#if this is a serious question im so sorry about my tone in parts of this

[angels-fantasy]

Omg, CONGRATULATIONS LITTLE BEAN 🎉 I'm so so happy and proud of you ❤️ Your writing is great, and I can't wait to see you expand and unleash your creativity even more!

I'd love to ask for "asking them what they first thought of you" with either Bakugo or Dani, whatever suits you better 🫰🏻

Asking Them What They First Thought Of You

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader

Details: mm nothing crazy but bakugou drops the L WORD also dabi might be ooc 😪

Word Count: 531

HII omg thank you for this request and kind message tee hee im so sorry i responded late T^T so i will give you both dabi and bakugou!!

Dabi:

"hey dabi, what did you think about me when we first met?"

dabi's face scrunched up at that question. he didn't really remember, if he was being completely honest, he just knew he was extremely wary of you since he didn't know anything about you at the time.

but, he did notice that you didn't let his distant personality bother you, and that meant something to him.

he played with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his fingers as he thought of an answer. "i dunno, i just know i didn't trust you." he said, making you frown up at him.

"you can't be a little more romantic about it?" you grumbled, making him let out a husky laugh.

"sorry, romance isn't really my thing. but if it makes you feel better, i did think you were hot."

you smacked him on the shoulder, "shut up!"

he hissed, "ouch, you pack a punch huh?"

you humphed and flexed your arm, "you bet i do."

he laughed lightly and looked up at the ceiling, "seriously though, i didn't trust you at all in the beginning and i definitely thought you were attractive... but then you helped me learn how to trust you, so i started to think of you as a good person. better than me, at least."

since dabi was looking away, he didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes and only realized you were crying when he heard you sniffle.

"dabi! that's so sweet." you cried, "y-you've never said anything so cute before."

he groaned, "yes i have!"

you ignored his words and wiped your nose on his shoulder, making him sigh.

Katsuki:

"katsuki! what did you think about me when we first met?"

"i thought you were annoying." he replied immediately, making you pout.

"be serious! i know you don't mean that."

he sighed and closed his eyes while he thought of an answer, opening them a few seconds later and turning to face you.

"i guess i thought you were pretty interesting, unlike every other extra we know-"

"what have i told you about calling people extras?" you asked, cutting him off and making him grumble.

"anyways - you weren't as annoying or dumb as everyone else so i allowed you around me." he said and crossed his arms.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on one of them, "are you sure it wasn't my good looks and charming personality?"

he smiled and moved you around slightly so he could wrap his arms around you instead. "maybe that was a part of it, but only a little bit." he teased.

you laughed, knowing he was only messing with you.

he smiled at your laughter, happy that you knew he was joking with you. that was something that a lot of people misunderstood about him. qmost of the time his harsh words and tone had no meaning behind them, but not everyone knew that. so when you came around and you immediately caught onto that, he knew he had to keep you around.

"love you kats" you said, voice muffled by his chest that you were squished in.

"mm, love ya too."

authors note

i hope you enjoyed :')

taglist for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot @b134ch-m4h-ey3z

[cherrycrushes]

Love your writing..and not sure if your requests are open but would love to have someone do some justice to the idea. I see a lot of vox x bimbo!reader drabble, but that about a reader that's got some brains? Maybe vox initially reaches out for a deal or something and falls? Can be smutty but honestly lacking some serious fluff too..

spy! - oneshot

vox x smart!reader.

a/n: yess we love to see the smart readers out here!! i added a couple of twists hahaha but thx for requesting! im not sure if i did this the way it could've been done the best tho :(

you were a bakeneko cat demon. a japanese shape shifter known for your quickness, agility, and brutality. because of your abilities, you've turned to something of a spy.

your mission was simple- pretend to be a waitress, then seduce vox while poisoning his drink. he would be dead by the time anything sexual would happen. so you should be fine, right?

walking down the streets of the pentagram city, you looked at the bright colors of porn ads and nightclubs around you. grunting in disgust, you quickly slipped into a dark alley. checking for any cameras or anything alike, you shape shifted into a server. you admit that you did give yourself a couple body enhancements, making your features stand out more. just so he could notice you. all part of the plan.

you tightened the white apron and felt the small pill in your pocket. perfect. you swiftly entered the club's backstage door for employees, scanning a face id card needed to open it. picking up a tray with drinks in it, you put your notepad and pen in your breast pocket. you gave a table their drinks, making sure to arch your back extra and making eye contact with vox. he was on a platformed table, in the middle along with valentino and his bitches, and the lovely velvette.

he looked back at you, clearly scanning your body. you swayed your hips while skimming around from table to table. you hoped this made your fake message clear. fuck me- your body language said. lord you hoped the poison would kick in before anything happens. but, at the same time, you would not mind if it was a little delayed.

but that was besides the point. you needed this mission. this would give you enough money to launch your own business, and be even more successful than the vees. feeling vox's eyes on you, you accidentally drop a towel. slowly but surely bending down to pick it up. standing up to clean it, you pushed your breasts together to make them look bigger. again, making eye contact with the boss.

you saw that he had excused himself from the table, looking down at you from the second floor's railing. head in the palm of his hand as if he was watching his prey.

going to throw the napkin away, you suddenly felt someone push you against the wall. you looked up at him, a smile on your face.

"hello sir," you said in an almost sultry tone. vox looked at your lips, then your eyes.

"i was waiting for you to show up," he smirked.

"to start my shift?" you feigned an innocent face.

"you know it's not for that."

"i only know that i don't think i'm the one you're looking for. sorry sir," you pushed him away slightly. walking away.

"why don't we go up to my room?"

"your room?" you stopped to look back at him.

"you heard me correctly," his smirk grew wider.

so now you were there. you suppose your mission could still work. the only question was, when was he going to drink something? vox held you by your buttocks, throwing you on the bed.

"i think we should start by taking these off, yeah?" you started, unbuttoning his shirt as he stared at you.

"i think we should start by taking everything off."

[queer-overwatch]

Omg hi! We need more venture! And im having major brainrot of Venture and how they might be with kids! What if Reader and Sloane went to one of those itty bitty play dig sight activities and just see little kids brushing sand away from (fake) fossils! Like how will they react seeing a little kid learning about dinosaurs from Venture?

OR!

Reader having to babysit their niece or nephew and Venture is there along the way. And the just their niece/nephew just absolutely love listening to Sloane’s stories!

Im sorry if this is too much! You dont have to do this! Or you can just do whatever! I love your work and finally we can get more Venture love!

Venture with readers Niece!

It's not to much at all! I really like the idea of Venture being a parent personally- decided to do a one-shot for this one, hope u like it anon! -Frisk

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"Heeey, Sloane-? Sooooo quick question, how do you feel about 5 year olds-?" You grin sheepishly, standing behind Venture who was at their desk, studying a rock from an ancient Roman burial sight they found.

"Oh I love kids! They're always so cute, even though they can be brats sometimes- why you askin?" They put down the rock as they talk, turning to look at you curiously.

"Well, my sibling asked me if I could babysit today, and I may have said yes without thinking of the fact that you'd have to deal with my niece too." You laugh nervously, really hoping they won't be upset. You knew they loved kids so you weren't too worried about it, but you also weren't sure if they'd planned to do something today.

"Aw really!? I've haven't gotten to meet your family before! That's so cool! Does your niece like history?! I really hope she does- I love telling people about my discoveries! Do you think she likes eating rocks too-?" Venture, just as enthusiastic as ever, bombards you with questions about your family. You let out a sigh of relief as you try your best to answer all of their many, many, many questions, trying your best to keep them contained as you wait for your sister to drop off your niece, "Venture you are not feeding my niece rocks."

"Aww, but these ones are so cool!"

"I will chip another one of your teeth if you convince her to eat a rock."

"GASP! Betrayal!"

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"Of course, see you later! Love you too!" You gently usher your niece inside as you part ways with your sibling, now stuck babysitting for the next five hours.

Venture stands just behind the door, a nervous feeling in the back of their head. Despite being slightly worried your niece wouldn't like them, they were still super excited! They really hoped she would like them so she would tell your sibling good things about them and your sibling would finally want to meet them! And, of course, they were also hoping your niece would like to hear the story's Venture had to share.

As soon as you're niece is five steps in the door, Venture makes themselves known, jumping in front of her with their hands on their hips, in a sort of superhero pose.

"Hey there, little miss! How'd you get in here, huh?" They kneel down, a light tone in their voice as they tease her. "Mi amor! I think we've got an intruder on our hands!"

You shut the front door as you laugh to yourself, moving to stand next to Venture and rest one hand on their shoulder, slightly leaning against them. "Yeah, I think we do! We've gotta send 'em to the interrogation room!"

You scoop up your niece, laughing as she squirm around in your arms, cleary enjoying all the attention.

You both bring her to Venture's work space, setting her down in their chair and trying your hardest to look serious as you "interrogate" her.

"Who might you be, hm? And why are you here?!" Venture starts, poking your niece's cheek as they question her.

Your niece, while giggling, manages to answer their questions pretty well in your opinion. "I'm Charlotte! I'm here 'cuz my momma wants me to be!" She huffs, hands on her hips with the most adorable, smug face you've ever seen.

Venture nods along as she answers, clearly taking this so, so very seriously. "Well then, I suppose you can stick around, as long as you like to learn about history!" They laugh, picking her up and tucking her under their arm, bringing them to a spare room where they keep a few of their favorite artifacts they've they've found to show off.

"This one is from Greece! I got to go there for a week last year! And this one if from a remote area in northern Canada! Found that during my first year with the Wayfinders!" They point out different rocks and other things you can't quite identify, easily answering any questions your niece throws their way.

You stand in the doorway, smiling to yourself and admiring just how sweet Venture can be, wondering how in the world you got lucky enough to be dating them.

Your mind wanders, wondering what Venture would be like if the two of you had a kid. It wasn't something you thought about too often, but seeing how sweet they were with your niece, you couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever want kids of their own.

Obviously it wouldn't be anytime soon, you were both far too busy for that, but one day, maybe.

"Amor! Come here! You gotta listen to this story too! This cool little coin is from the Renaissance Era!" Venture snaps you out of your thoughts, holding a little golden coin up for you to see.

You move to stand next to them, taking your niece out of their arms and holding her yourself, both of you listening intently to Ventures story. Clearly, you're niece and you had one thing in common, you both absolutely adored the wonderful nerd you were dating.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a part two of Face down. Like the aftermath of this or where M!MC does something similar to the other brothers (like they are being annoying and end up on the ground suddenly?). Sorry if this is confusing im not used to sending asks

[A/n: Your find, don't worry about it 😊. Thank you for requesting]

Summary: Part 2 to "face down"

Type:Scenario:Brothers + dateables X M!MC

Version:NightBringer

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The Satan incident was definitely unexpected, but it proved Diavolos' point. You were the perfect attendant, strong, brave, kind, won't take no one's shit, etc. You could handle the brothers, but the real question is, how? You handle them like you've known them? It confused Diavolo, especially since he gets this familiar feeling around you. But besides that, the Brothers seem to enjoy your company.... Besides Satan, of course. He needs some time to cool down, especially after you bodied him. Lucifer was also cautious around you, but still enjoyed your company. After all, you didn't slam Lucifer to the ground. Diavolo was quite entertained by your way of doing things, especially since Satan wasn't the only one who got bodied. Leviathan was the next. He just couldn't hold his jealousy in. He got so angry about you getting a game that he wanted before him. He got so mad that he went to cocytus hall himself, well kinda. Mammon and Lucifer was with him.

"YOU!"

You turned to see a pissed off Levi, along with a confused Mammon and Lucifer. You smiled at them, giving a small wave.

"Mm? Is something wrong?"

You said once you realized Levi was pissed. He didn't say anything just stormed up to you until he was inches away from your face. You raised your eyebrow confused. Then, you remembered the day of the TSL competition. That's when your face changed from confusion to serious. You knew if he tried to attack, he'd have the advantage. He would be ready, and you would be caught off guard. He's waiting. Like a true snake. For the perfect moment to strike, just one second, and you're done for, he's close enough to kill you. You'd have to do it first. So, as soon as you see his hand twitch, you quickly grab his shirt, bending down and putting your hand through his legs to grab the back of his shirt, you then lift him and throw him over your shoulder, in one quick motion, Levi's on the ground. Stunned, he stared at the ceiling as you leaned over him.

"Don't even try Leviathan."

You said his name with a venomous tone, giving him the chills. He gulped and nodded, not knowing how he knew his intention. Smiling, you walk away, leaving him on the floor. Mammon helped his younger brother up as Lucifer watched you walk away. The moment stuck with Levi for a day or so. Then it went away. He forgot about it, his kind being more occupied with his games and anime... until you did it again. You were in the living room with Asmo and Levi. You weren't paying attention to what Asmo was saying, more focused on the TV in front of you. Beelzebub had been pissed off that day. Someone ate his custard. You, Levi, and Asmo were the only ones in the house besides Beel. He was looking for his brothers, or just anyone in the house. When he walked in the living room, he practically growled.

"Who. Ate. My. Custard."

You three looked towards him, and no one said anything. You didn't eat it, but neither did Asmo and Levi. You made eye contact with Beel and shrugged. He only narrowed his eyes at you. You stared back at him, neither of you looking away. You knew what he was thinking, so you narrowed your eyes back at him.

"You got the wrong guy, Beelzebub."

He huffed and walked towards you. Leaning down over the couch to be face to face with you. Beel was in his demon form, well... technically, he never got out of it. He had a glare on his face, clearly not believing you. He had many reasons. One, you didn't live there, so you probably didn't know the rules. Two.... he didn't have another reason. You glared back at him.

"Prove it"

You gave a nasty look. How would you prove it? You can't, you didn't eat it.

"How?"

He didn't give an answer. He just glared at you, and you returned the look. He growled again as he stood up, grabbing the collar of your shirt. He picked you up off the couch. Pulling at your shirt, to hopefully get it out of his grip, you did eventually get put off his grip. But you getting out of his grip didn't stop him. He tried to grab you again... but he was fast, way faster than you. As soon as he grabbed your shirt, you grabbed his arm. Gripping it as hard as possible until he winced and let go, then while he was distracted you kicked his shin, then using that moment to grab his shirt, putting all your strength into lifting him, you let go of his arm and grabbed his belt for more help. Somehow, you completely lifted Beel off the ground and above your head. You stayed like for a second, surprised you just lifted him up. But as soon as that second of surprise was up, he was thrown over the couch onto the coffee table. The coffee table broke on impact, Levi jumped, almost throwing his Nintendo, Asml sat their completely baffled. You didn't notice the others who walked in. Lucifer stood there shocked, Mammon shivered, Satan's eyes widened since he ate the custard, and Belpie, he had rushed to Beel. You let out a sigh and chuckled. As you looked over. Lucifer had given you a nod of approval as the others still stood shocked.

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[A/n: Is this good? I hope you enjoyed]

[ghostphobic]

╼ begin again . 2 

abby anderson x reader

← previous part | next part →

cw - angst (kinda?) , reader is implied to be feminine presenting (mention of reader wearing a skirt) 

wc : 1.7k

a/n - this is mostly a filler chapter im sorry skdmgmkg.

disclaimer : this has not been proofread.

There's a plethora of emotions running through Abby at the sight of you. Everything she's been feeling, or not feeling, the last 5 years hits her all at once. She's barely able to hear the barista call out her order through the ringing in her ears. Everything is silent and unmoving and all she sees is you. You're the same, but slightly older. Your hair is different, you're a bit taller, and she notes that your outfit is something comfortable that you likely threw on this morning before walking to class. You look happy and healthy. You look like you. 

It feels like hours have passed since she first laid eyes on you, but she's aware it's only been a few seconds. Both of you are silent and unsure of what to say, but the sound of your phone ringing quickly cuts the tension. Abby looks away from you, and you look away from her as you answer the call. 

Abby sees the caller ID listed as 'Dina' and watches as you answer. You utter a 'What?' into the phone with a tone that's unusually harsh for you. Or, at least the you that Abby once knew. Whatever 'Dina' is saying irritates you, but you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down. "Alright. Yeah. I'm on my way." are your final words to the girl on the other line before hanging up. 

"I have to go." You say, your voice filled with something she can't place. "I promised my roommate I'd proofread her paper before she turns it in tonight." 

"No worries." Abby says, "It was nice seeing you again. You look well." The comment is vague on purpose. Abby's not sure any words can capture how she feels looking at you right now.

You give her a small, but genuine, smile. "It was nice seeing you too, Abby." 

You move to leave but Abby lets her instincts take over and gently grabs your arm. You turn to her with a questioning look on your face. "Would you want to grab a coffee or something tomorrow?" She says. "We could just— I don't know. We could talk." 

You give her another smile. "Yeah. I'd like that. Does 10 AM work? We could meet here." 

She nods. "Yeah, that works." 

"Alright." You say. "It's a date." 

* * * 

"What the hell, Dina." You say, throwing yourself down on your bed and burying your head in your pillow. "5 years later, and all of a sudden she shows up at my school? I thought I'd never see her again. I don't even know how to feel. What if she's angry with me? What if she only asked me to get coffee because she wants to tell me to stay as far away from her as possible? What the fuck am I gonna do?" 

You hear her close her laptop from her side of the room and then, "First, you're gonna slow down. Second," You feel her pull the pillow off your head and you open your eyes to look at her. "what do you mean she asked you to get coffee?" 

"She asked if we could meet for coffee tomorrow and said we could talk. Why?" 

"I'd say that's a good sign." 

"How do you know?" 

Dina shrugs, and motions for you to scoot over so she can sit beside you "Coffee is much less formal. If it were serious she'd probably ask you to lunch. Also, Ellie and I went on our first date at a coffee shop. The same one you always go to as a matter of fact." 

You roll your eyes. "Ellie asked you to that coffee shop because she can't drive and hates going off campus. It's not like she was gonna take you to the dining hall for a date." 

"Hey, worry less about my girlfriend and more about yours." 

"Dina!" You groan, "Not helping." 

"Alright, alright." She says, followed by a moment of silence. Then, "So what are you gonna wear tomorrow? You should wear that black miniskirt. It makes your ass look great." 

"God, you're irritating." You say, and move to shove her off your bed. "Now get up and finish your paper." 

* * * 

You're filled with nothing but anxiety when you wake up the following morning. It's 8:30 AM on a Saturday and Dina just left on a morning run, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You climb out of the safety of your bed with a groan, deciding it's probably time to get ready. 

By 9:30 you're completely ready, and you give yourself a once-over in the mirror. You're going for, mostly, put-together, but low effort and comfortable. Can't have her thinking you're excited to see her or anything. Because that would be crazy. It's not like you can feel your heart pounding, and it's not like you're choosing to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. 

The walk to the coffee shop is chilly, and when you walk inside you're grateful for the warmth. It's 9:55 and, as you expected, Abby isn't there yet. So, you order yourself a drink and have a seat while you wait for her. 

Eleven minutes go by, your drink is half gone, and you begin to think she's not gonna show. Then you hear the familiar chime of the bell on the door and look up to see her walking in. Your heart leaps and warms all at once, and you give yourself a moment to take her in before she sees you. Her hair is down and just past her shoulders, her eyes are tired— as if she just woke up, and she has her hands stuffed in the pocket of a sweatshirt adorning the university's logo. 

