#it’s been with me for ten years and i will gladly stick with it for another ten with or without new content

[terrariashitposts]

listen guys there are only so many “when will it end” jokes i can make before they aren’t funny anymore

[irishmammonagenda]

You pout, arms crossed up against your chest, staring at your boyfriend who currently has his eyes fixated on the game on his PC, mouse and keys being clicked rapidly while the otaku sits cross legged on his desk chair, tongue sticking out in anticipation as he progresses with the battle.

You shift in the bean bag that you made yourself at home on, having long set you DDD down, finding that it had completely lost its entertainment value. Call you a spoilt brat, more millte than the ten year old's in makeup aisles at supermarkets, but you wanted your boyfriend's attention God Dammit! And you wanted it now!

The Avatar of Envy pays you no mind as he continues playing his game, having probably forgotten you were in the room. Well you had been here for hours quietly on your DDD. It was fair, you supposed, though as he starts singing the praises of a certain Ruri-chan, the only thing you could feel was your boyfriend's sin.

That seemed to remind Leviathan of your existence. You huff. He reaches a checkpoint and turns around, jumping when he sees you. "O-oh! S-sorry! M-MC...I-i forgot you were there!" He says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as his face turns a red that brings out the purple of his hair.

"You should be sorry...." You sulk, sinking further into your seat, Levi flatlines, eyes widening as he nearly falls off his own chair.

"I-I am! I just got so into the game! And you were so quiet...and I-" He rambles apology upon apology as he stumbles clumsily closer to you, finally reaching within inches of you but hesitating. Something along the lines of 'How could they want a pathetic otaku like me anywhere near them right now?!' no doubt going through his head.

You scrunch your nose up, quickly closing the distance with a soft, chaste kiss on the lips. Simple. Leviathan still flatlines, if he was an android he would've stopped working. You grin, giving him another kiss, just as soft but a little less chaste, he blubbers something in his flustered blushy state, demon form popping out. While your pretty boyfriend was normally shy, his instincts were not, while he hid his face and sparkling eyes from you in his awe, his tail wrapped around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to you, something you gladly accepted as you took Levi's hands away from his face and gave him another kiss, he might as well have been the Avatar of Greed with how greedily he was kissing you back.

Holy fuck, you love your boyfriend.

[webslingingslasher]

nerd peter revolution,, i just think hES VERY NEAT AAABDHWHEGRRRBARKEKWJJA

ok so... i've had this idea for a minute and idk why but:::

"i have someone i want you to meet, he's a little quiet but he's the most chill little guy you've ever met."

and being a normal human, you think your new boyfriend was talking about his roommate.

"his name is stan, he's been in my life since i was sixteen, they actually have a pretty long life expectancy."

"well, i'd sure hope so."

his shoulder bumps yours and he grabs your hand pulling you further into the living room, towards his room.

"he's in here, and i told him all about you, i think he's excited to meet you."

your eyebrows furrow, "and he just hangs out in your room?"

"yeah! i mean sometimes he'll go with me around the apartment but he likes my room the most, and sometimes he'll sleep in my bed. i think it's just cause he's so used to it, you know?"

you didn't know he was so close with his roommate, you feel kinda icky. he kept this part from you, it sounds like you're about to join into a thruple.

preparing for what was behind his door, and memorizing the path to the front door for a quick escape if you needed.

the bed was empty, and so was his desk. looking around in confusion, before peter made a gesture to the glass terrarium on a desk extended from his personal one.

"girlfriend, meet stan, stan, meet girlfriend."

a burnt orange lizard, "and what's stan's ethnicity?"

"stan is an orange dunner and as handsome as they come."

it was adorable, how much he loved a lizard.

"wanna hold him? it's okay if you don't, he might look a little scary but he won't bite, or pee on you."

you eye the creature, it wouldn't be your first thought but peter loves the little guy and you like peter so,

"is he super fast like a regular lizard? cause if he runs up my arm i'll scream and cry."

peter's pointer finger raises, "he's a bearded dragon, babe. but, yeah, he can get some speed, but he won't do that, if you put him on your shoulder he'll crawl down to your chest and just chill."

"and if i get scared you'll get him off of me?"

giddy you're about to meet his friend, "scouts honor."

you smile, "well then, i'd love to hold stan."

peter opens the screen on top and coos at the reptile, his hand lowers to the log stan is perched on and he gladly climbs in his owners hand for the elevator ride up.

"hey, buddy. remember the girl i was telling you about? this is her, so make sure you only talk me up, alright?" grinning at his one sided conversation, adored at his actions and admiration towards his companion.

cupping your hands peter gently nudged him into your hold, and like he was told he sniffs your hand and looks up at you, his eyes squint then blink, he holds your gaze for a second then bellyflops in your palm.

"how old is he?"

peter gives a gentle one fingered pat down his back, "six," raising your hand to look closer at his face you give him a polite smile.

"hi there, friend. you mean a lot to my boyfriend, and i've only known you for five minutes." you look back at peter, "how long do they live?"

"about ten to fifteen years, but i read about one that lived to eighteen so stan and i talked it over and we're aiming for nineteen."

"well, stan. if you're up for it, i'd love to stick around until you're twenty."

stan responds by darting his tounge at your thumb, you swear it was a kiss.



[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Exploration No. 5

[namjoon x reader] [1k+ strangers to lovers?, fluff] A/N: This is loosely based on Reese Lansangan's Exploration No. 5. Whenever I listen to the song, I think the line "Hey, what's your favorite crustacean?" was written for Namjoon. Or the entire song might as well have been. Also, I just really miss him. I miss BTS.

-

You hated school excursions, but you think you can make an exception for this particular trip if your museum guide is this cute.

-

For most of the tour, you were spacing out. Walking past exhibits, mindlessly taking photos of artifacts you may or may not use as a reference to your sketches. It's not like you didn't like museums, you actually enjoyed them. But on your own time.

"Y/N, look," Jungkook calls for your attention, imitating the posture of a taxidermized creature.

"Cute," you reply dryly. "Ya!" You hear as you walk away, not in the mood for one of his shenanigans.

You were passing by a group gathered under the fossilized crustaceans exhibit when the guide, passionately explaining an in-depth history of crustaceans, caught your eye.

The museum wasn't exactly short of cute guys, but call it fate or whatever you want, but something had you glued to where you stood, a few steps away from him. And it's not like you stayed to gawk at the guy, you were genuinely growing interested and curiouser and curiouser with each discussion.

"So, any questions?" The cute guy asks. Cue crickets and tumbleweeds passing. "Right. Thanks for—"

"Is it true lobsters pair and mate for life?" You dumbly ask. Of all the questions you could ask.

Seeming shocked someone asked a question, Namjoon searches for the source of the voice.

Your eyes meet.

"Ah well, miss…"

"Y/N. Just Y/N"

"Just Y/N," he smirks, "I hate to be the breaker of bad news, but by nature, lobsters are not exactly monogamous. A male lobster would most likely mate with multiple females during encounters lasting days to weeks. So no, lobsters don't pair and mate for life." He clarifies with a smile.

Just when you thought he couldn't be more adorable, you're proven wrong with those dimples.

"Ah, I see," you return with a smile, "Bummer."

"But there are other sea creatures that stick to one when they find their pair; we have angelfishes, sea otters, even some species of seahorses," he ends with a soft laugh.

Fuck, he's really adorable. "Oh, cute," clearing your throat, "I meant the angelfishes, and the uhm..” You let out a half wheeze, half laugh noise.

Now he’s staring with mirthful eyes.

“I was saying it’s cute that there are species that, uhm, that are like, you know, monogamous. Sticks to one; ride-or-die couples, I guess." Great, you're now rambling.

And your group seemed to have moved on to the next exhibit.

Reluctant to leave but unsure how to continue the conversation, he picks it up for you and asks, "Did you get that 'fact' from friends?"

"Huh?"

"The one about the lobster. I presume you watched the series and got it from there."

Now you're embarrassed. "Heh, I did. Kind of embarrassed now to admit that I believed it for years," you titter, "have you watched the show, too?"

He hums in reply. And as he walks further to the fossil aisle, you follow. "My mom bought me all ten DVDs, and from that, I learned to speak English better," he continues. You laugh, thinking it was a joke until you chance another look at him.

"Oh, you're serious." Another smile, then he nods. "So, do you think you're more of a Joey, Chandler, or Ross?"

Now it's his turn to look at you. "Humor me," you continue.

"I guess I'm a bit like Chandler. I see myself relating to his character." You let a beat pass before shamelessly replying, "I bet you don't have much trouble getting girls, though."

At that, he loudly laughs, a few students turning to look in your direction.

Oh, you'd gladly lamely flirt with him in exchange for his amusement.

"That's actually the bit that I relate to. Aside from classes and this internship here at the museum, it's not every day I meet cute girls who would want to talk to me. But today must be my lucky day."

Again, he smirks. He definitely knows how it affects you, too. You blush. And if possible, melt. You don't think you can even look at him, so you turn to face the artifacts. You actually dare to be bashful now when you fired the first flirty remark.

Mouth still stretched to a grin, you turn to face him. "You must think you're charming, huh?"

"Well, I'm assuming if I struck your fancy, at least a little bit." You like the creases by his eyes when he smiles, you think.

"Okay, you did. And you are."

Like a still-frame from a film, you're stood in the middle of the museum, heart eyes staring at each other.

You were the first to break away.

You are about to ask him another question when your professor announces it's time to leave for your next museum destination.

"Ah, I guess you have to go now," he nods towards the corner where students start to gather. You turn to look and agree with a nod, hiding your disappointment.

You try to stall. Just a bit. You gather all the bits of courage you have, "I know this is a bit too direct, but—" You're cut off, "Y/N, come on, we gotta go." Jungkook calls for you.

You huff, "Yea, just a minute. I'm right behind you." You stare him down until he goes ahead without you. And he does, but not before glancing at Namjoon.

You look back at Namjoon to see him expectantly looking at you, "Uhm, so thanks for the fact-check.." You trail off as he nods. Your courage was quick to leave you, and with that, you accept defeat.

But as if your fallen confidence were caught by your feet, you were merely a few steps away when you walk back to him, "Hey, what's your favorite crustacean?"

Startled by the question, Namjoon stutters a reply, "What?" He sees you shift in your feet, "Well, I mean, there are a lot, and I guess there's—"

"Can you tell me through text?" You attempt to steel your nerves once again. You can let embarrassment consume you after you leave the museum, but now, you want to shoot your shot.

He laughs and looks at your leaving party, "I guess I can do that since we're pressed for time." He takes your phone to call his, and long fingers quickly types in his name and number before you hear Jungkook call for you again across the gallery.

"Thanks," you see his saved contact and smile, "Joon."

He smiles back with a nod.

Ah. There's that killer smile. You want to dip your finger in those dimples, you think.

You hold back your intrusive thoughts and rush to your friends.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon’s stupefied, in a good way. And as he watches you catch up to your group, you turn around and wave goodbye. He returns the gesture.

-

Sat at the bus and enthused, you send Namjoon a message.

"Hey, tell me again, what's your favorite crustacean?"

[laundrybiscuits]

15 questions

thanks @greenlikethesea for tagging me! I just got back from Dykes On Mics, the London queer karaoke event of my heart, so I'm a little buzzed and as usual I'm not gonna tag anyone because I'm a bad person. just abjectly morally bankrupt, violating the tumblr social code with abandon.

are you named after anyone?

my parents are pretty religious, so my english name is from the old testament, but culturally my people don't really do the named-after-specific-individuals thing.

2. when was the last time you cried?

hmm I don't remember? I don't really cry that often, which is probably not the MOST healthy but oh well. I gotta be me! i.e. a deeply repressed individual.

3. do you have kids?

nope! I like kids and have a fair bit of experience taking care of them, I've just never felt that particular urge to become a parent myself.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

my sense of humor's pretty dry by default, but I think having a lot of friends from different cultural contexts has trained me out of using sarcasm too much. It's just one of those things that doesn't always translate super well.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

unsurprisingly I'm not really a team sports person. in the past I've done a couple different forms of martial arts, fencing, a tiny bit of archery, ballroom dancing…I think that's it? an old friend of mine is running a stage combat workshop in the fall and I'm kinda thinking about getting into that.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

this is gonna sound weird but stick with me: their character design. I just tend to notice stuff that seems like people making a deliberate choice about how they present themselves to the world, whether they seem to be going for a fully coordinated look or just have some pins on a bag. and sometimes you can really tell that people were like, okay, this is what I'm working with physically so I'm gonna fully lean into it. I appreciate that!

7. what’s your eye colour?

super dark brown. close enough to black that sometimes I think I look like a cartoon character.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings FOR SURE. some of my favourite books and audiodramas are horror, but when it comes to movies, I'm gonna need to be gently cradled in the tender narrative assurance of a happy ending.

9. any special talents?

hah, I literally just had an argument with some friends about whether I have special talents. technically I do music? I mean, ten years of classical piano lessons, five years of classical flute lessons, a hell of a lot of fucking around on guitar, some bass*, some choir, and the bit in purify our misfit ways where eddie gets pulled into percussion because he can read music is literally a thing from my life. that kind of makes me sound like a much better musician than I am, though; I promise I'm not actually that good, and that's not me being modest. I'm genuinely a bit mediocre, and pretty happy about where I'm at.

also, I live & work & volunteer in some pretty heavily tourist-y areas, so I'm actually pretty good at cutting through large crowds of vaguely confused people. that's a special talent that I will gladly own.

10. where were you born?

a swing state in the midwest USA. there were cornfields. I used to can my own tomatoes. my childhood friends regularly had white-tailed deer strung up in their barns.

11. what are your hobbies?

oooof so, so many. I play a lot of indie video games? music, obviously. I go to a lot of live theatre, like an average of 2 shows per week. I'm a regular at my local board game cafe. I've done a fair bit of arts & crafts. I am not currently running any TTRPGs but that's normally a fair chunk of my time. when I lived in the US I would do a lot of weekend hiking trips to national parks. I dunno, I do a lot of stuff.

eta: forgot it probably also counts that I volunteer as a public-facing science educator! I've been doing that for more than a decade with various institutions, usually a couple days per month.

