#leaning forward in their seat or bopping their head along or throwing their hands in the air

[november-babey]

i hope the couple in front of me at the concert last night are having the BEST day

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!ateez reacts: you, their 9th member, getting a special performance in kingdom

💌 This is: Requested | No matter the rank, I'm happy that ATEEZ enjoyed and gave their best until the last stage.

Taglist: @yunhobabygurl @atiny-chocolate-chip @minhyukmyluv @yunhoandonly

Scenario:

Being the only female participant joining a competition with different male groups felt like a lonely battle. Being extremely cautious with the way how you act, talk and behave or else the editors of the show would make you look like you're interested with a member from another group. And that's the least you wanted - dating rumours in the middle of the competition.

"Since Y/N is the only female member in the group" TVXQ's Changmin said, looking at you while holding his cue card. "The experts have granted her a special stage" The boys from different groups let out a chorus of "oh" while looking at you in amazement. "However, since Y/N is a member of ATEEZ, she will be paired or grouped with a member or two from different groups. The final score will be calculated and be distributed within the respective groups of each members." And on the screen behind Changmin flashed different songs to choose from. Ranging from Triple H's Retro Future, Nasty Nasty's Knock, Troublemaker's Now and Baekhyun and Suzy's Dream. With the many songs to choose, it is up to the producers to choose your group members and songs. Unknown to you, one member isn't particularly happy to hear this.

Hongjoong:

Hongjoong has been regulating and monitoring you with your individual schedule. Even though he too has to practice with their next stage, he couldn't help but be distracted now that you've been practicing with BtoB's Peniel and Minhyuk after the producers of the show gave you three the Retro Future stage. Since he is the leader, he will use his authority to tell their manager that no inappropriate choreography or gestures should be done around you and even went as far to tell their stylist to give you costumes that doesn't show a lot of skin.

During rehearsals, even though participants cannot watch, Hongjoong would find his ways to keep an eye on you and his two senior idols. Since he is the leader, his words are the law and the staffs must pay attention to him.

Seonghwa:

He would tag along with you to watch you practice for your special stage, but in reality, he wants to come with you because he doesn't like other men around you. Most especially how he didn't like that you would be doing a Retro Future stage with BtoB's Peniel and Minhyuk. With you around, Seonghwa held on his nice and kind act, cheering and hyping you up while you practice. But when you aren't around, he turns to become cold and emotionless around them. Not even sparing a glance or acknowledging their presence.

Seonghwa would lose it if he sees you wearing short and revealing clothes for the rehearsals. Not only will he see you in those costumes, but other men will too. On the outside, Seonghwa had to get his act together - being the supportive member he is. But on the inside, he is stabbing each and everyone's eyes out.

Yunho:

He would be bopping his head inside the studio as he listens to Knock being played in the sound system with you. After announcing that you would be having a special stage, the producers of the show paired you with iKon's Junhoe and Jinhwan. He didn't like the rules that were placed on you, if only it was possible, he would volunteer to do the special stage with you. Only him.

"I'll leave my phone with you for awhile, gotta go to the bathroom first" You said, placing your phone in front of him as you suddenly rushed out of the studio and into the women's bathroom. While Yunho was left alone in the studio, your phone rang. Yunho, taking your phone in his hands, lowered the volume of the song and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/N! Wait...this isn't y/n..." It was Jinhwan's voice on the other line. Yunho grins, but kept the call on.

"Y/N went to the bathroom. Yunho speaking. Uh..is their something you wanted to tell her?"

"Oh hey Yunho, can you tell y/n that we're waiting for her? Tell her to drop by YG building so we can polish on the choreography."

"Will do!" And with that, Yunho ends the call just as you came back to the studio.

"Who was that?" You asked, sitting back in your swivel chair as Yunho placed your phone in front of you.

"It was Jinhwan, he says that your practice is cancelled."

Yeosang:

Yeosang was extra sarcastic and blunt the day he found out that the producers picked Knock and grouped you with iKon's Jinhwan and Junhoe for the special stage. In the eyes of others, they think Yeosang was just being himself but failed to realize how he does not like the special stage in general at all.

"Lift your leg up" Yeosang says, lifting your thigh by holding it and raising it up to his waist and then running his hand down as per the choreography. Twirling you around and then bending your upper body forward while he thrusts behind you.

San:

San smiled upon hearing the news of you being paired with SF9's Hwiyoung for a special stage in Kingdom, covering Troublemaker's Now. The song was already ringing numerous bells in his head but San kept his smile. But on the inside, he was ready to throw hands and be the only one who can lay hands on you.

And you can only imagine the anger and rage San felt towards the end of Now stage wherein you and Hwiyoung shared a steamy kiss. It did not only shock your members but shocked the rest of the participants at how bold you two have gone. And as all nine of you came back to your dorm, San wouldn't let you sleep the whole night after what he had just witnessed.

Mingi:

Mingi would be in awe at how you have a special stage. Cheering for you and raising his chair high in the air to show his full support. But that was when he didn't fully understood the given instructions to you. And when he finally understood it, he was not happy at all. Not happy at the fact that why did you have to be paired with a different member from a different group when he exists. Mingi would definitely not like the costumes being given to you as well, too short and too revealing.

"Tell me now, now now,

Now, now, now"

As the song reaches the end, Hwiyoung places an arm around your shoulder and you leaned in to place a kiss on his lips, a hand placed on his cheek. Everyone in their seats had their eyes wide open, shocked at what they are seeing. However, Mingi could only glare and wish that time would pass him by quick. Hating to be here already.

Wooyoung:

He doesn't know if he should relax or be stressed upon knowing that you'll be having a special stage. In the end, he made up his mind and became stressed at your special stage news. He accompanied you to JYP for your practice, and while he was waiting for a sexy song to be played on the sound system, he was not expecting that it was a duet stage between you and Stray Kids' Seungmin singing Dream by Baekhyun and Suzy. That whole night, he didn't listen to anything but you two singing that the song was now stuck on his head that he too kept singing it at the most random situations.

"Ah, I sing better. The special stage should have been given to me instead." He mumbles to himself, one night while laying down on his bed.

Jongho:

Jongho didn't like how you and Seungmin got close because of this special stage. In all honesty, he thought he suited best for this stage because his voice is more dreamy and soothing for the viewers. When you aren't practicing at JYP building, Jongho would be accompanying you and practicing with you until the wee hours of the night.

And during the actual stage, Jongho would be glaring at the two of you. Not liking that ChEmIsTRy as people say that was budding between the two of you. He could only roll his eyes and cross his arms over his chest.

[yourdeepestfathoms]

with this unruly heart of mine

in which we all wish our parents reacted the same way as Alcina does when one of her daughters comes out to her

title is from Unruly Hearts from The Prom because it fit

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MERCUTIO

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in. A visor for a visor. What care I What curious eye doth cote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.

Alcina read that line over and over again, but she still had no idea what the hell any of it really meant. She sighed and leaned back into the cushions of her seat. If she kept getting caught up on the literary meaning of every other paragraph then she would never finish this damned book.

She picked up the teacup sitting on the stand beside her chair and took a long sip. The tea was of sweet cinnamon on her tongue. It left a much better taste in her mouth than the rather gross relationship between Romeo and Juliet in this book. If the short amount of time the two knew each other wasn’t bad enough, the age gap made her teeth bare and nose wrinkle in disgust. What the hell was this William Shakespeare guy thinking when he wrote this?

The soft sound of bare feet padding against hardwood brought her back to the surface of complete awareness, her focus shifting away from the book and to the late-night arrival watching nearby.

A certain fly child stood, arm on the doorway. Her hair was shaggy from seemingly just waking up--or maybe she hadn’t slept at all in the first place. Unruly blonde locks were sticking up in various directions around her head, framing her face like an adolescent lion’s mane. The nightgown she wore was a size too big and drowning her thin frame.

The light from the fireplace made her golden-amber eyes look hollow.

“Mother?”

“Yes, dear?”

“May I sit with you?”

“Of course.”

Slower than she’d ever seen her move before, Bela inched her way onto the cushioned chair beside Alcina’s. She pulled her knees up her chest, bare toes poking over the edge of the seat, and Alcina regarded them with a scrunch of her nose.

“What have I told you about going around the castle barefoot?” Alcina chided gently.

Bela didn’t look away from the flickering fire in the fireplace. “I’m sorry, Mother.”

Something was bothering her.

Bela was a rather fickle little thing. Some days, she wanted to tell Alcina everything, every little fact of the new knowledge she had obtained from her books, all the small details of her latest stories or ideas. Other days, she put up walls and gave vague answers to questions prodded into her sensitive skin, curling into herself like a frightened snail afraid of being interrogated. This seemed to be something of the latter, and Alcina made a mental note to tread lightly to avoid upsetting her daughter.

“I don’t understand this at all,” Alcina said, waggling the book in her hands, trying to make small talk with her distressed child. She didn’t want to pry and further put Bela on edge more than she clearly was, but she couldn’t not do something about her bitter mood. What kind of mother would she be if she didn’t at least attempt to help with her kids’ problems?

“I can hardly make heads or tails of anything they’re saying,” she continued, hoping she wasn’t laying it on too thick.

Bela raised her head from her knees slightly. “What book is it?”

“Romeo and Juliet.”

There was a morbid snort. “How coincidental…”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Bela shook her head. “Lemme see. What part are you at?”

Alina pointed out the current line she had reread at least five times over without being able to discern the Shakespearean into modern-day language. Bela, however, looked it over once, scanned the other pieces of dialogue for context, nodded, then explained, “In this scene, Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio are sneaking into a party thrown by the Capulets by wearing masks to disguise themselves. Romeo is upset over Juliet and says he isn’t going to dance. Mercutio then teases him over this and turns all of Romeo’s words into gratuitous sexual metaphors to poke fun at him. Mercutio ends up going on this whole rant about Queen Mab of the fairies, who visits people in their dreams until Romeo and Benvolio cut in to get things back on track. Romeo also kinda foreshadows the entire play at one point. See? Right here: ‘I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels, and expire the term Of a despisèd life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.’ I do believe that is hinting at his eventual fate of death.”

Alcina blinked at her for a moment before smiling fondly and rubbing her head. “Such a smart girl,” she cooed. “I could have never gotten that out of this .”

Bela smiled, but then it quickly disappeared, and she leaned back into her chair, curling up and watching the fire once again.

Now Alcina was really concerned. Bela was never one to let go of praise and affection so easily. Usually, she savored it a bit longer before moving onto something else, but here she was, brushing off Alcina’s words and touch as though they were nothing.

Something was very, very wrong.

However, before she had the chance to take the risk and attempt to ask questions, Bela spoke up.

“Have you ever been in love, Mother?”

Surprised, Alcina asked, “And what brought this up?”

Bela shrugged, not making eye contact. She kept looking at the fire as though she wanted to throw herself into it. Her voice was small, so small. “Just curious.”

“I see,” Alcina nodded. She looked up, thinking for a moment as she wracked her brain of the memories of her past life. “I have been in love before. Many times, actually.”

Bela gave her a curious look, finally pulling her gaze from the flames. “Really?”