After a moment of looking around she finally spots you, a soft smile slipping onto her face as she makes her way over to you. You stand up to greet her and are shocked when she pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around her middle and close your eyes, willing yourself not to cry at the overwhelming sense of familiarity and warmth you feel. 

God, you'd missed her. 

It takes several moments for her to pull away, but once she does you wish she hadn't. She takes a seat across from you, nervously rubbing the palms of her hands on her pants. There's an awkward silence, neither of you sure what to say. Both of you are mutually trying to figure out the best way to approach this, and you're both realizing that it's going to be harder than you thought. 

You decide starting with small talk might break the tension, "So... did you just transfer here?"

"Yeah. Just this past semester. I was recruited by the women's hockey coach and decided to transfer. The team here is much better. It just felt right." She says. "But enough of that. What have you been up to? What has it been? 5 years?" 

"Yeah, it has." You say, a sad feeling taking over every time you realize it's been that long. But you quickly shove it down. "As for what I've been up to... I don't know. Everything? Nothing? High school went by in a blur, and so have the last two years I've been here. All I know is that I'm happy where I am, and I'm happy with the path I'm on." 

Abby gives you a genuine smile. "I'm happy to hear that. You deserve to feel that way." 

You return her smile but aren't sure what to say after that. You're both avoiding the elephant in the room, and you're both aware of it. This isn't just acquaintances catching up, you were best friends in every sense of the word. Most of the time it felt like more than that. It was something akin to soulmates, but both of you felt silly admitting that at the time. 

"I'm sorry," Abby says suddenly. "I'm sorry I left." 

"What are you sorry for?" She doesn't need to apologize for anything, but there's a multitude of things she could be apologizing for. As familiar as she feels, you don't know this Abby. Most things with her are likely going to be a guessing game until you can completely work her out. 

"Everything. Nothing. I don't know." Her hands are fidgety in her lap and she avoids eye contact. "I just feel like I need to apologize." 

"You don't." You assure her. "There's not a single thing you need to apologize for. I'm good as long as you are." 

She lets out a shaking breath, her eyes finally meeting yours. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." 

You smile at each other once again, both of you going quiet once again. It's not awkward though. This time it's much more comfortable and it stays that way until an alarm on Abby's phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket and dismisses it. 

"I'm so sorry to cut this short, but I need to make it to practice before 11:30 and I have something I have to do before I go." She stands up, and you follow suit. "This sounds stupid, but do you think we could exchange numbers? I just want to make sure we can get in touch. As long as that's alright with you." 

"Yeah of course!" You say, a little too enthusiastically but you're not sure she notices. 

The two of you exchange numbers, and then Abby pulls you in for another hug. Your arms go around her middle once again, and you let out a soft sigh. "It was really good to see you, Abs." 

Abby closes her eyes at the nickname, squeezing you a little bit tighter. "It was really good to see you too." 

She pulls away with a goodbye and walks out feeling lighter and more hopeful than she has in, well, 5 years. 

You stand there with your phone clutched in your hand, and you too feel hopeful. You don't miss how vague her apology was and how she avoided basically everything that happened, but that's okay. You'd do anything to have her back in your life like she used to be, so taking things slow and avoiding topics is a small price to pay. 

Baby steps.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

HIYAAA!!! so i heard you were writing for matty murdock after i was foaming at the mouth simping for peter quill and i was like OOOO

so this morning I was thinking about maybe taking off his glasses for the first time? hes shy about it bc he doesnt want to scare people and he thinks its ugly and reader is like "UGLY?? ABSHSHSJ BABY YOURE NOT UGLY??" and to cheer him up she puts on his glasses and gives an epic breathtaking (im laughing so badly) impression of matty

hopefully you can do this soon! Have a great rest of your week + weekend

-🪐

hii again!!🪐 this is so cute, I love it. when I was adding asks to my list I didn’t see the last part of your message until today, sorry as I wanted it to be done sooner. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 also hope you have a great rest of your week <3

red tinted

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.36k (sorry it’s a short one)

warnings || none just fluff

masterlist + rules

taglist

You and Matt had the day to yourselves, spending your free day in the comfort of his apartment on the sofa catching up. Things were relatively new between the two of you, but you were already extremely comfortable with one another.

"Hey Matt...?" you linger, pulling away from his side, gazing over him. 

"Mhm, sweetheart?" he hums quietly, a slight twitch of concern spreads across his face. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Of course," he grins earnestly, feeling a moment of calm when he notices your heart's steady tempo. "What's on your mind?"

"Your glasses... why do you wear them at home?" you ask carefully.

"I don't know... I just always have. I suppose they hide my eyes," he shrugs simply before kissing your shoulder. 

"Hide your eyes?" you repeat, specks of confusion littering your tone. "Why would you want to hide them? They're beautiful," 

He lowly chuckles before turning from your admiration-filled gaze. "No," he says slowly, seeming as though he is embarrassed or uncomfortable.

"Matt... I think you have the prettiest eyes, like ever,"

"Come on now," he awkwardly chuckles, "you're just saying that,"

"Nah-uh, they're beautiful, Matt... can I?" you sweetly question, extending your hands toward the frames of his glasses. Noticing his nod, you slowly remove them. "Whoa, so pretty," you say enthusiastically, watching his grin widen. "Can I put them on?" you question, even though they were halfway over your head.

"What are they like? What'd you see?" he cutely asks, leaning into your side.

"I see the world on fire," you playfully whisper, earning a light tap on the arm from the unimpressed man beside you. "Sorry, sorry, sorry," you laugh, kissing his cheek apologetically. "I'm a really good lawyer. Okay, that was the last one," throwing your head back as you cackle, clearly having too much fun. "I'm just pulling your leg... but I'm being deadly serious here, alright Matthew. You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen."

He grins coyly, hiding his face between your shoulder and ear, softly chuckling into your skin. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay," he says, slight dismissal in his cadence. "You can play pretend lawyer for a little longer."

@mattymurdock1021 @v1ntage-daydr3am @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors- part III

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about it but I thought the idea was nice ig… I can also take requests if you want to haha THIS IS THE LAST PART

>warning: fluff

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

On that night you and Jisung bonded again, healing the wounds you caused each other. You finally got your brother back after weeks of ignoring each other.

He made a plan to redeem himself and fix what he broken. Han was regretting the way he made the both of you feel.

Thats why, little to your knowledge, you were outside the JYPE company after weeks of refusing to go there, with some food Jisung asked you to bring. He told you he had dance practice today and that he forgot his snacks and he was feeling a bit edgy today.

To your surprise, the man you were meeting behind the dance studio door wasn’t your brother. It was your lover, well technically ex lover.

- Hi! you said with a little voice I am looking for Jisung!

- He is at the dorm today. He has a day off!

- Oh…. He didnt tell me…

- How are things between you? he asked with a voice so little you could barely hear it

- We are ok now. He is being nice lately. How about you two? Did everything go back to normal?

-Not really. It’s really awkward between us… He- I can see how guilty he feels about it all and I felt guilty too for a while. We forgave each other but I can still see the guilt in his eyes…

-Yeah he still feels guilty about it all. I see it too. But please don’t hold a grudge against him.

-I don’t. I don’t blame him as I would’ve probably done the same, but his guilt wont change the fact that I lost you!

-I am so sorry Min! I know you hate me, god I hate myself! But please, please try to work things put with him.

- Who said I hate you? God I love you way too much to even think about hating you!

-You do?

-Would it change anything if I would?

-It would change everything Min! You whispered softly

-I do! I love you so much I dressed your pillow in your shirt and hugged it every night before sleep! I love you so much that you are the only thing on my mind. I love so so much that I cannot even breathe without you being right by my side!

Without a second thought you dropped the bag of snack that you still had in your hand, along with your bag and ran straight into his arms, collapsing your lips on his.

He hold you so close and so tight as if he was scared you’d disappear. He kissed you back so passionately until you ran out of breath.

-I love you so so much too Min! You whispered between your breaths hugging him closer to you

Minho kissed you softly again and again and again until you heard giggles from the door. You slowly break away, turning to the door.

-I guess my plan worked? said a shy Han

-I don’t know, was your plan to get your sister to kiss me?

- I- it was supposed to get you back together… Didn’t it worked? You just kissed I thought-

- We did kiss Ji, but that doesn’t mean he will give me another chance.

- Thats not even a question jagiya! You’re all mine from now on! All mine only mine! said Minho kissing your temple

-Well then I guess your plan worked Ji!

- Are you ok with me dating your sister Hanjishi?

-I know I was a brat last time, but honestly I would rather have someone I trust date her than someone who will break her heart!

-Thank you Ji! You said running to hug him

-Just so you know Minho hyung, you hurt her and I’m going for your babies! said han with a serious tone

-I wouldn’t even dare to hurt her! And by the way, Im not letting you near Soonie Doognie or Dori ever again!

You laugh at the most important boys in your life. You were happy again! You made up with your brother, you got back together with the love of your life! Life was good again because your life was back into your arms!

Author’s note:

This is the last part. Its short but I didn’t feel the story the way I felt it at the start. I gave them the ending they deserved and I hope you guys like it even a little. Its not the best story and Im not the best writer, I can’t even call myself a writer lol, but I enjoyed writing it so I will continue to write stuff. My requests are open if you have any ideas you want to share, even if its a written story or a fake text scenario. I hope you guys liked it and you’ll hear from me soon

[eternal-armin]

SO, HOW SHOULD i begin this?

this is the first time i'm going to do a multi-part fic that goes beyond like 2 or 3 parts (rip to the chandelier fic.) bear with me ;;;; but i'm obsessed with everything everywhere and i wanted to do something with the abilities evelyn and joy specifically have. and, of course, the angst that can come from it. looked over this as much as i could but im exhausted so my apologies for any errors ;;;

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader [he/him pronouns]

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where : five is instantly intrigued by the eighth sparrow, a kid just like himself, which makes him try to seek him out specifically; nothing better than a second opinion about time from another person who knew its intricacies, right? well, he... may have gotten more than he bargained for.

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warnings : future mentions of trauma, fighting and injury (specific mentions of choking), existentialism, reader is just exhausted of life and shit in general, future cheesiness and such because i said so, depression, a whole lot of 'if i can bend reality to my will then how much does it really matter' kind of questioning (later on for the most part.)

the disheartening sight of seven other people—ahem, sorry, and one very confusing cube—was made endlessly puzzling by the appearance of a kid behind them. someone who looked five's age. physically, anyway. they both seemed equally entranced by the other; the kid's eyes were wide, his lips slightly parted, as if seeing someone he had been missing for decades. he furrowed his brow a bit, cocking his head, and klaus found himself peering where five glared.

"well, would you look at that? they've got a little brother, too!"

"zip it, klaus," he hissed, though with a certain degree of gentleness in his voice, even excluding the volume he had to use. looking back at the balcony, he was wearing more casual clothes with a sort of... varsity jacket of the sparrow academy's traditional colors and emblems. he was a sparrow, meaning he was born in 1989, meaning he was around thirty years old. so why did he look thirteen? it clicked then, suddenly; his power could have something to do with time. five felt instantly that he needed to speak with him. and if it needed to be done by force, then...

hands crossed neatly over his lap, barely restraining that very obvious agitation, ben chimed in with, "dad, who the hell are these assholes?"

a chorus of "shit" rang out amongst the umbrellas. five stared at him with the same amount of emotion as usual, mostly overrun by confusion, however his sentimentalities ended there. that balcony, barely a few yards from where five stood, held something—someone, rather—that could be an answer to his predicament. or at least help figure out if he could retire or not. if this world was safe enough to stay in. there was a whole host of colorful characters. if he was the sparrows' number eight, what exactly inspired reginald to adopt him as well? or was it just sort of a convenience thing?

luther stepped forward along with klaus. "is that really you?"

no amusement struck ben. if anything, he somehow managed to look more annoyed.

"and who are the weirdos on the balcony!"

"they are the sparrows. my children." reginald's controlled, vaguely irritated voice was such a contrast to diego's harsh tone.

much to five's chagrin this moment was a bit more important than staring at a boy. he turned on his heel, narrowing his eyes at the old man. "i'm sorry, what do you mean your children? that's not possible, old man."

"of course it is! i think i'd know, wouldn't i?"

well. something was very wrong, wasn't it?

the sound of footsteps and shuffling caught his attention and yet again he looked back forward; all of the sparrows once situated haphazardly on the balcony now stood across the tile threshold. the kid was shorter than he expected, in all honesty, and he seemed to be the least serious out of all his siblings—not to say that he looked like he was having fun or that he was laughing, but that he didn't want to fight. he looked like he would avoid it at every cost.

"everyone else can see ben, right?"

"cute hat, sundance."

"they call themselves the umbrella academy," reginald interrupted, "a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of '63 when i was away on business in dallas. be warned—they claim to be my spawn." all throughout reginald's little schpiel, five and the other kid maintained eye contact, five puzzled at his existence and him puzzled by five's puzzlement. he seemed to find it weird but, oddly enough, he didn't seem weirded out specifically. occasionally five would glance about the rest of the sparrows, gauge them if he could, and when that happened he would sometimes catch the barest glimpse of the kid looking at two of his sisters with confusion.

should i be worried? he was probably thinking to himself.

with five on his opposition? absolutely.

"claim? look, five, what the hell is going on?" allison sounded like she was moments away from boiling over.

"not sure yet, but it's concerning."

"is he telling the truth?" seeming to sense the steadily-rising tensions, the kid started, very slowly, to back away, retreating to the furthest reaches of the carpet before the battle had even begun.

"not the part about us being perfidious." vanya seemed to kind of placate that cowardice in him. maybe he even smiled at vanya.

"no! no, we're amateur-fidious, at best!"

"but we are his children, this is our house."

"yeah, we grew up here."

"yeah, yeah, we grew up here," alphonso mocked, getting a snicker from jayme, however the kid just shot them both a slightly judgmental look.

"i kind of think we would've noticed you," sloane said, to which luther stated his name and offered out his hand. sloane did not accept, really she didn't do a thing, and some whispers broke out amongst her and her little brother, whispers that five couldn't make out.

"okay. none of you belong here."

"oh! well, then. i guess we'll just pack our bags and move out."

christopher babbled and chittered, milking chuckles from his brothers and sisters. five had to say he looked way better smiling than frowning, though he figured it would probably be the same for anyone.

grace came in to the living room, heels click-click-clicking, holding a plate of cookies in her hand and apologizing that she couldn't do better. five couldn't catch the precise details. it was just kind of nice to see her again, even if she was certainly in need of a... few repairs.

"mom." diego's sentimental mumble caught some of the sparrows off-guard. the kid included.

"she's a robot, you perv."

"it's not a robot."

"don't call him that!"

"or what?" ben challenged.

"come closer and find out." bickering broke out between the two families, vanya and marcus actively trying to keep everyone's heads on straight, and five may have lost track of the conversation. until ben threw the first punch, anyway. he ducked back, watching as luther next was flung like a ragdoll across the room, landing on and breaking the poor couch. he saw the boy duck out and wanted to chase but first kept his loyalties, attacking ben and getting lost in a flurry of sharp punches and occasionally-failed dodges.

"you're alive. that's—great, or possibly horrible, i haven't decided yet."

"is that some weird kind of smack talk?"

"it's more of an existential problem, really, ben."

"awesome. well, here's your next problem." with his arms extending back and torso leaning forward, a grimy tentacle quickly burst from his chest, though not fast enough to stop five before he blinked away and onto the balcony.

"y'know, even though you're a total asshat now," five began, rudely cut off by another attack which he yet again evaded with ease. it was easier to land a punch and he watched as ben crashed into the ground. "it's nice to see you again. really." after seeing a particularly disturbing scene between diego and the cube, he stepped in to save allison from a few of the other sparrows, yet again finding himself on the second-floor balcony.

"thanks," allison managed through uneven breaths.

"no problem." both standing up, both dusting themselves off, they saw someone rounding the corner. it was him. still, that look of passive pacifism remained, now somewhat stoic in nature; he didn't want to fight, but he may need to. he was resigning himself to that fact and five could see it in his setting expression. and most importantly, there was also endless loyalty. oh, well.

five furrowed his brow, readjusting his jacket. "go help the others. i'll handle this one."

his new opponent almost seemed to space out, eyes narrowing just a bit as if being flooded by tons of new information. with grace and precision, and certainly speed, he set into a defensive stance. five blinked behind him to try for an attack and it was blocked. he continued to block, evade, block, evade, as fast as five tried to attack. the only sounds he made for a while were little grunts.

every failed punch and every successful block was adding to five's aggravation and his exasperation.

"y'know, five," he said, and hearing him speak for the first time startled five terribly, "delores wouldn't like you fighting like this! i'm not doing anything to you!" that shocked him so bad he misfired a punch but it landed for the first time because of how he went to dodge. he was weaker than five first surmised, falling onto the ground, and five continued to strike him back down until he was pinned and unable to move. he looked enraged, face twisted, eyes wide, teeth bared and gritted, glaring daggers at the kid, who looked to be in quite a bit of pain.

"how do you know my name?!" he barked. "how do you know her name?!" five got no answer and that was endlessly more irritating. the kid slammed his hand onto the ground and grabbed the first thing he could, a small piece of rubble, but five watched as, in those few fractions of seconds, that small piece of debris turned into a metal candlestick.

a metal candlestick.

the moment five saw that, he teleported, reappearing just a few feet away. he pushed off his total confusion; no time. the kid kept the candlestick in his hand when he fumbled to stand, not getting even a moment before five tackled him into a headlock. he didn't think twice about the look of pain on the kid's face because that wasn't exactly imperative and he didn't hesitate at the sounds he made.

the kid raised the candlestick again and five watched in subtle horror as it flitted between many different forms, each punctuated by a small sound and a bit of light. he only recognized a few of those hundred forms before he saw it land, like a wheel of fortune, on a knife and he plunged it down. five jerked out of the way of the blade. even though he had once been so hesitant to fight, so afraid of hurting other people, he seemed finally able to push that away and actually defend himself. he may not have been particularly strong, but he was swift and flexible while wrenching himself out of five's grip and adept at landing hits that would still make five flinch and pause. the kid blocked a punch and the moment that they came in contact with each other, the world around them... changed.

from the slightly destroyed upper floor of the academy house, it became an office building, papers flying about while people panicked about the violent fight between the aisles of cubicles. in that moment of confusion, he landed a hit on five, right in the gut. after a pained second, eyes squeezed tight, he grit his teeth and kept fighting.

the office building had become a high-rise skyscraper that they were fighting on the edge of.

another punch and they were on the deck of a cruise ship.

another block and they were in a spanning parking garage. the kid advanced and forced five to back up, closer to the edge of the space, and certainly to a painful fall. he continued to evade every attempted hit, no matter how five had calculated them, before pouncing on him and shoving him right out of the concrete monolith, plummeting down toward the ground along with him.