12. do you have pets?

technically yes, functionally no. my mother kidnapped my cat almost ten years ago when I moved to new zealand, and refuses to give her back because it would be "too traumatic for the cat to move" but continues to refer to her as my cat. like, "your cat now eats at the dinner table with us." (the cat did not make that decision. my mother made that decision.)

I thought about getting a corn snake about four or five years ago, because I was working with them at a nature center at the time and I think they're pretty great. they also seem relatively easy to care for, and I had access to the local herp society, so I was pretty confident about my snake-keeping abilities. but then I moved to england, so.

13. how tall are you?

5'2" last I checked. yes I'm short af. yes concerts are hell.

14. favourite subject at school?

weirdly, I was pretty good at math and I liked it a lot. but when I got to undergrad, I discovered that STEM has like a whole separate GPA scale/norm, and I wanted to go to grad school for social science so I had to make a choice. in retrospect I probably could've handled a couple Bs or Cs, but it really didn't feel like that at the time.

15. dream job?

I don't believe in dream jobs, as a general rule. I've worked creative jobs, I've worked cause-based jobs, and I just don't think there's such a thing as a perfect gig. we're all just surviving capitalism, man.

*so my best friend in undergrad was dating a bassist in an indie band, and the bassist gave her old bass to him when she got a better one, and then they broke up. and that's how I got a bass to fuck around with.

[kiljoius-writes]

Favorite Poison

Ao3 | FFN

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Next Chapter Master Post

Pairing: Hanabi Hyūga/Konohamaru Sarutobi

Summary: They've never gotten along. How are they supposed to spend a vacation together?

Konohamaru braces himself to be tortured by Hanabi, not to fall in love with her.

July prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Rating: E for Smut

Chapter 1/5: Invitation

When Hanabi drops down from the top of the front gates of the Leaf Village with a pack strapped to her back, Konohamaru nearly turns on his heel and leaves.

“Oh, don’t look so frightened, Kono.” She reaches up to pat his head and he cringes away from her.

“Hm?” Hinata inquires, tilting her head at the two.

“Uhm…” Konohamaru darts his eyes over at Naruto who is grinning obliviously. “Big bro, you didn’t say…”

“Oh, yeah!” Naruto laughs, waving the group over. “Hinata invited Hanabi!”

“Big sister!” Himawari chirps as she bolts into Hanabi’s arms, who gladly picks her up and twirls her.

“Oh, someone’s glad to see me!” Hanabi responds brightly, holding the little girl above her head as she squeals in delight. When she plops her back on the ground, she raises her eyes to Konohamaru and furrows her eyebrows. “Unlike Kono.”

Konohamaru frowns purposefully low and sticks his tongue out at her. He catches the sight of her hand by her side with her middle finger up and he snorts. “Real nice, Hanabi.”

“I am nice, aw,” she sings, fingers rejoining the rest as she brings her hands to her cheeks, pushing them up so her eyes squint with a mocking smile. “Nice and cute, right?”

“Yes, of course.” Hinata nods, giggling. “Shall we?”

“You're happy to see me, aren’t you, Hima?” Konohamaru inquires, tilting his head down at the girl. She smiles and nods enthusiastically. He swiftly plucks her up now, too, and puts her on his shoulders. “More than big sis, right?”

“Huh?” Himawari asks with all the cutest naivety in the world while Hanabi glares at him.

“I wanna be carried!” Boruto whines, pouting up at Konohamaru. Before Hanabi can sneak in, Konohamaru's already swooping the boy up as well, tucking him under his arm.

“You’re gonna tire yourself out before we get there.” Naruto laughs, roughing his hand through Boruto’s hair.

“You’ll tire yourself out before we even make it out of the Leaf,” Hanabi quips quickly, smirking up at him. He huffs through his nose, refusing to pay her a look.

When Naruto asked him to come along on a vacation out to the Land of Waves, he hadn’t mentioned Hanabi would be there.

Well, he figured he had been invited mostly to keep an eye on Boruto and Himawari while Naruto and Hinata had some sort of alone time while they were there. He didn’t mind doing that, he enjoyed being around them. Now he knew it was a mistake to just assume things.

Hanabi and Konohamaru had never really gotten along.

Not that Hanabi ever let him show off what an amazing guy he is.

They graduated to genin at different times with Konohamaru being a year older, so they never really knew each other much before then.

Then she insisted on entering the chunin exams within a month of promotion to genin. Her sensei foolishly allowed this, and in the end, Konohamaru had been the one to beat her in the battle portion.

She never really let go of that.

And honestly, he never really felt bad about it, either.

It was the chunin exams. And it was nearly ten years ago, now!

They were adults, both in their twenties, and here she is, still holding onto something so petty. It's ridiculous, and he won’t be made to take pity on her. So he simply avoided her whenever possible, kept his distance if they missioned together, tried to make excuses to leave whenever she came around.

Of course, when Naruto and Hinata became an item, that became harder. A lot harder.

He almost resented the fact she drove a wedge in his relationship with Naruto. He was his big bro before she ever came into the picture, and now she acted like she’d been there the whole time. Like she deserved to intrude on their time. It was rude!

Once, Naruto suggested they go on a date when they were in their late teens.

They responded with a resounding refusal.

“HELL NO!”

“Absolutely NOT .”

It was probably the first time they were on the same page, both hurling glares at Naruto as he laughed at them.

Then, of course, Boruto would get involved.

“Aunt Temari and Uncle Shikamaru are married…so are Aunt Ino and Uncle Sai. So you guys are married, too.”

“Boruto, if I ever hear that out of your mouth again, you may have no mouth left to speak with.”

Boruto was confused, so Hinata gently explained it to him.

As Himawari got older, she was expressing similar sentiments. Thankfully, she was still young and didn’t really understand anything about relationships outside of the scope of her mother and father, and they were able to get ahead of it before it would become a problem.

At Himawari’s fourth birthday, Naruto pointed out that Konohamaru and Hanabi were getting kind of close to each other, and Himawari immediately launched.

“THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS PAPA.”

Oh, that was embarrassing.

Also a little funny, because they weren’t even friends.

Yes, a vacation sounded nice, but now with Hanabi here, it was bound to be hell.

Konohamaru braces himself and ignores Hanabi’s smirking gaze.

Hanabi specifically accepted this invite because Konohamaru would be there.

She never missed the chance to mess with him, no matter what.

Assigned a diplomatic mission, but Konohamaru was headed the same way on a shinobi mission? They should go together!

Taking Mirai, Boruto, and Himawari to the Tanabata festival? Hanabi deserved to go as their aunt.

Moegi inviting her out for drinks? Would Konohamaru be there? She’d be there, too.

Her cousins never let her forget the Third’s scrappy grandson took her down in the chunin exams, so she’d never let him forget her, either.

Her bids to spar with him often went unanswered, and if he did answer, it was always to leave him alone.

Was it petty? Absolutely, and she knew it.

What compelled her? She reasoned revenge. But it had been nearly ten years now. Maybe there were other reasons, but she chose not to think on those. It didn’t matter.

Besides, he wasn’t so bad to look at. Once they got into their late teens, in fact, he became downright good to look at. So that didn’t hurt. Not that she’d ever, ever dare to tell him that.

She chose to let him think that when she stared at him, it was because he looked like an alien to her.

“Give me my nephew,” she demands once they were a few kilometers out, Hinata and Naruto further ahead chatting happily.

“No.” He turns his nose up at her as Boruto struggles under his arm.

“Yes!” Boruto calls back, “this doesn’t feel good!”

Hanabi raises her eyebrows expectantly as Konohamaru sighs, leaning down to put the boy on the ground.

“Come here, Boruto,” she beckons him, “come to your favorite!”

Boruto stops and looks up at both of them, confusion on his face.

“Don’t do it, Boruto,” Konohamaru warns, glaring down at the boy.

“Come!” Hanabi holds out her hands. “Come on!”

“Boruto…”

“Boruto!”

“You’re being weird!” Boruto cries, bolting past them to grab at his mother’s skirt. Hinata looks down curiously, then looks back at the two. Hanabi huffs irritably and crosses her arms while Konohamaru chuckles.

“You think it’s funny to turn my nephew against me?!” Hanabi snaps, resisting the urge to punch his shoulder while he carries her niece.

“Kind of funny, yeah.” He nods, eyeing her.

“You’re an asshole.”

Himawari gasps and covers Konohamaru’s ears. His grin is shit-eating. “Big sis! Mommy said those words are bad.”

“Actually, Hima,” Hanabi starts, tilting her head, “I think they’re completely appropriate when it comes to certain Sarutobi’s.”

“Huh?” Himawari leans forward, completely confused by what she had said.

“You’re dumb, you know that?” Konohamaru pulls one of Himawari’s hands from his ears while looking at Hanabi. “You always talk to them like they’re adults. They’re kids, Lady Heiress.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Lady Princess? Princess Heiress? Or just princess? You act like one.”

“Big sis is a princess!” Himawari chimes in brightly, beaming down at Hanabi. Despite her frustration, she smiles up at her niece.

“Regardless, you’re not good with kids,” he points out, “you frighten them.”

“Himawari.” Hanabi reaches up for her niece and pulls her off of Konohamaru who doesn’t put up much of a fight. She settles her on her hip.” Do I frighten you?”

Himawari is silent for a moment as she tilts her head. “Yes.”

Konohamaru howls.

“What?!” Hanabi gasps, “why?!”

“When your eyes get all big and pop.” Himawari points up at her face. “But I still love you!”

Hanabi sighs, shaking her head. She sets the girl down, ushers her away with a, “go to your father, Hima.”

“Okay!” Himawari skips ahead of them to catch up with the rest of the Uzumaki’s.

“Told you.” Konohamaru smirks that ugly smirk, resting his hands behind his neck. “Lady Hanabi Hyuga, terrorizing children everywhere she goes.”

“You’re a dick,” she huffs, looking away, “and soft. Maybe they love you so much because they can tell you’re just a weak idiot. They can take advantage of you.”

“That’s harsh.” He raises an eyebrow. “Wasn’t so soft when I took you down in the chūnin exams...”

Now she punches his arm and he recoils, hissing. “And you’ve never given me a rematch. I would bury you if you did, and that’s why you always say no.”

Konohamaru snickers, shaking his head.

“Coward.”

His laughter is quickly cut off and he frowns, glaring at her. “Don’t go there.”

“Go where?” she asks, innocently pulling her hands behind her back to clasp. “Point out that you're afraid? Afraid of the big bad Hyūga? Because you know she’d beat your ass?” His face is quickly turning red and it brings her a high amount of amusement. “You are a coward!”

“I’m gonna go ahead and quit this conversation now, before I do something I regret.”

“Mhm. Coward.”

“Hanabi…”

“Hm?”

“You’re a bitch.”

Now she laughs, loudly. “Excuse me?!”

Konohamaru stares at the ground with wide eyes.

Did that really come out of his mouth?

Couldn’t be. He’d never—

“Yeah, I said it.”

Oh gods. I’ll be dead within minutes.

Hanabi clicks her tongue and he feels her eyes boring a hole into him. “You’re right.”

“What?” He looks up, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion and anger. “The hell?”

“When did you grow balls, little Sarutobi?” She punches his arm lightly now, almost fondly, smirking up at him.

Konohamaru contemplates for a moment. “Moegi says that term is outdated.”

“Oh, right. We’re saying ovaries now.”

Now Konohamaru laughs, feeling a little more relaxed. “Uh—sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“Sure you did.” She doesn't look at him. “And I mean it, too. You’re a coward.”

Konohamaru glares at her as she skips ahead to catch up with her sister.

Never mind.

A few hours later after avoiding interacting with her, halfway to the Land of Waves, they stop at a little village that specialized in tourism. Everything one could need for a trip to the coastal city: beach balls, surfboards, floaties, sunscreen, sand toys, and more. Hinata and Naruto left the kids in their care while they went to inspect the food stands.

Konohamaru has a funny idea.

“Since I’m your favorite,” he declares, causing both kids to look up at him as they stop in front of a bright, colorful toy store, “we’re gonna go in there and I’m buying you each whatever toy you want.”

“Really?!” Boruto gasps, and Himawari is already bolting into the store.

Hanabi lowers her eyes at him, he can see it in his peripheral, and he smirks, ushering Boruto in.

They follow the kids as they inspect toy after toy until Himawari lands on a large, stuffed giraffe.

“This one!” she proclaims. It's bigger than her. Konohamaru frowned.

“Well, actually…that’s kind of big to be carrying around, Hima. We’d have to carry it back…”

Hanabi cuts in, “I’ll get it for you, Hima.”

“Yay, big sister!” she squeals as Hanabi picked it up.

“Since I’m your favorite,” Hanabi speaks mockingly at Konohamaru as she crouches down, pushing the giraffe’s face to Himawari's cheek and making a kissing sound, “right?”

“Yes!” Himawari confidently says, throwing her arms around the giraffe.

“You’re carrying it,” Konohamaru scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“No, you are. You are the one who offered.” Hanabi shoves it into his arms and then goes after Boruto.

Konohamaru holds the giraffe in front of him and glares at it.

As Konohamaru pays for the toys the kids picked out, they exit together, and Hanabi beckons them. “Big sister is going to get you two ice cream!”

Hanabi smirks at Konohamaru’s look of disapproval.

“Ice cream, too?!” Boruto yells, eyes filled with wonder. Hanabi nods enthusiastically, leading them to an ice cream stand.

Boruto immediately points at the last item on the menu, a picture of a waffle cone topped with five different colored scoops of ice cream, whip cream, chocolate drizzle, sprinkles, and a cherry. Hanabi grimaces, avoiding Konohamaru’s knowing look. “Uhm, Boruto…you’ll never finish it, and you’ll get a tummy ache—”

“I’ll get it.” Konohamaru steps in, pulling out his coin pouch and Hanabi purses her lips, squinting at it.

“YES! Big bro for the win!” Boruto fist-pumps. She catches Konohamaru biting back a laugh as she scowls.