“Indeed,” Alcina confirmed. “Though, I do believe that just comes with growing up. You gain lovers, you lose lovers. Some were real, some were fantasies I made up. Some lasted a few days, some a few months, some a few years.” She took a sip of her tea again. “None of them really mattered in the end, though. Clearly.” Another sip.

Bela nodded faintly. “Okay.”

“Have you ever been in love?” Alcina decided to ask.

Strangely, Bela went rigid. Her claws clenched around the sides of her calves as she stared forward with pupils that were constricted into pinpricks. Sweat beaded along the golden crown of her head.

“I-I-- umm…”

Alcina furrowed her eyebrows in worry. She closed Romeo and Juliet with a bookmark to mark her page, then set a hand on Bela’s back. Her daughter was trembling.

“Bela?” Alcina said, keeping her voice soothing and low to avoid setting off the poor girl even further. “Is everything alright? You don’t look well.”

“Yes, yes,” Bela answered her, much too quickly for it to be convincing. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Before Alcina could prod further, Bela shot up to her feet. She began to chew on one of her claws, flexing her free hand at her side in visible agitation. Pieces of her skin broke off into flies and buzzed around her head madly. She seemed to be dissociating in panic.

“Bela,” Alcina rose to her feet slowly, not wanting to accidentally frighten her daughter. “Bela, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Bela said, even when she was so obviously far from fine. Her chest was beginning to heave.

“Darling,” Alcina said, and that seemed to get Bela to crack a bit.

With a tight whimper, Bela shook her head. “Hard-- hard to breathe--”

Instantly, Alcina loosely took Bela by the arms and lowered her to the ground. In the firelight, she could see the pallor of her daughter’s increasing panic as it morphed into a complete attack on her anxiety. Bela grabbed her wrists with her claws dug in for desperate grounding, and Alcina let her, even when it stung her skin. Her comfort was far from important in that moment.

“Alright, honey,” Alcina said. “We’re going to do the thing we’ve been practicing, alright? Do you think you can do it?”

Wordlessly, Bela nodded.

“That’s my strong girl,” Alcina said. “Alright, give me five things you can see.”

“Y-you,” Bela stammered. The words shook when they left her lips. “Your hair’s kinda bushy.”

Alcina rolled her eyes in a good-natured way. “Thank you for pointing that out, Bela.”

Bela’s fight instantly gave in at that and she hunched her shoulders in, looking ashamed. Quick to correct herself, Alcina lifted her chin so they could make eye contact.

“I was only teasing you, honey,” Alcina said. “Keep going.”

Bela nodded. “The fire; it’s really pretty. Your-- your, umm, chair; it looks soft. The book; not the best of Shakespeare’s works. And, ah-- the teacup; it has doves on it.”

“Very good,” Alcina praised. “Four things you can feel.”

“The fire’s-- the fire’s warmth. My heart in-- my heart in my throat. The floor under me; I should have worn socks.”

“I told you,” Alcina cut in playfully.

Bela swallowed thickly. “A-and, umm-- and my anxiety. It’s like a Lycan in my chest.”

Alcina frowned at that but quickly wiped it off her face for now. She stroked Bela’s cheek, gaining a spark of hope when Bela leaned into her hand.

“I feel you, too,” Bela said.

“You only needed to name five, little moth,” Alcina said, bopping her on the nose.

Bela just shrugged.

“But you’re doing so well. Can you give me three things you can hear?”

“My heartbeat in my ears; it sounds like thunder. I don’t like thunder. Umm-- the fire crackling; I like that. And-- and a raven outside. I think that’s Merlin. His cawing is kinda raspier than the other birds’. I think he may have hurt his throat at some point.”

A small smile grew onto Alcina’s lips. She continued caressing Bela’s cheek as she talked to her. “Now two things you can smell.”

“Fear,” Bela said almost instantly. Her nose twitched. “I smell fear.”

Alcina could smell it, too. The thickened dread wafting off of her shaken daughter was acrid, bitter, and unsettling.

“Umm--” Bela’s claws fidgeted, clicking against each other softly. “And your tea. Smells like cinnamon. Cinnamon makes me sneeze.”

“One more. One thing you can taste.”

“Fear.”

“Fear?” Alcina echoed, one eyebrow raised. “Again?”

“Yes.”

“What does fear taste like?”

Bela stared down at her claws, which she splayed open before herself. “It-- it has a slightly dull metallic taste that’s mixed with urea, I think. Sometimes it tastes like popping a bloody, pus-filled blister in your mouth and squeezing every drop out with your teeth and savoring it on your tongue. Sucking the wound clean and swallowing it down.” She clenched her fists. “But it doesn’t get clean. It doesn’t dry out. The blister just keeps oozing and oozing until all the discharge comes pouring out of your mouth, but even then it doesn’t stop. Because you can’t force it all down. You can’t just swallow and think it’s done. That’s not how anxiety works. It keeps coming, even when you thought it was gone, and it leaves behind this awful flavor of bitter bile. It’s acidic, too, you know? It melts your chest and stomach and makes you feel like you’re sinking in your own skin.” She looked up at Alcina, and her eyes were shiny and blank. “I taste fear, Mother.”

There was silence between them for just a moment. Bela wasn’t looking at Alcina anymore; she seemed to think the floor was very interesting at that moment. Alcina was still considering her daughter’s dark words, replaying them over and over again until the subtle taste of sour gall spread across her tongue. She swallowed it down and winced when it drooled over the back of her throat like rancid molasses.

“You did it, baby,” Alcina finally said, smiling despite her worry, despite the flavor of fear in her mouth. “I’m so proud of you.”

Bela just nodded. Though she was no longer having a panic attack, she didn’t seem any less upset. Alcina considered letting it go, especially after just having calmed her down, but if something was bothering her daughter so much that she couldn’t breathe when she thought about it too hard, she knew she couldn’t just leave it be. It could escalate into something much, much worse, and she knew damn well that Bela was willing to go to such extremes, if her explanation of fear and the way she kept looking at the fire wasn’t enough proof of that.

“Now,” Alcina saw Bela tense, but she plunged anyway. “I need you to tell me what’s bothering you so I can help.”

Bela shook her head with a strangled whimper.  “I can’t tell you.”

“Bela, I’m your mother. You can tell me anything.”

“You’ll hate me.”

“I won’t hate you.”

Bela was quiet. Then, slowly, she dragged her gaze up to Alcina. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise, Bela. I would never hate you.”

Bela nodded. “Okay.” Her claws clenched into fists against the floorboards, knuckles shaking and turning white. She took several deep breaths before forcing out, “I-- I don’t-- I don’t like people like that. Like how I’m supposed to.”

Silence.

Tears flowed freely from Bela’s eyes and she choked on a sob. Her head hung in shame as her entire body quaked. The poor girl looked terrified, and the sight hit Alcina right in the heart--though she didn’t quite get it.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said.

“No, no-- you don’t understand,” Bela’s breath was coming out thin and raspy again. She sat up straight, claws now knotted in her nightgown, tensing and pulling. “I don’t-- I don’t like people, Mama. The way other people do. The way everyone does. I’ve-- I’ve tried, but--” She cut herself off with a whimper, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“What do you mean?” Alcina asked. Trying to discern Bela’s vague words was like trying to discern Shakespearean. “Do you think you can explain it to me, hun? Like you did with the book and the fear. I want to help you.”

Bela sniffled, then nodded. “I-- I, umm-- I don’t feel anything towards people. Like-- like that. Romantically. And sexually.”

Finally, it dawned on Alcina.

“When I read those cheesy romance books Daniela likes, I don’t get the characters’ feelings at all. Just the thought of being in a relationship like that makes me so uncomfortable and I don’t know why, and that scares me, Mama.” Bela continued, her anguish oozing into every word she spoke. “I don’t like the thought of being tied down to someone like that, but it still feels like something has been stolen from me. That promise of a future with true love and marriage and a fairy tale ending that Daniela always talks about is gone, even though I still want it. Or, at least, I think I want it. I don’t know what I want.” She sniffled, looking miserable. “It’s the same for sexual stuff. When I come to scenes with sex in them in books, it makes my skin feel all weird, like severed hands are crawling all over my body. I get embarrassed and awkward and uneasy, and I don’t understand that, either. It just makes me feel so sick to my stomach.”

There was a pause. Bela was taking several shallow breaths and digging her claws into her legs, so Alcina reached out and took one of her hands, stroking her knuckles with her thumbs.

“Breathe, baby,” Alcina murmured. “Breathe.”

“I’ve-- I’ve tried to force myself to be like everyone else before,” Bela said unexpectedly.

Taken aback, Alcina said, “What?”

Bela swallowed thickly. “With-- with a maiden. You know how I am with them- too nice, too polite. I befriended one of them. We were kinda close. After a while, she started making moves on me. I knew what she wanted for so long, but I kept avoiding it because I was uncomfortable or scared. But then I had this revelation: maybe if I did this with her, I would finally feel something! I would be like everyone else! So I did. With her. And I didn’t like it.”

“Bela…”

“It hurt,” Bela whispered. “Like I was being scraped raw. Or my body was being turned inside out. I felt so sick. Humiliatingly, I started crying during it, but I don’t think she noticed. If she did, she didn’t stop. Not until she was finished. When she was, I threw up after she left. I was so sore.” Alcina squeezed her hand, and she sucked in a sharp breath, “But-- but I had to have liked it! I got, umm--” Her cheeks began to turn red with embarrassment, though Alcina didn’t blame her. Having to explain your sex life to your mother would be awkward for anyone. “I got…wet. And-- and that happens when you’re aroused! So-- so I do like sexual stuff!”

“Oh, sweetie…” Alcina sighed sadly.

Bela hunched her shoulders in. “R-right?”

“Honey, ‘getting wet’ doesn’t always mean you’re aroused,” Alcina said gently. “Simply viewing something erotic, like a naked woman, for example, could trigger this bodily response. It’s also a way for the vagina to lubricate itself to help dull the pain of penetration. You can be in a sexual situation and be wet, but not want to have sex. That’s completely normal and one hundred percent okay.” She lifted her hands to cup Bela’s cheeks. “Wetness is not an acceptable body language for consent. Who were you trying to convince: the maiden or yourself?”

Bela stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide and damp, breath hitched in the back of her throat. Then, she began shaking her head, pulling her hair, and weeping, “No, no-- I wanted it, I wanted it-- I know I did. I’m normal, I’m normal--”

It was truly heartbreaking to see her child in such a way. Bela seemed downright devastated over her own sexuality, to the point where she thought she was disgusting and unnatural for something that was actually completely normal.

Taking her daughter’s hands to keep her from hurting herself, Alcina went to say something, but Bela cut her off, getting to the words first.

“What’s wrong with me?!” Bela cried. “Why-- why am I like this, Mama? Am I broken? Am I heartless? I-- I love you and Cassandra and Daniela! I love Uncle Karl and Uncle Moreau and Auntie Donna and Angie and the Duke! I love reading and animals and writing, but-- but when I-- when I try to-- when it comes to sex and romance, I--” She finally gave up and sobbed.