"how the hell are you doing this?!" five shouted, voice swallowed up by the shouting winds. he grabbed his shirt, bunching up his collar tight enough to cut off his breathing. the panic in his eyes welled up very quick.

and then they were back. instead of hitting the hard pavement ground, five lost all the air in his lungs when he thudded onto the carpeted academy floor, gasping for a second as the kid scrambled away from him, coughing and wheezing.

five hadn't even strangled him for that long, what the hell?

five forced himself to sit, to stand, shooting the glare to end all glares at the boy across from him—however he didn't attack yet. after all the disorientation he felt from those few... transitions, he wanted to keel over and vomit. he was in no condition to fight. luckily, however, neither was his opponent.

killing the kid would not get five his answers, no matter how badly he wanted to do it.

the kid was on the ground, propping himself up on one of his hands, his entire body seeming wracked by pained, nauseated tremors. he looked to be heaving, expression conflicted, exhausted beyond exhausted. he held his head the way one would when suffering from a bad headache.

his question went unanswered, which just served to annoy five further. "are you a time traveler or something? no. a multiversal traveler? do you work with the commission? that's the only possibility i can think of." knowing about delores, knowing about his name, certainly knowing his past, instantly transporting both of them to different places, it could all connect to multiversal travel.

but that spacing out part, before he could dodge like some highly trained professional, and that debris-to-candlestick-to-knife part? those still kind of puzzled him.

the kid wrinkled his nose. "that's the only possibility? you've got a narrow range." for someone who sounded so pained and exhausted, he could manage some mouthiness. somehow he sounded more genuine than sarcastic, though. strange. what about him wasn't?

five's eye twitched and his lips pressed hard into a scowl. "a narrow range? a narrow range? my 'range' isn't narrow! i've seen so many possibilities unfold! do you even know what i had to do to get here?" his words hissed with pure venom. that didn't faze his opponent, even whilst he jabbed an accusatory finger at him, as though somehow this was his fault.

"i do, actually," he managed, although still short of breath. "you got trapped in the apocalypse for a few decades, offered a deal from the commission, broke your contract with them and became a fugitive, got back to your family, and have been trying to evade apocalypses ever since. third time's the charm, right, five?" he recounted it all with the cadence and sensitivity of a history teacher summarizing an important, yet complicated, period of time.

"how could you possibly know—stop calling me that! how are you able to do any of this!"

"i'm not gonna stop calling you by your name." he laughed through his words. he laughed.

"is my exasperation funny to you?"

"i-i mean, kinda! do you know how many ways i've seen this conversation going?" five stilled like a statue. "this was the most common outcome. well, uhm, aside from you just killing me. it's just a little funny how you always react the same way." he shrugged a bit, as though this was simply some high school gossip, and not (one of) the most puzzling thing that five had ever been exposed to.

"look," five began, trying to steady himself. "if you don't tell me how you know about me—how you know about delores—this will become a timeline where i kill you. okay? capiche?"

he raised his hands in surrender. they shook. "capiche, five."

"stop. calling me that."

"to even the playing field, i'm [y/n]. there." he sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, checking his hands. yet again he seemed to space out, just for a moment this time, before going through a grounding technique. he looked determined now, not as tired as before, though it did remain rather clearly in his eyes. [y/n] was just a kid again. he looked like a pathetic, sick kitten. "it's my power. i was born like this. you travel through space and time, i travel through reality. all of reality. alternate universes, as you know them. close by, far away, ones almost exactly the same and some with very distinctive evolutionary branches. the further away the world, the... stranger they get. i can see literally any possibility. so i—i fucking know you, five. i know you. i know your brothers and your sister and your in-laws and your niece and every other niece or nephew you could've had. there are so, so many worlds where i was an umbrella, or your friend, or stuck with you in the apocalypse, or... something like that. that's how i know you, and know delores. i was there."

sister, singular?

fuck, why was that his first take-away?

five narrowed his eyes slightly. "you can see every alternate universe," he said, slowly, as if clarifying something to [y/n] when he really needed the clarification for himself.

he nodded. "use them, too."

"use...?"

[y/n] broke into a little smile. his answer remained unknown because their restrained conversation was interrupted by one of [y/n]'s sisters. just one glance and his smile disappeared, staring at five with now-widened eyes, mouthing something along the lines of 'get the fuck out.'

five didn't need to be told twice. a flit of light and he had disappeared to who-the-hell-knows-where.

"who the hell was that creep," jayme mumbled, watching as [y/n] stumbled to his feet and dusted himself off. she grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket out of instinct to make sure he didn't fall over.

"uh... someone pretty interesting," [y/n] said, staring at where he'd once been, the flash of bright light still burned into his eyes. he wanted to find him. maybe needed to find him. probably because something in the world was very wrong, even if no other timeline had figured it out yet.

if any of the umbrellas knew where to hide out, it would probably be klaus, right? simple solution. kind of. as long as he could sneak out undetected by his siblings.

a good bit of time had passed when you finally had the chance to scope out the hotel obsidian. you had changed into something more casual and lowkey, sunglasses now balanced atop your nose and a nice light scarf about your neck. music played over your headphones and you wandered inside of the place, stricken with the sight of heavy art deco. it was rather nice, actually, when you took the time to appreciate it. then again, your mind was rather preoccupied with what was probably a very big deal. on the other side of the lobby, in the little bar and lounge area, you could spot a few of the hargreeves siblings. most notably five, now wearing a white bathrobe. soon his eyes glanced to you and you could feel his gaze sharpen. he looked back at his brothers and excused himself, stepping off the stool and teleporting to you before his feet hit the ground.

"what are you doing here," he hissed through gritted teeth.

"i mean, our conversation got cut off earlier. seemed right to continue it, y'know?"

five looked back at his brothers and then at you once more. klaus was staring after him but you didn't know if he recognized you; luther and diego were still totally enraptured in their chinese food.

the look on five's face told you a whole lot; it was critical to him to talk with you, figure things out, because he guessed—and guessed right—that you weren't just here to politely finish a conversation. something weird was going on, whether he wanted to know or not. "alright. okay. fine. just," he grasped your shoulder after a second and then you were both gone, reappearing instantaneously in a room you assumed to be five's. small cot in the corner, bunk bed opposite, and a couch.

god, you wanted to throw up. you clutched your stomach, squeezing your eyes shut for a minute.

he crossed his arms and looked at you. "so where exactly did we leave off?"

you paused to scrub your mind, trying to recall. a few blinks broke the few seconds of spacing out. usually you weren't this forgetful, but, uh, today was an interesting one. "i said i can use those universes and that confused you. and then jayme came around and i told you to leave."

"right," five muttered. "what exactly did you mean by that?"

"well, obviously i can use them for information." your voice was somewhat soft, actually, which was mighty strange to him.

"hmph. how could i forget." five's flat voice was thick with sarcasm.

you managed a smile. "but i can also use them for skills and stuff. the dodging, earlier; i can't really do that here. there's a world where i star in fighting movies and stuff, where i'm good at dodging and i'm fast and flexible, and i can... link my mind, i guess, and use those skills. and the... the candlestick. knife. thing. i can change things to whatever another me is holding. i can change my clothes. i can change reality."

"so, in essence, your mind is able to find every other instance of you across time and space and access them? and... communicate with them, i suppose, in some way or another."

you shrugged a bit. "about explains it. but the—... can i ask you something?" you suddenly sounded sheepish, hesitant, like you were constantly rethinking what you were about to say. five furrowed his brow, a little surprised to see that look on your face, and he really didn't like it.

"depends on what that something is," he responded, speaking cautiously.

you found yourself spacing out again, but this time not to access some alternate plane of existence. every other universe had its own noise, and every other universe was persistently audible; that loud buzz was starting to give you yet another headache. it was probably possible to overdose on tylenol, right? suddenly that constant look of exhaustion on your face was even more obvious to five. for a moment, he seemed almost sympathetic to that. he could certainly understand it, at the very least. "you've got about twenty-eight years of experience on me," you began, forcing your voice to be steady. "do you have any clue how to deal with the, uhm, existential part of it all?" lightheartedness seemed to be a skill of yours. five could respect it.

you doubted, sincerely doubted, that there could be anything in the world to help you from the persistent noise. or from the pain and exhaustion of swatting from world to world to world in the span of thirty seconds during a fight. it was a wonder you were still walking.

"why should i help you with that, exactly? your family tried to kill mine."

"i didn't try to kill anyone. i hid upstairs the entire time. well, uh, almost the entire time. i can be an ally to you guys. i'd... prefer to be allied with you guys." if anyone else in the world knew about the ins and outs of the umbrella academy, five had no doubt in his mind that it would be you and your presumably-torturous ability. it would probably be a smart idea on their side as well, to ally with you.

"before i agree to help you at all, how can i be sure your family isn't using you as some sort of... puppet? some sort of inside man?"

you shrugged a bit after a second. "i wouldn't be a very good choice."

"seriously? do you think i'm stupid or something?"

you crossed your arms, looking at him with narrowed eyes. "no. i know you aren't stupid. and i'm pretty sure that your first choice wouldn't be a 'weak thirteen-year-old kid with a power that cripples him with headaches and exhaustion whenever he uses it,' either. not to mention that said kid can't hear what's going on sometimes because of literally every other sound in the expansive multiverse." the words were sarcastic but the tone was very genuine, almost excruciatingly so.

"i have... so many more questions now."

you shrugged a bit. "i can answer some of them, i guess." considering that you knew almost all the ins and outs of his life, it seemed only fair to share some of yours. you were too tired to steer the conversation back to why you had came. perhaps you'd already forgotten it.

"why exactly are you thirteen? you were born in 1989, you had to be."

"... i chose to stay this age."

"how can you just choose to stay that age?" exasperation met with confusion in a very strange voice of five's. even after all he'd gone through and learned, you were just springing question marks all over the place. god damnit.

"i can manipulate almost every aspect of reality, five," you said, softly, in response. "it's not out of the realm of possibility to stay thirteen. not for me."

five nodded slightly after a second. that nod steadily turned into a shake of his head. "jesus—i should've grabbed some coffee." he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "just give me a second."

"oh. uh, no need." glancing about the room, there was a small corner table, atop it an ice bucket and some plastic cups for water. he watched, for some reason a bit puzzled, as you placed your hands on it. spaced out. and it flitted to a fresh coffee pot and a mug. they seemed like something from a diner.

well, that would make sense, wouldn't it?

you poured him a cup and handed it, still steaming, over to him.

five scowled a bit, staring down at the filled mug, before his sharp gaze landed on you again.

"it's just coffee, five. it's not poisoned or anything. here." you plucked it back out of his grasp and took a sip, waited a few seconds, and handed it back. "see? you're fine."

after a second, he nodded. "right." he didn't find himself bothered by drinking from the same mug you had. he'd done a lot worse things, hadn't he?

"so... what were those other questions?"

after taking a few healthy swigs, he cleared his throat. "your ability—it really taxes you? even after all these years?" five would never admit it, but the coffee was pretty goddamn good. whatever diner your alternate-self worked in was worth a visit, if it existed in this world. "is that why you were shaking and panting so much earlier?"

you felt a bit embarrassed. "yeah," you mumbled. "i trained with it a lot, but, i wasn't very strong to begin with." you sat down carefully on the sofa, pulling a bottle of painkillers from your coat pocket.

"when's the last time you had a dose?" five asked, mug to his lips, shooting you a side-eye.

"... maybe three hours ago. why?"

he clicked his tongue and shook his head, plucking the bottle out of your hands. "not now, then."

"dude! what the hell! i-i need those!"

"well, i can't keep asking questions to someone sick from taking too much tylenol. and you can wait three hours."

you groaned but didn't complain, just settling back against the comfortable cushions. "fine. i'll wait." and you mumbled 'you're just like sloane' under your breath.

"good," he mumbled, sitting down beside you after tossing the pills onto his bed. "you said you could hear every sound in the multiverse. something tells me that isn't a hyperbole."

you nodded a bit and slouched down, trying to figure out a decent analogy. "when you remove a door from its threshold, you can always hear what's on the other side, unless you actively tune it out. just, for me, there were never doors. it was always like this. every single feasible universe is out there, fighting for my attention, almost every waking moment." you recounted with a deep sort of mourning. five couldn't blame you, he supposed. you had been robbed of silence, of pure solitude, of privacy. his heart almost ached for you.

had you been born with the doors off their frames? he wanted to ask, he really wanted to ask, but it was probably going to be way too... private of a thing. personal. from what he could tell.

"and i thought wrangling that crowd of toddlers was bad. i can't imagine hearing everything they do, everywhere, constantly," he mused.

you cracked a smile. it had been a while since you were able to joke around with someone, even if that someone had interrogated you like a police investigator. "oh, it's the worst," you giggled, and he laughed along. "i mean, it's bad enough knowing what your brothers do into their socks, it's even worse to walk in on them over, like, over two thousand times."

"i've known you for a very short period of time, but something tells me that's the worst thing you've ever said."

for someone in a very persistent and terrible bout of pain, your laugh, and your smile, were incredibly bright. five couldn't really say that he was expecting this when first appearing in the umbre—ahem. in the sparrow academy building, but he wasn't exactly complaining. this could be nice. he really hoped it would be, anyway.

silence fell on you two for a while. the overbearing static was starting to edge back in now that you had nothing more to say. the pain was ebbing.

"... something's wrong." you sounded deadly serious, it was horrifying.

"s—sorry?" five felt like he had whiplash after such an extreme diversion from the topic.

you seemed to be fighting that urge to space out a whole lot more. this was important, you needed to stay on track, and yet your stress was doing exactly the opposite of tunnel vision. shit.

five noticed; and he kind of needed you to talk, as fast as possible, so reached out and pinched your neck, successfully getting you to tense and wake up, in some sense of the words. offense was replaced with gratitude in your eyes. "i don't know exactly what. no other universe has figured it out. but you aren't supposed to be here, this isn't your timeline, that's—a very big problem. it could potentially 'rip a hole in space and time.'" five muttered along with you, cussing and hanging his head.

"why didn't you say this first?" he hissed.

"i'm sorry!" you sounded very genuine and he felt rather bad. "i-i—the interrogation and then the pain and then the... getting along with you, i forgot." it was another world, some utterance of 'not normal yet' that brought the thought back to you.

your voice was cracking. you felt far worse than five could ever make you feel.

"... it's fine. it's fine."

"it very much isn't. you know that."

five knew it all too well. he groaned, pinched the bridge of his nose, and downed the rest of his coffee. "fantastic."

"i mean, it may be a problem we can solve." you shot him a smile, a tired and weak little thing, but it did comfort him a bit.

"the universe will really mind if seven dumbasses stick around?" his humor had soured, but it was still there. you felt very guilty, unable to look him in his eyes, shoulders slouched as if defeated in some great thing.

"she's a stickler for rules."

"hmph." he scowled a full-face scowl. "no retirement yet, i guess."

out of all the things you could ever have seen, heard, felt, and known, one thing seemed... important. emotionally, anyway. "if it's, uhm, any consolation... retirement did look good on you, by the way."

he couldn't help but smile a bit. somewhere out there was a world where you and five were friends well into his retirement, be that at his confusing age or his chronological age from 1989, where he was happily retired with no time-threatening anomalous issues to draw him out. even if he was bound to die in this timeline, there was some comfort in knowing many other timelines saw him content. "i'll take your word for it."

[starliights-shining]

hello star queen. can i ask for prowl dating hcs...? (is this an ok prompt? if not ill change it) anyway, ill doabythinf, anything , what is it that you want name it and its yours. is it my kidney? do youwnst my kdiney? you can have iy. please.

Hello Dundeey, Of course I can do dating headcannons for Prowl. I do hope this is enough for your daily Prowl intake! I generally like writting Prowl, so I do hope I do him justice. Also heres some NSFW one too! Enjoy :)

Dating Prowl would be like dating that awakward guy at work. You like him yes, but theres moments where youre like 'yeah hes def awkaward all the time' at least the first time you meet.

He's trying to grasp the situation around you, making sure he doesn't 'fuck up' whatever he has with you, which leads to his fear or you not liking him anymore

he's not annoying and like 'are we breaking up' because you guys haven't spoken. He's more 'did i upset you, im sorry' he's a worried guy.

I do think Prowl takes your comfort extremly serious, at a party and you wanna go home, he's got you out of there. Hungry? don't worry lets go get your food. Feet tired? He'll carry you. He just cares for your comfort because at the end of the day, you are his girlfriend.

I do think Prowl trys to enjoy your interests with you. He wants to know what you enjoy doing in your free time thats not him *wink wink* He also wants you to enjoy his interests too, table flipping. He'll get you a smaller table, light enough for you to easily flip with him.

I like to think is soft spoken with you, never raising his voice and always asking your questions in a super soft tone. I think he does it automatically as like a nice thing for humans, that is if youre human.

If youre not, a human and a Cybertronian, then I still think he speaks softer around you but its more often done in private or to catch your attention. He has to have a distince and sure fire way to get your attention NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like Prowl also get frustrated when you don't listen to him. He gets a little burn or sizzle in his prossesor when he obivsiously warned you about something happen and you listen. I feel like he thing where he gets upset at you for it as well, but like in a 'im upset because you could have gotten hurt' way

NSFW

Prowl is a switch, he has his moments where leadinng is his. BUT LIKE if you can top him in just the right way, he's folds and can't say no.

He ABSOLUTLY LOVES when you give him a hand job, the simple fact that you can control him with just a hand, or both, is enough for him to fold. Servos trying to find a way to get to you, trying to find a way to have more of you in that exact moment. He's in love with your hands.

He def loves being praised, a 'good boy' or 'well done love' can get him over the edge so fast its impressive. Praise him while he finishes and its over, his servos will grab at anything he can get and his optics will roll into the back of his helm. he's almost embarassed by it but maybe thats part of the kick

When he's in charge, call him sir. If he ask you a question you answer with respect. "You like when I touch you like this?" - "Yes sir." "Yeah, you enjoying this, riding my spike like that." - "Yes sir." You much always respond with respect, no matter how fucked out you feel.

I do think he enjoys Cowgirl or anyhting he can see your face during. He loves your little fucked out of your mind expression, and he loves when you can't speak more. It truly gives him a sense of power.

I also think Prowl likes fingering you as well, either from behind or from below you, his digits will be buried in your pussy either way. The idea of your riding your high on his servo is just tooo good for him to pass up and he will let you know.

[builtbybrokenbells]

Gold Dust Woman | viii

Y/n quickly learns that touring with the brothers she is so emotionally intertwined with is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

Read part seven here

Listen while reading: Money for Nothing - Dire Straits, Voodoo Child (slight return) - Jimi Hendrix, Pride and Joy - Stevie Ray Vaughan

Pairing: sam kiszka x f!reader, jake kiszka x f!reader

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: drinking, swearing, smoking, arguing, jealousy/intentional jealousy, insecurity, angst, sad Jake, flirting, making out, brief emotional talks, sorry if I miss any!

finally!! most of this is light hearted fun, but the end is clearly setting the tone for the following chapters. the calm before the storm, perhaps 🥰 sorry for the wait, and sorry if this is not my best work! im just trying to bridge the gap and set the themes before we get into the gritty emotional stuff next. as always, enjoy, be kind, and don’t mind any grammar mistakes!! (p.s. this is super lightly edited 🫣)

Your bag dropped to the ground with a pathetic echo, the sound barely breaking through the dead air of the hotel room. It seemed just as exhausted as you were, and you found the slump of the fabric on the track bag ironically funny, because you felt like doing just the same. You kicked your shoes off at the door, immediately looking to the bed with longing in your eyes. Before you could get the chance to shut the door and climb under the covers, a surge of voices rang from down the hallway. You made your first mistake of the day as you peeked your head around the corner to investigate. Immediately, you saw your bandmates following behind Danny, who was moving towards your room with mischievous intent written all over his features.