“Since I’m your favorite,” Konohamaru speaks in the same mocking tone she had used as he grasps the cone, then crouches in front of Boruto and offers it forward, “right?”

“Oh yeah!” Boruto greedily grabs the cone out of his hands and immediately bites into it.

“He’s going to be sick,” Hanabi growls toward him as she passes off a cup of strawberry ice cream to Himawari.

“And you’ll clean it up. You are the one who offered.” He looks at her, his grin wide.

Somehow, they had spent a good hour playing this game, indulging the children in too many presents and sweets until Hinata hastily collected them, scolding them for their recklessness.

They promptly broke off from one another without kids to look after, and Konohamaru finds himself inspecting a jewelry stand outside of a shop Hinata had gone inside with Himawari and Boruto. He examines it closely, trying to find the cheapest thing possible to bring back Moegi, who had insisted he find her a souvenir. He may like her better than Hanabi, but he wasn’t about to drop a chunk of change on some stupid accessory for her.

Then he hears whistling next to his head and a loud thud. On instinct, chakra begins flowing through his extremities as he jerks up to find the attacker—someone coming for Naruto?

His mouth drops open at the sight of Hanabi on top of a restaurant, crouched next to its chimney, grinning down at him.

“Oh my,” the woman running the stand whispers, having gone pale white at the attack, “is that a kunai? You—" She pointed at Konohamaru’s headband. “—shinobi! Leave, take your business elsewhere!”

Konohamaru ignores the woman as he turns to Hanabi, folding his arms. “Really, Hanabi?”

She snickers and hops from the roof of the restaurant to the roof of the shop next to the jewelry stand. “Fight me, Konohamaru Sarutobi!”

“You’re insane!” he yells back, instinctively reaching for his satchel, “we’re in civilian territory!”

“Spar, then!” she demands, standing tall with her hands on her hips. “Don’t be a coward!”

“You’re gonna learn a hard lesson if you keep saying that shit,” he shoots back, leaping onto the roof to shove his fingertip into her forehead. She promptly grabs the finger and twists, hard.

“Come on, Honorable Grandson.” She uses her other hand to grab his shoulder, forcing him down as he growls in frustration. “Teach me a lesson.”

Then she's on the hard ground below them, back slamming loudly. Everyone in the center of the village freezes.

He hops down and promptly puts his foot on her chest to restrain her. “Stay down, little Hyūga.”

“Oooh.” He didn’t expect the giggle and also didn’t expect to end up crashing into the jewelry stand.

No souvenir from this little village, he supposes.

Hanabi feels excitement bubble in her chest as she hops to her feet. She knows her eyes must look unhinged as she marches toward where Konohamaru lay in the broken wood. She plucks a sack of coins from her satchel and drops them in the old woman’s hands without even paying her a glance.

“This—this is unacceptable!” she cries. Then she opens the sack and her jaw fell. She promptly closes it, humming.

“You’re deranged,” he breathes as he peels himself up, all eyes still on the pair.

“Coward, coward, coward!” she proclaims far too proud, beaming at him as he stomps towards her, chakra flaring around his hands. She skips backward, ducking as he attempted to swipe at her. “Hit me, come on!”

She laughs as she continues dodging his attacks, fully enjoying the way his face becomes nearly purple with frustration. Just as he thinks he's about to get a hit in, she stabs her fingers into his side with a little chakra and cackles as he buckles.

But that had apparently been an act, because he immediately rolls forward and grabs her legs, forcing her to go tumbling into another stand, the wood cracking under her body.

He pulls himself up, but she's already up, too, and tackling him back down. She swings her legs over him and focuses chakra in her palm to close a chakra point. She gasps as he grabs her wrist and jerks his knee up, pushing the flat of his foot right into her chest to throw her backward.

“Shit!” she curses, skidding on her heel as he sprang to his feet.

“You’re gonna regret this, Hanabi!” he warns, pulling his hands together to start creating that familiar blue ball of chakra.

“Don’t think so!” she calls back, dipping her stance with her palms out.

“Raseng-“

“Rotat-“

Hanabi gasps as she feels herself yanked by the collar, and in a blur, she's being thrown to the ground in an unfamiliar area. She darts her eyes around, finding Konohamaru in the same position next to her, then—Naruto’s angry face, right in theirs.

“The hell are you two doing?!” Naruto demands, reaching out with both his bandaged hand and human hand to jab their foreheads. They both groan and reach up to cover the hit spot.

“She started it—”

“He was being—”

“I don’t care!” Naruto announces, straightening back out. “Whatever it is you two need to do, get it out of the way—WITHOUT civilians around!” He turns his back to them as he heads back to the little village. “Catch up when you're done, and don’t come back until you can be normal human beings with each other!”

“That’s great—” Konohamaru huffs as he climbs to his feet, “just great, Hanabi! Look what you did! You’re a damn psycho—”

“I’m not done!” Hanabi hops to her feet, stomping up to him. He glares down at her, shaking his head. He watches as white chakra flares around her hands and sighs, grabbing her wrists to pull them apart.

“I am.”

“No!” Her voice turns almost whiny as she tore her hands from his. “Fight me!” She reeled her hand back. “I demand it!”

“I know you’re used to people doing whatever you say,” he says as he blocks a hit, stepping backward, “but I’m not one of your little subjects!” Another hit, and his frustration's about to bubble over. “Hanabi! Knock it off!”

She doesn't respond as her hits came faster and harder and he finally letsout an exhausted groan, grabbing her forearm and twisting it.

“Don’t make me put you down like a damn dog,” he growls, shoving her toward the ground.

She immediately rolls over, propping herself up on her elbows, and winks. “Try it, babe.”

“Babe—?”

That was a mistake. She catches him off guard, and now he's being thrown right into the base of a tree.

Konohamaru is done.

If she wants him to put her in her place, then he had no choice but to oblige.

They went on like that for far too long, probably, but Konohamaru had no time to think about it because Hanabi really was a better fighter now.

She had been good when they battled in the chūnin exams, but she was truly powerful now. That gentle fist was no joke, he was just glad she hadn’t been able to close his primary chakra point. He briefly wondered whether she was intentionally avoiding it, but quickly decided that was certainly impossible. She’d have closed it straight away if she could, so he continued protecting his chest as they gradually became battered and bruised.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he has her pinned on the ground. He uses his shins to keep hers down (so she couldn’t kick) and shoves her wrists into the earth above her head (so she couldn’t punch), leans down to settle his chest on hers (so she couldn’t get leverage) and presses his forehead to her forehead (so she couldn’t headbutt him, because he knows she'd try). It was a hold Ebisu-sensei had taught him, and while it was fairly intimate (and uncomfortable for a grown man on top of a boy to be doing), it was effective.

He feels her chest heaving against his and has to assume she felt his, too. They're both taking haggard breaths as their eye contact remained unbroken.

Then she tilts her head up and her lips were on his.

He freezes—paralyzed, really. He doesn't even realize his grip has loosened on her wrists, and—

“FUCK!” he yells as he rolls off of her, clutching his chest.

Now she's on top of him, grinning that wild grin down at him as she holds his shoulders down. “Want me to close another?”

“Cheater!” he gasps, rubbing his chest, realizing that it wasn't his primary chakra point she’d closed—but damn, it was close. “You’re a damn cheat!”

“Art of seduction,” she damn near purs the words into his ear, leaning in close, until their noses were touching, and his eyes blow wide. “It’s part of the shinobi way, Konohamaru.”

“That was sexual harassment.”

“Oh please!” she laughs, pressing her forehead against his, “don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

Konohamaru presses his lips in a thin line, glaring up at her.

Truth be told, he's not really sure if he did or not. He has no time to think about it.

Because in just as quick a motion, he grabs the back of her head and forces her to close the little distance that remained between their lips.

“Mmph—” she gasps against him, and he's…surprised that she hadn’t resisted. She hadn’t resisted at all.

And Konohamaru's not really sure what comes over him, because he finds his other arm snaking around her waist and pulling her flush against him. He pulls his knees up between hers, forcing her legs to straddle around his abdomen, and she's pushing down and he realizes—

Konohamaru Sarutobi is locked in a passionate kiss that Hanabi Hyūga is returning. Eagerly.

So he rolls her over and forces his knees between hers, resting his hips against hers as her arms wrap around his neck.

Is this actually happening?

He pulls the arm from around her back to grab her waist, burying his fingers there as her nails dig into his scalp, head tilting and lips parting. His head goes cloudy as he feels her tongue swipe against his lips, forcing them to immediately part for access on instinct. He pushes his tongue against hers, letting her run hers over his top teeth—he's not sure a girl had ever licked his teeth before but finds he doesn't hate it. Then he pushes back, attaching his teeth to her bottom lip and tugging it. When she lets out a breathy moan, he bites down harder.

Once he feels her hips rock up into his is when he knows he's on the edge—of what, he's not sure, but he's going to be shoved off it if he doesn’t stop this, now.

He quickly pulls his arms from her body, hands planted on the ground as he tears himself off of her. He stops to observe her in the seconds he has. Her face is flush, her lips swollen, her eyes closed, and she's leaning up as if to bring him back.

“Hanabi—” he breathes, causing her to pop her eyes open, “—what the hell?”

As if clarity had rushed her senses, her eyes turn fiery. “PERVERT!”

Next Chapter ->

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

Prompt: Peter and Tony haven't been speaking in years.

Title: The Prodigal Spiderson

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Tony didn't know who to expect because Pepper scheduled this meeting. Well, more like she practically threatened him with castration to get him to promise to stay, but who cares about the tiny details?

Because when the door opens, there is Peter.

Mentor and protegee both freeze when their eyes meet.

There was silence, thick and heavy for Peter. But to Tony, it's like releasing a gasp before he's breathing again through his nose after ten years of relying on ventilator.

The man could feel his eyes growing moist, the relief so, so palpable, it's overwhelming but his kid just keeps staring back like a deer caught in headlights, sticking right by the door and still holding on the knob, looking like he's steeling himself, expecting to be told to leave.

Tony rolls his eyes. 'As if.'

"Underoos," he says in acknowledgement, the familiar nickname sounding sacred rolling off his tongue, coming easy with laced affection as it always had been before they both proved to be stupid stubborn idiots. "Funny if you think ten years of not seeing you would stop me from calling you kid. You're still the spider brat who kicked ass in Germany and who dared to hack through my A.I. and replaced my coffee with decaf." Tony threw the words in their familiar banter, but Peter offers no sign of rebuttal. The billionaire could just snort. "Come now, you actually waiting for new year before you give your old man a hug? Ten years not enough for you?"

Peter opens his mouth then.

Tony saw his tears fall before the kid practically leaped from the other side of the room to tackle him into a hug that he so gladly returns, Peter unknowing that his little whimpers are opening little cracks to his father figure's iron heart.

"Sssh," Tony coos, burying his fingers in the boy's soft curls in a gesture he copied from May that's known to comfort them both. "You're okay, Pete. I'm here. We're okay. I got you."

"I- I'm sorry, Mr.-" Peter pulls away to sniff, but Tony is already brushing his tears with the back of his hand.

The man presses a hand on each side of Peter's head.

"I'm just glad you're back, kid," he tells him, letting Peter see his own manly tears fall, before he draws the kid's head back to his chest just so he could hold him tighter. He presses a kiss to the top of his head and squeezes his shoulders, feeling fucking fantastic finally.

His kid is back, looking more like a man than a kid but it doesn't matter, would never matter to Tony. Peter is safe and he's in Tony's arms again, and Tony is finally feeling alive again.

"Fucking ten years and eight days and seventeen hours, Pete." They chuckle tearily. "Welcome home."

[halaboyz]

pairing: royalty, bff! haechan x royalty, gn! reader (implied dressing of female, though it has they/them pronouns) genre: light angst, 19th-century setting wc: 3k warnings: profanities, self-indulgent. tell me if i missed anything! HAPPY BIRTHDAY FULLSUN ! n/a: i literally talk to u everyday i don't have anything to say i appreciate u tho

THE HEARTBREAK COLLECTION. req. by mika.

It was when you were ten years old. When you first met such an oddball, hiding outside the big windows of your room, peeking as you practiced your posture with a book in your head and a terror teacher inside the room with you.

You didn't understand why, for whatever reason, he was bothering you. You didn’t even know the boy, you even thought he was just a lost boy from outside the big walls of your castle. So when you furrow your eyebrows while the teacher paid attention to another student, he takes advantage of it and makes a weird face.

You were just on the brink of tears and you can’t be happier that someone made an effort to put a smile on your face. So when you stifle a laugh while he continues to be the oddball that he is, the book wobbles at the top of your head, he runs away when he sees the teacher head to you with a stern look.

You surely had remembered his face that day. For the reasons: one, he made you smile. And two, he was the reason for a tighter lecture.

“Lee Haechan if you don’t want your ass whipped, I gladly suggest you leave,” You exaggeratedly mouthed to the man outside the windows, all grown up but still having the mindset of a child.

It was still like you were ten years old.

Yes, exactly like ten years old when he childishly mocks your face back.

“Hey, I am going to need you to focus!” Hitting the table in front of you with her long, thin stick, you flinch in surprise as the book wobbles on the top of your head, wriggling in an effort to find the center of gravity and balance the book. “Lee Haechan, that kid…” Your teacher shakes her head and glares at you, and after she walks away only do you stifle a snort because damn, you weren’t the only one who’s going to suffer now.

“Right, I’ve been thinking about it a lot. Corsets should definitely be optional, not mandatory.” Giggling as you stride through the big hallways, you and Eunyi stop at the sudden, stern voice echoing throughout the mansion.

“You’re such a troublemaker, Lee Hae— have it held high!” And that familiar, thin stick that you’ll hear every where. 

“Lee Haechan just never rests, doesn’t he?” Eunyi clicks her tongue, already squinting her eyes to see far enough Haechan kneeling outside a room, the teacher in front of him. His arms were holding five thick books, probably history books, high up in the skies as he muttered continuous apologies to satisfy the woman in front of him.

You hide a smirk as you walk past through eyes already holding a teasing glint.

