyoung's animosity towards taesung has begun 👀 i just love wonyoung's expression in the header. that's her judging taesung. hope you liked this chapter!

delphi's notes: eunyoung the original knight in shining armour. the long legs make her work easier.

next chapter: friday! (out now) list of chapters here!