By the time you had registered what was happening, Danny was close enough to reach out and touch you. You took a step backwards, a fruitless attempt at escape, but his hands were already reaching out for you. His fingers closed around your wrist just in enough time to pull you back into the hallway. “Danny!” You exclaimed, feeling a laugh break from your lips despite your disinterest in their antics.

“What do you think you’re doing? Trying to get away from us?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

“Was hoping to take a nap before the show tonight. You know, so I don’t fall sleep on stage.” You rolled your eyes, but that answer was unacceptable for him.

“Oh come on, you’re gonna sleep away your first day of tour? Don’t let a little travel get you down.” Your two bandmates nodded their heads in agreement, standing guard with their arms crossed over their chests.

“I’m okay with that.” You nodded. It was uncharacteristic of you to refuse a party, but your bones were aching with sleepiness, begging you to rest on a mattress even for a moment.

“Yeah, but I’m not.” He said, reaching into his pocket and grabbing a mini bottle of fireball. “Drink up, sound check is in two hours.” You watched him, hoping for him to change his mind, but he had never looked so serious. You grabbed it, although openly reluctant about doing so. “That’s my girl.” He basked in his victory only for a moment before crouching to the ground.

“Danny, I’m not getting on your shoulders.” You refused. It was a charade the two of you seemed to fancy when you were drunk, but you were far too sober to entertain the idea now.

“Come on, have some fun!” He exclaimed, clearly over your displeasure with his attempts to set the mood. You let out a sigh, but ultimately did as he asked. You were never one to say no to Danny, especially when he seemed so happy. “Aha!” He spoke in triumph as he secured his hands on your thighs. He rose to his feet, and you ducked your head instinctively. The ceilings were high, not near close enough for you to hit your head, but your anxiety seemed to be much worse when you didn’t have any false confidence from alcohol.

“Don’t drop me, Daniel.” You scolded, holding onto his hands secured on your legs.

“Shut up and take the shot.” He chuckled, both of you knowing that dropping you was the last thing he would do, and if he did, he would cushion your fall just to make sure you wouldn’t get a scrape. He was the best friend you had ever had, and you were always a priority to him. He stopped in front of another door, loosening his grip on your leg only for a second to knock on the wood. After a few seconds, shuffling could be heard from inside the room, and Josh popped out from behind the door. He let out an immediate boom of laughter at the sight, clearly equally as thrilled about the first day of tour. Danny carefully grabbed another fireball shot from his pocket and handed it to the boy. He accepted and joined the party without a single exchange of words. You realized that this must be a normal antic for the boys, which also came with the realization that you had willingly signed up for months of the same torture.

“Two more to go.” Danny smiled.

“How many shots do you have?” You questioned, genuinely curious about the collection he was hoarding.

“Enough.” Was all he replied. Another door was knocked on, and Sam joined the party.

“Seems you’ve gotten taller.” Sam noted, looking up at you with a twinkle in his eyes. You wanted to chastise him, to sit back another witty remark, but every time you looked at him for a moment too long, all of the thoughts seemed to disappear from your brain. He always stole the moment, shining brighter than anything else. Instead of waiting for a response, he cracked the cap of the shot and tilted his head back, drinking down the liquid with nothing to spare.

You were hyper aware that the last person to retrieve was Jake, and you were excited to see him, although a bit nervous. Since the fiasco of the tour agreement signing, you and Jake had been distant. Not by an overwhelming margin, but definitely enough to notice. You were withdrawn because of your guilt for pushing him away, and he was withdrawn due to his hurt from you doing so. In your moments and nights spent alone, you could feel the tension in the air. It was minimal, but completely unspoken. Even the sex seemed to be different, definitely still phenomenal but a little less emotionally gratifying. You were both aching for connection, but couldn’t seem to find the right words to express it. You hadn’t seen him much on the plane, and you were itching to catch a glimpse of him, like an addict looking for a fix.

Sam, on the other hand, had grown quite fond of your company after the shared sweetness that night in his car. He felt closer to you than he ever had, and he wasn’t willing to give that up. In the weeks leading up to the start of tour, you had found yourself playing house with him more than usual, spending the night and drifting through the morning in minimal clothing and hearts dancing in your eyes. Morning coffee no longer tasted the same without his company, and the sunrise was a little less pleasant when he wasn’t there to share it with you.

Even with the space in your bed spoken for and the mornings laced with a promise of love, you couldn’t help but miss Jake. Every now and again, you yearned for that first morning spent with him, with his hands around your waist and his sweet nothings whispered in your ear. The serenity of cooking breakfast while he plucked away at a guitar and wordlessly dedicated songs to you; it was a subtle show of affection because, like always, he had been too afraid to speak it into existence. Your heart still ached for Jake, even with Sam loving you so deeply. He could tell; your eyes spoke it louder than any words you could say. You loved Sam, and he knew that even if you had refrained from saying it aloud, but he knew you loved his brother, too. He chose not to mention the pain he felt at the thought.

The debacle the three of you found yourself in had been going on for months, now. All of you were tired, ready for it to be over, but nobody was willing to give up. By refusing to let go, all of you were simply allowing the hurt to grow. If a choice in the beginning was impossible, it had grown into something even more catastrophic than what it started as. You prided yourself on being a levelheaded person, someone who was calculated and well thought out, but this mess was something so uncharacteristic for you. Had you been half the person you viewed yourself as, you would have put a stop to it long ago. You were a fool for both of them, and a fool for thinking you could outsmart them in their own game.

“Open up!” Danny sang as he knocked on the door of the last brothers room.

“M’coming!” He grumbled from inside. Within a moment, he appeared looking just as tired as you were feeling. He paused his movements, head just slight cocked to the side as he took in the sight before him. Slowly, his head upturned to you perched on Danny’s shoulders. You gave him a smile, one that showed him just how happy you were that he decided to join. His eyes softened at your expression, any gruff exterior melting away within an instant.

“Fireball?” You asked, carefully reaching down to hand him your bottle.

“You shouldn’t have.” He chuckled, retrieving the shot from you. He let his fingers rest on yours for a second extra, desperately wanting a moment of closeness with you. “But what about you?” A smirk tugged at his lips.

“Plenty more where that came from.” Danny answered for you, content that you seemed to be enjoying the energy, now. “Onward!” He sounded, turning quickly to go back in the direction you all came from. You grabbed on to him, holding yourself steady in fear of being dropped. He tightened his grip on your legs, a silent reassurance that he had you, and he wouldn’t let you go. “You know, I think we should try beer pong like this.” He theorized.

“I think that’s cheating.” You replied, seeing him near the door of your room.

“I’d let it slide.” Josh said, as if he were the commissioner of the game. Danny let out a noise of triumph, happy that he had someone on his side to disregard your arguments. He led everyone into your room, immediately walking to your bed and leaning backwards. You let out a shriek of terror as you began to lose your balance, but he loosened his grip on your thighs. You fell to the mattress, landing with a thud and a chorus of laughter from the audience surrounding you.

“Asshole,” you grumbled as you straightened yourself out.

“Here,” Danny threw a mini bottle at you. It landed beside you, catching your attention and distracting you from the excitement of the moment. “Drink up.” You did as you were told, cracking the cap and draining the alcohol from the bottle. The burn settled deep in your chest, the cinnamon overpowering and warming your body. Although the burn was not comparable to both of the familiar sets of eyes on you, neither thinking anything wholesome.

Sam was by the door, lost in chatter with Dylan and Riley, but his gaze was only settled on you. It did not matter who he was caught in conversation with, or what he was busy doing, you were permanently in the forefront of his mind. Jake was talking to Josh, small business about the show tonight and the importance of an opening night. Even though the context of the talk was about his passion, his biggest dream in which he’d been working his whole life to achieve, you were still heavily weighing on his thoughts. Jake was not even attempting to hide his stare; Josh was aware, and uncaring of the infatuation between the two of you. He continued speaking despite knowing Jake’s attention was not directed at him.

“Another?” Danny asked, pulling a few more bottles from his pocket.

“Jesus,” you laughed, amazed at the amount of alcohol he had shoved in the pocket of his jeans. “I’d like to make it to the concert, tonight.”

“Oh, you will. Don’t worry about that.” He assured you. “We’re celebrating your first day on tour ever. Isn’t it exciting?” He questioned, taking a seat next to you. You turned to face him, your back to the brothers in hopes to forget about their lingering eyes and wistful thoughts. You have a shrug, plucking another shot from his hand.

“Of course,” you nodded, but your tone was withdrawn.

“You’re nervous.” He stated, narrowing his gaze at you.

“No,” you scoffed, but avoided meeting his eyes at all costs. He could read you like a book; he didn’t need you to say the words for him to know. “Yeah.” You finally changed your stance when he refused to look away. “It’s normal, is it not? I mean, those people are there to see you guys, not us. And your fans… they can be ruthless, sometimes. I’m about to give my entire soul to the public, everything I’ve been scared of for my whole life. I think it’s okay to be a little scared.”

“Of course it is, y/n, but if you’re scared because you don’t think you have the talent, that’s not okay.” He corrected. You drank down the second shot, finally feeling a touch of relief from the anxiety constricting your chest. You took a deep breath as you swallowed down the alcohol, bargaining with your fear.

“I mean, I guess.” You sighed. “Fear of not being good enough is just as normal as anything else.”

“Not when you have as much talent as you do.” His answer was final, no willingness to debate the issue any further. “You’re going to get up there, and they’re going to love you just as much as they love us. You’re going to do fantastic, y/n. I’m not worried and you shouldn’t be, either.”

“Thank you, Danny.” You smiled. The warmth of his sincerity alone was enough to make you feel better, but his company worked even better. “I am excited, but I think the anxiety gets in the way of that sometimes.”

“Trust me, when you get in your stage clothes and they put your makeup on, you’ll feel like a whole new person. It’s a different kind of feeling, like you’re the most extravagant version of yourself and you can take on the whole world.” He assured you, taking a shot of his own. “Plus, we’ll be there on the sidelines cheering louder than anyone else. If you get nervous, just look for me.” He grinned. Sometimes you were overwhelmed by the support and love that Danny gave you. It was more than you had ever felt in your life, and you hoped he never stopped. Friendship with Danny was more beautiful than most simple pleasures in life, and he proved that love existed in many different ways, and even stronger than romantic by times.

“I love you.” You smiled, feeling the tension whither away indefinitely.

“I love you.” He said, glancing past you for a moment. “I think lover boy is jealous that I’m getting a moment alone with you.”

“Fuck, which one?” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the thought.

“Both.” He muttered, laughing to himself. “Any sign of stopping?”

“Plenty, but it seems like I’m colourblind, now. The stop signs look green and the red flags look pink.” You mumbled, twirling a frayed string from the rip in your jeans around your finger. “But the show must go on, right?”

“Not necessarily.” He shrugged. “Effect from cause, remember? If you’re hurting, you can stop it at the source.”

“I think that would hurt worse.” You gave a sad smile, shaking the idea from your head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s my own fault, so I’ll fix it somehow.” You advised, shuffling to your feet. “Thanks for the pep talk. I needed it.” You spoke softly as you moved towards the large glass doors on the other side of your room. Danny watched you walk away, realizing that pre-show anxiety might not be the only thing that was troubling you. He let you slip on to the balcony with no intent to follow. He loved you enough to recognize when you needed to be alone, and solitude was what you were craving. You were fine with the crowd hanging around your room, but you were searching for a moment of peace in hopes to decompress from the days activities.

You broke out into the afternoon air, surrounded by the distant sounds of the city. The sky was blue, cloudless and beholding the type of beauty you couldn’t recreate in a picture. You rummaged through your sweater pocket, locating a pack of cigarettes, and pulled one out. You took a seat on the patio chair, lighting the end and watching the flame from the lighter fizzle away in the wind. The building was tall, taller than any you had ever seen in your hometown, and you were nestled nearly at the top. You’d seen plenty of skyscrapers in Nashville, but upon your arrival in Atlanta you couldn’t believe how many people littered the streets of the cities you had never been privileged enough to visit.

You thought of your younger self, how excited she would be for you now, how thrilled she would be that you had broken free of the generational curses and you were finally living your dream. If only she could understand that implications of dreams were dangerous, and just because you were living the life you had hoped for did not mean you were perfectly content. Ever since the confessional of your broken childhood to Sam, it had been looming over your head like a sinister nightmare. You felt more pain over the memories of your past than you ever had before. You were forever wounded from the scars you had collected from loving the brothers now, and your body was giving way underneath the weight of your wrongs.

You were living your dream, yet you were so worn down that it was painful to enjoy it. You felt guilty for not being able to have fun; you knew you should be joyous, celebrating and drinking with the rest of your friends, but the ache that settled in your chest was almost too strong to withstand. Laughing felt foreign, and you thought that fun could not come without crushing guilt following it. You wished so badly that you could fall out of love as fast as you fell in love, but it just wasn’t possible. For a while, you felt like you were ahead, winning by possessing the ability of control, but they had their teeth in you, and as the days passed, claws, too. They were tearing you apart and you were letting them. The grief was growing, rooting into your bones and metastasizing on your soul while you mourned something you hadn’t even lost yet. But, loss was familiar even if you weren’t aware you were feeling it; you had lost yourself, respect for yourself, and the sense of right and wrong. You’d spent months believing you were gaining something from their love, but it simply wasn’t true. You’d given up so much of yourself amidst loving them that you were unrecognizable, now. The losses outweighed the benefits, and you were finally beginning to understand.

In your journey of learning how to love, you had quickly learned that loving was not easy. You can love and hurt at the same time, just the same as you can die while the sun is shining. As you sat under the sun, cigarette smoking in your hand, you realized that you already were. You were inviting it, welcoming death with open arms just to enjoy the peacefulness as you drifted. You were out of ideas on how to satiate the pain without inviting it back into your life, no idea how to heal the wounds without reopening them. The pain was worsened by them, but healed by them, too, and you were at the end of the road. Your last flame was flickering away, and they were out of fuel to keep it going. Instead of protecting it, you chose to focus on attempting to warm yourself with their fire, ignorant to the fact that their flames were producing a wind strong enough to turn you to dust.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that those are bad for you?” His voice cut through the serenity like a knife, breaking you from your internal brooding. It was so familiar, so comforting, yet left a lasting burn on your skin. He was comfort, but he was also catastrophe. Unfortunately for you, you were so comfortable in chaos that you loved him despite the disaster.

“Woke up a hypocrite, today?” You asked, not bothering to turn and look to him. For once, you weren’t yearning for the moment with him. You were perfectly fine with being upset, and perfectly fine without his help.

“Ouch,” he said, taking the seat beside you. “Just because I do it doesn’t mean I want you to do it, too. Not allowed to worry about you anymore?”

“I think you should stop worrying, Jacob.” You said, still refusing to look at him.

“I thought you quit?” He refused to give up, knowing that being on the receiving of your standoffish nature was better than not speaking to you at all.

“Living the rockstar lifestyle, now. Have to look the part.” You joked, but your tone was flat. You both fell into a silence, listening to the sound of cars passing below. You wanted to touch him, but you were afraid that you would give too much of yourself to him once more. It was so easy to give everything to Jake, even when he wasn’t asking for it.

“I miss you, y/n.” His admission was prompted by nothing but his own heart. The distance between you two was larger than it ever had been, and he was desperate to bridge the gap. He craved that connection he felt with you in the beginning, and he was fearful that all of the time you spent with Sam was locking him into a corner. He regretted pushing you to tell him your troubles, scared that it drove you even further away from him.

“I miss you, Jake.” You finally looked over at him, the sight of his face giving you nothing but pain. He caught your eye, holding your gaze but doing nothing more. He didn’t reach for you, not even expressing a thought that he would. He wanted you to reach for him, he needed to feel like you still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. If only he knew how much you wanted to tell him, he would never have to worry. You wanted to be everything for him; the best version of yourself, one that knew how to love properly and how to be loved by another, one who could give him the entire world, but you were fearful that you would never be that person, that you couldn’t be that person.

“When are you going to let me in, Gold Dust Woman?” He asked, looking back out over the balcony rail. The cloud of emotion radiating from him was so large that it was beginning to fill the sky with confessions and desires.

“I’m trying.” You whispered, flicking the ash off of your cigarette and watching as it fluttered to the ground. “I don’t know how.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah.” You admitted. “I really do, Jake, but it’s hard.”

“I think it’s time you let go of the idea that intimacy is easy.” He said, no passion nor desperation in his voice. He was fighting the battle with nonchalance despite every molecule in his body screaming for salvation. He had become painfully aware that emotion was not easy for you, but it was still excruciatingly difficult to contain his own. “You’ve been searching for the simple solution, but you need to understand that it’s not supposed to be easy. If it was, this would have been over a long time ago.” You wanted to be angry, upset that he shoved words down your throat that you didn’t want to hear, but he was right. Simplicity was extremely tempting, but it was not the answer to your questions. If you continued to search blindly for it, you would remain on the same journey until you died empty-handed and alone. “If you want to love me, you can. If you want to love him, you can. Sam and I aren’t strangers to the world we’ve been living in. I know you love him. I can see it. I can feel it when you look at him, y/n. I’m not asking you to stop feeling that way for him. I’m just hoping that you feel it for me, too. I think that you do, but I need to know if this is more than just sex, or if I’m only waiting to get my heart broken.”

“You’re an idiot if you can’t see it.” You were harsh, unbelieving of the fact that he was unsure if you felt that way for him. “It’s never been about sex, Jake. Maybe that first night, but never after that. If Sam gave me the world, and you didn’t, why would I still be here?” You asked, pulling your knees to your chest on the flimsy chair. Your cigarette was long burnt to a butt in your hand, but you continued holding it so you wouldn’t reach for another. You did feel obligated to teach them a lesson, but you never would have subjected him to so much pain if you felt nothing for him. “I don’t know how to let you in. I’ve spent my entire life trying to keep everyone out. Before you and Sam, I never needed to open up. I apologize for struggling, but it’s never been because I don’t want you.”

“There you go.” He whispered, looking back at you with more hope in his eye than before. “I’m not asking to be your hiding place for every secret. I would always keep it safe for you, but I know that’s too much to expect. I just need to know that you care. I think we’ve been doing this long enough for me to ask.”

“Like I said, Jacob. Idiot.” Your words were insulting, but a smile was tugging at your lips. There was one on his, too. “Don’t convince yourself you’re not special, because you know it’s not true. You know what you mean to me.”

“Don’t have to be so mean about it.” He joked, but the tension was nonexistent. You were back in the realm of comfortability that you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I think we’ve been doing this long enough for me to say that.” You shot back his own statement. “In fact, I think you like it.”