It was the first time he looked at you like that. Or maybe it was only because he was looking up at you— you don’t know. But it felt different. The way his eyes looked up at you in such awe and… amazement. Like how it feels when you see your first love— your only love, for the first time. And it was as if time slowed down for the both of you, and that was the second you knew you fell for him.

Hard.

“Hey, are you good?” Eunyi shakes your arm and you away from your fantasy, already walked a distance from Haechan as you inhaled sharply.

“I’ll be damned.” 

“y/n!” It was that same, harmonious voice that called for you, ringing in your ears ever so softly as the heels of your shoes stopped with a click on the marble floor, turning around to be tackled inelegantly, Haechan’s arms circling your neck to put you on chokehold. “Where are you going?” 

As you try to choke out a word, Haechan only realizes he still has you on hold and lets go of you, giggling as he looks at you coughing harshly.

“I could’ve died,” 

“You didn’t.” Haechan’s honey voice cooed as this time, his arms looped around yours. “Where were you going?” 

“None of your business,” You raise your fist to threaten punching him, only for him to avoid it a foot away in a second. “Are you following me?”

“Me?” Haechan snorts loudly, “Following you? For what? To see you go into some boring posture class and completely fail it because your corset is too itchy?” 

You glare at him as he spurts out every fact that you have been muttering whenever you find yourself beside him after posture class, stretching your back as he ices the back of your palm before it bruises, cause of the continuous hits of your instructor’s thin, long stick. 

“Just skip that class! You’re going to have your pretty hands fractured one day there,” He then takes your hand to examine it, a pout forming in his lips when he sees spots of bruises forming faintly. “Who even hits their students? More importantly, you’re royalty!” 

Taking your hands back with a sharp inhale, you swallow the lump on your throat first before tucking your hands behind you. 

“I know. Even my mom knows about it, but nothing really changed so I can’t do anything about it.” You sigh out, unconsciously caressing your hand that Haechan just held while you hold back a smile.

“Oh, you can do something about it.” He stops on his tracks and faces you with a sly smile, as if he had just thought of the best plan anyone could think of. “My royalty, would you be able to take my lovely offer and trust me?” He mocks to bow down and offers his hand, waiting for you to take it.

“No way, Haechan. I can never trust you with these things,” 

His offered hand comes in contact with his chest, as if an arrow had struck him as he acts hurt, as you stare at him embarrassingly. 

“God, stop. You’re so dramatic,” Pushing his face away, you were about to walk when you hear Haechan chuckle, then tugging your wrist to drag you from the way of your destination. 

“The castle’s big. There is no way they’ll search a big place like this for one student,” Haechan says between breaths, glancing at you from time to time to see you, the most uncoordinated person he knows, not tripping over their own foot. 

“Can we— stop, damn it,” You try catching your breath but Haechan wastes no second to tighten his hold on your wrist that you were desperately escaping from. “Where the hell…”

“We’re here!” Haechan finally stops with a big sigh, head turning everywhere slowly as he takes in the beauty of the large, closed garden. Birds were flying around with sweet melodies of its sounds as it roamed the fresh trees, wind only minimal from the smallest open windows from the glass roof. 

More than breathless now— quite literally and not because of the amazing view you have failed to have known about your whole life, Haechan’s hands unconsciously slide down to intertwine with yours from your wrist, a proud smile growing on his face when he sees you in awe.

“Actually, not just yet.” Haechan tugs on your hand once again and before he even starts dragging you, your heels dig to the ground.

“Haechan, I swear to the heavens, if we run again, I’m losing a heartbeat.” With Haechan’s loud laugh, when he tightens his hold on yours only do you realize that you were now intertwining hands, making you blush harder, given that you were already red from all the running.

“We don’t need to run. I just have a special place in here that anyone doesn’t really know about,” He finally starts walking, leadin you to a bunch of tall bushes by the corner— or so you thought. Haechan pushes the bushes aside carefully and it makes your mouth agape.

“How did you even know about this?” You suppose Haechan put that blanket in the middle of the what was supposed to be small field in the corner of the garden. There were already remnants of plastics of candies and wares of— well, probably cookies from the kitchen, and another unopened ware of food you can’t fathom what.

“Well, these bushes really, really grow fast.” Haechan explains, urging you to sit on the blanket as he cleans his mess. “When it grew out as tall as me, it connected with each other and I guess they just forgot this space existed— or they just didn’t bother cutting these bushes again,”  

“Yeah, I asked how you found this.” Though what he just said was something new for you, you sarcastically retorted at Haechan which earns you both a chuckle. 

“Okay. To be honest, I was roleplaying a scene in here alone, then i tripped over some stupid rock that was there at a wrong time and when I try holding on to the bushes for support, I kinda just slid through,” 

It was late. You were already laughing your ass off at his embarrassing story, right when “roleplaying” even left his lips. 

“Roleplay?!” You point at him, your other hand opening the ware full of mallows and stuffing your mouth with it as you laughed and teased the growing red Haechan. 

“Stop, I knew you were going to tease me,” Haechan whines, plopping beside you and snatching the mallows.

“Come on, it’s rare that it’s finally me teasing you, not the other way around. Give me some slack,” You turned to face him as he deadpanned at you, and you almost burst the mallows all over his face if only you didn’t stop your mouth with your hand. 

“So cute!” Haechan randomly squeals and pinches both of your cheeks, while you struggle to chew the mallows and swallow it before it spills out because of all the pinching.

“Stop, good heavens,” Haechan finally lets your cheeks free and leans back with his hands for support, looking particularly nowhere and just enjoying the sight, the peace, and your presence. “What were you really roleplaying for?” 

It was just a genuine and light question, so the both of you don’t laugh. You knew Haechan didn’t really care about things— how he’s a royal, how he should be particularly sure about his future and wants, how everybody is already literally begging for Haechan to think about what he wanted to be if he doesn’t want to be crowned king.

Just a little side note though. If Haechan wants to act and has passion in it, you would definitely support it all the way. So roleplaying might be just one of his trials.

“Isn’t this place perfect?” Haechan starts, sighing of something of content. He watches you lay down on the blanket and hears you hum. Before he continues, he pulls your arm to stretch, setting his head on it as it served as his pillow. He keeps his hold in your hand, afraid that you’ll pull it out out of annoyance. But you don’t. You’re too fallen in love to be even faking annoyance. The way he’s just beside you, you wanted to answer ‘Yes, Haechan. If it’s just us, in here, like this. More than perfect.’ but your lips were sealed tight, your eyes stayed at him who wasn’t even looking at you. “A perfect place for a confession.” 

“What?” It was the only word that left your lips, jerking a little as you tried meeting his eyes, but he only waves you off. Mixed feelings. It was what you felt. For whom? You didn’t even know. 

But what you knew is that Haechan only knows a handful of people here inside the castle, given that his family doesn’t want people knowing his kind-of-rebellious behavior. 

And maybe, just maybe— Haechan fancies you. It makes you smile a little, and maybe a tad bit of anticipation toward the man.

“I was thinking of Royal Ball. I’ll call them right here. I might even set a little dance floor here. Just… us.” And Haechan looks at you. 

Who wouldn’t fall for his eyes? For his smile? For his genuineness? 

Because you? 

You had fallen way deeper than you know. Way deeper. 

“Royal Ball, huh.” You kept your smile to yourself, acting nonchalant as you nod, heaving a small sigh as you let your eyes rest, reminiscing the feeling of him beside you. “Since when did you like someone?”

“I don’t know.” Haechan doesn’t even hesitate a second, as he’s a person who doesn’t hold back in telling how he felt, and feels. “I think it was something the like of love at first sight. I’ve always seen them around, but then when I was getting punished by a teacher in a hallway— Heavens, the sun lit through the walls of the castles and landed on their face… they are godly.” 

Your mind runs back to the time you and Eunyi walked past him when he was kneeling and asked to hold five thick books outside in the hallways, and it made your heart beat faster.

Anticipation goes over your doubtfulness, and you think maybe, just maybe, it is you. You hope it is you. 

Royal Ball wasn’t the ball you imagined it to be. You thought it’d just be some small gathering of royalties and their families, but it actually was something bigger. So you had to exert more effort in hiding your sneakers under your dress, avoiding anyone who took notice of your overly confident strides.

Your eyes only keeps finding one particular head once you step foot on the big room, your lips still fighting a smile as you tried calming yourself down.

“y/n, can you please get in here?” Your mom’s voice booms on your ear as you shake your head to reality, smiling at them as you approach your mom and dad with two familiar people.

“Mom, Dad.” You smile, getting into your mom’s embrace as you bow at the guests, “Queen and King Lee,” They return the greeting with a small bow and a smile.

“Princess y/n.” They chimed, looking proudly at you. “I can tell you’ve put extra effort into your look today,” Oh heavens, was it that obvious? Haechan’s mother squints her eyes at you teasingly, exactly like the eyes of your beloved.

“Yeah, actually, I am anticipating something by the end of tonight,” You truthfully answer, earning you small oh’s and hmm’s from your parents and Haechan’s parents.

“Well then, we wouldn’t want to be the barrier to this something tonight, would we?” Haechan’s mother pats her husband’s arm, giggling. “You should go and enjoy tonight.” 

“Then I’ll get going. I hope you enjoy tonight too,” You smile, but right before you turn to walk away, they stop you.

“Right, lovely, just one more thing. Have you seen my boy?” Your eyebrows perk at the mention, shaking your head.

“Didn’t he come with you?” 

“He came way earlier than us, said something about preparing priorly about some—- oh,” Haechan’s father stops mid-sentence, and only do you realize what he realized a moment later.

“Oh please, no,” You chuckle, lightly waving your hands in front of your face. You had to reject every advances their statements had to bring regarding their son until they had finally let you go after a few minutes, Haechan’s mother winking at you.

“Damn, when is he going to ask me?” You mutter, eyes still looking around as you dragged your gown around for someone. “Oh, Eunyi!” Rather than who you were looking for the very first second, your bestfriend catches your eye and you run to her, preparing to bombard her with questions because for all you know, she didn’t want to come to the ball. “I though—-”

“y/n, I’m really sorry. I have somewhere to go, I’ll find you later!” After giving you a hug, she comes running out of the ballroom to who knows where, leaving you the most confused as you found a seat, giving up on finding Haechan. 

When you’ve had your third glass of juice for the day, you finally feel your bladder slowly getting full, disappointedly walking out of the ballroom to the bathroom nearby. After doing your business do you see yourself pouting in the mirror.

“God, what was supposed to be the happiest night, turned out to be tiring.” You hiss, “If you don’t find me Haechan, fine. I’ll go there myself.” You jump at your idea, carrying the useless gown as you sprinted in front of the garden. “Finally.” 

It was just like last time, the time when you went here with Haechan. 

Peaceful. And it was more peaceful at night. 

The moon shined brightly against the window roof, and even served as the light more than the lampposts inside the garden. You slowly made your way to the bushes, careful not to make a noise to be able to surprise him. But as you step closer to the bushes… there was music playing. Steps filling the music. 

You knew.

Step. Slide. Step. Slide. Step. Slide. Step. Slide— Waltz. 

Hildegard Knef’s Fur Mich, Soll’s Rote Rosen Regnen.

Exactly what you had the song in mind when you want someone to slow dance you under the moonlight.

Now you’re watching the love of your life create your wishes with somebody else.

What had gone wrong? Wasn’t it you? When did Haechan and Eunyi even meet? When did they even fall? 

And it hits you.

Ah, it was always there. It has always been there. 

You were just too busy feeding into your own fantasy what your brain and heart wants. It had never been you and Haechan. It has always been him and Eunyi, and then there’s just you.

The moment Haechan felt, it was just between him and Eunyi, and then in the sidelines was you.

As you watch them through the small gap between the bushes, you could only suffer in the void as you swallowed all the whining and the sobs of the pain your heart felt. 

And for the last time, you mutter the words you have always prayed for to whoever was in the heavens.

“Please don’t be in love with someone else…” As you cried in pain, muffling your hopeless sobs with your hand. “Please don’t have somebody waiting on you…” Like a chant spilling out of your lips, you hoped some magic will do its work. 

But nothing beats the enchantment both Haechan and Eunyi was feeling right now, foreheads together as they swayed through the smooth melody the song gave, eyes closed as they feel each other’s warmth and presence under the moon. 

And again, it hits you. These words you have always prayed to the above have backfired at you—- somebody else? There was no you in the first place. 

There was no you in his love story. Haechan was never in love with you. 

And so, he indeed didn’t fall for someone else— you.

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Hi friend! <3 on the subject of 3 card spreads, do the cards have anything notable to say about anything related to my mental space/ my impending visit home? 👀 and if that’s too specific just about, idk, the state of my life in general… I don’t know much about Tarot but I’m curious to learn!

Someone is lurking in the shadows, waiting to fuck you up.

First card: Eight of Pentacles

Boy do you have your work cut out for you. The eight of pentacles signifies a coming time of hard work, and not just working: trying to do the best job you can, so no slacking off. There's a chance things might get complicated, forcing you to put all of your focus and skill into solving whatever issues come up. Don't forget that you have people there who support you, and will gladly help you if you remember to ask.

Second card: Ten of Cups

Everything's coming up Tragedeigh! The ten of cups is all your wishes fulfilled, when it comes to home and family life. You feel safe, loved, fulfilled-- a real "happily ever after," but with none of the pining for your lost boyfriend for twenty years. This is a beautiful time for you, and you should take time to truly appreciate it while you have it.

Card three: The Fool (reversed)

"But watch out," as the meme says. The Fool is a young man happily starting out on a journey into an exciting new world, not even realizing that he's about to walk off a cliff. You're finding yourself-- because of your own careless actions or because of bullshit happenstance-- in a dangerous situation where people can, and want to, take advantage of you. Go on your journey, but be wary of people who don't have your best interest in mind, and keep your head out of the clouds.

Trad, things are good for you right now, so good that maybe you've been cruising through your days high on life and not noticing that you're heading into trouble. You know that the road ahead (visiting home, working on your mental health) is going to be challenging, requiring your best effort. You think you've already thought of everything that can go wrong, but there's something-- someone-- that you've overlooked that can throw a wrench into the whole works. As you're running to your destination, who's casually sticking their foot out to trip you up?