“Oh, Bela,” Alcina said sadly. “Oh, my poor, sweet girl…” She pulled Bela into her lap and held her close, rocking her back and forth to help comfort her. Her fingers gently ran through Bela’s messy hair. “Shh, shh… You aren’t broken or heartless, sweetheart. This is an okay thing to feel.”

“You-- you don’t think I’m wrong?”

Alcina’s heart twisted at the way Bela looked up at her to say that, her eyes holding so much sadness and pain. She tucked her daughter’s head back under her chin and tightened the embrace.

“Absolutely not. Do you think you are?”

Bela answered in a strangled whimper. Alcina couldn’t help but wonder what put such a thought in her daughter’s brain--though, this was Bela she was dealing with. her anxiety was a wild, bestial thing that made her worry about the most obscene things.

“Did you really think this would change anything?” Alcina asked. “That I could ever possibly love you any less?”

Bela shrugged weakly.

“I-I just…”

That deep shame from before seemed to return and Bela’s head dipped. Alcina felt like she was going to try and pull away, so she tightened the embrace and used one hand to lift the girl’s chin.

“Hey, hey,” Alcina murmured, brushing away fresh tears on Bela’s cheeks. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with this, sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with you, either. And if anyone says otherwise, tell me. I’ll eviscerate them.”

That got a tiny, watery giggle out of Bela.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Alcina went on. “Sex and romantic relationships… They aren’t for everyone. And that’s okay. It certainly doesn’t make you broken or heartless.”

“B-but--”

“Hun, look at me. Do I really look like someone who will judge you for being this way?”

Bela shrugged a little. Her little body seemed to have exhausted itself of all its efforts to argue.

Alcina rocked her gently, stroking her hair the way she knew she liked it. “How about I explain something to you, hm?”

Bela looked up at her blearily.

“Your love may not be arousing or romantic, but you want to know what it is like?”

“What?” Bela asked softly.

“Your love is warm and fuzzy, like being wrapped in a blanket during a blizzard. It’s safe and reassuring. Your love is security and shelter. Your love is noticing all the little details, like my bushy hair because it’s late at night or your Uncle Karl’s finger twitching because he’s nervous at the meetings with Mother Miranda but is trying to hide it or Cassandra’s leg bouncing because she’s full of pent up, restless energy. Your love is knowing what makes each of us tick and doing everything in your power to make us feel better when we’re upset. Your love is like the first flower showing up in the snow as winter melts away and the beginning flickers of a tender flame and the gentle fluttering of bird wings.” Alcina let out a soft laugh. “I’m nowhere near as good at details as you are, my darling. But, most importantly, your love is normal and natural and what makes you you. And you shouldn’t have to try and change that for anyone, no matter what.”

Bela stared up at her in silenced awe, tears trickling down her cheeks. Alcina squeezed her reassuringly.

“I want you to know that I’ll always support you, okay?” Alcina said. “I’m always going to be here for you.”

Bela nodded, hiccuping softly. “Thank you, Mama,” she whispered through tiny whimpers. “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Bela,” Alcina said. She kissed the top of Bela’s head and purred to her softly. “My perfect, perfect girl.”

[miracleonice87]

Thousand

a Tyler Seguin one shot

a/n: I’m back! Last week was busy for me and this one is, too, but I have three other WIPs coming up after this one within the next little bit, so stay tuned. also idk if anyone else watches One Tree Hill (I know Tyler does 😉) but his family gives me major Nathan, Haley, Jamie, and Lydia Scott vibes in this one.

summary: still playing for the Stars, Tyler is recognized for his 1,000th career game and celebrates with his wife (the reader), family and team.

warnings: husband and dad Tyler being cute with his family and becoming a slightly silver fox (I think that def deserves a warning); hint of a daddy kink lollll

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February 22, 2025

Dallas

“Mama! Can I wear my new jersey from Uncle Jamie? Please?”

You pursed your lips, fastening the back onto your emerald earring as you looked at your five-year-old son’s reflection behind you in the mirror. You turned away from your vanity to meet him at eye level.

“Baby, you should wear Daddy’s jersey tonight,” you told him gently, rubbing his back. “We’re celebrating a really big milestone for him, so he’s gonna be recognized out on the ice, and we’re gonna be there with him, remember? I know it would mean a lot to him if you wore his jersey.”

Luca pushed his bottom lip out just a smidge, pouting just like Tyler was famous for doing. You bit your own bottom lip to hold back a laugh.

“Okay. Well, can I wear Uncle Jamie’s next game?” Luca bargained.  

You smiled at his tenacity and smoothed your hand over his crisp white dress shirt that you’d laid out for him. You put your forehead to his and assured, “Absolutely.”

Luca perked up and stood a little straighter at your promise.

“Thanks, Mama,” he said. You kissed his cheek and said, “You’re welcome, baby. Thank you for understanding.” He nodded and turned to leave the room, presumably to pull a 91 jersey from the ever-growing collection in his closet. He stopped short and turned back to look at you.

“Hey, Mama?” he began. “Hmmm?” you prompted, trying to fasten your necklace and suddenly wishing you’d had Tyler put it on you before leaving — not only was he much more capable, but the way he always kissed the nape of your neck after securing the clasp made you melt each time.

Luca paused, smiling down at his sock feet before lifting his gaze to you again.

“I’m really happy for Daddy,” Luca said with a smile so sincere it made you melt. You were such a sap for these Seguin boys.

You nodded, choking back tears. “That’s sweet, baby,” you said. “I’m really happy for him, too.”

_____

An hour later, after dressing yourself, your son, and your two-year-old daughter, you pulled into the private parking area within the gates, Luca bopping up and down in his car seat, ever anxious to get inside the arena. The moment you unloaded both kids, they took off for the door to the arena.

“Luca Paul Seguin, slow down, please!” you instructed in your best mom voice, fumbling to throw both your purse and the diaper bag over your shoulders. “Hold onto your sister’s hand, bub,” you requested.

Luca smiled brightly and turned toward Harper, extending his hand toward his toddling little sister, who took it with a giggle. You finally caught up to the two of them and scooped up your daughter as you stepped onto the elevator, headed to the front office floor. When the doors opened, you were greeted by Tom Holy, the Stars’ VP of communications who had become a close friend over the years.

“Here are the real stars of tonight’s show!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands once, making you laugh. Luca ran to him for a hug and Tom playfully dusted off Luca’s little shoulders that now donned his favorite black Seguin jersey.

“Nice jersey, Luc! Hey, I gotta tell you, though, we have something else for you and your sister to wear tonight — if you want to,” he said.

You shot Tom a warning look as he produced a black tote bag from the reception desk, telling him, “You did not.”

He gave you a wink and said, “Do you know us at all by now? Of course we did.”

Much to Luca’s delight, Tom pulled two home green jerseys from the bag, with white 91’s printed on the back and sleeves and the “A” adorning each chest. But the nameplate didn’t hold your last name — instead, it read “DADDY,” with “1,000” printed below the jersey number. Luca jumped up and down with the jersey in his hands, while Tom handed the smaller jersey for you to dress Harper in.

“And we got a little something for you, too,” he added, reaching his hand into the tote bag once more. Your eyebrows shot up, caught off guard.

“Why me?” you questioned, feeling completely undeserving.

“Because, he says it himself all the time — he wouldn’t be the person he is without you,” Tom told you earnestly. “Tonight we’re celebrating all of you.”

He handed you a small black box and you froze for a moment before he extended it further, insisting that you accept it. You slowly grasped the box and pulled it open. Inside lay a pin nearly mirroring the style of lettering on the back of the kids’ jerseys, but instead it read “Seguin - 91 - 1,000,” encrusted in diamonds and emeralds.

You covered your mouth with curled fingers, attempting to steel yourself so that the waterworks wouldn’t commence just yet. You warmed inside at the incredible kindness of the gesture, giving Tom a hug.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said softly. “You guys are always first class.” He waved you off as you retrieved the pin from its box and fastened it on the lapel of your long black blazer, paired with a lacy camisole, jeans and black heels. You propped Harper on the desk to switch out her jersey for the new one, Luca having already made his own outfit change.

_____

In the tunnel, you had Harper on your hip and held tightly to Luca’s hand to prevent him from running to the ice and interrupting warm-ups. Your kids were used to standing at the boards where they could watch the guys drill and give their dad knuckles on the glass — where he could tap his blade in front of them each time he skated past. But not tonight. They might not realize it for years to come, but tonight would be even more special than watching their dad skate in front of them.

After a few minutes, you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder — Jim Nill’s. You smiled at him and leaned in for a hug as he greeted you warmly and gave Luca a fist bump.

“And this little one…” he added, tapping Harper’s nose lightly as she grinned up at him. “She’s gotten so big. She’s too cute — you sure she really belongs to Segs?”

You laughed and remarked, “Pretty certain, yeah. If you saw her dramatic side, or how she is with the dogs, you’d see the resemblance.” It was Jim’s turn to chuckle.

Tom sidled up next to the two of you and advised you on how the presentation would go.

“So, we’ll roll out the carpet, and you guys will head all the way down to the end. Jim and Bones will follow. Tyler will come and stand next to you guys on the ice and then we’ll do the presentations,” he instructed. “That sound okay?”

You nodded and smiled at Tom. “Yeah, it sounds great. Honestly, I’m just a little nervous about holding onto these two so none of us fall on our asses,” you half-joked.

“Well, Gramma can help with that.”

At the sound of the familiar voice behind you, you spun around and gasped, while Luca exclaimed, “You’re here!”

There stood not only Jackie, but also Paul — the two were always willing to come together for momentous occasions in their children’s lives, especially now that you and Tyler had given them the gift of grandchildren, and you were grateful. You had had no idea that they were coming, even having spoken to Jackie the day before, asking her once more if she was sure she didn’t want you to book her a flight to Dallas.

Tears welled in your eyes as you shook your head, completely at a loss for word as they flanked you. You squeezed each of them tightly and whimpered, “Does Ty know?”

Paul shook his head. “He has no clue,” he responded. Jackie added, “And the girls are up in the suite already. They wanted to watch it all up there.”

You could only shake your head repeatedly, barely having time to recover before hearing the PA announcer ask the fans to turn their attention to the ice. You dabbed the corners of your eyes with your knuckle and passed Luca duty off to Jackie, keeping a hold on Harper yourself, as Tom smiled and winked at the five of you.

“Not even a warning, Tom?” you teased, sniffling. He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder.

“No way,” he remarked. “Your reaction was priceless.” You shared another smile before you saw Rick stepping onto the green carpet near the boards.

“Here we go,” you breathed, leading your in-laws out to the ice past Rick as directed, not without him stopping you to give you a kiss on the cheek, squeeze Harper’s hand, and pat Luca on the back.

You stepped carefully along the fabric-covered frozen surface, concentrating on a beaming Tyler before you, Harper already reaching her arms out for him as he waved at her. You knew immediately that there was no point in fighting her on wanting to be held by her daddy, so as soon as you reached the end of the carpet and gave Tyler a peck, you handed her off to him, Tyler kissing her rosy cheeks.