“Sadist,” he whispered, hopeful for normalcy. He was rewarded when extended your hand out to him, which he slipped into his own eagerly. Silence became you as you both leaned back in your chairs, fingers interlocked while looking down upon the city. Although normal was not even close to what the current situation was, it was normal for you and Jake, and that was all that mattered.

“Are you excited?” He broke the silence after a long while without conversation.

“Scared.” You corrected. “Seems like fear is the only thing I know how to feel.”

“You’ll blow them away, Gold Dust Woman.” He assured you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t give you that nickname for nothing.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” And you meant it. It was beyond you that Jake was able to persuade you to join them on tour, and although he did not single-handedly convince you, he definitely did the brunt of the work.

“You’ll change your mind after tonight. I promise.” He assured you, still trying to keep his eyes off of you. He felt if he looked in your direction again, he would never be able to look away. “Once the dream comes to life, you’ll never look back. You’ll want to live in it forever.”

“You’re telling that to someone who’s created a life from running away.”

“At least slow down to look at the sights, this time.” You broke, looking over at him in a moment of weakness. Through the storm weathering your brain, he was the moment of serenity. It was like driving under a bridge during a hurricane, loud for so long until you were covered by his shadow and blessed with silence.

“I am.” You promised, the two words strong and full of hope for something better. “I’ve been angry with myself for not knowing how to change, but it’s time to learn.” You explained. “I’m done running, and I’m trying not to be afraid anymore.”

“And I’m proud of you for it.” He finally caught your gaze again, weak from the power you had over him. “I’ll be proud of you forever, even if it has to be from a distance. Even if you don’t pick me, Gold Dust Woman.” He hoped the profession wouldn’t cause another rift between you, but the truth was that you had been waiting years for someone to say something so meaningful to you. When he said it the first time, it was too overwhelming to accept. Now, you could listen to him say it forever. Little by little, he was breaking down the wall.

“I…” Love you. “Like you, Jake. A lot.” You couldn’t muster the strength for the truth, but he knew. Even without the proper word spoken, he could feel the power of the statement.

“I like you, too.” He said, leaning in for a kiss. It was short, but sweet and filled with love. If you weren’t okay with speaking it aloud, he could settle for showing you. “We should probably get ready to head to the venue.” He said, regretful for pulling away. He wished he could kiss you until his lips turned blue and his lungs could no longer remember what oxygen felt like.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” You agreed, but wished you could stay, too.

“I’ll come and see you before you get on stage.” He promised. “Just so you know your biggest fan is cheering you on.”

“You don’t need to be there for me to know that.” You murmured, nose still brushing with his own. He left another kiss on your lips, the sweetness strong enough to last until he could get the chance again.

The two of you filtered back into the hotel room to join the crowd. Your chest felt lighter, like Jake had picked up some of the weight that was dragging you down and put it upon his own shoulders. In a sense, he did. Jake was always willing to carry some of your struggle so you could walk with ease, even if it was a bit too heavy for him to handle. You grabbed your bag from the floor, picking through it to grab your wallet and any other necessities for the night. By the time you collected your belongings, the rest of the company dwindled away, returning to their own rooms to do the same. Jake did not stay to chat, but he did give you a look of longing before emerging into the hallway. He didn’t stay long enough to see it, but you gave him one just the same.

When you arrived at the venue, the sheer size of the building was overwhelming. It was a long journey from playing bars around town to opening for a world tour. A regular crowd for your local shows wouldn’t even fill a single section of this venue. Riley slipped an arm around your shoulder, sensing the return of your anxiety. He was incredibly understanding, mostly because they were both feeling the pressure too. When you entered the back door, event organizers were pointing you in the correct directions. You tried to swallow your nerves, but seeing how naturally the boys responded only made you realize how much of an amateur you were at their craft.

“You guys are up first for soundcheck,” Aaron said, nodding towards the stage. “We do most of the work, so just play a few songs. If something sounds off, let us know.”

“Oh, o-okay,” you nodded, looking to your bandmates. They seemed eager to get out there, like they were counting down the minutes until they could finally play for the world. You wished to dig a hole and hide in it forever; you never felt more out of place than you did in that moment.

“We’re okay.” Dylan assured you. “It’s going to be fine.” You gave another nod, letting the other to lead the way to the stage. Your instruments were set up, ready to go so the sound check could run smoothly.

You grabbed your guitar, throwing the strap over your head. You plucked a few of the strings, caught off guard by the volume. Riley did the same with a grin eating away at his cheeks, wanting to test the volume for himself. Dylan couldn’t contain her laughter at the excitement dancing in his eyes, hitting a few off beats to join in on the moment. It seemed like the sound of the music had struck a nerve in all of you. The sheer excitement from the volume was enough to keep you going. “Give me something to work with.” You broke out of your shell, joking with the drummer. She was pleased with your response, taking your comment and running with it.

She began a familiar beat, the sound ringing through the empty stadium. The noise was so strong that you could feel it in your chest, rattling your bones and overtaking your heartbeat, but it was fantastic. You had never felt more alive; all the fears you had been feeling seemed to float away, replaced with electricity from the booming beat of the drum. After a few moments, you hit a couple chords on the guitar. The clean tone wasn’t good enough for you, though. You took a step towards the pedalboard and engaged one of the switches with your foot. The distortion kicked in, prompting a smile on your lips. Dylan hit a high, her arms moving faster than you could comprehend, and then she stopped completely. There was stagnant air only for a second before you started the main riff of the song. Once you ran through it, Dylan and Riley joined.

“Now look at them yo-yo’s, that’s the way you do it

You play the guitar on the MTV

That ain’t workin, that’s the way you do it

Money for nothing and your chicks for free.”

You stopped playing as you finished, opting not to play the entire song and eager to move onto something a little harder. You looked between the two, your smile never leaving your face. “Let’s pick up the pace.” You teased, breathless and your cheeks stained red.

“Try me.” She challenged.

You turned off the distortion, clicking another pedal to replace the effect. You hovered your foot over the Wah pedal and began an intro to Voodoo Child. The other two joined and Riley began singing the lyrics to the song. You finished without a hitch, all of you giggly and high off the adrenaline rush.

“You want a challenge?” Riley asked. You nodded, listening intently for him to begin a bass line. He plucked a few familiar notes, lighting a fire in you.

“You’re on.” You cut him off, switching your pedals again. He lowered his hand, taking a step away from the mic in anticipation. You took a breath, closing your eyes for a moment to channel the right energy. He had picked a hard song, and you were unsure if you could pull it off, but you were more than willing to try. You took a look over your shoulder before starting, catching the staring eyes of the four boys watching in awe. Jake wasn’t even attempting to hide his stare, falling more in love with you every time your fingers graced the strings of the Les Paul. His eyes flickered to your face, hoping to catch a glimpse of your beauty in the moment. When he realized you were already looking at him, he sent a smile your way. You gave him a wink, but didn’t wait to see a reaction.

Your fingers carried the tune from muscle memory. It was fast, hard to keep up with even when you were the one setting the pace. You took a step to the microphone, Riley already well aware that you were leading the way. It was your favourite song to play, and one of the most difficult to beat in comparison to any other. It was a show stopper, and clearly he was looking to set the record straight with your talent. He knew that you belonged on the stage, but he wanted you to realize it, too. You sang through the first verse, extra concentrated to ensure you didn’t make any mistakes. When the chorus came around, the tension in your shoulders dissipated indefinitely, and you were one with the guitar as you played.

“He’s my sweet little thing,

He’s my pride and joy

He’s my sweet little baby,

He’s my little lover boy.”

You laughed into the mic as you sang and Riley jumped right into the next verse. He sang the second chorus, looking over to you as he led you into the solo. You took a step back from the microphone and towards the bassist, leaning into him as you played. He laughed at your antics, leaning forward as well while his fingers continued to move on the fretboard. Dylan was giggling as she tried to keep time with you both, always finding your performance hilarious. Being on stage seemed to bring out an entirely new side of you, but it was fantastic for them to see. You had a passion for performing, and if you could, you would stay on stage and sing until your lungs gave out. It was getting up there that was the trouble, and never anything that came after.

You both moved back to the microphones to finish the song, singing the lyrics together for the finale. When you plucked the final note, you barely had time to comprehend the loss of the music before cheers erupted from the side stage. You looked over at the group of boys, skin still tingling with the euphoric feeling of playing live music. Aaron gave you a thumbs up, happy with the sound and signalling that you guys were good. You placed your guitar back on it’s stand, rushing off to meet the group waiting for you. “We sound okay?” You asked, looking between them with a hopeful gleam in your eye.

“Okay?” Sam scoffed.

“Try amazing.” Josh corrected.

“Three man band really is all you need.” Danny smiled.

“Stevie Ray Vaughan?” Jake questioned, an eyebrow raised. The entire group turned to look at him, wondering if he was really going to critique the performance.

“Yeah,” you breathed, suddenly feeling nervous. ‘Was it that bad?’ You thought to yourself, shifting your weight on your feet.

“You have to be one phenomenal guitarist to pull that off.” He said, gaze still lingering over your face. He had a far away look in his eye, like his mind was completely elsewhere. “I think that you played it even better than he did. That was fantastic, Gold Dust Woman.” The term of endearment slipped out, like a little secret he’d been burying for a lifetime was finally too strong to withstand. He was too in love with you to notice, and you were too ecstatic to care. Hearing such a compliment from Jake was more intoxicating than any kind of substance you could use. You wished you could live in the cloud of elation from his words forever.

Before you could speak to thank him, you were being pulled in another direction from a set of unfamiliar hands. The event staff was whisking you away to your dressing room, but you weren’t ready to leave. You wanted to tell him how much his compliment meant to you, to stay and admire his beauty for just a moment longer. Looking at Jake was like wishing upon a shooting star; normally, your hopes felt feeble, but the sight of him before you served as a reminder that all dreams could come true if you wished hard enough. Before you were completely out of reach, he managed to reach for your hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Your fingers broke from him while still caught in a plea for more, but you had things to do that did not include his company.

“Gold Dust Woman?” Dylan asked, both her and Riley following along close behind you. The staff directed you into a dressing room, stating that this would be yours and your stylist would join you shortly. “Did the name come from him, or does he call you that because of the name?”

“Lines a little blurred there, honestly. I couldn’t tell you.” You shrugged, stepping inside the room. Riley went his separate way, being led down the hallway to a different area. But Dylan wasn’t one to quit, never leaving your side until you were unable to escape her.

“Come on, y/n.” She pried, a laugh stuck in her throat.

“Yes, the name came from him.” You snipped, taking a seat on the couch. She sat beside you, kicking her feet up on the table sitting in front of her and making herself at home.

“I thought you and Sam were a thing. Doesn’t it bother him that you named your band after Jakes nickname for you?” It was your turn to laugh, the question so incredibly hard to answer that it was more humorous than anything.

“Yes, Sam and I are a thing.” You said, sinking down into the cushions. She watched, waiting for you to continue. When you didn’t, her eyes widened in shock.

“Him, too?”

“Him first, actually.” You muttered. “It’s all so fucked up.

“They’re brothers,” she said, looking off into the distance as she processed the information. “Promiscuous.” She giggled, looking back at you. “Good for you.”

“No, not good.” You chuckled, still finding her jokes funny despite the twisted premise of the conversation. “It’s a mess, and I don’t know how to get out of it.”

“Clearly, if you named the band after him.” She let out another giggle, shaking her head at the new information as she reiterated her point. “You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.” She assured you.

“Haven’t felt very smart lately.” You sighed as you looked up at her. She gave a sympathetic nod, but wasn’t anywhere near ready to end the conversation yet.

“They’re cute, so you have that going for you at least.” You both shared a laugh, unable to refute the fact. “How long?”

“Couple months.”

“And you’ve been keeping it a secret from me for that long?” She feigned a look of hurt.

“Guess I thought if I didn’t talk about it, it would work itself out. I was wrong.”

“It’s okay to be wrong sometimes. Happens to all of us.” She shrugged. “I thought Gold Dust Woman came from your love for Fleetwood Mac. I was wrong. Very wrong.” You both divulged into another laugh, one that made your stomach ache and your lungs desperate for oxygen.

“Which one are you in love with?” She asked, ceasing her laughter but holding her smile. You looked up to meet her eyes, unable to give her the proper answer. “I mean, whichever one you choose should be the one you fell in love with. After this long, you should know that by now.”

“Both of them.” You mumbled, looking to your hands in your lap. “I love them both, for completely different reasons.”

“Ouch,” she winced, not expecting the bluntness of your words. “That makes it tough, then.”

“You have no idea.” You replied, cut off by a body entering the room carrying two large suitcases worth of supplies.

“Alright, y/n?” The unknown woman asked, eyes drifting between you both. You raised your hand, giving her a smile. “You’re up first for makeup and wardrobe.”

“I’ll leave you to it.” Dylan slapped her hands to her thighs before making a move to stand. You gave her an apologetic smile, but she was out the door before she even noticed. You turned your attention to the girl you had yet to be introduced to, giving her a warm grin, excited for what she had in store for you.

She ushered you over to the chair on the other side of the room. You took a seat, but didn’t speak a word until she got a good look at you, familiarizing herself with your face. “I’m your stylist. Specifically yours, but I do work with Greta’s team occasionally. I’m Rachel.” She hummed, running her fingers through your hair.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, looking at your reflection in the mirror while she studied you. You could already tell you were going to like her; she had an exuberant attitude that drew you in, even with her minimal conversation.

“I have lots of stuff planned for you, but I want to hear your thoughts.” She said, pulling another chair up beside you. She took a seat, leaning back and watching your face. “What do you want to look like? Who do you want to be when you get up on that stage?” You pondered her words, thinking hard about the personality you wanted to encase.

“Confident. I want to be me, but just more confident.” You deducted. “Don’t have a whole lot of that normally, so I want something to make me look like I am. Maybe I’ll actually feel it once I get out there.” She nodded as you spoke.

“I like it.” She smiled. “Are you a bold colour type of person, or do you like darker?”

“Darker clothes usually, but I don’t mind a bit of excitement.” She chuckled.

“You’re comfortable with makeup?” You nodded. She repeated your action, standing once again. “Alright, I think I’ve got it figured out.”

She got to work, starting with your makeup. You made as much small talk as the situation would allow, but mostly just enjoyed being pampered. It was something you had never experienced before, and you were enjoying being able to sit back and relax while somebody else was doing the brainstorming for the final look. She was agile with her hands, quick at her job and damn good at it, too. When she finished your makeup, she took a step back for you to admire the sight. You had a black smokey eye, bold and yet elegant looking. It was complimented by a precise wing of gold eyeliner that made your eyes stand out. Deep contour and a dusty blush plastered your cheeks, and your lips shined with a glossy glow. Where highlighter usually sat, she had arranged a few gold star stickers that shimmered under the light. Your eyebrows were done neatly and false eyelashes sat on your eyelids.

You barely recognized yourself; you felt more beautiful than you ever had before. The makeup was heavy, but somehow looked natural, like your face was meant to house such a statement. When you looked to her with a gleam in your eye, you didn’t even have to tell her how good she did. It was written all over your expression. She got you into your outfit next, saving your hair for last. She helped you into the unfamiliar clothes, fixing a shirt on you that would certainly catch attention. It was a metallic gold tank top with only one strap. It was asymmetrical, coming down further on the opposite side of the strap and sitting above your hip on the other. She used a few safety pins to hold the fabric to your bra, ensuring it wouldn’t slip out of place. You out on a pair of black pants that were tight, hugging every inch of your skin and complementing the right spots.

“Heels or no?”

“Yeah, I’m good with heels.” You agreed. You wore them often enough to be comfortable in them all night without worry. She found a pair of black leather boots with a thicker heel to make you as comfortable as possible. You changed from your regular shoes into the new pair before checking yourself in the mirror.

You were baffled at your reflection; you had no idea you could look so enchanting with such little work. It seemed like she completely transformed you into the most stunning version of yourself. “Alright, hair and then we’re done.” She smiled. You took a seat back in the chair and watched as she searched for the tools she needed. She took little time running a curling iron through the locks of your hair with ease. She clipped them as she curled, wanting them to keep their shape while she worked. Once she finished, she brushed through the ringlets with her fingers, breaking them up as they formed into one solid wave. She doused it with hairspray to hold it there, and then spritzed some glitter into the strands so it would glisten under the stage light. “What do you think?”

“I… I don’t even know what to say.” You gave a small laugh, inspecting your reflection intently. “I don’t even recognize myself. It’s… ethereal.”

“It’s all you, Gold Dust Woman. You just look the part, now.” She grinned, making a move to pack up her things. You knew that she had called you that because of the name of your band, but you couldn’t help but feel a tingle down your spine at the term. Jake had done fantastically at sedimenting himself into your thoughts, making himself inescapable even when the situation had nothing to do with him. “I have to get started with Dylan, but if you need me I’ll just be in her room.”

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded, still breathless at the glamorous nature of your presentation. “Thank you.” She filtered out of the room, bags rustling as she struggled to keep them all in her arms. After a few more moment of admiration for her work, you decided to explore the place a bit more.

You stepped into the hallway, peering around for a familiar face. You heard the sound of music lingering through the air, figuring the boys were still amidst their own sound check. Instead of waiting around, you walked towards the door that led to the main building in hopes of locating a bar. You snuck into the next hallway, looking around curiously at the unfamiliar territory. It was silent, seemingly no bodies present in the area, but you continued on your search anyway. You broke into a main entrance, sunlight beaming through the panel windows. Chatter sounded from a distance, and you noticed a sign on the wall displaying directions. You let out a noise of triumph, following the arrow that was pointing to a bar.

When you presented yourself in front of the counter, there were a few people bustling behind it and making small talk amongst themselves. When they noticed your presence, a younger man walked to greet you. “Was hoping there was a bar here. Otherwise I would have looked quite ridiculous walking around for nothing.” You grinned.

“Where there’s music there’s alcohol, right?” He chuckled.

“Right.” You agreed. “Double rum and coke, please.” You pulled a twenty from the back of your phone case, ready to pay him, but he seemed immersed in the details of your face.

“You’re part of the opening act, right?”

“Yeah, that’s my band.” You smiled, nodding your head towards the tour posters splayed across the walls.

“So, was that you I heard singing earlier?” He raised an eyebrow. You scanned his expression, noticing his eyes were laced with flirtatious undertones. He wasn’t bad looking; in fact, he was quite handsome, but you were in no position to entertain a third pursuer. Not that he could ever compare to the two boys you had already fallen for, anyway.

“It was.” You nodded, keeping the smile on your lips. Entertaining was different than enjoying, after all, and you could definitely enjoy it without intent for more. “Did I sound good?”

“Don’t know why you’re not headlining.” He responded, his voice dropping slightly as he poured the liquor into your cup. “Pretty face, pretty voice. You’ve got it all.” Under all of the makeup, you felt your cheeks heat with a blush. He sat your drink on the counter and you tried to pass him the money to pay. “This one’s on me,” he said, refusing to accept the bill. “As long as you come back and say hi before the night ends.”