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It‘s a me, Cissio, sliding into your askbox.

Pencil, nano, tw, characters s‘il te plait

Avec plaisir! 😁 (Honestly, I'm learning French for almost 300 days now and I still had to look that up! WTF, Duo? Why do I know how to say 'The cow eats an apple' but not 'Gladly!'? 🤨) Absolutely stunning slide, btw. 😆

Back on topic.

pencil: where do you do most of your brainstorming? In bed. 😆 I plot out my stories solely in my head, I don't make any notes because writing something down dampens my passion for a plot. So when I hit a dead end I close my file and go to bed. The darkness helps me let the film in my head roll. ^^

nano: have you ever participated in nanowrimo? I have! It's been more than ten years ago but I did participate once. That kind of pressure isn't helping me though, so I won't take part again. What I wrote during Nano back then was so bad that I couldn't use it. 😂

tw: what's the darkest theme covered in one of your wips? I only have one wip and there it is torture, sixteen days of torture. Or maybe it is the motivation behind it? The urge to take revenge? The willingness to torture somebody to get to the person you really want to have? Something along those lines... ^^

characters: is there something you always incorporate into your characters? if so, what is it? (If N/A, then what is your favorite character trait?) I have some pretty strong headcanons for Severus that I always incorporate into him. But somehow I don't think that the question means headcanons since the alternative talks about character traits. Hm... I'd say, in every character that I write is a part of me. Although I try to stick as close to the canon depiction of the characters as possible I'm sure it is impossible to not put a part of yourself into each and every character you write. Sometimes it's the "good" traits, sometimes it's the "bad". Sometimes they act as I wish I was able to act, sometimes they act as I wish I'd never have acted. Sometimes they meet the kind of person I would have needed and are able to embark on it, sometimes they are as cowardly as I am and just don't dare risk it. But in everything I write is a part of me and sometimes I'm scared someone manages to put all of these parts together.

I hope that was a fitting answer to that question, at least to some degree. XD In case it wasn't: Severus's sarcasm. I love it. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! :D

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

— — — — —

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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[iwalc]

Surprise- Brian May x Reader

It was late. You sat on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful, incredible life. 2 years ago, 3 years into your marriage with Brian, you decided to have a child, a token of your love for each other. It was a rough start. There were numerous times where it didn't work at all, other times when you peed on the stick, soon after seeing a positive test, the excitement was immense and when you told Brian he got so excited, all of this to then be broken by the news of miscarriage. It broke the both of you but somehow you still managed to carry on. And for the reward of not giving in you could finally tell Brian once again that you were pregnant, and that time, all went well. In August 1980 you could finally give birth to a bouncing baby girl. It was a strange feeling, suddenly the gravity of your universe shifted and everything revolved around this tiny human, the beautiful Amanda that you and your husband, the love of your life had created and would cherish forever.

You had Brian, your beautiful girl Amanda, you had a beautiful and warm atmosphere you could call home, and there was nothing more that you wanted in life. Until a few months ago.

Your husband had started to secretly give you hints until he finally sat down with you and spat it out.

"Love?" he called silently since Amanda was sleeping, from the living room as you were in the bathroom catching up some laundry. "Yes, gorgeous" you answered just as you accomplished the task at hand. "Could you come here for a minute, there is something I'd like to talk to you about", "Ofc, I'll just wash my hands first". You thought about it as you washed your hands in the warm water. It must be something that's been on his mind for a while since whenever it's something ordinary he just spits it out, out of nowhere. You were curious.

When you walked towards the living room you saw him sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands. This worried you quite a bit. "Hey, what's up?" you asked as you sat down next to him, your hand automatically landing on his thigh. "I uh, I... There is something that's been on my mind" he started, looking down at his feet signalling his nervousness. "Well, I figured, I've noticed there's been something on your mind lately, but I didn't want to push you into talking with me if you didn't feel ready to." you gently said as you squeezed his tight gently. "I haven't found the right time to tell you and talk to you about it" he continued. "I want to know what's on your mind, love" you answered, really wanting to know. He turned his head to look at you for a moment, his curls falling off his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want me to just spit it out or with some background information?" he asked chuckling a bit, "Do you think background information will be necessary?" you asked him smiling while adoring his beautiful features. His hazel, soft eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his jawline, his beautiful dark curls framing his gorgeous face. "No, not really. I uhm", "Brian, love, I know you are nervous but it's just me, spit it out", "I want another baby Y/N" he blurted out, waiting worriedly for your reaction, a small smile daring to tug at his lips. You were quite shocked, to be honest, it wasn't what you thought your husband had been thinking so much about. "You know Amanda is growing quickly, she's almost 2 years old now and I uhm, it would be nice to give her some company and" he didn't get to finish his explanation because of you interrupting him with a kiss. Taking him by surprise.

It was a brilliant idea. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You pulled back from the passionate kiss, seeing his chocked state made you laugh. He smiled at you, adoration poured into the gaze that reached your face. "I'd love to expand our family and have another child with you!" you squeaked, flying into his arms, which in turn led to chuckles escaping Brian's throat. The sound filled your heart and once again you thought about how perfect your life had become. You were so in love with everything, but most importantly Amanda and Brian.

The way he got so excited. The way his hazel eyes got deeper with adoration and excitement. The way his smile reached his eyes. The way he hugged you, telling you how happy you made him, how in love he was with you and to share his life with you. The way he existed. Your heart ached with love for this man.

And that day, it was set, you were going to try for a new baby. It wasn't always easy, already having a child to take care of, as well as Brians sometimes strange working schedule. However, to you, it was quite obvious it had worked. You were experiencing some symptoms, which reminded you of your first pregnancy: Absent period, hormonal imbalance, tender breasts, bloated, nausea in the mornings. Even Brian noticed some changes:

You had just gotten out of a late-night shower and were just going to change into your pyjama shirt when Brian suddenly commented something you found very strange. "Love, have you been missing your period?" he blurted out. This was something you never ever thought he'd ever think of, never the less keep track off. You turned around to stare at him, "Yes, in fact, I have, why?". "No, I was just thinking, I reckon you told me last month that we had to buy more pads and tampons til' this time, but neither of us has bought any and you have been feeling quite fine compared to how you use to feel when the time of the month comes around." he said like it was nothing, you just starred at him incredulously, at awe of the attention he had paid. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as his face fell. "No, no you didn't. I'm just amazed by the attention you pay to those kinds of things. I wasn't prepared for the question nor the explanation for it." you said and chuckled as you dragged the shirt over your head. Walking to the bed you smiled to yourself, wow, what a man. As you buried yourself under the quilt, snuggling up to Brian who gladly put his arm around you he blurted out another incredulous comment. "I also can't help to notice that your breast has gotten bigger". You laughed at the comment. "I don't know if they're bigger, but tender they definitely are. How do you notice all of these things?" you couldn't help but ask as you looked up at him. "Well, I don't know, I guess I just do. And I've known you for about ten years now, and we've been together for almost eight of those. I would like to say I know you very well" he stated. "Well yes, you definitely do, and I love you for it!" you said as you reached up for a kiss, he chuckled a bit and smiled into the kiss.

Brian didn't ask anything after that, you know he had his suspicions but neither of you wanted to get the hopes up too early, regarding all of the tries before Amanda. However, after emptying your stomach one morning, you decided that it would be time to take a test. Brian couldn't be with you this time since he had work at the studio that had to be done, and since Amanda was spending time with her grandparents, Ruth and Harold, you figured it would be a perfect time. Since Brian wasn't home, nor did he know you were going to take a test, you decided to keep it a secret until you knew the result and decided to take it from there.

You had pregnancy tests laying around in a draw in the bathroom. You took one, peed on it, and while waiting for a result you went to eat some breakfast. Coming back to the bathroom to look at the test, you suddenly became very nervous, you really wanted it to be positive! You would hate to break the news to Brian, telling him that it was negative and that the symptoms had been a result of something else. You took a deep breath and grabbed the test. You slowly turned it around, feeling the nervousness clearly increase. All the fear suddenly washed away, it was positive.

Suddenly you felt all the emotions in the world all at once. Tears started to drip from your eyes as you smiled like crazy. The excitement was a fact which resulted in several exited screams and runs throughout the house. If anyone could see you they'd probably think you'd be crazy. But you didn't care because you were the happiest. You had more than you would ever wish for.

Before taking the test you were thinking about waiting to tell Brian until you've seen a doctor etc but now, there was no way you could make that happen. You tried not to call Brian at the studio to tell him. Instead, you rushed to the phone and decided to call Ruth and Harold.

It felt like it took forever before anyone picked up the phone. "The May household" you heard Harold answer. "Hi Harold, it's Y/N, how are you?", "Hello Dear, I'm fine thank you, how are you?" he asked, he sounded happy, it warmed your heart. You contemplated whether telling them or waiting. Apparently, you had been quiet for too long, "Is everything alright?" he seriously asked. You hesitated a bit, "Yeah, I uhm I think so", "You doesn't sound too sure about that dear, would you like to talk to Ruth?", "That would be nice, thank you, Harold". Harold was a great grandad and a wonderful father in law, however, you had always had a better connection towards Ruth.

You heard Harold calling for Ruth and some muffled noises. "Hello dear!" you heard Ruth's voice cheering through. "Hello Ruth, how are you? And Amanda?" you gently asked, not really levelling with her enthusiasm. "Oh I'm fine dear, thank you for asking. Amanda just ate some soup, so she's full and satisfied" she laughed. "That's great! I hope you're all having a good time and that she's behaving" you chuckled. "Oh dear, don't worry, she's the best!" you chuckled as an answer. "Now, Y/N, will you tell me what's wrong?", "I uhm, I was wondering if I could pick Amanda up a bit earlier than planned? Like today?", it was quiet for some time before she answered. "Oh, well yes of course you can! Is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, I don't think so at least" you chuckled, "I just want her home for tonight when Brians getting home.", "Y/N, I'm sorry but I can see right through you, there is something on your mind.", "Well yes, there are, I just don't know if I want to tell you before I tell Brian.", "Oh" and with this, you knew she understood. "Ok, I think you know by now anyway, I uhm, I'm..... pregnant, and I wanted to" you didn't get to finish your sentence because there was a scream on the other end and it made you laugh. "Oh my heavens, Congratulations!! I am so happy for you two!" she almost screamed. "Don't get too excited Ruth, it's still pretty early" you voiced your fears. "Oh dear, I understand your fear, I really do, but it will be alright in the end, I promise!", at this you got emotional, tears started to stream down your cheeks and you sniffled, "Oh love, It will be alright! We'll pack Amandas things and then we'll be right over, okay?", "Okay" you sniffled, "Thank you Ruth!", "No worries dear!", "Ruth before you begin packing things up, you don't have too, you can have her back tonight or tomorrow if you want.", "That sounds nice if it's alright with you two, but I guess you would appreciate some time alone to talk and everything, so we'll happily come and pick her up tomorrow again!", "That sounds great, I know she loves being with you two! I won't hold you up any longer, see you soon then", "Yes darling, see you soon!"

You took a deep breath. Wow. This was a rollercoaster.

You were so happy and so appreciative for Ruth and Harold. Brian and Harold haven't always been on great terms but the last year things have been amazing between them and both Harold and Ruth have always been amazing towards you. They are great, amazing! And there is no wonder why Brian is so great.

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You were in the bedroom and looking for a specific body that Amanda had, knowing that Brian would know exactly when he saw it, when you heard knock on the front door. You quickly ran downstairs and opened to great your baby and parents in law.

"Hi," you both said at the same time as you opened the door. Ruth walked inside first and greeted you with a big smile, embracing you in a hug only a mother could. "You look great!" she happily said as her hands went to your cheeks, you chuckled a bit "Thanks, I don't feel great" you laughed, hoping not to get further questions. Harold stepped inside and handed you your baby girl, oh you had missed her. "Hi baby," you said in a squealing voice before showering her in kisses, making her laugh. Harold walked up to you, and to your surprise leaned in for a hug, he's not a hugging person normally, you gently hugged him and received a happy congratulations wish. "I'm happy for you both," he said, "Thank you so much, Harold," you said and gave him a joyous smile, just as you also felt tears streaming down. "Oh wow, I'm a mess" you laughed as you brushed the tears off. "No worries dear, I was the same when I was expecting Brian" she laughed and Harold agreed, not pleased with the recall of memories. You all broke down in laughs.

You welcomed them inside and as always they made themselves feel at home as you served some tea and biscuits. Ruth was playing with Amanda on the sofa. "Has she taken her nap today?" you asked as you saw how Amanda started to get cranky and sleepy. "No she hasn't, she was about to fall asleep in the car on our way here but we thought it was better to keep her awake so she could sleep here.", "Maybe we should go take a nap, baby girl," you said as you approached them on the sofa. Suddenly, Harold stood up, "I can take her to nap, if that's ok?" he asked, "Yes of course," you said as you walked and picked Amanda up and handed her to Harold. "I'll be upstairs with the bottle in a minute," you said as you walked to the kitchen to prepare the bottle.

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Amanda was happily asleep upstairs and Ruth and Harold had just left. However, before they left they handed me a little box and you thought that now would be a good time opening it. Inside you could see a yellow shirt, in Amanda's size. When you unfolded the soft material you saw the cutest thing. The shirt had "Promoted Big Sister" embroidered on the front. You chuckled slightly as an idea about how to reveal the news to Brian popped up in your head.

This will be perfect.

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Amanda was seated in her chair as you finished up the rest of the dinner. For the occasion, you had made Brians favourite dinner.

You had been so distracted by the food that you hadn't heard Brian coming home. You only noticed when Amanda squealed when she saw him entering the large kitchen. You turned around and was treated by a sight that could melt your heart a thousand times over. Brians had picked her up and were showing her with hugs and kisses, making the baby girl let out belly laughs. You felt how you were about to cry but quickly turned around again to brush them away.