The crowd “awww’d,” but you could only concentrate on the dumbfounded expression Tyler wore upon looking up from Harper’s “Daddy 91” jersey to smile at you before noticing his parents only a few feet behind. Rarely, if ever, left speechless, Tyler was completely in shock.

Jackie came forward to reach for Tyler, singing, “Surprise!” as she threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe you guys are here,” Tyler finally said, his voice shaky. Jackie kissed his cheek and pulled away to wipe tears from her eyes.

“We wouldn’t have missed this for the world, son,” Paul assured as the two men embraced.

After thanking his parents, Tyler crouched down to greet his boy — practically his own self, in miniature.

“Cool jersey, bubba,” Tyler said, glowing with pride as he nudged Luca’s chest and squeezed his hand.

“It says ‘Daddy 91’ on it!” Luca pointed out. Tyler giggled boyishly and kissed Luca’s forehead. “It sure does, doesn’t it,” he said, Luca nodding.

Tyler stood upright once more, snaking an arm around your waist as you held onto Luca’s shoulders in front of you, smoothing his hair affectionately. Tyler then noticed your new pin, running the back of his index finger over it and commenting, “Wow. This is unbelievable.” You could only nod.

“You look beautiful, baby. But what, no ‘Daddy’ jersey for you?” he asked softly with an ornery grin, making your cheeks warm as you pushed your shoulder into his chest. You shared a quiet laugh and he kissed your temple, then the PA announcer turned over the floor to Jim.

“Stars fans, you all know better than most just how much this night means to our number 91,” Jim began. “We as an organization have watched him grow, both as a person and as a player, since his fourth year in the league. We have witnessed the way he has blossomed, from an outstanding young player into a seasoned veteran. Tyler Seguin has become one of the most prominent leaders of this franchise, and I know I can speak for all of us when I say that we could not be more proud to call him a member of our family.”

The crowd cheered, so loudly that Jim had to pause, Tyler blinking back tears as he squeezed your hand tightly and nodded to the fans appreciatively. Even Harper began to clap, making Tyler laugh and kiss her sweetly, sniffling when he looked back to the crowd.

“Tyler, we thank you for the role that you have played thus far during your time as a Dallas Star, we look forward to many years and celebrations to come, and we recognize you tonight for reaching another milestone in your career in the National Hockey League — 1,000 games. We are thrilled to have your lovely wife and your beautiful family here with us tonight to celebrate you. Now I invite our captain, your dear friend, Jamie Benn, to join us and present you with gifts from your teammates, then Rick and I will proudly present you with gifts on behalf of the organization.”

You had held your emotions together decently thus far, but when Jamie glided over to you with a huge bouquet of white roses in one arm and a small gift box in the other hand, you felt tears trickle down your cheek. Jamie stopped in front of your family, greeting you first. He gently grasped your shoulder and kissed your cheek as he placed the bouquet in your arms.

“For you,” he spoke. “Love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for him — for all of us.” You nodded, reaching up on your tiptoes to wrap your arm around his neck and whisper a thank you of your own into his ear, Jamie smiling at you tenderly when he pulled away.

“And for this guy…” Jamie began, extending the black box, which you now could see was marked with the Rolex logo, Tyler’s way as Tyler wrapped his arm around Jamie, hugging him tightly, the two of them exchanging private words of gratitude. You swiped at your tears as you watched Jamie pull back to kiss Harper’s cheek, making her squeal with delight at the attention her favorite uncle was showing her.

You all laughed, and Jamie turned his attention next to his godson. He bent at the waist to look Luca in the face, his wide grin growing even bigger. Jamie held out his fist and the two engaged in their special shake and bake handshake, Jamie ruffling Luca’s chestnut brown curls atop his head as he stood straight again.

“Love you, buddy,” Jamie told Luca, extending his hand for a low-five. Luca slapped his palm and beamed up at his beloved uncle. “Love you, too,” he confirmed, Jamie winking at him.

Next, Rick approached and presented Tyler with a gorgeous crystal award, engraved with Tyler’s name, the Stars logo, and the date and statistics from his 1,000th game against St. Louis a few nights before. Jim gifted Tyler a silver hockey stick from the Stars organization to commemorate the occasion, and Tyler thanked them both profusely, hugging them as the PA announcer asked the crowd to now look to the scoreboard for a video tribute.

This was one part of the evening you had known was coming — Tom had arranged for you and the kids to be filmed congratulating Tyler on the actual night of his 1,000th game, in the wives and girlfriends suite. You had inquired about who else was being asked to be part of the video, and Tom rattled off the names of some of Tyler’s closest friends, current and former teammates, and most respected fellow athletes — his sisters, Freddy, Derrek, Marchy, Tom Brady, Rob Gronkowski, Jordan Spieth, Dak Prescott, and many of the Stars he had played with for multiple seasons all made appearances, including Jamie, who smiled at you as he skated behind you to watch.

“1,000 games. Did you ever think we’d all be here?” Jamie asked you softly as the video started, glancing Tyler’s way.

You, too, looked toward your husband, his face lifted to the Jumbotron, and you noticed the way his handsome features had only become more distinguished with age and the few grey hairs sprinkled near his ears and in his beard. He always groaned when you jokingly pointed them out, but you loved them — in your eyes, they told the story of his life as a man, his life as a hockey player, his life as a dad, his life with you. This occasion was just another chapter of Tyler’s dream come true — your dream come true.

You glanced back at Jamie and nodded, smiling. “Actually... yeah,” you answered, a hint of surprise in your tone. “I think I did.”

_____

Late that night, long after you’d put the kids to bed — with Luca having insisted on sleeping in his new jersey — you and Tyler lay cuddled up on the couch, wine glasses now empty on the end table, feet entangled on the ottoman. The gifts Tyler had received were propped on the mantle across from you, out of reach of children’s hands and dogs’ paws. Tyler kissed the top of your head, inhaling your scent deeply as you absentmindedly fiddled with the button on his loosened dress shirt collar.

“Are you happy?” you asked softly. Tyler breathed a chuckle. “I don’t think happy even begins to cover it,” he told you, smoothing his hands up and down your bare arms. “It’s more like… amazed. But it’s not even because of the 1,000th game.”

You rolled your head toward his to look up at him, meeting his gaze. “What do you mean, baby?” you asked.

He glanced at the new additions to his memorabilia collection and then back at you, the corners of his mouth twitching into a thoughtful smile.

“The ceremony was great. The best. I’ll remember that for the rest of my life,” he told you. “But what I’ll remember most is the way you looked, carrying the baby and just smiling at me walking onto the ice. And the moment I saw my parents with Luca between them.” Tyler’s voice quivered as he spoke, and you tightened your grip around his waist, laying your stomach against his to lean up and kiss his jaw. Tears shone in his eyes as he gave you a grateful look, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss your fingers.

“My career has been far better than I deserve,” Tyler added. “But what makes me the happiest is just getting to do life every day with you, and the babies. And my parents and sisters, too. I’m just really feeling blessed.”

As he sniffed, you pressed a kiss firmly to his lips and said, “Life with you is more than I could’ve ever wished for, Ty. Every day is like a celebration of the love you and I share. Everything else, like tonight — it’s just icing on the cake.” Tyler nodded, giving you one more kiss as he whispered his gratitude for you.

[kevindayisafrog]

Jerejean because I fucking love them, okay 🧎‍♀️

TW - anxiety, injuries and hints at past abuse

“Hi, I’m Jeremy Knox, team Captain and I’m here to pick you up”, Jeremy stuck his hand out with the widest grin he could muster whilst being glared at by the new recruit. He took in Jean’s bandages covering his neck and snaking down his shirt, the ends poking through his shirtsleeves. His eyes were sunken and he had the darkest eye bags Jeremy had ever seen. “Yes, I know. We’ve met before at games”, Jean slapped the offered hand away and shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder. “Here, let me get that”, Jeremy made to grab the bag, but his quick step forward made Jean recoiled back so fast he tripped backwards onto the pavement. Jeremy swooped down and quickly caught the taller boy before he slammed completely onto the ground. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking”, he carefully pulled Jean back upright and took a large step back. “Just get me out of here”, Jean’s cheeks were burning red as he clutched the bag’s straps with a white knuckled grip. Jeremy nodded and blushed as he quickly turned on his heel to lead Jean away from the airport towards his car. “You can throw it in the back”, Jeremy unlocked the car and popped open the boot, stepping back as Jean literally threw the bag in. He heard the passenger door slam shut as he closed the boot door and let out a shaky sigh, “lord, give me strength”, he muttered as he made his way to the driver’s side, plastering a wide smile back on as he got into the car. “By the time we get back your new kit would’ve arrived, so we can go there first to try it on or wait until you’ve put your stuff in the dorm”, Jeremy started the car and tapped his fingers on the wheel as he waited for Jean to answer, “you’re sharing with me”, he continued when he was met with stony silence. Jean grunted and stared out his window, watching the airport fade into the distance and a long strip of road replaced it. “Do you mind if I turn on the radio?”, Jeremy looked over at Jean who just shrugged his shoulders and rested his head against the window. Jeremy nodded and turned back to watch the road as he blindly plugged in his phone and turned it up. They sat in silence as Jeremy’s road playlist filled the car with an array of mixed genres until Jean grunted and turned his head to shoot him a death glare. “I cannot listen to this shit, you have a terrible taste in music”, Jean picked up the phone and skipped through a load of songs before settling on a Mother Mother one, “this’ll do”, he muttered as he settled back in his seat. Jeremy smiled to himself and turned the volume up again as he watched Jean bop his head in his peripheral vision.