“I guess I’ll have to.” You grinned, taking a sip from the straw. “Thank you.” He grabbed a pen and quickly jotted something down on a napkin. He slid it your way before speaking again.

“If you’re around town after the show and looking for some sights to see, give me a call. I make a great tour guide.”

“I’ll certainly keep that in mind.” You grinned before uttering a small goodbye. You followed the same path back to the backstage entrance. As you made your way back to your room, your stomach sank with disappointment in yourself for flirting back with the bartender, even knowing how in love you were with Jake and Sam both. Even so, you couldn’t help but notice the carefree nature you had during the interaction; it was nice flirting with someone other than the two boys. It was easy, no crushing guilt nor worry for repercussions about your actions. You’d spent so long tangled within the Kiszka web that you forgot how simple love could be, and the realization was horrible to feel.

Amidst loving both of them so deeply, you had forgotten the ease and carelessness that came before them. You adored them, and knew that what you felt for them was true, but the pain from loving them was hard to handle sometimes. It wasn’t hard enough to want to stop, but it was definitely painful enough to make you wish for something easier by times.

You rounded the corner into your dressing room, stopping with a shock when you noticed the body present on your couch. He looked up from his phone with a smile on his lips as he prepared to greet you. Once his eyes landed on you, he couldn’t seem to find the words he wanted to say. At the sight of him, your previous thoughts dissipated instantly, only leaving a residual sense of guilt behind. The phone number in your pocket was meaningless; no matter how difficult loving them could be, nobody else could ever make you feel the same way that the brothers could. “Hi, Sammy.” You breathed, suddenly nervous just from his presence. Even in his street clothes, completely relaxed and careless, he was stunning.

“Hello, Gorgeous.” He greeted you in the same awestruck tone, a smile tugging at his lips. “Or Gold Dust Woman, rather.” He corrected. You forced a smile onto your lips, worried that his words were hidden with hurt from Jake’s term of endearment, but he didn’t seem to be upset at all. Perhaps he was just referring to the band name. You had gotten yourself in quite a bind by naming the band after Jake’s favourite nickname for you, but it felt so right at the time that you couldn’t seem to refute the idea.

“Like the new look?” You asked, moving towards him. He stood, ready to greet you as you approached. Once you were within reach, you placed your drink down on the table and he snaked his hand to your waist, pulling you into him.

“Love it, actually.” He brought his other hand to your cheek, fingers gently brushing against your skin as they moved under the hair framing your face. Your eyes fluttered closed at the touch, an involuntary reaction prompted by the blissful feeling of his skin on your own. “I think I’d like it more if we took the clothes off.” He added, the hand on your hip tightening more as he spoke. You felt a flutter in your stomach, unable to fight the rush of emotion that arose from his statement.

“Behave yourself, Sam.” You scolded, but a smile was growing on your lips.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He was smiling, too. His face was just hovering over your own, his lips dangerously close to yours. Too close to resist. “I’m sure your stylist wouldn’t mind fixing you up again. If we locked the door, nobody would ever know.”

“Don’t want to ruin her hard work.”

“Can I at least get a rain check for the hotel?” You could practically feel his lips on yours, his close proximity being the only thing you could think of.

“You know my room number.” You said, leaning forward and bridging the gap between you. He responded enthusiastically, happy that you made the move. Although you denied him sex, you weren’t willing to deny him everything all at once. You parted your lips slightly, deepening the kiss. The longer you kissed him, the more you were willing to agree to his suggestion of locking the door. When you parted from him, you were both breathless with stars dancing in your eyes. “Is that my good luck for tonight?”

“You don’t need any luck,” he brushed your comment off. “Not with that much talent.”

“So it was just an invitation for later.” You laughed.

“Yeah, exactly.” He agreed, pulling you in for another kiss. It was short, but sweet and filled with love. You both had become experts at saying I love you without uttering a word. “They opened the doors not too long ago, so you guys will be up soon.”

“Okay,” you heard his words, but didn’t really register the meaning. You were too immersed in his company to care about what was to come next.

“I don’t want to distract you for too long.” He mumbled, letting his thumb drift over the exposed skin on your neck. “Just wanted to tell you that you’re going to do great. The kiss was just a bonus.”

“I think another one would be even better.” You crooned. He let out a low chuckle, agreeing with you but not willing to give in. “Just for a little extra luck.”

“Well, if that’s the case…” he trailed off, leaning down and pulling you into one last kiss. You held him to you, enjoying the moment too much to let it slip away so soon. You let out a hum of pleasure against him, letting him know just how much you appreciated his company.

You were so lost in him that when a sharp knock on the door sounded, you nearly jumped out of your skin in fear. You jumped away from him, much like a kid who was showing guilt for doing something mischievous. Although your entanglement was known to many, you still felt that pestering need to hide it. You turned, nearly vibrating with anxiety, to see who was at the door. When your eyes landed upon the intruder, your stomach sank. Jake was standing in the doorway, face stoney and eyes glossed over with a type of pain that was impossible to conceal. You had forgotten about his promise to visit you before the concert. You had forgotten about your own rule of keeping your relationships with them separate. You had welcomed Sam and disregarded Jake once again, and this time it seemed like it had devastated him even more so than the last.

Sam could sense the tension, also appearing sheepish for being caught. It served little comfort to know that neither seemed like they were in a rush to leave. “Wardrobe, Sam. They’ve been looking for you for ten minutes.” His tone was strong, his sentences short. His chest was aching at the thought of Sam loving you in the same way he did. Knowing it was one thing, and seeing it was another, even more horrible thing.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat. He omitted any type of goodbye, but did brush hands with you on his way by as a silent show of apology. Jake barely moved out of the way to let him by, causing Sam to bump Jake’s shoulder with his own. When he disappeared around the corner, you were at a loss for words to express your remorse.

“Came by to make sure you were doing okay. Guess he beat me to it.” He gave a tight lipped smile, showing no emotion as he spoke, but you knew how much it was bothering him. “You seem to be doing more than alright.”

“Jake, I’m sorry.” You pleaded, desperate to make up for the mishap somehow. You took a step towards him, but he took a step back. He didn’t want it, and you didn’t want to push him. As he scuttled away from you, his eyes landed on something on the floor. He leaned down and picked it up, eyes dusting over the words written on the paper. The napkin with the bartenders phone number had slipped from your pocket, but the innocent interaction seemed to come back just to bury you within the grave.

“You really have been busy tonight.” He hummed, looking back to you and extending his arm for you to grab the napkin. “Better give the ‘handsome bartender’ a call, just to make sure he doesn’t feel left out, too.” He didn’t intend to sound so rude, but he didn’t know how else to respond to the situation. You snatched the napkin, frantically reading over the message the nameless boy wrote.

“This?” You said, crumpling it and throwing it in the garbage. “Is nothing. If I can swear to anything, it’s that.” You came off stronger than intended, your desperation evident and very unflattering. “I’m not calling him, Jake. I call you, I want to see you, I like spending time with you. I like you.” You hoped that your profession would serve a purpose, but it only seemed to drive him further away. Perhaps if you were able to speak the true sentiments that you had for him, it would have made the difference.

“And Sam, y/n. Can’t forget about him.” He reminded, raising an eyebrow at you. You couldn’t find the words to answer, so instead you said nothing. You had never seen Jake look at you with such contempt, and it was killing you. Any thoughts of the simple nature with the bartender were futile. You were certain you would never care this much about another person. You had never before cared enough to want to stop someone from walking away. You were a lot of things, but never one to beg someone to stay. “And it was enough to get you to take his number, though. Two not enough for you anymore?”

“Oh, fuck you, Jake.” You snapped, feeling a bubble of anger rise within you. “You started this and now you want to chastise me for being stuck in the middle? You don’t get to be mad, Jacob. We’ve been over this.” Your defensive response was not what was needed to diffuse the situation, and you could tell that it did nothing but worsen the tension. Jake gave a slow nod of his head, wondering if you were going to say anything else. When you stood, staring with fire dancing in your eyes, he spoke again.

“You’re gonna do great tonight, y/n.” He said as monotone as he could. He thought if he had the ability to properly express himself, he might be able to put the suffering to an end. The first time was child’s play, a superficial scrape in comparison to the stab that came with this one. Before, it was easy to digest the knowledge of you loving Sam. Now, it was excruciating. Everything was easier to overcome when love wasn’t a question, but once the dreaded feeling settled in and seemed to want to stay, the pain seemed to hurt just a little bit worse each time.

“Wait, I’m sorry. Jake, please.” You took another step towards him, hoping he would stay long enough for you to talk to him.

“You look beautiful.” He added, turning away from you. “You really fit the part, Gold Dust Woman.” He muttered to himself, shaking his head as he walked away. You stepped into the hallway to follow, but instead, you watched him walk away. You knew there was no way to stop his hurt; that ache in his chest was all too familiar, and the only thing that would put an end to it was a decision that you weren’t ready to make. As much as you wanted to take his pain away, you needed to understand that sometimes it was impossible, especially in that moment, because you were the one causing it. It was horrible knowing that you wanted to give him the world, but you were the sole reason he couldn’t have it.

You didn’t have time to dwell because your bandmates had crowded behind you, jittering with excitement and eager to see your outfit. In hopes to tend to your own wounds, you retired to your dressing room with the other two in tow. You drank away your sorrow as your friends expressed their feelings about performing, and after a while, you managed to find the strength to speak, too. When the time to perform drew near, the staff came to explain how it would work and give you instructions and cues to remember. You were so nervous by the time you were supposed to get on stage that your interaction with Jake had floated to the back of your mind. Your stylist came to touch up makeup, and the three of you were sent to side-stage.

You had your eyes closed intermittently as you walked to the curtain, blocking out the world and repeating encouragements in your head to overshadow any doubt. As you opened your eyes and exhaled the breath you were holding, you took a look around your surroundings. When you turned your head back towards the hallway, you felt like you had been punched in the stomach. Jake was placed perfectly against the wall in plain sight. He had a smile on his lips and his arm slung around the waist of an unfamiliar woman. In an instant, you were brought back to your own garage, drunk off cheap vodka and grief over your non-existent relationship with Sam Kiszka. It only took one smile with hidden implications to send you into a downward spiral of despair. One touch that was bordering the line of innocence shattered your confidence, leaving you choking down the suffocating feeling of not being good enough. His fingers lingering on her waist were grounds to drive you to insanity. You felt like you were going to be sick.

As if he knew you were watching, like he knew you were there and hurting over his careless behaviour, he looked up and caught your eyes. He let his stare captivate you for a moment too long before a smile graced his lips, proving that his motive was solely to piss you off. He was intentional about his actions, and covering his own hurt in the only way he knew how: shutting down and pushing you away. It was soul-crushing, the way he protected himself, because it was the exact same thing that you had learned to do. He didn’t break your stare until the woman let out a giggle and wiggled further into his arms.

“You look like you’re going to throw up.” Dylan said, worry evident in her tone.

“I’m good.” You assured her, swallowing down your momentary distaste for Jake. If he wanted to play with fire, he was asking to get burned. “Let’s put on a hell of a fucking show.” You said, staring straight faced at the instruments that awaited your hands.

“You guys are on.” Aaron ordered, cutting your conversation short. You shared a look between your bandmates, feigning confidence as you emerged onto the stage. You pushed the thought of Jake as far down as you could, ignoring the searing sensation left in its place. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, ignited with rage over his childish tactics.

The spotlight beamed down on you, nearly blinding you as it illuminated your face. You picked up the Gold Top, taking your place by the microphone as your friends situated themselves with their own instruments. “Hello, Atlanta!” Riley boomed into the microphone. He was met with cheers from the crowd. Thousands of people were staring up at you, curious about who you were and what you had to offer. “It’s great to be here. We’re new at this, so please be patient with us while you wait for the main event.” Laughter filled the air, easing your erratic heartbeat.

“If you don’t know who we are, I really hope you will after tonight.” You smiled into the mic, eyes drifting over nameless faces. Another wave of applause filled the stadium.

“There’s no better way to introduce ourselves than by honouring the woman who started it all: Stevie Nicks.” Riley said, looking to you. “Take it away, Gold Dust Woman.” You smiled at his introduction, immediately looking down at your hands and plucking the first notes to the infamous song.

Muscle memory guided you through the cover of the song you held so dearly to your heart, but the lyrics served no comfort as you sang. You took the stage by storm, breaking out of your shell and singing the anthem of the band, the anthem perfect for a woman who was as despicable as you, but there was still some habits that you couldn’t seem to break. Every face in the crowd seemed to morph into Jake’s, and your lungs burned with anguish at the sight. No matter how hard you tried to forget him, he seemed to want to invade every possible aspect of your life until there was nothing left to overtake. You loved him dearly, but it was at a cost too high to afford; you were losing your sanity, and he was just happy that it was at his own hands rather than his brothers. Your twisted game only seemed to become more sick as time passed.

But, the blame was not on Jake alone. You would not have taken the name Gold Dust Woman had it not fit the narrative. You would not be a Gold Dust Woman if not for your deepest desires being the exact things that would inevitably destroy you in the end.

Rock on Ancient Queen

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[mythicalmyles]

hi there ! your writing is literally like a saving grace to me 🥺🫶🏼! could i request Jeff with a younger male reader? + breeding, forced orgasm, punishment, & yandere

i was thinking maybe MC is considered super gullible and innocent. yknow, the shtick! thank you so much if you get to this!! i hope you have a great day (🫧 )

I like da way u think and im so glad ypu like my stuff that means sm i lov u🥹 hope u enjoy also i hope u dm me doing force squirting instead <3

(Name) sat quietly at his desk, headphones blaring through his ear drums. He sniffled and shuffled position in his chair before skipping a few songs before finally settling on one.

His eyes flicked to the time, 4.07 am. A breath shot out his nose as he flopped back against his chair, he should fix this. Instead he shook his head and continued staring past his computer, thoughts running through his head.

His thoughts always ended up on an old friend, Jeffery Woods. It felt like some distant fever dream, but it had happened. Sometimes he morned the loss of his old friend but fear would be quick to fill him after, the authorities had long lost count of his bodies.

(Name) wrapped his arms around himself as he felt his body tremor, dread filling his stomach. A horrible feeling filled his body, he couldn’t explain why he suddenly felt like a cornered mouse.

Hands gripping his shoulders had a scream tearing through the room, (Name) didn’t care how girly he might’ve sounded as terror filled every inch of his body causing him to lock in place.

He let out a winded yelp as he fell back with the chair, thankful for the cushioning. His eyes shot open and whatever noise he had began to make died in his throat when (e/c) eyes met blue.

Hed recognise those eyes anywhere, part of him quickly began to berate himself for thinking about this so much. “Hello sunshine.” Jeffs voice was completely different, not only was it deeper then last time they’d spoken but it held this tone of insanity in it.

(Name) knew he was fucked up, all the murders, the self mutilation it all had to go back to that day. (Name) quickly jumped up, trying to run around Jeff but failing as the other threw him onto his bed.

“Come in now, is that anyway to great an old friend?” Jeff laughed before quickly jumping on top of (Name), hands quickly restraining the younger. “Please Jeff, i didn’t have anything to do with that.” (Name) begged, eyes tearing up as he searched for anything on Jeff’s face.

Jeff giggled and shook his head. “I know that, silly.” Jeff’s tone was condescending as he stared down at the smaller boy trapped under him. “I'm not here to hurt you.. Much." He grinned and (Name) closed his eyes, his panic almost too much for himself to hand.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." (Name) blinked his eyes open, looking at Jeff's serious face. He let out a breath and relaxed in Jeff's grip. "What do you-" Jeff was quick to cut him off. "Don't worry about it." His thumbs lightly rubbed against (Names) wrist. "Plus, i only hurt bad people."

(Name) frowned but before he could speak Jeff continued. "I do research into the people i hurt and they deserve it, but the news would never tell you that." (Name) bit his lip, his dad had always raved on about people spying on them and that no one could be trusted.

"I would never hurt an innocent person." Jeff's face stayed serious as he lied through his teeth, (Name) ate it up. "What about your parents? Liu?" (Name) questioned, Jeff did his best to hide his aggrivation at the twenty questions he was suddenly being levied with but he sucked it up.

"Mom and dad... They. My face.." Was all Jeff said before bursting into tears, (Name) quick to hug him. "It's okay, we don't have to talk about it anymore, im sorry." Once (Name) apologised Jeff knew he had him, quick to hid his smirk by dipping his head down.

He pushed his head into (Names) neck who shivered as his breath touched him. Jeff moved his knees closer to his body, causing (Names) legs to spread around his waist. Jeff grinned as he felt the others breathing pick up.

Jeff pushed the others shirt up as his hand moved up (Names) stomach to begin flicking his nipple. A shocked gasp left him as he gripped Jeff's wrist, doing nothing to stop the stronger man. "Jeff, wait no." (Name) panicked as Jeff shushed him, his mouth moving to play with his other nipple.

A strangled moan left (Name) as Jeff's tongue circled his bud, he shook his head as his breathing became laboured. "Jeff, no." He tried to say more sternly, Jeff chuckled in response and kept assaulting his nipples.

Moans fell from (Names) lips as he tried to pull Jeffs hand away from his nipple. He paused to squeeze Jeffs wrist as his back arched and his eyes rolled. Jeff stopped only to make his way down (Names) stomach, slurping against his skin as he moved down. "Please." (Name) moaned out as Jeff pulled down his boxers, Jeff smirked.

"Want more already." A small cry left (Name) as he shook his head. "No-ahhh please stop." Jeff laughed as he easily flipped the smaller boy onto his stomach. Jeff stuck his fingers into (Names) mouth, fucking his throat for a few seconds as drool coated him. "Good boy." Jeff cooed as he pushed a finger into (Name).

A broken cry flew from his lips as Jeffs finger sank into him. "God, so tight pretty boy." A whimper left (Name). "Jeff please, you don't have to do this." (Name) begged through his moans. "I want to." Was all Jeff replied before pushing another finger in. (Names) moans raised in pitch as Jeff used his free hand to grip his hip and pull him back onto his fingers.

Jeff spotted lotion on the side table and quickly scooped it up, (Name) tried to run but Jeff was quick to dive on top of him. "C'mon baby, it's gonna feel so good." (Name) just shook his head and shivered as Jeff coated his cock in lotion. Jeff didn't waste time before pushing into the smaller, he let out a loud groan as his cock was gripped.

"So tight, so good." Was all Jeff could say before he gripped (Names) hips and began fucking him. (Name) let out a cry at the intrusion, Jeff's cock filling him more then he could bare. A strangled moan left him as Jeff roughly fucked into him, he could feel his own cock harden as Jeff assaulted his prostate.

Loud moans filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping as Jeff took him roughly. "Gonna breed you up pretty boy, fill you up with so much cum. You'd look so pretty full of my babies." (Name) gasped and flushed, his cock twitched at Jeffs words.

He shook his head though, quick to protest. "Shut up, what are you really gonna do pretty baby? I have my cock deep in this pretty little ass of yours. You're mine now." (Name) sobbed, he couldn't tell at this point if it was because of how good he felt right now or if he really didn't want what Jeff said.