Brian put Amanda back in her chair for a moment and approached you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips brushed against your neck and kissed your temple. "Hi" you gently voiced. "Hello, love," he said and kept kissing your cheek. "It smells delicious," he said and placed one last kiss on your ear. "It's your favourite," you said and put down the spatula to turn around and greet him properly. "I noticed, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your waist. "nothing special" you lied. "How was your day?" you asked as you leaned in for a hug, hugging his waist, his hands brushing your back. You could smell his cologne, feel his arms tightening around you. "It was okay, nothing special," he said, his voice low. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. One of his hands stroke some hair behind your ear to then cup your cheek. "How was your day? And why's Amanda home, shouldn't she be at my parents?", "They came to visit earlier and I wanted her home, but she's going back tomorrow," you said as you adored his face. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was like nothing else, your whole body tingled. You felt the excitement again.

The dinner was nothing special. Brian kept complimenting the food, which warmed your heart. Throughout the whole dinner, you just kept adoring the little family you have and the excitement to reveal that one more was on the way kept getting stronger and you were growing impatient.

Amanda played with a rattle toy while you and Brian both cleaned up after the dinner, stealing hugs and kisses here and there.

When the kitchen was done cleaning you honestly felt exhausted, and Brian, being the wonderful husband he is, sensed that. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead as he hugged you. "You go sit down and relax and I'll take care of Manda" he said and kissed you again. "Thank you" you whispered.

Brian kissed you once more and walked excitedly towards Amanda, "Come here baby girl, it's time for jammies" he said as he picked her up and threw her up in the air, making her laugh once again. You felt at peace and happy as you saw them giggling, making their way down to the nursery.

It was getting quite late. You sat down on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful incredible life. And the excitement for the news Brian is left to find out is very much evident.

You couldn't focus on reading the book, you just sat there biting you lip slightly and listening to what was happening in the nursery. You heard Brian talk to Manda and her giggles. Until it all stopped.

Silent took over the house, the only thing you could hear was Mandas joller and the fire in the fireplace.

"Love?" Brian called for you. You didn't answer, you wanted to see his reaction without you interfering to early. "Y/N" he almost shouted. Silence took over again.

Apparently, he grabbed Amanda and the shirt he had discovered and worked to the living room. "What is this?" he said, trying to hide his excitement if it weren't true. "It's a new shirt I bought for Manda" you chuckled. He looked so confused. His eyes went from looking on Amanda, to the shirt, to you. "What?" he blurted out, confusion written all over him. You rose up from the sofa and approached him. He had put Amanda down on the floor as he inspected the shirt.

You walked towards him and when there was almost no space between you he looked up at you, studied your expression. You smiled and took the shirt out of his hands and folded it and put it on the table. You walked up to him again and smiled. He tilted his head a bit, once again showing his confusion. You took his hands and brought them up to kiss them and then placed them gently on your lower stomach to get the message through. He caught on immediately. His eyes widened and he let out a breath. "Ooh my lord" he breathed as he adjusted his hands slightly, his gaze fixated on your belly. You chuckled and once again felt tears forming in your eyes. "I'm pregnant, Brian" you said smiling as the tears ran down your cheeks. He looked up at you and a smile spread across his face, "Really?" he asked as he looked at you. "Yes, I took three tests and all of them was positive".

Brian moved his hands and embraced you in a loving, comforting hug. His head was placed in the curve of your neck, his hands wrapped around you, your hands on his back, feeling his warmth, feeling the soft curls against your cheek. What you discovered next melted your heart. You heard sniffles coming from Brian.

You broke the embrace and looked at him, your hands holding his cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the tears, as more tears streamed from your eyes. You both were crying out of happiness, and soon enough you were both laughing. Brian held your waist, "Oh boy I love you!" he said as he laughed and kissed you. "I love you more" you gently said, looking into his hazel eyes. "Thank you" he then said as a wave of more tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. "I.. I don't even know what to say. I love you so much and there is no other I'd want to share my life with. You make me happy, you're keeping me on track, you are my universe. I love you so much and I am so grateful for you! You have given me the best gift of live already once, and now again. I... I'm speechless. I love you so much! And I am so excited" he laughed. "I am so excited. Im so excited for all that the future has to bring us. To see Amanda grow up, to see this little bean grow" he placed his hands on your stomach, "I love you, so much!" he started to cry again. This hit you hard. How did you end up with this fantastic man? If only you could show him how much you meant to him so he could really understand.

"Baby, I love you! So much! And I am so happy. I have more than I could ever have asked for. I have a wonderful husband, who's also my best friend. You cheer me up when I'm down, you comfort me when I'm sad, you laugh with me when I'm happy. I am so glad and grateful that I get to share my life with you too. I love you so much it hurts!" you said and kissed his swollen, red lips to then hug him tight.

You were so excited for what the future would bring. You would never want to do this with anyone else. This was perfect.

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I hope you liked this one! I surely do! If you guys want maybe I could build this story further, maybe to follow them throughout the pregnancy or something? Let me know what you think!

[egcdeath]

checkmate

summary: you’ve always refused to lose, and love was no exception. (gone girl-ish au)

pairing(s): ransom drysdale x dark!reader, a special mystery guest ;) 

word count: 3.7k

warnings: 18+ because of heavy themes! faked death, framing of crimes, manipulation, alluding to sex, alluding to cheating, terrible relationship dynamic, very loose usage of the word crazy/psychotic, implied mention of self harm, brief choking & slapping (in a non sexual way lol), pregnancy trapping (idk if thats the right term), the reader is a very bad human being, overuse of italics  *please let me know if i’m missing any warnings!

author’s note: this is my 2nd submission for @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k soft dark challenge, i decided to make the reader dark >:) but ransom is also not a good person. I used these prompts: “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.” & The town golden *girl isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks.

this is definitely the most unhinged thing i’ve ever written, but blame @literate-lamb for making me write this because when i pitched this to her and said that i’d probably never write it, she enabled me. 

okay that's enough from me. join my taglist if you want :D

“I know women whose entire personas are woven from a benign mediocrity. Their lives are a list of shortcomings: the unappreciative boyfriend, the extra ten pounds, the dismissive boss, the conniving sister, the straying husband. I've always hovered above their stories, nodding in sympathy and thinking how foolish they are, these women, to let these things happen, how undisciplined. And now to be one of them! One of the women with the endless stories that make people nod sympathetically and think: Poor dumb bitch.” Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

Your whole life, you’d considered yourself a competitive person. Constantly overcompensating for one thing or another, whether it was the chronic desire to achieve perfection that had been installed in you since you were a little girl, or your persistent internalized sense of inadequacy. You realized early on that it was much better for you to win than for you to lose, no matter the physical, emotional, or mental cost of the prize of perfection.

For the most part, this mindset worked out for you. You graduated as Valedictorian from your high school, neared the top of your graduating class at Harvard. God knew you earned it, all those tears you shed into overpriced textbooks, all the popping of unprescribed Adderall, and robbing yourself of the parties and social events that the rest of your peers gladly indulged in. 

You were just different, which was why you gained a job nearly immediately after your exit from school, quickly climbing to the top at the Blood Like Wine publishing company after only a few years of being there. 

And one night, at the party celebrating the release of A Thousand Knives when you laid your eyes on Hugh Ransom Drysdale, the grandson of your boss, you knew that you needed to have him. Rich, hot, a bit of an asshole. You deserved to finally complete your image, and that socialite flavored eye candy seemed to fit the part perfectly. Luckily for you, he was desperate. It only took a few tugs on your dress’ V-line, and a number of knowing smirks to find yourself being finger-banged in his family manor’s bathroom.

From there, you wormed your way into his life. Leaving belongings at his place as an excuse to come back, and offering booty calls in the middle of the night. Ransom must’ve been much more desperate than you originally thought, as it really only seemed to take one night of stroking his hair while he vented about his family to make him want to be with you. Men with mommy issues were always so easy. 

Except, he wasn’t that easy. The longer you got to know Ransom, the more fucked up you realized he really was. He had no boundaries at all, became jealous and enraged at the drop of a pin, and occasionally told you things that made the hairs on your arms rise. 

This of course all came to a head after the night of Harlan’s 85th birthday party. When the news broke of his tragic death, you’d immediately known it was the works of your Hugh. If your intuition wasn’t enough, his confession in the shower, where he’d demanded you take off your clothes to display that you were without a bug, certainly was. 

You were completely devastated. The man that you’d invested so much into for years had thrown both his and your reputations down the drain in just a matter of hours. Of course, you felt bad for Harlan too. He was a good guy (when he wasn’t instigating a family fight).

Still, you showed up during the funeral in your best mourning clothes and dawning your biggest crocodile tears. You rubbed Linda’s back while she mourned the loss of her father, and the new truth about her husband. You played dumb when interrogated by some Southern private investigator, even giving Ransom an airtight alibi. You testified on his behalf in court with enough conviction to grant you an Emmy. 

You’d gotten so far, devoted so much energy into him, that you simply refused to lose now. 

To your friends, you’d seemed to lead a near perfect life. Dream job, dreamy boyfriend, dream bank account, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you just didn’t know what. 

It dawned on you while sipping mimosas at the country club, Ransom playing tennis with his friends just a few yards away from you while Danielle showed off her brand new engagement ring, a .59 Carat Asscher Diamond, that if you heard her speak of again, would probably make you lose your shit.

You zoned out as she droned on and on about the shape, and how Matt proposed to her in their own private room in one of the most exclusive Parisian restaurants, instead focusing on how you could find yourself in the same position as that airhead next to you. In all honesty, you couldn’t stand the idea that someone was doing better than you, let alone someone in your own social circle. Dani got all the bragging rights of being engaged to the heir of some tech giant, being the first in your friend group to get eloped, and worst of all, Matt wasn’t even making her sign a prenup. 

You blankly watched Ransom from afar, taking occasional sips from your sweet drink, while you thought of how you deserved all of that and more, and you were going to get it one way or another. 

——

It didn’t take much to come up with something, your first and most obvious plan being to simply ask Ransom when he was going to propose to you. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you’d tried to approach him about this subject, you just wondered if maybe this time things would be different.

Panting heavily after a rather rough night in bed, you rolled off of your boyfriend’s chest and gave him a messy, yet sincere kiss. You knew your man well, and if there was any time to pop the question, it was in his post-nut haze.

“Baby,” you said breathily, “I wanna ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he responded casually, glancing over at you. 

“When’re you gonna propose to me?” you hummed.

Ransom groaned and shook his head, rolling his eyes, “this is about Matt and Dani, huh?” he tutted, then extended a hand out to your warm cheeks so he could gently caress one with his thumb. “Thought we agreed marriage is just a piece of paper and it’s stupid.”

You huffed in response.

Of fucking course.

“I never said that,” you muttered, setting a hand on his broad chest. “Besides, it’ll be good if you get pissed and decide to like, kill your dad or something. Y’know, spouses don’t have to testify against each other in court.”

Ransom chuckled as if this whole thing was funny, like your feelings were some kind of sick joke to him. “You know my lawyers, babe. They could prove that bees don’t make honey. That bears don’t shit in the forest. I appreciate your attempt, though. This has been some really nice pillow talk.” 

“Whatever,” you muttered, pinching his nipple in retaliation before turning your back to him and yanking the blanket onto your side. 

You weren’t sure why you were so surprised that he was being stubborn, most of the time you felt like you were pulling teeth from the man. But that’s why you had a backup plan! You always had a backup plan. That’s what separated you from your boyfriend. Where Ransom was extemporized and impulsive, you were calculating and prudent. 

Although you devised your plan that very afternoon while watching your partner backhand small green balls, you were going to need some time to get everything in order, to prove Murphy and his stupid law wrong in making sure that everything that could go wrong wouldn’t. 

After all, love was a game. And you sure as hell weren’t losing to Hugh Drysdale. 

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You sacrificed too much to have your plans ruined by some trust fund baby with impulsivity issues. You deserved your dream marriage, the stability you wished you had as a child. You wanted the white picket fence, and everything that came along with it. Your desire to be the best, to be perfect was what drove you to poke holes in every condom in the box, what led you to draw liters of your own blood in hopes of staging a fake crime scene, to buy a cheap getaway car and burner phone off of Craigslist, and reach out to a high school boyfriend who you knew was in a position as desperate as you. 

You planted seeds of doubt in your friends throughout the following weeks, feeding them lies about Ransom’s behavior, how you were afraid of telling him that you did in fact see two faint red lines on that damn plastic stick– only half of the statement truly being false–, telling them that he was behaving erratically lately.

It all was going without a hitch. Ransom didn’t seem to notice anything was off, despite your frequent visits to the bathroom and newfound affinity for true crime documentaries. 

You almost felt guilty, knowing the world of pain you were about to throw the man into. Granted, he deserved the pain. You were in a relationship with a genuinely terrible person, and that person had made a conscious effort not to commit to you. You tried to make this easy for him, give him a chance to say a few words to you and slide a ring on your finger, but no, he always seemed to take the hard route.

You slept like a baby the night before you were setting your plan in action. You made sure to uphold the facade of everything being fine, making Ransom a nice breakfast before sending him halfway across town to the hardware store with an oddly incriminating list.

Once he was out of the house, you hurried off to the fridge in the garage where you’d been keeping a small stash of your own blood. It wasn’t pretty, but it had to be done. You poured the blood throughout the kitchen, splattering bits of it on the counters and cupboards. You poorly cleaned the mess, just as he would.

You put your next move in motion, falsifying a home invasion. You tossed over a table and some chairs, throwing books and photos onto the floor, but left some aspects slightly untouched, like an upright picture frame to give yet another hint that things were not exactly what they appeared. 

You left a tiny blue post-it note on the nightstand of Ransom’s side of the bed, a quick and simple doodle of a ring along with the first initial of your name inked onto the tiny piece of paper. 

With that, you were off. Technically missing, soon-to-be presumed dead.

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 The days following your disappearance had gone even better than you’d initially planned. Local news coverage had been all over you, search and rescue groups were assiduously looking for you, your parents had opened a tip line, and begged for you to get home safe on news segments. But the best part of it all was that Ransom had been briefly found himself in police custody, only to be released shortly thereafter. His past of an accused murder quickly made your disappearance even more of a national story, and you watched the whole thing unravel from the safety and comfort of your high school boyfriend, Andy Barber’s Newton home. 