“Home sweet home”, Jeremy unlocked the dorm door and stepped aside to let Jean through first. “The walls are yellow”, Jean looked around himself and glared at Jeremy in disgust, “and the carpet is green, it doesn’t match”. Jeremy huffed a laugh and dropped Jean’s duffel bag just inside the door. “Do you want to see the bedroom? Oh, you have the bottom bunk by the way”, he lead Jean into the bedroom with pink walls and a purple carpet stained with coffee he dropped in his freshman year. “Your color scheme makes my eyes burn”, Jean looked around the room and quietly muttered: “at least it’s not red or black”. Jeremy glanced at him sideways until he noticed Jean watching, “anyway, the bathroom is just off the side and the kitchen is back through the lounge. Do you need anything to eat or drink?” Jean shook his head and sat down on his bed, “I need my bag”. Jeremy frowned before turning and quickly leaving the room to grab the bag. “I’ll leave you to freshen up, I’ll just be in the kitchen making lunch”, Jeremy carefully placed the bag on the floor and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Jeremy hummed and swayed his hips as he poured pasta into two bowls, throwing pieces of spinach on top. He leaned over the food and turned the dial on the radio to blare the music as he danced over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice. “Jesus wanking Christ”, Jeremy gasped, bending over and clutching his chest. Jean stood in the doorway silently with his arms crossed and a blush burning his ears a dark red, “you looked like an idiot”. Jeremy nodded his head as he straightened back up, “well I would’ve been a dead idiot, Christ, you scared the shit out of me”. A small smile tugged at the corner of Jean’s lips, sending an odd flutter through Jeremy’s chest. “Anyway, I made pasta for lunch..and orange juice”, Jeremy smiled a toothy grin and held the juice triumphantly above his head. “I said I didn’t want to eat”, Jean looked over at the pasta and frowned, “and that portion could feed the whole team”. Jeremy looked at the bowls piled high with food and waved his hand dismissively, “it’s good for you so it doesn’t matter, do you mind grabbing the glasses from the cupboard above the sink?” He balanced the orange juice, two forks and both bowls in his hands as he slowly passed Jean in the doorway and walked over to the dining table in the lounge. He placed the bowls at opposite chairs and took a seat. “Why do you only have three glasses if this a dorm for four people?”, Jean’s thick accent curved around the door and left a hot chill running down Jeremy’s spine. “Um...I always drop glasses and bowls, I have butter fingers”, he replied, picking up his fork and twirling it between his fingers. “I grabbed the two without scratches”, Jean walked over to the table and settled onto his chair, pushing the orange juice towards Jeremy who poured it into their glasses. “Do you like the dorm?”, Jeremy shoveled his food into his mouth and spoke through it. “Christ, you have no manners”, Jean grimaced and gently ate a mouthful. Jeremy smiled openly and quickly closed his mouth as Jean looked away in disgust. “Sorry”, he laughed as he swallowed the food, stabbing a large amount onto his fork, “you didn’t answer me”. Jean rolled his eyes and took a sip of his juice, “I hate the colors and the mattress is too thin...I hope the court will be more..”, he twirled his wrist as he thought of the word, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Jeremy took a sip of his drink to hide the annoying blush that crept along his cheeks. “Pleasing? Is that the word? I don’t know”, Jean shrugged and took another bite of pasta, tapping his fingers against his glass. “You’ve been on the court when you came to play us a few years ago”, Jeremy cocked his head to the side as he pulled his fidgeting knee up to his chest. “Yes well, I’ve never been on your side, have I?”, Jean looked out of the dorm window and watched a flick of seagulls squawk past.

“Do you know what you want to study here?”, Jeremy rested his chin on his knee as he played with the last bit of food in his bowl. Jean looked down at his bowl and hummed as he thought, “i have always wanted to be an architect..”, his voice was quiet as placed down his fork and pushed his bowl aside. “Take it as a subject then, there’s nothing stopping you”, Jeremy tapped his foot against the floor as he took in Jean’s sudden vulnerable posture, “why do you want to be an architect?” Jean shrugged and took another sip of his drink, “I’ve always wanted to make better buildings that are accessible for everyone”, he scratched his thigh and smiled a childish lopsided grin, “and you know those benches that are anti-homeless? I’ve always wanted to demolish them and make comfier ones that are for homeless only and not public use. I’d only make them for temporary use though whilst I make little homes or apartment blocks that are free for people who can’t afford homes or need shelter”. Jeremy felt his heart burst as he wrapped his arms around his knee, “that’s a really sweet idea, I love it”. Jean cleared his throat and straightened his back, “yes, well it might be impossible so..”. Jeremy frowned and shook his head, “I don’t think it is, I think that you’ll be able to pull it off. I believe in you”, he smiled widely at Jean before standing up and collecting the dishes, “I’ll wash these and then we can head to the court”. Jean nodded quietly and stared down at his hands as Jeremy left the room and turned the radio back on.

[wolfieyoungblood]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 | 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐢

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader

trope: best friends to lovers

summary: when stiles finds out how much you miss fireflies in beacon hills’ preserve, he takes you out on a surprise boat trip and quite literally lights up your world

word count: 3k

song: please and thank you by wildcat! wildcat!

a/n: hey guys, waddup, here’s my first fic on this blog. i’ve actually already posted this as a peter parker one shot on my main blog, but since i originally wrote this for stiles, i thought i might as well post the original on here:) enjoy!

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Slamming the car door shut, you let your back fall against the Jeep while you hugged yourself tightly. Your gaze flitted across your surroundings as Stiles snatched the keys from the ignition and grabbed his backpack. He had refused to weigh you in on its content, keeping it just like the whole point of this spontaneous expedition a big mystery.

The fact that you could be snuggling in the warmth of your bed right now, made you groan and you had to resist the urge to bang your head against the nearest tree. Stiles, on the other hand, didn’t seem to share the same sentiment at all as he stopped at your side with a big grin plastered on his face.

“Stop smiling so devilishly,” you grunted, and he looked at you offended.

“How was that a devilish smile?” His arms fell to his side.

“It’s the glimmer in your eyes.” You deadpanned. “Like you’re about to meet with Satan for Sunday brunch or something.”

He rolled his eyes at your words, dangling the gloves he brought for you in front of your yearning eyes before stuffing them into his jacket with a smirk and walking off. He ignored your cry and kept his gaze at the small path leading into the woods. When you fell into step with him, you walked next to each other in silence, letting the leaves underneath your shoes have a conversation of their own. Your thoughts wandered, and you pondered once more why you were even here.

It was only 7 P.M. but considering it was late autumn, it wouldn’t take long until your bodies would be swallowed by the blanket of the evening. The awareness that tonight was a full moon didn’t necessarily calm your nerves either. Images of fangs and claws took form in front of your eyes, and you quickly shook off those terrifying notions.

Realizing that you had spent some time in silence now, your eyes darted to Stiles. Just like you, he had been in deep thoughts as his face was pulled into a slight frown. But when you were about to reach out, his scattered moles caught your attention, prompting your gaze to travel over each of them with captivation. Aware of your boring eyes on his face, the boy looked up and caught your gaze with a cocked brow. You quickly strapped a meek smile to your face to cover up your flustered state, which he luckily returned without any teasing comments.

Finally, the trees around you became more familiar and scarcer in number and soon you had arrived at the destination of the night.

A wide lake stretched out before you, reaching into the woods for miles. As predicted, there was no one around, leaving you to turn to Stiles with a quizzical look only to realize that his eyes were already settled on you. His lips curved into a smirk, and he let out a short chuckle, fog fleeing his lips for a second.

Before you could say anything, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you down to the dock. The white wood led you out to the glimmering water. Your eyes danced across the sight in front of you in awe, taking in the orange leaves as they framed the lake like a golden portal.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” You heard Stiles say behind you, and you could only find it in your to nod.

“Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve already been here…”, Stiles continued and you glanced over to where he was crouching and fiddling with a rope attached to the dock.

“It just never gets old,” you finished for him, glimpsing his way with a warm look on your face.

“Exactly.” He smiled and stepped to your side to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

He held the rope in the other hand and gestured to the fisher boat as it appeared to wait for you both in serenity. Bowing his head slightly, he gave you a dopey grin. “Ladies first.”

Shooting him a look, you settled into the boat and picked up the paddle. Glancing up at the boy, his feet were still planted at the same spot while his gaze was far off. You threw a glance over your shoulder to catch what he was staring at, but when you couldn’t see anything suspicious, you turned back around. “Did you send me in first to see if there were any water monsters?” His eyes snapped to you, and you could see the confusion edged on his face until he registered your words.

“You caught me, huh,” Stiles joked and jumped off the dock to land in the boat with a thud, making it whip wildly while your eyes grew wide from the motion. “I always force my friends to partake in human sacrifices,” he added with a wink before bopping your nose. Using the paddle to slap his side, he yelped in surprise and you shot a glare his way.

“No more jokes about dark and traumatizing events that actually happened in real life, remember? At least not for a week.” You shrugged before adding with a serious tone, “And on that note, if you plan on pushing me into the water again, I will perform a handmade vasectomy on your balls.”

Menace dripped off your words, but Stiles being Stiles, he only raised his eyebrows at you before pursing his lips.

“Sounds to me like you’re just offering me a handjob.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “And I would be an idiot to deny that, right?” He let his tongue run over his lip before cocking his head to the side. Scoffing at him, he stared back at you with the slightest hint of a smirk.

You blinked before throwing the paddle in the air to catch it with your hands positioned differently. Lancing it forward, the blade was now situated between Stiles’ thighs—pointing merely inches away at his junk.

Smiling sweetly, you mirrored his tilted head and asked with a stoic voice, “Still want that handjob, Stilinski?”

He gulped thickly. “How about a rain check?”

You didn’t move for a moment before reluctantly lowering the blade and casting it into the water.

“Brutal.” You heard him mutter before mirroring your action.

In light conversation, the two of you paddled toward the middle of the lake. Midway, you had handed Stiles your paddle to let him take over while you leaned back on your elbows to enjoy the view.

View meaning Stiles.

When you had reached the middle, he dropped the paddles and mirrored you, also leaning back and staring up at the cloudless sky. It was getting darker, and no birds nor planes were flying by. At that moment, it truly felt like Stiles and you were the only beings on this planet. You let your eyes flutter shut and took a moment to let your senses be flooded with the sounds of the vast forest. A small smile perched on your lips as you remembered the first time the boy across you had brought you this very location.

You had just moved to Beacon Hill and were ecstatic to find such a large and relatively solitary expanse to take refuge in. But you were even more psyched about the fact that your next-door neighbor and new friend was also into the quiet purity and sense of tranquility that nature offered. This corner of the preserve had easily become your guys’ little untouched hideaway.

Years passed and he had quickly become your favorite person. All it took for him to get you out here tonight was a soft knock on your window as you were sprawled out on your bed and conquering the mass of homework for the week. You were determined to stay, but one look at his puppy eyes and you were already sitting in his passenger seat while he was passionately going on about his newest topic of research. Sometimes it freaked you out how he had you right in the palm of his hands. He could ask you to conquer the world with him, and you wouldn’t even hesitate.

But at what cost came this willingness to do any possible thing for the painfully oblivious guy that you called your best friend?  

Desperate to know the answer, you lowered your gaze to look at Stiles, only to find much to your exasperation that he had already been staring at you with matched curiosity.

“What?” You whispered amused.

He opened his mouth only to clamp it shut again. His hands were clasping and releasing the wood bench he was sitting on, and it made you cast your gaze downward. You ran your hand along the cool wood surface, your fingers delicately dipping into the grooves carved in the past, your lips twitching upwards as you realized they made up a smiley face.

You didn’t notice how Stiles’ eyes were fixated on you, watching your fingers dance along the wood while your lips were slightly parted. Then, you snapped your eyes to him, catching his gaze with widened eyes before falling to your knees and pushing his mystery bag aside to search for something on the side of the boat’s interior.

You noticed his frantic gaze and enlightened briefly. “Do you remember how we carved something into the side of this thing a while ago?” Your fingertips glided over the wood blindly as it was now too dark to make out anything.

Staring at you with confusion, he soon realized what you were talking about and snatched up his bag. Rummaging through it, he let out a victorious “Aha!” when he found what he was looking for.

“Y/N, take this,” Stiles ordered, and you looked up just in time to catch the end of a fairy lights string. Ignoring your confused stare, he moved swiftly around the narrow boat and grabbed the box of batteries.

“Since when do you own fairy lights?” You asked baffled before changing your question to the bigger obscurity at hand, “Do you always carry fairy lights with you?”