"I should've taken you when i first say you, you looked so pretty." (Names) mouth opened, not sure what he was going to respond before a weird stabbing feeling filled his stomach. Panic filled him as he began fighting against Jeff again. "No, Jeff. Please, i'm begging, you need to stop please." (Name) begged as weird feeling filled his stomach and cock, he could swear he was about to piss himself.

He kept begging, instead jeff ignored him and grabbed his arms. He pulled them behind (Names) back as his hand gripped (Names) neck. Jeff gripped hard as he continued to slam into (Names) prostate, (Name) let out a loud scream as he squirted, his own liquid coating him.

(Name) sobbed, embarrassment flushing him, Jeff paused to smile in glee. "I've never seen a man actually do it!" He cheered, (Name) sniffled before turning around to Jeff. Jeff swore before gripping the others hair and connecting their lips. He pulled out and dove on top of (Name), their bodies flush together as Jeff pushed his cock back into (Names) hole.

(Name) moaned weakly as Jeff praised him, continuing to thrust his cock into the already spent boy. (Name) burned with over sensativity but it also felt so good all he could do was lie back and take what Jeff threw at him.

Jeff grinned as the other fully relaxed and submitted. "Such a good boy, so pretty." Jeff cooed as he ran one of his hands through the others hair. It didn't take too long for (Names) moans to pick up and for his to struggle again. "Not again, please." Jeff shut him up but pressing his lips to the others as he picked up his thrusts, his own climax coming close.

(Name) came again, cum barley dripping out his cock as he let out a high pitched whine. His whine turned into a yelp as Jeff suddenly slapped his ass, Jeff slapped his ass four more times delighting when tears filled the others eyes as he begged Jeff to stop. "You should've been a good boy." Jeff smacked his ass ten more times, delighting in the way (Name) tightened around his cock.

Jeff began thrusting into him again except this time he'd randomly smack (Names) ass delighting in the shout the other produced each time. Jeff stopped his slaps in favour of picking up his thrusts and chasing his release, (Name) came again and Jeff lightly chuckled as he hit his own release and pumped the smaller man full of his cum.

"Told you I'd breed you good."

[lady-ashfade]

hiiii!! i was wondering if i could request a miguel diaz imagine? i read through your prompt list and there were some SUPER cool ones, but i think i've settled on these <3

1. are you going to kiss me or not?

3. i would die for you.

8. you matter to me.

11. i love you.

16. i will always love you.

im super deep in my miguel diaz brainrot rn and he's such a comfort to me so if you're comfortable writing it, gimme the most tooth rotting sweet fluff you got -- like maybe a first date? thank you in advance 🥺

Off my chest.

Miguel Diaz x gn reader

Notes: Sorry for the long wait, hope you like this. Its not their first date but it’s cute all the same! Also I tried to make it gn so if you see a mess up please tell me.

Prompts: 1 “Are you going to kiss me or not”, 3 “I would die for you”, 8 “You matter to me”, 11 “I love you”, 16 “I will always love you”.

Warnings: Bad grammar, misspelling.

Length: Short.

Shifting your weight to the back of the couch as the weight in your lap returned. “Are you really going to stay there all night?” A teasing but sweet tone mocked Miguel and he rolled his eyes at you. “I’ll stay here all year if i could.” looking up at you and the light from the tv making both your face light up.

It was one of your movie marathon nights and since he left you alone and panicked to go to Mexico he wanted to try his best to do anything to make you happy. But it wasn’t like you were really mad at him but him going alone and leaving you scared was enough to make you a little mad..but you both understand each other’s feelings.

“Do you think we could reach the fridge from here? Like create something to just open it.” His question made you giggle and reach your hand down to his hair to play with it. “Is that sometime Jonny came up with?” A little gasp left his lips and he looked up to you shocked.

“I’m telling him you said that.” You looked back to the movie amused, “And he will thank me for giving him the idea.” Continuing to play with his hair you focused back onto the screen. The big fight scene at the end always had you on the edge of your set each time you watched it.

But Miguel’s eyes never leaving your face from down in your lap, he felt a slight guilt in his chest for leaving and that you forgive him so fast. Maybe it was because you didn’t yell at him for going to find his dad, but that he did it in a dumb and unsafe way. You welcomed him back with open arms but not without a talk after, still he felt at home again in your arms.

That’s when he knew he never wanted to go without you again. The three little words kept running through his head ever since and he needed to get it off his chest. You have been the one thing in his life that he knew he would always have.

Glancing back at the screen he saw your favorite part of the movie come on screen and it was something he could relate with. The main character looking up at the woman he loved, coved in blood after a battle and knowing he would do it again just for her.

“I would die for you.” The voices said in unison.

Hearing the words from below you and leaving his mouth in a bold way, showing that he was dead serious and he meant it. You let out nervously laugh, “Are you trying to swoon me, Diaz?” after asking him that he sat up from your lap and turned to face you.

“I have already swooned you,” he spoke like he was making a fact knew, which he was, “But I honestly have something to get off my chest.” Blinking at you, you could see the dip in his face and mood, making you panic as what he was referring to.

“You can tell me anything Miguel.” Taking his hand in yours to reassurance him about what ever was on his mind even if your mind floods with many possibilities.

He took a deep breath to ease his heart beat and to find his courage. “We have been together for a long time and you have been by my side through every up and down, even when sometimes I didn’t deserve it.”

“I couldn’t think of a better person to be by my side, you’re best partner in the world. I know who you are as a person, to the way you help others even when it hurts you, or to the way you acted out movie scene when you think no one is watching.” His words touched your heart and made it skip a beat but there was still worry on your mind.

“You matter to me, like when I’m away from you I get this loneliness from just not being able to hold your hand. I have become a better person with you by my side, and I will always try and do better for you.” He straighter his back and took a bigger breath then before.

“I love you.”

Those three words made you lose the breath in your lungs, something you have been waiting to hear. You knew you loved Miguel a long time ago when he was almost taken away from you. But you had never said anything, being to afraid to scare him off.

You couldn’t speak from the surprise and you just kept looking into his eyes with a shocked face. Swallowing his pride and panic now taking its place into his body from yours.

“Say something? I mean you don’t have to say it back, but I just want you to. I’m sorry if this has-” A hand went onto his cheek and a soft smile on your face made everything melt away.

“I will love you always, now and forever.” Your thumb stroked his cheek lovingly while he stared back at you. You wished you could be in this moment forever, just you and him being one in love.

“Miguel?..” he nodded and looked at you, “Yeah?” You smiles wide with a amused face.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?” Laughing at himself he smiled to and leaned in, pulling you close by placing a hand on your waist.

[singmyaubade]

FRANCIS FOREVER

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| ! 18+ / mature !

| sypnosis: james potter was known as a heartbreaker, never being able to commit due to the girl of his dreams but she was sure he changed, not sure enough.

| warning : use of cursing, arguing, crying, etc.. stay advised.

—

she walked through the halls, entirely giddy at the fact that she was going to see james again.

they had barely had the chance to see eachother due to OWLS but even since then, it was like he was avoiding her, practically dodging her like a bullet.

as she walked into his room, remus, sirius, peter, and james were all conversating, it seemed serious.

she knocked on the door as they all shot her a look, “am i interrupting?” she asked, half laughing.

she could never forget the looks that they all gave her. peter looked half devastated but for her, remus looked angry although seemingly not at her, and sirius looked confused and not being able to understand something.

james coughed, “not at all, come in.” he gave her a half smile as her smile fell slightly.

“it’s nice to see you.” remus smiled.

she smiled, “you as well, we need to catch up soon, i feel like we haven’t seen eachother in so long!” she caressed his cheek in a friendly tone.

“im surprised you are even happy to see us honestly, thought you had grown tired.” sirius joked.

“how could i ever grow tired of you guys?” she laughed.

“well you boys should leave me and my beautiful friend alone.” she flinched at the friend part but didn’t want to be dramatic, she was just happy to see james.

remus looked furious but shook it off as sirius patted his shoulder, wrapping his arm around him, “okay, we will see you two soon.” sirius smiled as they all exited.

it was her and james now, finally alone, “at least act like you are happy to see me.” she joked, laughing.

he half smiled, going up to her and going in for a hug, she excitingly hugged back. she tried to give him a kiss as but he instead turned to his cheek, dodging her.

her smile fell, “is there something wrong, jamesie?”

“we just need to talk.” he had a serious tone, her being half scared.

“about?” she asked as he sat her down on the edge of the bed, holding both of her hands in his.

he looked shaken up, like he was going to puke, “you can tell me jamesie.” she smiled, looking at him.

“you mean the world to me and you know that i have love for you.” he started off.

“but?” she asked, not understanding.

“i don’t want us to be together.” he spoke, her taking her hands back.

“why?” she questioned, glossy eyed.

he didn’t reply back, not wanting to tell her the truth but she knew by the look on his face.

“lily?” she whispered as a tear rained down on her cheek.

he stayed silent, not being able to say it.

she stood, “you can’t be serious james. i asked if you no longer had feelings for lily and you promised me! now that she is interested, you are ready to just dump me?” she cried, not being able to process the entire situation, fuming at james.

“love, i-“ he started off.

“don’t fucking call me love, potter.” she yelled, ready to injure him for even thinking he had the right.

he stopped talking as she paced back and forth, practically hysterical.

she sobbed, “i loved you james, more than anything.” he looked down, disappointed in himself, “why are you doing this to me?” she looked at him, “please look at me.” she asked, exhausted, “don’t choose her over me please.”

he looked at her with tears streaming down his cheeks, upset that he could even do this to someone he loved so much.

she sniffled, taking a deep breath, “please don’t break my h-heart.” she stuttered, tears blocking her vision.

he got up and hugged her, kissing her head, “im so sorry my love, im so sorry.”

[eddieshellfxre]

Change You Ways || Pt. 2

Part 1

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word count: 3.8k words

Summary: after you and Eddie become a thing, its really hard for him to keep his hands off you

Content: 18+ minors dni, unprotected PiV sex, oral sex, choking, swearing, slut calling, pure smut, semi-public sex(?)

a/n this is a part 2 to change your ways and basically i wanted to give some type of ending to this story and just wrote whatever came to mind. I hope you like it

reblog and like if you enjoyed ♡

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gif is not mine, credits to owner

•••

“Eddie the kids are gonna be here anytime now” you say as you try to get away from his grip. Its probably been a week since you started dating and it feels like this is the happiest you’ve ever been

Eddie grabs you from behind turning you around to face him, his body pressed up against yours he leans in kissing you softly, moving your body against the edge of the table, lifting you up by the back of your thighs and sitting you down on it. You feel his hand caressing your tight slowly lifting up your skirt

“i think me being your girlfriend was a mistake” you laugh “you cant keep your hands off me Munson”

He moved in closer between your legs, god he’s hot

“not when you walk around like this” he says with a look full of need. he lifts your skirt up as you lean back to look at him, there would be a noticeable wet patch on your panties right now if they werent black. “kiss me?” he asks reading the writting displayed in your underwear “dont mind if i do” he says lowering himself winking prepared to meet his mouth to your clothed cunt, your hand finds his hair and you tangle your fingers on it.

Suddenly the hellfire door swings open with Dustin screaming

“WHOS READY TO KILL SOME BEASTS?”

Eddie quickly gets up and you fix your skirt before they could see anything. Dustin stops in his tracks to look at the group and back at you raising an eyebrow he asks “is everything alright? are we interrupting anything?”

“No, no no nothing at all sweetie” you say jumping off the table “i was just on my way out” you walk over to Eddie who now had a tight grip on his dick, you throw your face in your hands laughing you shake your head “im gonna go babe, there’s something i need to take care of” you say almost at a whisper. Eddie looks at you in dispair, all he wants to do is go home and fuck the shit out of you

“oh c’mon baby dont do this right now” he whines “so closeeeee” he says in a whisper, he sounds like an absolute child “see you later?” he asks, you respond with a nod and give him a kiss, soft at first but your need for him takes control over you and you press your body to his bitting on his lower lip, both breathing heavy looking at each other as you break away “you’re sleeping over”

“ermmmm today? i don’t kno—”

“it wasnt a question” he says interrupting you with a serious tone. The look on his face alone with that tone could make you cum right there and then, this more dominant side makes you absolutely feral.

••••••

On your way to Eddie’s trailer you stopped at your house to get your new set of lingerie. You couldn’t wait to see Eddie’s reaction to it and with the way you left things off, there was no better night!

Arriving at the Munson residence you can already smell Wayne’s cooking

“smells deliciousssssssss what we having today?” you say greeting him with a hug

“hello swearheart, we’re having some chilli today” he says proudly poiting at the stove “just you and me tonight right? Eddie is at hellfire?”

“yeah, just me and you tonight” you smile

“sorry, i know you’d rather have him here” he says placing the food on the table. His words break your heart

“why are you sorry? you’re my favorite Munson” you say with a smile hugging him from the side. Wayne returns with a tight hug too letting out a chuckle “thank you Wayne for taking such good care of me”

“you’re like a daughter to me… and to be fair im really relieved he left that cheerleader girl. She wasnt for him, god knows how many times he was talking about you and how he felt” you pop your head up so fast it gave you whiplash “probably shouldnt talk about that…. lets eat” Wayne quickly serves his food and stuffs his mouth with it, regretting immediately what he has previously said.

Once dinner was over and Wayne left for work, you found yourself all alone and still horny from before and thought it was the best time to get things ready.

You walk over to Eddie’s room and started to get undressed, leaving you in nothing but a little see trough black lingerie. You look at yourself in the mirror and admire what you see, shortfly after you spot his handcuffs hanging from the wall behind you

“oh fucking perfect” you say to yourself as you grab them off the wall and handcuff your self to the bed. Soon enough hearing Eddie’s van pull up, you reposition yourself on the bed, legs wide open facing the door

“baby? y/n you here?” he shouts walking in

“yeah im here, ermmmm i kinda need help Eddie” you say trying to sound worried, Eddie rushes over to his bedroom swinging the door open. His body completly frozen in place the second he lays his eyes on you “i kinda got myself tied up in a…. situation” you say bitting your lip into a smirk

“ohhhhh baby” he drags out walking over to you, grabbing his shirt from behind and passing it over his head. Just this move alone got you even wetter “fuckkk you’re hot” he climbs onto the bed kneeling in front of you, his hands tracing your legs opening them wider “this new?” he asks placing his hand at the hem of your panties, you nod with a smile “sooo…. no sentimental value what so ever right?” you nod again bitting your lip, knowing damn well he was gonna rip that shit of you in seconds. Confirmation was all he needed, and the second you gave it to him he was ripping the lace underwear off you leaving him front and center to his favorite view “holy fuck, i could just cum looking at you” he wraps his arms around your legs coming in closer to your heat, placing kisses on your inner thigh sucking on them, leaving small marks. Only more to add to the collection. You feel his tongue brush against your bud making you gasp loudly at the sensation “who gave you the idea of using my handcuffs?” he asks doing the same thing again but this time making eye contact with you

“i-i did” you stutter

“oh you did, did you? cant even speak properly and i’ve barely done anything” he says before inserting his tongue at your entrance and pushing it in. Eddie moans as he feels you on his tongue

“fuckkk Eddie, you’re so good” you praise “you fuck me so good baby”

You feel a smile forming on his face, Eddie loves it when you praise his work.

“gonna cum for me baby? right on my face?” you nod shutting your eyes “i asked you something, you better reply with words”

He locks his mouth with your cunt, his tongue flickering against your clit

“yeah-fuck yeah im gonna cum baby” you moan

Eddie lets go of his grip on your thigh and inserts two fingers in you without warning, the sensation of his fingers hitting just the right spot, curling them inside you and his tongue playing with your clit in absolute perfect rhythm soon untie the knot that was building up in your stomach

“hmmm” he moans as he feels your juices on him “heavenly” he says licking his fingers clean. Eddie hovers over you, positioning himself in between your thighs catching you lips in a kiss, his hand grabbing onto your boob “where did you get this set from?” he asks

“at the mall. i’ve had it for like two weeks but—“

“and im only seeing it now?” he asks almost offended

“you had a girlfriend remember? i didn’t wanna waste this on any random fuck”

“oh right…. my bad” he smiles “but even though i really like REALLY like it on you…. its in the way” he goes behind your back and unclasps the hooks before removing the straps “i wanna keep you handcuffed” you smile at him and watch as he removes the bra off you and throw it to a random corner of his room “you’re so perfect” he says admiring you, taking your nipple in his mouth and grabbing the other one and giving it the same amount of attention. Your eyes shut close at the sensation

“hmm Eddie” you whimper. You feel the fabric of his jeans against you wet pussy as he’s slowly grinding on you, giving you some friction, your pussy clenching at nothing, waiting for him “im going crazy over here Eddie, fuck me already” he lets go of your tit and moves his hand up to your neck, pressing at the sides while he’s continuing to grind his hips against your core

“fuck you’re hot” he says under his breath, he’s getting more and more eager to be inside you, he quickly stops what he’s doing and lets go of your neck. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just far enough so his dick springs free.

Adjusting himself at your entrance he slides in, the room quickly gets filled with your moans and cries

“ohmygoooood” you moan as you feel him inside you “fuck me hard Eddie”

Eddie’s hand finds its way back up to your neck while his other hand is rubbing at you clit. He picks up his pace, slamming into you harder and harder each time. Your sounds are like sweet music to his ears

“such a tight little pussy! so tight for me uh” he says against you lips “gonna cum for me again? like the good little slut that you are? fuu—fuck you’re good” he looses the grip on your throat letting you breath properly

“bab-baby im-im coming oh my god im coming” you moan loudly as you coat his cock with your fluids, clenching around him he keeps going until he reaches his own orgasm

“jesus christ baby i-“ he coats your walls before he could even finish his sentence. He plops down on top of you, heavy breathing coming from both of you “been waiting for you all day”

“Eddie?”

“yeah baby?”

“can you please uncuff me now? i think im loosing blood flow” you both laugh and Eddie grabs the keys from the nightstand and unlocks to cuffs. Eddie goes back to laying on top of you, head on your chest. Your hands places on his head, playing with his hair. You are so in love with this man its absolutely ridiculous

“you drive me crazy you know that right?” he asks

“like wise” you reply. He kisses your belly and jumps off the bed “where you going?” you ask

“im gonna take a shower…. wanna join?” he asks with a smirk, and there was no way you were gonna let that opportunity pass by

••••

You wake up with the smell of Wayne’s famous morning pancakes. But you hear a strange voice at the door, you cant really make anything of what they’re saying but you still try

“i think you need to get a hand on this Wayne, it’s animalistic” you hear the voice say, it sounds quite bad, so you decide to wake up Eddie

“Eddie? Baby? MUNSON!!!!” you scream shaking him to wake up

“jesus christ what is going on?” he asks confused, still dizzy from waking up

“there’s something thats going on, the neighbors are talking to your uncle but i don’t know whats going on” you get off the bed and walk over to the door, Eddie follows shortly behind

“Wayne i heard them last night, the whole trailer park heard them”

You jaw drops to the floor as you realize whats going on, you look back at Eddie and he’s standing behind you with the biggest smile on his face… of course he is

“They’re just kids Dolores, leave them be” you hear Wayne “you know kids at this age”

“Leave them be? I would love to…. but they wont let me sleep”

You close your eyes and bring your hands up to your forehead, pressing at your temples

“this cannot be happening right now” you say in a low tone “Stop laughing Eddie, its not funny” you smack his across the chest

“oh i think its fucking hilarious. At least everyone knows i fuck you good” he says slapping your ass. You try to show a mean face but the truth is… one you knew it was true and second… you really liked when he slapped your ass

You wait until its silent outside to walk out of the room

“Morning Wayne” you greet with a smile

“Morning sweetie, everything alright?” he asks looking at both of you

“Just peachy” Eddie says with a cocky smile “So what did the nosey neighbor want today?” Your head turns to him, eyes wide open you elbow him in the arm, letting him know he shouldn’t have done that so Wayne doesn’t know you were listening “what? he knows we were listening…. didn’t you?”