Of course, you fed him the same lies you’d given to your friends, and seeing the rather lonely position he was in, he gladly let you stay with him. You were absolutely having a hay-day with it all, dedicating hours of your day to watching Ransom slowly unravel. Maybe it was a bit sadistic of you to enjoy torturing your partner so much, but he needed to learn his lesson. You deserved better. You needed Ransom to rise up to your level, allowing you to finally complete your image. To let you two appear to be the perfect couple. Really, this was all on him.

Andy, for the most part, had been a good host. He was gone for the majority of the day, dedicating himself to his work while you lounged around on his dangerously cozy couch. Around two weeks into your stay, you were sharing a box of pizza in the living room with your old lover when something interesting on the television caught your eye.

Ransom, broadcasted on CBS, being interviewed on your disappearance. 

You watched with wide eyes as Ransom begged for your return on national television. It was one thing seeing your mother plead for you to come back, the same woman who had installed such toxic behavior in you sob for your return, but Ransom. You’d never loved him more than in that moment.

“Hugh, if you could tell Y/N one thing, what would it be?” the interviewer asked.

Ransom turned, looking straight at the camera, directly into your soul, “Y/N, I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. I need you to come back safely, to see you, to hold you again. I’d give anything in the world for that right now,” he looked down, a tear falling down his cheek. “I can’t live without you in my life, I-”

His sentence was cut off by Andy grabbing the remote, and turning off the TV. You turned your head and frowned deeply at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked with a bit of a pout.

“I just couldn’t stand listening to him talk about you like he hasn’t treated you like shit for the past few years. C’mon, let’s get ready for bed.”

Your blood boiled. Andy was once a means to an end, but now he was interfering. He was clearly much too selfish to see that you and Ransom were quite obviously soulmates. A match made in hell. 

You followed him to bed regardless, curling up on what had been your side of the bed for the past few days, and staring at the wall until Andy’s breaths moved from a soft and rhythmic pattern to loud snores. God, those snores were obnoxious. 

You slipped out of bed and to his dresser, grabbing two soft ties from the drawer, and daintily tying his wrists to each side of the bedpost.

“What‘re you doing?” he mumbled, instinctively yanking both of his wrists as he awoke.

“I’m going back home,” you whispered.

“You can’t be serious,” Andy huffed, tugging on the restraint attached to the headboard.

You shook your head, “I am.”

“I should’ve known. Why would you do something like this? Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in with the law?”

“Do you know how much trouble you’ll be in when the world finds out that you kidnapped me?” you retorted.

This threat seemed to wake him up right away, “what about this was kidnapping? I gave you a nice home, fed you, I didn’t even make a pass at you. I didn’t do shit to you,” he hissed. “You think I can’t prove that? I’m a lawyer, for god's sake!”

You nearly laughed, “Okay, Andy,” you paused for a moment, “As a lawyer, who do you think everyone’ll believe? Someone who the world was on a wild goose chase for in the last two weeks? Or the man with a family history of violence? Must I remind you that your father and your son have killed people?”

Andy shook his head, face pinched in sorrow at the mention of his deceased son, clearly a low blow. “You’re insane,” he muttered.

“Swear to god that you won’t tell a soul what happened here,” you leaned over him, getting right in his face. “Or I promise, Andrew Barber, I will ruin you. You’ll spend the rest of your life behind bars, or disbarred, or whatever the hell I decide to do with you. So keep your goddamn lips shut.” 

You pulled away and he solemnly nodded, not bothering to put up a fight. You loosened the fabric around his left wrist and walked out of the room. You picked up the keys to Andy’s Audi on your way out, checking the time as you adjusted the driver's seat. 

9:45 PM. Fatherhood really changed the man.

You pushed that thought aside and began your drive home, which turned out to be a surprisingly short trip. When you pulled up in front of your home, you were met with a slew of reporters outside of the house, along with a police car that seemed to be permanently camped there.

As you slowly got out of the car, a gasp, followed by a loud silence fell across the crowd. You limped for dramatic effect up the driveway as cameras followed you, and glanced back at them pathetically. From your peripheral view, you noticed the officers get out of their vehicle.

You finally got to your door, ringing the doorbell and waiting. You blinked harshly a few times, conjuring up the tears you needed to really make a spectacle of the event. After a few minutes, Ransom opened the door, eyes widening as he looked at you. He stepped out, and you wrapped him in as big of a hug as you could manage, genuinely missing his embrace. It was possible that you even let out a few real tears in the moment.

Your emotional embrace was interrupted by the man you recognized as Lieutenant Elliott, the same officer who’d been assigned to Harlan’s case. 

“Ma’am,” he began, only to be shut down by you. 

“Please, just let me be with my boyfriend,” you pleaded, crocodile tears streaming down your face as you spoke with the officer. You still needed time to get your story straight.

“Just give us the night, Lieutenant. We’ll come in first thing tomorrow morning,” Ransom added, furrowing his brows at the officer that he’d come into contact with far too many times. 

He looked to his partner, who shrugged, then to you, “enjoy your night.”

Cameras flashed around you as civilians, journalists, and newscasters alike attempted to catch your attention. You grabbed Ransom’s hand and dramatically pulled him inside, insincerely attempting to hide your face by ducking and covering half of your face with your arm. 

As soon as you were in the privacy of your own home, Ransom threw you against a wall. 

“Why. The fuck. Would you pull a stunt like that,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes wild, and a hand around your throat. 

You whimpered as he tightened his grip, rage clearly flowing through his system uncontrollably.

“Do you know what you did to me? You almost had me thrown in fucking jail. Do you understand that?”

You nodded weakly, “Ran,” you whispered, “the baby,” you glanced down at your stomach.

He paused, dropping his grip on your neck and staring at you in awe, “no…” 

You nodded again. 

“How…? You told me you were on the pill… You- you made me use protection…”

“Surprise?” you said weakly. 

“You’re a psychotic bitch.”

“I’m your psychotic bitch. And no child of mine will be born out of wedlock,” you taunted. 

“That’s what this is about?” Ransom laughed manically. “You did this all because I won’t fucking marry you?”

You didn’t even have to respond.

“I should send you to the loony bin right fucking now.”

“What happened to all those things you said to me on TV?”

“You’re fucking delusional. I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. And you will. I’ve had to put up with you and your stupid little antics for way too long. How do you think I felt when you killed your own grandfather?”

Ransom scoffed, throwing his hands up in exasperation, “you are so fucked up.”

“I’m the fucked up one? You killed your own blood in cold blood! You’re unhinged!” 

“You faked your own death for attention, and got pregnant while doing it! Is that baby even mine?”

“The fuck are you trying to say, Hugh?”

“I asked if it’s even mine.”

“Really. You’re accusing me of cheating on you. That’s rich considering Mia, Layla, and whoever the fuck else. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m being ridiculous? You couldn’t have a normal adult conversation with me!”

“Are you kidding me? I asked you time after time to marry me and it was always some bullshit excuse!” you wagged a finger in his face as you spoke. “Oh, commitment scares me, oh, marriage is just a piece of paper, oh-“ you mocked his voice in a deeper tone before you were cut off by the sting of his hand against your cheek.

“Can you shut the hell up?” he growled at you as you held your own cheek, before you reached out and slapped him back, “I can’t believe that I’m stuck with such a deranged bitch for the rest of my life.”

“Maybe work on your vows a little, dear. I don’t think that those words are as charming to me as they’d be to the rest of our family and friends.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned.

“But I am,” you hummed, rubbing your cheek softly once again. “Look at how fast your life fell apart without me here. How quickly the public turned on you. Imagine how upset they’d be if you left me. I love you, Ran. I really do. You and I are perfect for each other, can’t you see that now?”

Ransom took a step away from you, pacing slowly in front of you. He ran a stressed hand through his hair, and took a long and drawn out breath, clearly at a loss for words.

“So when should we have the wedding? I’ve always wanted a Spring wedding, and I know it’s a little short notice, but I don’t want to be showing too much in my wedding dress,” you grabbed Ransom’s bicep gently, as if you were just having a regular old day with him, as if you hadn’t been choked and slapped moments ago. “But we can make it work. We always make it work, right?”

Your now fiancé stared vacantly at the wall ahead of him, giving you a slow, empty nod of agreement. 

“It’s settled then,” you smirked. “I’ll start looking at venues. You find me a nice ring, okay Honey? One that puts all those other bitches’ rings to shame,” you sighed pleasantly to yourself, “I’ve waited a long time for this, sweetheart.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before hurrying up the stairs and into your bedroom. You heard a distant shriek of  “fuck,” from Ransom, but you truly could not care less. 

You hopped into bed, grabbing your laptop from its charger and promptly opening it. You couldn’t help but to smile at your own reflection on the empty black screen. This wasn’t how you imagined your engagement, but you did the impossible. You tied yourself down to Hugh Ransom Drysdale, he went down kicking in screaming, and you were likely in for a lifetime of cheating and resentment, but you did it nonetheless. 

You finally won.  

[jadelynlace]

ink drinker / modern vikings au, Ivar x F!Reader

author’s note: long story short, I wrote this series but used an OFC that I use for most of my longer series. many thanks to @victoria-styles for her suggestion of making it a reader / Y/N story. major plot tweaks as well.

synopsis: Ivar was only meant to be a friend with benefits, but he caught feelings for his older brother’s best friend: you.

pairing: Ivar x Reader

✎

“Not into the million dollar bullshit?” You heard a voice beckon from behind you, stepping forwards with a light to start the cigarette that hung between your Oxford red stained lips.

“Crawling through the depths of hell sounds more pleasant than being here,” You grumbled back through the cloud of grey smoke slipping past your lips. You watched the figure next to you light up his own cigarette, taking note at how his fingers curled around the stick as he laughed with your words. “I’m only here to calm Hvitserk,”

“And he’s not even here,” He said back with a laugh, blue eyes peeking to grab at yours.

“Structure fire across town,” You tell him. “Told him that if he’s so inclined he can bring the truck over here and spray the party with the water,” Ivar laughed at that.

“Fuck, you clean up nice. And I love a woman in uniform,” He teases, smirking as you do too. It went silent for a second between you two, sticks of chemicals on your lips as his eyes did not miss the way your dress hugged at your body, how your stilettos were secured around your ankles. He couldn’t pull his mind back quickly enough before he was imagining them over his shoulders, your lips that curled around the filter and how they might look around his cock. How you were the first person who gave him complete reign over the ink he was going to forever mark your body with.

“Let’s just say I’d rather slice my own tongue off and choke on it than admit to that, actually wearing something other than the blues, and enjoying it,” You groan as the man next to you laughs, a sick snicker coming from his lips and you find yourself smiling too. “But you don’t clean up half bad yourself, Ivar,” You tease back as your eyes catch sight of the roll of his sleeves, how he maneuvers the buttons and pulls the white fabric back to show the first indications of sleeved out arms.

“Where do you want to go?” Ivar asks, taking the cigarette from his mouth to stub.

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t think I fucking stuttered,” He started in challenge. “You said you didn’t want to be here, so where would you like to go?” He asks a quick swipe of his tongue over his lips as he cocks his head to the side awaiting your answer.

“Alright, Ragnarsson, you’re fucking on,” You laugh back, crushing your own stick with the spike of your heel as you follow him.

*

Hvitserk was a man who took most things with a grain of salt, others came with a few shots of whiskey. He had seen the darker side of humanity, and you were right there with him when he did. Your interest in becoming certified for emergency medicine had followed you since your high school graduation, and you were right on the top of the sign up sheet when class enrolled. And you stayed on top when your graduated. Company firings and how it lead to short staffing, moving of some onto better things lead to an opening you leapt on and found yourself paired with a paramedic with blonde hair and a smile that could cause most of the human population to smile back. It did not take long for a friendship to strike up, even outside of the station and the blazing sirens. His humor, his companionship kept you sane, kept the darkness of the horrid calls at bay, you two grew close, quickly.

Even if company policy allowed the romantic attachments between co-workers, you still couldn’t find yourself catching some sort of feeling to Hvitserk. He was a friend, your best, and it was left at that. You trusted him with your life, you’d gladly lay on the stretcher and head into the emergency room as long as he was the paramedic who was treating you.

Sigurd came next in the line of his brothers, an obsession with music, and nothing but the best that world could offer. He had an artistic hand, Hvitserk drove you towards his place of employment for permanent artwork to your liking and that was how you met Ivar. He watched you tip toe through his portfolio, but if Sigurd had talent, then Ivar was a God. You had never seen such movement on skin where he would trace his ink. You didn’t want to pull a design off of the internet and ask Ivar to put in on you, it seemed almost rude, instead you told him where you wanted it, and told him to go crazy. He looked at you in such a way, thinking you were joking. Perhaps too un-educated in the world of tattoos, but you held your ground and he was proud of such a feat.

Work was all too consuming, trying to leave space for time other than the blood pressure cuffs and patient history. You’d spend time out on town with Hvitserk, his brothers soon in tow, a party of their own that they could become. You were shocked Hvitserk hadn’t caught on, that none of them had, how long you had been spreading your legs for Ivar in secret. Petty bantering between the two of you, the others making bets to see whom would kill whom first, but that chatter went towards the foreplay that would follow you two into the bedroom. The most shock you came to realize was how Ivar was always there in the morning—it took a lot of you to convince him to leave, but he always mumbled something about five more minutes just for holding you.

Perhaps it was how your days were spent doused in testosterone, one of the three women of the entire station, entire company, leaving you to be able to handle yourself around men with egos far bigger than the dicks they would carry. That was how you were so seamlessly integrated into the Ragnarsson brother’s, struck up like the sister they never got. That was how Ivar found himself thinking about you far more than a friend with or without benefits would, how tightly you snug around his cock, how you look and sounded when you came for him, how you had pulled more from him than any other woman he had slept with. How you made him feel appreciated and not like a man who needed to navigate himself with his dick to get what women he wanted. How you didn’t toss him to the side after the first fuck. You drove him crazy and he didn’t have the words to admit to it.