He snorted, but when he grasped that you were serious, he shot you a deadpan look. “Oh, no worries. I just do freelance kidnapping.”

You narrowed your eyes at his sarcasm, but he kept going. “I hold my victims hostage with fairy lights while I sing them Christmas carols. You know, personal preference. For me, at least.”

Ignoring your eye roll, he put the batteries in the box and flicked the switch. Instantly, the boat lit up. Yellow fairy lights illuminated your surroundings and the dancing reflections on the water surface deprived you of any signs of annoyance.

“Yesterday, you mentioned how much it sucked that fireflies were no longer around to this season, so I bring you…” He trailed off and gesticulated wildly. “Fireflies straight from your garage!”

You let out a light laugh, grinning broadly at the boy as he gave you a proud but dazzling smile. Since he was too busy admiring the glimmer dancing in your eyes, he didn’t even notice that you were staring at each other a bit longer than necessary but when he did, he quickly averted his gaze and plopped to his knees. Flashing you a cheeky smile, you felt his breath fan over your face before he snapped his head to the side and imitated your movements from earlier—fingers dancing over the interior of the boat. You followed suit and searched the wood as well. Now that you could see, it didn’t take you long until you found what you were looking for.

Stiles had found it at the same time as you, reaching out for the carved letters and tracing the heart shape that encircled them in trance. Your fingertips moved along the line, shaping the letter “S” while Stiles did the same, trailing the letter on the left—your initial. Meeting in the middle to outline the plus sign, your fingers brushed and queasiness bloomed in your stomach. You chastely smiled at Stiles.

Dipping his head for a second, he stared at his lap before looking back up. With a more confident look in his eyes, he took your hand in his, and you felt your breath hitch. He sat down with crossed legs and began to fiddle with your fingers, letting them dangle onto his warm palm.

“I still remember the night we did that,” He said tenderly and nodded toward the carved initials. “Freshmen year. You were sad about not having a date to the winter ball, so we ditched and I took you out here.” His voice was soft, and you couldn’t help but hang onto every word that crossed his lips.

“My dad even made me wear that stupid suit.” He chuckled. “The sleeves were too long so I had to scrunch them up and you kept making terrible jokes about how I looked like I was the outcast of a mafia gang.”

A smile sprung to your lips at the memory. “Those weren’t jokes, by the way. You did look like the lost duckling of a mob gang,” you teased, and he gave you a pointed look before cracking a smile.

It was silent for a moment before he hesitantly settled your intertwined hands on his lap. His gaze held so much warmth and comfort that it rendered you speechless. All of a sudden, you felt something cold touch your wrist. Glancing down, you made out the shape of a bracelet that Stiles had slipped on. Gaping at it, your eyes flitted back and forth between your wrist and his anxious stare. He gnawed on his bottom lip while fidgeting with his hands. “Do you like it?” He spluttered, cheeks glowing a faint shade of pink.

You twisted your wrist carefully to admire the thin gold chain with its dangling charms. It kept slipping up and down since it still had to be adjusted, but you loved everything about it. 

At the sight of a Batman charm, you let out a laugh, filling the quietness with a melody that Stiles couldn’t get enough of. The boy dropped his hand from his neck and heaved a sigh of relief. “I love it.” You pouted and attacked him with a wild hug, not caring that you almost flipped over the whole boat. 

He didn’t hug you back at first, overwhelmed with the scent of your perfume, but then you felt him wrap his arms around your waist just as tightly. “Thank God.” He muttered into your hair and you giggled.

Pulling away with a grin, you let your arms drop to your side, feeling immediately how the bracelet slid from your wrist and dropped to the ground,  prompting you both to bend down at the same time. 

Both being dangerously clumsy, you bumped your foreheads and both let out a yelp. “Sorry, head-butting was not part of the gift,” Stiles cursed under his breath while rubbing his head.

You waved him off, intending to make a joke about concussions being great Christmas gifts, but instead, you froze. There were only paltry inches left between his nose and yours, and you could have easily counted each and every one of his lashes if you wanted to. Awkwardly aware of how close you two were, he flashed you a nervous smile.

“What’chu doing?” He said lightheartedly and you had to laugh.

“Living the dream,” you whispered while your eyes flickered to his lips.

“Yeah?” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Feels like it, doesn’t it?”

He gulped before leaning forward, lips hovering over yours.

“Your face is very close to mine,” Stiles observed, gaze flitting to your lips and back to your amused eyes. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned in. Lips brushing yours when he whispered. “And your lips are very soft.”

“Chapstick,” you replied mindlessly, enjoying his nervous chattering.

“The honey one?” His voice was barely audible.

You hummed while your fingers fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

“I like honey.”

Halting your movements, you opened your eyes and cocked a brow.

“Stilinski, stop talking and kiss me already.”

The corner of Stiles’ mouth curved into a broad grin as he cupped your cheek and finally brought you in for a passionate lip-lock. Your chest sparked with adoration as you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. He tugged you closer, one hand resting on your cheek while the other ran down your back and settled on the small of your back. Using it to press you closer to his chest, he leaned in further, not getting enough of your lips molding together. They moved in perfect synch. So much even that everything felt undoubtedly right and you forgot that you were on a boat.

Instead, you drowned yourself in Stiles’ touch. His touch was warm, igniting a trail of sparkles on your body and encasing both of your lips in a smile. You were the first to pull back, but your eyes remained closed. You were breathing heavily and just as you decided to take a peek, you found Stiles also fluttering his eyes open.

He beamed at you dopily, and you couldn’t help but steal another brief kiss.

And another.

And when you had leaned back for good, he couldn’t help but press yet another kiss at the corner of your lips. Shuffling backward, he propped himself against the wood bench of the boat and let your back lean against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around your frame and you sunk further into his embrace.

Taking your wrist in his hand, he slipped the bracelet back on and adjusted the clasp before intertwining your hands together.

“Stiles?” You asked softly after a second of him tenderly pressing soft kisses on your knuckles.

“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse, and you tilted your head upward to meet his affectionate gaze.

“Stop breaking into my garage, you weirdo.”

* * *

aaaaaaand the end:) i hope you guys liked this one! it’s kind of a lot of fluff but welp. i write for the hopeless romantics so it’s fine lol if you want to get tagged in any of my future writing, just send me an ask! wishing you all a sweet day. stay hydrated x

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[eggtoasties]

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Rating: T for suggestive dancing?

Word Count: 1K

Summary: Where Bokuto imparts words of wisdom.

Note: Bokuto's god is def Meg Thee Stallion

She drew out a weary sigh as she walked towards her apartment. After an excruciating day of back to back meetings, nitpicky clients, and last minute inquiries, she was eager to fall into bed with her boyfriend and pretend she didn’t have to do it all again the next day.

Nearing her door, her forehead creased as she heard a thumping bass line reverberate from her unit. Checking her phone, she hoped that Bokuto wasn’t hosting another impromptu MSBY get together he forgot to tell her about.

Straightening her shoulders and preparing to beg the boys to let her rest in bed instead of hanging out with them, she opened the door. She looked down the entryway confused. There were no shoes haphazardly scattered around, none of their guest slippers were missing, and no sounds of chatter. Walking towards the kitchen, music still blasting, she stopped and covered her mouth—not that anyone would have been able to hear her giggles over the music.

Bokuto was taking two plates of steaming food to their dining table, head bopping and hips swaying. As he neared the table, the song climaxed and he hinged forward at the waist, pedaling his legs to the beat of the music while shaking his hips, food still in hand. At the drop of the chorus, he placed the food down and set the utensils, taking care to fold the napkins like she taught him, making her heart swell.

He was wearing a loose tank top with arm holes cut down the sides of his torso, exposing the corded muscle built over years of training. He must have started cooking right after afternoon practice, she figured, since he was still wearing his compressive leg sleeves. Tracing his body appreciatively with her eyes, she covered another giggle when she saw that he was wearing her house slippers—the bunny ones she had received as a gag gift.

Partially hiding behind the wall, she stifled a laugh as Bokuto belted out the lyrics to the song while uncorking a wine bottle and pouring two generous portions, often fumbling and making up the words as he went along. As the chorus began he dropped his hands to his knees. No longer able to stay still with the bass line reverberating in her bones and the sight of her boyfriend, she practically ran from her hiding place to Bokuto, grabbing his hips and grinding against him. Caught off-guard he turned his head and moved to stand, but a firm hand at the middle of his back and a teasing wink kept him lowered to the ground.

Grinning, he twerked against her as she laughed and moved with the beat of the music, locking eyes when he’d look at her from over his shoulder. Bodies moving in sync and playfully grabbing at Bokuto’s ass every so often, at the start of the second chorus, he smirked at her before bending even further, placing his hands on the ground.

Unable to keep up with his moves while her shoulders were shaking with laughter, she took a step back as he finished out the rest of the song. With the end of the song, she turned off the music.

Bokuto wiped at the sheen across his forehead with the bottom of his shirt and grinned when he saw her ogle.

“That was a fun welcome home, we should do that more often,” he said wiggling his brows.

Wrapping her arms around his torso, she grinned into his chest.

Delivering a sharp smack to his ass, she said, “Feel free to throw it back whenever you want.”

“—hey!”

With that, he gripped her even tighter, forcing her to wiggle in his grasp as he walked them over to the table. Placing her gently down then pulling the chair out for her he pouted.

“Babe, throwing it back and twerking are two totally different things.”

Mouth watering at the smell of dinner, she nodded absentmindedly, waiting for him to take his seat across from her. He surprised her when he instead sat next to her and reached over the table to move his plate next to hers.

“Are you telling me this entire time you didn’t know I was twerking?” he sniffed and poked at his food. “Me and Tsumtsum have been practicing really hard!”

Forcing herself to tear her eyes from the delicious food even though her stomach had been growling since her early afternoon meeting, she looked at her boyfriend. Droopy haired and pouting with hands clutched in his lap, she sighed.

“Babe,” she said sweetly, leaning towards him. She ran a gentle hand through his hair and scratched his scalp until his brow relaxed in contentment and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. “Your ass is way nicer than Atsumu’s.”

Luckily, that did the trick. Perking up again, he grabbed his fork with renewed energy and raised his fist. “That’s right—you’re right! I deadlift way more than Tsumtsum anyways, of course I’m the best!”

Digging in while her boyfriend animatedly started listing his weight lifting personal records and the best videos to learn how to dance, she internally wept at how good the food was. Every component of the dish was expertly cooked and seasoned, the flavors were well balanced, and she hummed appreciatively at the wine pairing.

While she nodded along to Bokuto’s chatter, more focused on finishing her plate so she could sneak bites off of Bokuto’s he suddenly went silent.

She raised a brow at him while chewing quickly, wondering what had happened for him to still and look dazedly at the space in front of him.

“Babe,” he said affronted, “you’ve looked at Tsumtsum’s ass?”

Choking mid swallow, she quickly grabbed her glass, tearfully glaring at her boyfriend who made no moves to pat her back.

Hair dropping once again, he looked at her, eyes mysteriously glassy.