“Yes, I knew” Wayne laughs “she just wanted me to tell you that you should try and keep it down next time, poor woman is just trying to sleep, she doesn’t need to know how…. hard y/n wants it…. her words”

You feel the heat flood your cheeks and try to hide your face in your hands

“oh my god” you say against them

“exactly” Wayne snaps back making you pop your head up

“I think shes jealous. Husband prolly doesn’t give her shit so shes jealous when he hears my girl”

“Eddie pleaseeeeee lets stop with this conversation”

••••

At school you became quite the topic of conversation, not only because the the two freaks were together but because everyone knew about what happened with Chrissy. But did you feel guilty? Hell no, you wanted Eddie and you got him, and you made sure everyone saw it, specially when you were all at the cafeteria.

Instead of sitting next to Eddie like usual, he insisted on you sitting on his lap, maybe it was to show everyone you were his, or maybe he liked the way your ass rubbed against his dick and the sneaky hand under your skirt, slowly caressing your clothed pussy without anyone noticing.

And of course, this day wouldn’t be any different to any other day, with Eddie doing just that by taking advantage of your liking for skirts on a hot day. Sitting on his lap you feel his hand on your thigh under the table, going higher and higher reaching the hem of your panties lifting it and placing his middle finger at your bud

“oh shit” you say under you breath, your head drops at the soft pressure he’s applying “oh god”

“y/n is everything alright?” Gareth asks “did you hurt yourself?”

“erm yeah— i-i yeah i bumped my knee on the table its—its really getting to me”

“should try and be more careful baby” Eddie says with a smile “the only type of bruises i want you having are my own” his finger picks up speed as its rubbing at your clit

“hmhm yeah— you’re sooo funny Eddie” you whine, your eyes automatically close shut in pleasure as you feel getting close “holy fuck” you whisper as you get a tight grip on his write, letting him know.

You breathing gets heavy as the adrenaline sits in, Eddie’s hand moves up to your waist squeezing it

“such a good girl” he whispers at your ear “such a dirty good girl”

You turn around grabbing onto his neck, bringing him in a passionate kiss, his tongue playing with yours, moans coming from both of you, truly feels like you’re the only two people in the worlds right now but you weren’t, as you hear a disgusted voice break you from your trance

“oh pleaseeee get a fucking room” you hear Dustin say, covering his face with his hat

“yeah guys cut it off” says Mike

“oh c’mon Mikey, when you’re old enough you too can do these things with your girlfriend” you laugh. Mikes scrunches his nose in disgust

“shut up, im not that innocent….. we’ve kissed before”

“with the supervision of her dad” Dustin claps back

“more than you ever done with Suzie”

“oh please, Suzie is a lady! She needs to be romanticed!!”

“Romanticed? oh please you—“

“SHUT UP” Eddie shouts. The whole table goes quiet “you boys need to calm down. Mike, all the good kissing happens when there is no supervision…. trust me!! and Dustin, you really need to… never mind you’re good”

Dustin’s face lights up with a smile, you can tell how Dustin looks up to Eddie and is in need for his approval.

The bell rings and Eddie takes you to your class. Arriving at the door he holds you by your waist pulling you closer to him

“you’re getting braver and braver every day” he laughs

“well thank you” you lean in for a kiss and his tongue automatically makes his way in your mouth “you really cant control yourself can you?” you smile

“your fault” he replied before kissing you again, hands trailing down to your ass

“you alright there Grabby Hands McGee?” you laugh

“Excuse me? But if the terror twins are finished, i’d like to get started with my class thank you” Mrs. Click says

“Terror twins? Was that a motley crüe reference? Thats really metal” Eddie laughs

•••••

“you ready for our official first date night?” Eddie says laying on your bed, waiting for you to get ready

“hell yeah, what do you have in mind?” you walk out of your walk in closet with a black tight dress and a pair of black pumps, you grab onto some snake hoops and try to put on them. Eddie’s jaw drops at the moment he sees you

“like that? i have some unholy things in mind” he says standing up walking up to you

“you really need to go see if this is a medical condition because you’re getting out of hand” you laugh “what are we doing today?”

“i’ve told you, you’re the one to blame, looking like this, so— so fucking hot all the damn time. and i don’t know we could go see a movie and then maybe finish at night at lovers lake?”

“oh i know damn well what happens at lovers lake….. lets do it” you wink and him.

Later that night you grabbed some food before the movies and ate it on top on Eddie’s van, somewhere in a remote corner of Hawkins.

Soon after you made your way to the movies and got your tickets to watch Texas chainsaw massacre 2.

“you gotta be kidding me” you hear a voice say behind you. you turn around only see Chrissy standing there with Jason “Jason can we go please?”

“We’re not going anywhere. We’re not the freaks here” Jason says louder

“Chrissy, hi” you greet. Eddie’s body turns to face you when he realizes what you’re about to do “I really don’t wanna cause a scene do if you don’t mind telling your creepy little boyfriend to leave me and my boyfriend alone…. his parents can kiss being grandparents goodbye, got it?”

Chrissy’s face freezes in place while Eddie is laughing his brains out behind you. You wave Jason goodbye and walk in the room

“you’re hot when you’re mad” Eddie says

“thought i was hot at any time” you laugh

After the movie is over, you drive out to lover’s lake, its quiet and… alone. Eddie opens his back doors and you both sit at the back of the van facing the lake

“its really beautiful” you say looking out

“really really is” Eddie says staring at you, You turn your face and realize he’s staring at you. Your blush and lean your head on his shoulder, you cant help but to stare at the tent inside his jeans. You bite your lip as a overwhelming wave of need takes over you and you place your hand on his jean’s button “oh yeah baby” he says resting on his elbows. You unbutton his jeans and Eddie lifts his hips up helping you remove his jeans just far enough for his dick to be on display.

“such a pretty dick baby” you praise, tracing the thick vein on it with your thumb, noticing how his dick jumped at your words

“thank you” he mumbled dropping his head back when he feels your spit covering the tip of his dick running down his shaft.

You give him a few pumps, looking at the way his chest is moving unsteady, trying to hold the moans back “fuck baby” he hisses at you as you give him a little squeeze, you smile at him while bitting your bottom lip. You wrap your lips around him and begin to suck while your hand grabs onto his balls massaging them “ohhhh fuck” he moaned. You sucked harder as you hear his moans intensify, he sounds like a fucking pornstar and you were all for it.

You went further down his dick, taking more of him in your mouth, past your gag reflex down your throat. You were so used to this you barely gagged. Eddie brings his hand up to your hair gripping onto it tight, holding you down in place for a couple of seconds before bringing you back up

He was close, you could feel it by his heavy pants and moans. Eddie’s grip on your hair tightens and earning a soft moan coming from you, he knows how rough you like it. You moan one more time, the vibrations from you sending him over the edge. He held your head on his dick as he reaches his climax, his seed painting the back of your throat

You continue to suck him absolutely dry, swallowing every drop of his salty cum. You pulled off him and smiled wide at him, noticing how much of a mess he was

“you alright Eddie?” clean of the corners of your mouth with your finger and lay down next to him “Eddie?” you ask worried after he doesn’t reply

“yeah baby im alright” he laughs, trying to get his breathing back in place “you sucked the life out of me back there” you cant help but laugh. You throw your leg on top of him and rest your head on his chest

“i love you Eddie Munson”

“i love you y/n”

[habeascorpseus]

Grian watches the final battle of Last Life go down like a movie, transfixed by the movement of figures through the hazy filter of stained glass between the afterlife and the world of the living. Beside him, unseen, he can feel Scar's presence brushing against his own, wavering as though unsure of Grian's approval to touch him. After a few obvious moments of shuffling around, Grian makes his best estimate of where Scar is, and leans to the side, pressing against the approximation of his being comfortingly, then turns back towards the fight, so focused that he almost misses the other's sigh of relief.

"So .... It's been a while since we've last talked," Scar says pensively. Grian starts, having not expected him to speak, and then grimaces. A 'while' is an understatement.

"Yeah... Sorry about that, by the way."

"Which part?" Grian tenses for a moment, the words just pointed enough to feel like a jab, but Scar's voice remains light, punctuating the question with a chuckle.

"I- I don't know, everything?"

"It's alright, I had to die at some point," Scar replies, voice tinged with cheerful resignation. Leave it to Scar to make such an unnerving statement sound normal.

"Yes, well..." grian lets his voice trail off. I caused you to die faster than you should have.

"Hey, there's no hard feelings. You did what you had to!"

In front of them, the hazy figure of Martyn collapses to the ground, dissolving into kaleidoscopic, bright green fractals. Grian can't help but wonder what Scar looked like when he died, imagining dark purple and red twisting into the air from his fallen body. Perhaps dissipating like fireworks. Scar- and his soul- have always been like that, always preferring to go out with a bang.

Did Scar watch him die?

"But did I?"

Scar laughs, and Grian can feel what must be his index finger poking him playfully in the shoulder.

"You made it this far, right?"

He wonders if Scar felt anything when he died. Karmic release? relief? pity? All perfectly plausible answers, and probably deserved. But there's something so genuine, so unrepentantly proud in scar's voice that grian can't stand to avoid it any longer- the elephant in the room, lingering in his thoughts like a noxious gas. guilt.

"I'm sorry I stole your first life," he admits.

"Hey, I already told you-!"

"Yes, Scar, and I appreciate your forgiveness, but that doesn't change the fact that I stole your first life from you, and then immediately wasted it!"

Scar is quiet for a moment, and if Grian strains his ears, he can make out the rustle of fabric as he seemingly shifts in place, considering Grian's statement.

"You know, Joel once told me about what it was like to be the first red life."

Great, a change in the subject. Grian allows himself to groan inwardly, rolling his eyes. "Scar, I love you, but that has truly nothing to do with this conversation-"

"ah-ah-ah. but it does, gri, because what Joel told me was... Well, it was probably a worse fate than death."

"Now you're just being overdramatic."

"No, no, im serious! everyone ran away from him, nobody would talk to him long enough for him to try to get them to give him a life, he couldnt even kill me, because even though I lived above him, I still had 5 more lives to spare!"

"So?"

"Grian, you stole one of my lives after you spawned in as a yellow! Even though you did die immediately-"

"Hey, I tried!"

"If you had died without it, you would have been red."

"..oh."

Again, Scar pauses, and then his voice takes on a fond, almost secretive tone. "I'm glad I let you steal that life, because I dont think I could have let myself watch you go through that. Even if I was super, super mad for a moment."

"Oh. You mean-" Grian's chest feels tight, incorporeal heart beating at a rabbit's pace as he holds his breath.

"That life was always going to be yours, simple as that. Even when i regretted giving all my other lives away, I never regretted giving you that one."

"Scar..." Grian says, and he's unable to keep the wobble out of his voice when his eyes well up with tears. He'd expected it. Hoped, even. But hearing it from the man himself still feels like a punch to the gut, forcing the air out of his nonexistent lungs with a wet exhale. "Scar, I-"

For a moment, the empty space they reside in feels unusually warm around him. Scar's voice is right next to his ear, and he can bet good money that Scar has just decided to hug him. Grian stiffens, and Scar laughs.

"Shhh.... We'll talk later. No more apologies. All I want to do with you right now is laugh at Martyn for dying."

[cuddl3s4shur1]

Record Store II

ShuririxBlack Fem College Reader

Summary : Your celeb crush happens to go to your school.Doing your daily Arrons you see her with her girlfriend and exchange numbers

Authors Note:Thank you for reading the part 1 to this story if you haven’t read part 1 go read it it makes the story make sense and uh Enjoy !

Taglist: @tuesdaylovesu @iloveours @ziayamikaelson @taiiunknown @lunax0654

Part 1 ,Part 3

Y/N’S Pov

“Shuri Riri I’m sorry I can’t handle this pressure y’all are going to have to leave “ You said over whelmed .They get up from the couch and head out the door “sorry if we ruined the vibe for you “ riri says as she opens the door to leave “Oh know y’all didn’t ruin it I’m overwhelmed “ you say to riri as she walks out . You face time your best friend . ✨❤️🍾🖕🏾𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻✨❤️🍾🖕🏾goes over your phone “Girl omfg i need your help “ you say while setting the phone up so she can see you “What is it “ She wonders “ Ok so I called you for truth and drink 3rd question it says call you crush for shuri and she called me “ you say speaking fast but she still understood “OMFG THATS GOOD WHST DID YOU SAY” She looks happy and smiles “That’s the problem I told them to get out “ you say awkwardly “I’m going to beat your ass when I see you your crushes confess love and you kick them out be fucking Serious “ she says madly “So what should I text them like what should I say “ you say in a worried tone and begin to pass back and forth “First you gone call them let them come back to your house and do what ever “ your best friend says . “Ok I got you” you responded with confidence

Shuri’s Pov

I did it I confessed love to my crush and she kicked us out of her house great ! I Call y/n back to back but all voice mail . “Riri would is I fucked are friendship with y/n “ I say scared we begin to walk out the building.I feel my phone start to vibrate in my pocket I hope it’s y/n I thought I take it out my pocket to see it was a call from y/n “even though I just kicked y’all out you guys can come back to my apartment to talk about what just happened” I begin to smile and look at riri i pat her shoulder to get her attention “Y/n said we can go back in “ I begin a slight smirk at riri .We walk back to the elevator heading up to the elevator .”Riri What if she likes us back “ I say happily “She has been flirting I can tell she likes us “ riri said confidently “I hope “ I mumble . That’s when the elevator dinged ,We where at are stop my heart sank scared of what her reaction could be .

We walk to her door and I start to knock on the door.”Y/N it’s us “ I say hoping she heard me . Y/n opens the door “come on in “ she said in a nervous tone .She proceeded to open the door full.We walk in this time we don’t sit . “I don’t want y’all to be scared or anything but I love you guys like not as friends like more than friends im talking dating wise and I understood if y’all aren’t comfortable with the poly relationship but yeah” Y/N says fast while talking with her hands .She looks so cute nervous i thought to myself . “We are so comfortable with this don’t worry y/n riri says while smirking at me . “That’s the best news all day “ I say smiling at the end it really was the best news .

Riri’s Pov

Y/n confessed her feelings about how she feels about us . I already knew that she had crush it was obvious to me . The way she would nervously talk to us about things .The way she would fidget with her hands and way more. I was Very Observant when it was about y/n . Me and shuri would talk about her all the time how she would talk ,walk ,carry herself ,how she dresses and my favorite,how she didn’t give any fucks . Y/n was my dance teacher mostly especially when it was her favorite songs .You could and would expect to see y/n dance often if not she had to be sick. The more I thought about y/n the more I knew i loved her and shuri .I got out of my thoughts and dream once y/n said my name 3 times like a genie . “Riri Riri RIRI” y/n said it made chuckle.

“Come on don’t just stand there we got canes to play” y/n said moving us to the couch . “That’s the y/n we know and love “I say happily. Shuri hmms. “Yo Yall want some cookies “ y/n said Eating a cookie . “I could never pass on what you make “ shuri says “you know how to back and cook” she explains to y/n “OFC why would I decline “ I say with joy in my tone of voice. Y/n passes us some cookies to “Taste Test “ “tell me if these cookies are good or not “ y/n explains I begin to take a bite “ yum ,is that caramel “ she nods “you made this recipe ,you know how to throw Down in there dayumm this good “ I say while fucking the cookie up .

Y/n’s Pov

After you confessed your love we begin to do normal things again. You danced got drunk with played card games you know the basics. You begin to hear the beginning of a song you love and made a dance to .Collide By Justine skye ft tyga,You made so many dances you would think they got tired of you dancing. You did your moves pretty good for being drunk . Everyone was tired at this point it was 2:30 in the morning. “ Y’all probably can’t go home so y’all can just sleep in the guest bedroom” you say halfway asleep . “Where is it “ shuri says in her normal tone . “Follow meeee “ you say as you get up and walk to the guest room .you hear foot steps follow you . “This is it you guys also have a bathroom “ you say trying to smile .Shuri takes the basket off the bed .”I need pjs “ riri says to me . “ it’s some in the basket thing “ you begin to say while pointing at the basket shuri placed on the ground. Riri and shuri get the pjs out of the basket and riri goes to the bathroom to change . You walk to your bedroom and sense you already had your pjs on you just put on your bonnet . You guys all went to sleep for the “night “ .

The Next Morning

Y/n’s Pov

You woke up at 8:30 which was pretty weird for you especially when you got hungover. Why not make breakfast you where hungry.Once shuri and riri would wake up they would most likely be hungry to. You got out of bed and got your AirPods off your table .You connected them to your phone and started your music . After Last Night by silk sonic played . You loved silk sonic you wished they made another album. You walked out of your bedroom while slowly dancing.I make my way the kitchen and start getting ingredients for pancakes.You can very creative flavors for anything. But for some reason you wanted to make Turtle pancakes. You already knew that shuri and riri weren’t allergic to peanuts so you where good. You crushed up the peanuts in a bag and set them aside.You than started making the pancake batter.You added the crushed peanuts from earlier and mixed it in. You started making the pancakes and made sure they where golden . You flipped them and kept making more until you where out of batter. You started to making there plates .You added caramel and chocolate syrup on top with extra peanuts . You ate your pancakes while watching abott elementary. Once you where done eating it was 9:50 .You washed some of the dishes now to make it easier for you.You than begin to hear footsteps from shuri and riri .They woke up and most likely smelled the food .”Y/n this looks hella good “ riri says taking a seat Infront of a plate . Shuri also takes a seat where a plate is . “Would guys like orange juice or apple juice “ you say while walking to the fridge.”apple” they both say while eating their breakfast.you grab the apple juice and get 2 cups.You place the cups on the counter and pour the juice into the cups. You close the juice and put it in the fridge.You get the cups from the counter and put it on the table for shuri and riri .

“Thank you y/n “ they say while you are walking to your bedroom. “No problem “ you say while meeting your bedroom. You start to get ready for your shower.You take off your pjs and under wear to get in the shower .Oh shit you forgot your lotion and outfit .You walk out your bathroom and went back to your bedroom.You get your lotion and other things you may need after the shower . You than get your outfit and was about to leave your room “Y/n” you here shuri say .You jump and all your items fall out of your hands . You turn around to look at shuri and than your towel drops

Oh shit . It dropped