“If I hear a grumble from you one more time Ivar, I am going to kick you out of the shop,” Sigurd spoke from his spot at the front desk, thumbing through a magazine of industry products as Ivar hissed a curse at him in reply. “What the fuck is you problem?”

“Y/N,” Ivar answered all too quickly.

“What? She hurt your ego too bad last time we were out? Didn’t stroke it enough to your liking?” Sigurd teased.

“No,” Ivar said. “She didn’t stroke me enough to my liking,” But Ivar said the words far too quickly before he could catch them.

“Are you fucking her?” Sigurd said, sitting up in his chair. “You two are fucking?” He laughed.

“Shut up,” Ivar grumbled, a toss of his pencil flying to grace the space Sigurd was at.

“She cut your dick off? That the issue?” He teased. “Hvitserk’s going to go ape-shit, dude,”

“That’s why we’re not telling him yet, right Sigurd?” Ivar said “Right, Sigurd?” He repeated with an extended finger at his brother.

“How long have you two been fucking—I need to know that, for science, and because I am still in shock. How did you—her? She’s too good for you Ivar, you have to be careful there,”

“Two years,” Ivar remarked and Sigurd nearly fell out of his chair.

“Fuck! You ask her out yet?”

“We’re not talking about this—or telling anyone else, right?” Ivar said again.

“Yes, sir,” Sigurd nodded, a fake salute from his hand as his mind was still scrambled.

“Don’t call me sir,” Ivar snapped.

“Yes ma’am,”

*

You’d never forget the call that came through dispatch a month after you and Ivar had started to screw around more often than fuck buddies would. The address sounded familiar, but Hvitserk was the one who made the connection it was the shop. Ink Drinker was a parlor bathed in black; walls and dark floors that made the rooms look like they never ended. The art displayed belonged to that of Ivar, of Sigurd, of the few others who came and went for their tattoo work. The owner had wooden sculptures of his own to line the spaces, but you had only ever seen the man through his social media.

You feared suddenly something happening to Ivar, or Sigurd, readying yourself for the sight that may hold them there, but it wasn’t them. A patron had passed out to the sight of the needles, sending Ivar to sour his entire mood at the weakness for something he found so simple. His flash of anger changed suddenly when you and his brother showed up, jumping from the rig in full expectance to see either sibling in a bloody mess after fighting to their death.

“I called and specifically asked for Hvitserk Ragnarsson and his partner,” Sigurd teased as the teenager came too, apologizing and still paying Ivar for the appointment he was too scared to cancel.

“I was hoping it would be a trauma call, you finally snapping and kicking Ivar’s ass,” You answered back, smirking at Ivar as he rolled his eyes in distaste. Ivar’s eyes climbed your whole body as you worked, the uniform marking your hierarchy and importance as you took the patient to the hospital. His text message not ten minutes later almost made you head back just to smack him.

“You’re keeping the uniform on next time we fuck.”

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[st-kitten]

Kinda Hot In Here, Innit?

Summary: Aokaga in the hot spring after a game.

Warning: Close to smut (if that's a thing).

Seirin High with their overly fatigued team and Touou High with their hotheaded champions found themselves sprawled in the hot springs after a nail-biting game, more, between the aces of each team. They'd thought that this kind of play only happened the first time when the anxiety of surpassing one's own limits was the most palpable. But, even after a friendly rematch (just to settle the grounds for once), neither of the teams had been able to break each other's spirits. What was anticipated to be a heated conclusion had ended with a nerve-racking tie.

'I can't believe this,' muttered Hyuga, crossing his arms swiftly, creating ripples in the water.

'Hate to agree with you,' said Imayoshi, his narrow eyes squinting ever more than usual.

'Will there ever be a conclusion?' asked Hyuga. No one answered.

'No conclusion, only concussion,' whispered Izuki, earning nothing but eye-rolls and hitched breaths from the men.

'Aomine was perfect as always, isn't that right?' remarked Imayoshi, a glare from Hyuga spiting him.

'Hn,' the bluenette hummed.

'What matters is that we had fun playing, right Kagami-kun?' asked Kuroko, turning toward the redhead leaning against the cool rocks of the spring, eyes closed. He had AirPods stuffed into his ears, his phone lying around on a deck, away from the water.

Kagami didn't say anything, so the team assumed he hadn't heard Kuroko or had dozed off. They resumed talking about the match and its peak points. Much to their disappointment, everyone was too exhausted to drag the conversation and decided to visit the sauna.

'Yes, sauna sounds good,' soughed Kiyoshi, massaging his aching back.

'I can't wait to get out of the water,' complained Imayoshi, getting up hastily and accidentally hitting Sakurai, gaining at least ten apologies at a go.

'Yes, the sauna we go, the better,' said Izuki, instantly getting kicked into the water by Hyuga.

Kuroko looked at Kagami, contemplating whether or not he should nudge his friend, but seeing him relaxed in the water changed his mind and he simply followed the rest of them.

Kagami could barely hear the ambient conversation over the music that played in his ears. No matter his ambitious play, at the end of the day, fatigue took over him and he succumbed to the ache latched onto his body. Somedays, he just wanted to lie in one place doing absolutely nothing. The hot water from the springs had seeped into his tired body, allowing him to let loose and forget about the next course of action. For now, he just wanted to unwind the rigidness in his body. Suddenly, he felt the steam hiss in his ears as one of his AirPods was yanked out. Assuming it fell in the water, Kagami jolted upright hands already in the water attempting to grasp it. He was startled to feel a presence tower him.

'What girly shit is this, bakagami?' He recognised the coarse voice instantly. His rival, his equal, Aomine Daiki stood in front of him, one hand on the waist and the other pressing the AirPod in his ears, the music echoing in both, Kagami and Aomine's ears.

'Tch... Give it back, bastard' grumbled Kagami.

'Don't tell me. You like Taylor Swift?' Kagami could hear the taunt in Aomine's voice.

'I- It's- That's on shuffle. Why do you care anyway?' Kagami replied.

'I don't.'

'Why're you here? Go with the others.'

'No.'

'What do you mean, "no"?'

'Exactly what you heard, bakagami. No.'

'Then go sit in the corner. Don't bother me.'

Aomine smirked at the redhead's remark. He'd seen Kagami's rudeness coming from a mile away.

'Sure,' he said, slowly stepping back and leaning on the deck, a couple of feet away from Kagami. He saw him tense, arms tightening to fight the tension he'd took on himself. The idiot plays too hard sometimes, thought Aomine. He'd long confessed to himself that Kagami was a miracle in making, but seeing him take the journey this hard made him want to smack the man into his place. He knew that the same road Aomine took won't guide Kagami up there, but taking things down a notch wouldn't harm him either.

'At least change the song, will you?' he commented.

Kagami's eyebrows quirked and angrily realising that Aomine still had an AirPod embedded in his ear, he grabbed his phone, pressing "next". The last thing he wanted was to be mocked for having a differing music taste by his "rival". He tossed his phone onto the deck and huffed, massaging his shoulder, which seemed to have gotten a cramp.

[cue Mine by Bazzi]

He watched Kagami struggle to release the strain in his shoulder rather comically. Kagami under the public eye was very perplexed and clumsy.

'Tch, you're only making it worse, baka,' he said, strolling toward Kagami, who rolled his eyes and continued to massacre his already exhausted shoulder.

'Turn around.'

'What?'

'Turn around,' said Aomine, twirling his finger in the air, signalling the redhead to do as directed.

Kagami gulped, trying to determine why he'd been asked to do so.

'Why?'

'I'm going to get rid of that stupid cramp in your shoulder. What else?' answered Aomine. His words hit Kagami like several hundred basketballs and he yelled, blushing, 'What the hell, Ahomine? I don't need y-'

Aomine interrupted his sentence by manhandling Kagami by his waist and spun him around. Kagami gripped the tall stone with his arms, trying not to slip and fall.

'What're you-'

'Shh...' Aomine's voice vibrating behind his ears made Kagami shudder a little. He had run out of excuses and timidly waited for Aomine to pull a trick or two. But, instead, he felt calloused hands press on his shoulders, kneading his shoulder blade tenderly, to his surprise. Kagami definitely was not expecting this.

'You play too hard, bakagami. Take it easy.' Aomine's voice shed the usual mischief and sounded more solemn, something Kagami hadn't heard from the ace who destroyed his opponents like squashing a grape with two fingers.

Kagami scoffed but didn't reply. He wasn't prepared to have that kind of conversation with Aomine. But, he did agree, Aomine's hands had a way to ease the pain in his shoulders and slowly release the knots packed in the muscle. He didn't know why he was enjoying this contact, in a hot spring, with only a pair of boxers on, and with a crowd of people right next to the water, who'd take any chance to tease him were they to see the scene. He soon felt comfortable and let his shoulders fold under Aomine's touch.

Aomine saw and felt him relax and smirked to himself. All Kagami needed was a little push. Or fifty of them. It was then when he finally noticed how well-built Kagami actually was. All those years of hefty practice and grit had served him well. He could feel the sculpted muscles play along with his massage. Kagami's arms, which were propped against the boulder looked even more humongous in the dim light at night. If he didn't know better, he'd also call it hot. Kagami... was hot. Aomine almost choked at his thoughts, but there was no use denying them. As if he wasn't massaging Kagami's nearly naked body by his own will and secretly liking the way he arched his back whenever Aomine ran his thumbs across the redhead's spine. It made him wonder how Kagami would react to being touched in other places.

He was answered rather graciously when Kagami half-sighed, half-moaned as Aomine kneaded a rather rigid spot. More than happy to continue, Aomine chuckled into his ear, 'Glad you're having a good time.'

'Sh-Shut up, bastard.'

'Or what?'

'Or th-' Kagami turned around, temporarily breaking contact with the bluenette, facing him. Aomine simply stretched his arms over Kagami's shoulders and locked his hands behind his neck.

'Yes?' His smirk grew wider at the sight of another blush creeping on Kagami's face.

'What's the big idea, bas-'

'Quite the idiot, aren't you?' Aomine stopped him mid-sentence, inching closer to him.

Kagami halted in his tracks, physically and mentally, feeling Aomine's scent trickling through his nose, dampening his senses. His gaze automatically lay upon Aomine's smirking lips. He licked his own lips reflexively, not knowing why. He was tempted to take a small risk, but like the idiot he was, he simply froze and stared at Aomine's mouth like a deer stuck in the headlights.

'Want to get a closer look?' Aomine whispered, moving as close as he could get without touching the redhead's mouth. He could feel Kagami quiver, goosebumps rising on the neck Aomine had locked his hands behind. Kagami had wanted to reject the boiling urge to slam his lips onto Aomine's, but he got beat to it as he felt soft lips peck his mouth. Like a vintage television snapping shut with monochrome static broadcasting itself, Kagami's mind exploded into pieces and before he could fathom what was happening, he felt Aomine press his lips slightly harder, locking onto Kagami's perfectly, obstructing any escape. Kagami surrendered to the kiss and let himself go with the flow. He kissed him back, and not wanting to stand there like a stick, held Aomine by his lean waist. He could feel the bluenette smirk even when he was engrossed in pecking his lips. Aomine slid his tongue against Kagami's teeth demanding entrance, which Kagami gladly provided. Their tongues waltzed together in sensual sync, eliciting swoons from the two men. Aomine held Kagami's neck, the other hand pushing him against the boulder, their torsos meeting. Aomine's slender front fit perfectly with Kagami's bulky build.

'Hngh,' Kagami groaned and snaked his hands up to the bluenette's locks, gripping his head, wanting to never let go.

Waste this night away with me, you're mine!

Like slippery dolphins, their bodies moved against each other in the water, their hips craving the to and fro a bit too much in their tightened boxers. They could feel themselves respond to the intimacy, but neither wanted to eject the carnal desires out of their minds yet. The gradation of intensity augmented and they kissed each other in a frenzy, bestowing sloppy, wet, and impatient kisses upon each other, hungrily tearing apart the veneer of reluctance.

Aomine was drowning in astonishment seeing Kagami's response and could only strike back stronger. He pressed Kagami once more, letting go of his warm lips and making his way to his neck, letting his animal instinct drive the momentum. Kagami felt himself look up naturally, leaving Aomine a playground to work on. His grip on Aomine's waist grew firmer. Feeling his neck getting sucked on by the alluring man he'd let approach him this way felt a thousand times better than he'd envisioned in the mere seconds of their contact. As a response, Kagami tugged at his hair a little too harshly, making him grunt and pull away. But it didn't last long as they both found their way back to each others' lips, tongues gliding against one another. Long gone were the hesitancy and the rivalry. Aomine and Kagami kissed each other with the same passion they'd played against each other with, which was perhaps, what made them accept each other this way. To the world, it hadn't been more than a few minutes, but to them, it had felt like languorous hours, their hearts beating rapidly, hands in a battle to hold the other tighter, and lips claiming each other their own.

Aomine pulled away, panting ever so slightly, a thread of warm saliva tying the two together. He dared to look at the redhead once and the look he saw in Kagami's eyes drove him wild within an instant. He looked at him with an appetite, a thirst that Aomine instantly recognised as his own. He felt the same, he thought. A tinge of happiness overpowered the sense of relief. Kagami too knew at the back of his mind, that he wasn't an idiot to have thought so.

The distant chatter of Seirin and Touou high dismantled their moment and they pulled away from each other, Aomine putting the AirPod back in Kagami's hands, the ones which had ravished him seconds ago. He climbed out of the spring, holding the thick towel near his waist, covering the blemish implanted by Kagami's fingers. He walked inside the changing room leaving a flustered redhead smiling like a high school girl, controlling the urge to squeal. Kagami let out the breath he'd been holding and shuddered as the crisp air hit his abdomen, getting up and heading toward the sauna to meet up with his team, clutching his phone tight, the song changing to the next.

Kuroko waved at him, not noticing his red cheeks and the fact that all his tension had disappeared. Touou's team burst into the streets, exiting the hot springs, engaging in yet another conversation. Their ace, however, walked behind the group, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, earphones blocking the loud chatter of his teammates, and Taylor Swift musically reminding him of a certain redhead.

The TS song in the fic is Long Live (Pirated Version cuz we're waiting for Speak Now TV).