She wasn’t going to tell him all the girls occasionally talked about other things when they all met up during MSBY games, especially when their boys were in front of them, squatting for large portions of the game. Obviously, she only had eyes for her silver haired baby, but sometimes the girls got distracted.

Wiping the tears that pooled at her eyes and collecting herself, she began to try and explain.

“Bokuto I—”

“You shouldn’t objectify men, y’know,” he sniffed. “We’re people too,” he said, delicately picking up his utensils.

Stuttering, she stared blankly at her boyfriend trying to process the turn of events.  

[iwascum]

lost time - punk!matsukawa issei x female reader

chapter one of what i would do to you

ao3 link | wattpad link

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you said, resting your forehead against his, gazing into his dark eyes.

“Me too,” he replied quietly, gazing back at you, “Are we just a pair of idiots who have been wanting to fuck each other this entire time without actually saying anything?”

You blushed and giggled, adjusting yourself so that you were straddled over his lap. You could feel his cock beginning to strain against the fabric of his swimsuit, and you realised with a jolt just how well-endowed Mattsun was. “I think we are.”

Your least favourite part of a vacation had to be the packing. You sat on the floor of your dorm, almost every article of clothing you owned strewn on the floor around you with almost none of it inside of your suitcase. You groaned as you surveyed the mess, cursing your terrible packing skills. What was the weather even like in Hokkaido at this time of year? Were you going to need a jacket? What about walking shoes? How many outfits did you even wear in a week?

Sighing, you picked up your phone to text your friends begging for help. You had organised this trip to Hokkaido with your four best friends, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Matsukawa, but admittedly Iwa and Makki had done most of the planning. That left you high and dry, without much of a clue as to what the week held for the five of you, and no idea what to bring. Before you could even open the group chat to ask, though, you heard your door swing open, and the familiar faces of Hanamaki and Matsukawa entered the room.

“Guys, knock!” you said, spinning around to face them. The two boys grinned at your indignation, striding into the room despite your objection.

“What, not like we’ve never walked in on you naked before,” said Hanamaki with a smirk, picking up one of your bras from your pillow and tossing it aside with an expression of mock disgust before sitting down on your bed. He did have a point- you, Makki, and Mattsun had been friends since before you even started elementary school, and they’d probably seen you without clothes more times than you cared to remember. Still, you crossed your arms, not wanting to budge on your boundaries.

“And what would you do if you walked in and there was a guy in here?”

“Ask to join in,” Mattsun said without missing a beat, flashing a wicked grin as he did so, “Been a while since I got some good dick.”

You snorted and threw a balled-up sock at him, which he dodged with the expertise of someone who had been avoiding volleyballs for years. It was through Mattsun and Makki playing volleyball that you guys had met Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and the five of you had remained firm friends, despite the latter two boys choosing to go to a different university than you and your childhood pals. They would be joining the three of you soon though, with their flight to Hokkaido scheduled for the day after yours. You were excited for the gang to all be back together again, or at least you would be if you didn’t have to pack before that could happen.

“Why does it look like a bomb went off in here?” Makki asked, leaning languidly against your bed frame.

“Because I suck at packing, Hiro, you know that!” you whined, flopping over your suitcase in defeat. The lighter haired boy sighed, standing back up and walking over to kneel on the floor next to you.

“Well, you’re probably gonna need sweaters, and we might go hiking, so sneakers are a good idea,” he said, retrieving a pair of shoes from the pile of clothes next to him, “Plus Tooru suggested we have a nice meal out at some point, so you might wanna bring something that makes you not look homeless.”

You swatted his arm lightly at the playful insult, but were glad for his help nonetheless. Despite their constant teasing, Mattsun and Makki cared for you deeply, and you felt the same way about them. You knew they wouldn’t let you come on the trip unprepared, even though they’d probably tell you otherwise. However, you and Makki’s discussion on what to bring was cut short by a long, low whistle from your other friend.

“Now what do we have here?” Mattsun was standing next to your bed holding something small and black in his tattooed hands. You realised with a start that it was your new bikini that you had bought for this trip, an admittedly quite skimpy getup that one of your girlfriends had convinced you to buy at the mall. You blushed at the sight of him dangling it in the air, and jumped up to snatch it from him.

“Issei! Give that back!” you demanded, but he held it just out of your reach, the height difference between the two of you giving him an advantage.

“You gonna model this for us in Hokkaido?” he grinned at you, light glinting off of his lip piercings as he did so, “I’ll be looking forward to that.”

Clambering onto the bed, you managed to snatch the swimsuit back from him. He laughed mischievously, pleased to have gotten such a good reaction out of you, and let you place the offending article of clothing in your suitcase.

“One more comment like that and I’ll gouge your eyes out before you can see me in it, asshole.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The flight from Miyagi to Hokkaido was largely uneventful, save for Makki managing to spill his bottled water all over his shoes during some turbulence and Mattsun consistently complaining about how Japanese airline seats were not made for people over six feet tall. This was all forgotten by the time you three stepped out of the airport, breathing in the crisp, cool air that greeted you. You shivered slightly, glad that Makki had told you to bring a sweater. He and Mattsun didn’t seem phased by the cold weather at all, though, and stretched their arms out to embrace the cool breeze.

“Finally!” Mattsun sighed happily, folding his arms behind his head, the tattoos decorating them rippling as he did so, “You rented a car for us, right Hiro?”

“Yeah,” the other boy replied, pulling out his phone to check the details, “Should be at that rental place over there.”

“Sweet, I’ll drive,” Mattsun smiled, and you quietly breathed a sigh of relief. The darker haired boy was certainly the better driver of your two friends, even if he did insist on blaring rap music as he did so. Regardless, you could put up with it if it meant you could avoid Makki’s chaotic driving for the time being.

The three of you made your way to the rental car office, with Makki ducking inside to get the keys and sign the paperwork whilst you and Mattsun waited outside. Mattsun chose to pass the time by using your head as an armrest, much to your annoyance. After several unsuccessful attempts, you managed to grab his forearm, pulling it off of your head.

“Issei!” you protested, holding his arm firmly away from you, “Quit!”

He grinned at you, a devilish glint in his eyes. Messing with you was one of his favourite activities, and the fact that you were on holiday wasn’t going to stop him from partaking in it.

“Make me,” he hummed, flexing his forearm in an attempt to wiggle free of your grasp. You blushed, letting go of him and instead giving him a light smack to the belly. He laughed and slung the offending arm around your shoulders instead. You swear, if you didn’t know any better you’d really think he was flirting with you sometimes. Not that you’d exactly be mad about that, per se. Mattsun was attractive, his physique tall and muscular from years of volleyball, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never wondered what those lip rings would feel like pressed against your skin. You two had been friends forever though, if he really wanted to make a move he could have, and you weren’t about to throw away a lifetime’s worth of friendship over the fact that you occasionally thought about him and his tongue piercing when you were alone at night.

At that moment, Makki emerged from inside the rental building, holding a car key triumphantly in the air.

“Let’s go!” he said, tossing Mattsun the keys with a lazy smile, and the three of you piled yourselves and your luggage into the rental and got on your way. You chose to sit in the passenger seat next to Mattsun as he drove, with Makki stretching out in the back. You spent the first half an hour or so of the drive laughing and cracking jokes, full of excitement at the fact that you were finally in Hokkaido, but eventually the conversation quieted down and Makki announced that he was going to take a nap. You and Mattsun lapsed into comfortable silence to allow your friend to do so, instead taking in the gorgeous scenery and bopping your heads softly to Mattsun’s playlist, which thankfully was also turned down for Makki’s sake.

You found yourself glancing at Mattsun out of the corner of your eye, one of his hands gripping the steering wheel, the other mindlessly tapping along to the song that was playing. You couldn’t help but admire the dark ink that adorned his slender fingers and toned arms, snaking its way across his skin to create intricate designs. His finger tattoos had hurt a lot, he’d told you, but not as badly as the ones on his neck. Mattsun certainly didn’t look like the average college student, his arms and chest covered in ink and his face and ears full of piercings. The two of you often got weird looks when you went out in public together, with you being relatively normal looking, at least in comparison to Mattsun. In fact, on more than one occasion, concerned people had pulled you aside to make sure he wasn’t a yakuza member who had kidnapped you or the like. You knew he honestly couldn’t care less though, and you did think his tattoos were cool, even though you also knew it had been a challenge for Makki and Iwa to find a hot spring for this trip that would let the five of you in with Mattsun in tow.

You didn’t even notice that you had dozed off while thinking until you felt the dark-haired boy softly shaking your shoulder.

“Y/N, we’re here,” he said gently, a smile playing at his lips when you jerked up in surprise. Blinking and looking around, you noticed that the sun had begun to set on the hilly horizon, casting a golden light over what you assumed was the cottage you guys were renting for your trip as well as your friend’s face.

“Sorry, didn’t realise I fell asleep,” you murmured, yawning and stretching your arms above your head.

“Well time to wake up, your luggage isn’t gonna bring itself inside,” Makki said, poking his head between the front seats with a grin. You wondered when he himself had awoken, but regardless followed his orders and got out of the car, enjoying the feeling of stretching your legs and once again feeling grateful for your sweater.

It wasn’t long until the three of you had managed to get all your bags inside and started exploring the house you were staying in, with Mattsun loudly proclaiming that he got first dibs on rooms since he drove. This led to a brief scuffle between him and Makki, who felt he got first pick because he did most of the planning for the trip, which eventually led to you smacking the two of them over the heads with a pillow and unintentionally starting a pillow fight. After the three of you had thoroughly worn yourselves out and agreed to save the room selections for later, you made your way back to the living room, where Makki flopped down on the sofa and began talking about getting dinner. The three of you settled on delivery, worn out from your day of travel, and you leaned over Makki’s shoulder for a while as he scrolled through options on his phone.

“Hey guys, come look at this!” You eventually heard Mattsun call from outside. You poked your head around the sliding door to the deck outside and gasped. The deck was completely fitted out with everything you could need to enjoy a chilly evening with your friends, with comfy looking outdoor chairs surrounding a small fire pit, overlooking a gorgeous view of the mountains, as well as what looked like-

“Is that a hot tub?” You asked excitedly, stepping outside to investigate.

“Looks like it,” said Mattsun eagerly, pulling back the cover on the thing to confirm his suspicions.

“Cool, right?” Makki leant against the doorframe, crossing his arms and taking in the view, “The hot tub was Iwa’s idea. It was a little more expensive, but I think it’ll be worth it.”

“For sure,” Mattsun pulled the cover back over the tub and straightened up, looking pleased, “We’re totally using this after dinner.”

“Well we have to order dinner first to be able to do that, so get your asses in here and tell me what you want!” Makki said, turning and heading back inside. You and Mattsun exchanged a smile and then ran in after him, jumping onto the sofa next to your friend to decide what you all wanted to eat.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The rest of the evening passed by relatively quickly, with the three of you resolving to order a pizza and watch some stupid YouTube videos on the TV while you ate. You all were lounging on one of the couches on your phones as you let your dinner digest, your head resting on Makki’s shoulder while your legs stretched across Mattsun’s lap. Suddenly, the latter boy perked his head up and put down his phone.

“Hot tub?” he inquired eagerly. You sat up as well, nodding enthusiastically. You had almost forgotten about the hot tub over dinner, but your friend’s reminder rekindled your excitement. Makki yawned.

“You guys go ahead, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” he said, standing up and stretching, “Someone has to be awake tomorrow morning to let Tooru and Iwa in, and I know damn well it isn’t gonna be either of you two.”

You giggled guiltily. Makki was right, you and Mattsun certainly weren’t morning people, but still-

“You sure you won’t come in with us? Not even for a little bit?” you asked, tilting your head up at your friend.

“Nah, cause I’ll have to shower and shit afterwards. Not worth it,” Makki replied, “Don’t let me stop you guys though.” And with that he left, grabbing his suitcase from by the front door and wheeling it down the hall.

“Aw man, he’s gonna steal the best room,” Mattsun whined, slumping down on the couch in defeat.

“Oh well, just means more hot tub for us!” you said, prodding his shoulder with a giggle, “Come on, let’s go!”

“Patience is a virtue,” he replied, pushing your legs off of his lap and standing up. You followed his actions, rising from your seat and walking over to your bag.

“Yeah, because you’re so virtuous,” you teased, dodging him as he swatted at you in retaliation. You laughed, grabbing your bag and darting away from him before locking yourself in the bathroom to get changed.

You rummaged through your bag, searching for the swimsuit that you brought. You felt a slight shiver run up your spine as you remembered Mattsun’s comments on it from the day before. He’d obviously just been messing with you, but a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he wasn’t. Did you want him to be messing with you? You pondered as you changed. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice that your bikini somehow seemed even smaller than you remembered, the lack of fabric highlighting the curves of your hips and breasts. You shivered, feeling a little exposed, but you couldn’t help but wonder if Mattsun would like your new purchase. Wait, did you want him to like it?

You shook your head, trying to replace your swirling thoughts with a firm reminder that he was your best friend and nothing more, before grabbing a towel and heading outside. Mattsun was already in the hot tub when you arrived, his long, tattooed arms resting along the rim of the tub as he relaxed in the steamy water. His dark eyes looked you up and down, taking in your outfit, but he didn’t comment on it, much to your relief- or was it disappointment?

“Took you long enough,” he grinned, sitting up slightly.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, dropping your towel on a chair and walking over to join him. You dipped a tentative foot in the water, the warmth flowing across your skin, before lowering yourself into the tub. You let a contented smile spread across your face, allowing your eyes to wander across the starry sky and the mountains in the distance before coming to rest on Mattsun. You forgot just how expansive his body modifications were sometimes, his tattoos covering his entire chest and arms, with his massive back piece peeking out over his shoulders. His nipples were pierced as well, a gunmetal barbel through each of them, and you had to admit that the entire ensemble, along with his toned muscles and abs, was impressive to look at.

“Enjoying the view?” he smirked, noticing your gaze. You flushed, not realising that you had been staring.

“Yeah, that view, idiot,” you said, pointing to the mountains before splashing him with water, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flustered you were. He laughed, holding his hands up in defence before turning back to look at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Before you could even respond, he stood up and scooped you up in his arms, holding you above the water.

“Issei!” you protested, knowing what he was planning to do, but you stood no chance. Grinning, he quickly bent his knees, dunking you under the water despite your protests. You emerged with a splutter, his arms still around you, “Issei, you dick!”

He just laughed, his strong grasp preventing you from moving away as the warm water ran down your face, “You totally asked for it.”

“Did not!” you said indignantly, pushing your wet hair away from your eyes, “Now put me down.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” Mattsun replied, lifting you slightly higher above the water. You tensed, the feeling of his strong arms lifting your body so easily making you feel things you’d rather not admit.

“Issei, put me down!” you said again, bracing your hands against his shoulders so as not to lose your balance. His skin was warm and wet, and you could feel his firm muscles as he dangled you above the water.

“Do you really want me to?”

“What?” You froze, not sure if you’d understood him correctly, “Why wouldn’t I want you to…”

Mattsun chuckled, his dark eyes moving across your dripping, scantily-clad figure. What little fabric there was clung to you in an almost obscene way, and he drank it all in with an expression of amusement and thinly disguised lust.

“Come on, Y/N…” he said softly, his voice almost a purr, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at me lately. Let’s face it, we both know I’m hot.”

“I…” You trailed off, blushing hard, “S-so what if you’re hot? That doesn’t mean anything!”

“Doesn’t it?” He was leaning his face closer to you now, practically whispering in your ear, his voice low and husky, “Are you telling me you wouldn’t like it if I kissed you right now?”

“I…” You weren’t sure how to respond. Was this really happening? Was your childhood best friend really making a move on you right now? Although, you couldn’t say you didn’t like how his eyes were sweeping over you hungrily, how his grip was tightening slightly around your body.

“Kiss me, then.”

The words left your mouth before you even realised, and Mattsun grinned before pressing his lips against yours. His mouth was wet from the steam, and his lip rings pressed into your skin as he kissed you deeply. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you nonetheless leaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around Mattsun’s neck and pulling him closer. He let out a small groan of pleasure, slowly sitting back down in the water without removing his arms or his lips from your body. You felt one of his hands slide down to your thigh and you let out a squeak of surprise, and he used your open mouth as an invitation to press his tongue past your teeth. The dual sensations of his fingers beginning to squeeze your thigh and his tongue exploring your mouth made you shudder, but you continued to kiss him back, your own tongue slipping past his lips as you deepened the kiss. It was a while before you two broke apart, breathing heavily from both the steamy air and your excitement.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” you said, resting your forehead against his, gazing into his dark eyes.

“Me too,” he replied quietly, gazing back at you, “Are we just a pair of idiots who have been wanting to fuck each other this entire time without actually saying anything?”

You blushed and giggled, adjusting yourself so that you were straddled over his lap. You could feel his cock beginning to strain against the fabric of his swimsuit, and you realised with a jolt just how well-endowed Mattsun was. “I think we are.”

“Well damn, no time like the present,” he murmured, his choice of words light, but the huskiness of his voice and the darkness of his eyes gave away just how turned on he was.

You smiled and closed the distance between your lips once again, wrapping your arms around Mattsun’s neck and leaning your body in as close to his as you possibly could. His hands trailed up and down your torso as you kissed him, exploring the curve of your waist and the bare expanse of your back before one settled on your hip, the other reaching up to tentatively palm your breast through your swimsuit. You gasped and involuntarily bucked your hips, grinding them against Mattsun’s clothed erection, earning a groan of pleasure from the middle blocker as his fingers began to lightly knead at your breast. You leant back slightly to allow him easier access to your chest before experimentally rolling your hips again, revelling in the friction it produced between the two of you. The hand on your hip tightened its grip, urging you to continue, and so you did, grinding your own clothed sex against Mattsun’s in search of some relief from the boiling pressure that was growing inside of you.

You didn’t object when you felt the boy move his hand away from your breast to tug at the strings of your bikini, letting him untie them and pull the wet fabric away from your body. You shivered, your nipples perking up in response to the chilly night air. It wasn’t long before Mattsun’s deft fingers were around one of them, however, rolling the nub between his fingertips with practiced ease. Pulling away from your lips, he let his eyes rake up and down your now naked torso, taking in the sight of your soaked figure. His gaze came to rest upon your exposed breasts, and he cocked a pierced brow.

“You cold?” he asked, the familiar teasing tone returning to his voice as he gave your nipple a squeeze. You gasped, but before you could object to his words his mouth was on your other nipple, tongue encircling it. You let a whimper escape your mouth and dropped your head onto his shoulder, your hands grabbing at his back as you gave your hips a particularly aggressive roll. This only encouraged Mattsun, and you felt his teeth graze against your skin, nipping at the bare flesh. You moaned and dug your nails into his shoulder blades, the growing pressure below your stomach making you desperate for a release.

“Issei, I…” you whimpered into his neck, “Please, Issei, I need you.”

“Need me to do what?” he murmured, barely pulling his mouth off of you enough to form the words. You felt his hot breath dance across your skin as he awaited your response, and you bit your lip.

“I… Touch me,” Your words were soft, spoken into his neck, “Please.”

That was all he needed to hear. His hands moved quickly, one sliding from your hip to the small of your back to hold you steady while the other slipped down your front, coming to a rest against your clothed cunt. You gasped at the feeling of his fingers pressing against you, your head jerking up from where it had been resting on his shoulder. His eyes found yours, and the two of you locked lips again as he began to stroke you through your swimsuit. You mewled into his mouth as your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more pressure from his long, slim fingers. He found your clit easily even through the layer of fabric, and he rubbed small circles around it, breaking the pattern every so often to deliver pressure directly to your sweet spot. He was good at this, so good at this, and you didn’t even want to think about how many other girls he’d done this with to be this skilled, because in that moment you wanted Mattsun and his touch all to yourself for the rest of your life.

The dark-haired boy seemed to sense your desperation, and in one fluid motion he hooked his arms under your legs and swung your body around to sit you on the edge of the hot tub, your back pressed against the railings surrounding the deck. His teeth nipped at your lip and gave it an affectionate tug before he pulled away, resulting in a whine escaping you at the sudden lack of sensation against both your mouth and your sex. Your frustration didn’t last long, though, as you realised what Mattsun’s intentions were. You watched him sink down to his knees in the warm water, his eyes dark with lust as he hooked an inquisitive finger under the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper. You nodded wordlessly, allowing him to slip off the last article of clothing keeping him from your body. He tossed what was left of your swimsuit onto the deck before parting your legs and turning his gaze to your exposed sex, swollen and glistening with more than just water.

“Fuck,” he murmured, dragging an experimental finger along your slit, making you shudder, “Such a pretty pussy, Y/N, why have you been keeping this from me for so long?”

If you had been a little more clear headed you might have made a sarcastic remark about not generally making a habit of fucking your childhood friends, but as it was, Mattsun’s words went straight to your pussy and your found yourself unable to respond, choosing instead to twist your fingers into his damp hair as he continued to drag a solitary finger up and down your sex.

“God, I wanna fucking taste you so bad, Y/N, you have no idea,” he moved his face closer to your skin, his laboured breaths against your cunt giving away just how turned on he was. Your own breath caught in your throat as he gazed up at you, his expression seeking permission to close the gap between his mouth and your body. You didn’t think you’d ever seen anything so hot in your life, and your grip on his hair tightened as you nodded shakily.

“Please, Issei, I want you,” you breathed. You didn’t need to tell him twice and his mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue hot and wet as he greedily lapped up your taste, arms wrapping around your thighs to hold you steady. You gasped, your grip on his locks tightening once again, and it might have been almost painful for him if his attention was anywhere but your cunt right now. He moved with practiced ease, alternating between licking long, broad stripes across your hole and circling your clit with his tongue, pausing sometimes to flick his tongue back and forth across the sensitive bud. He felt incredible, his tongue piercing felt incredible, and you made sure to let him know, letting curses and satisfied noises fall freely from your lips. He responded with groans of his own, the sound reverberating down your cunt which only served to make the experience feel even better.

You were sure you could cum soon, and he must have sensed it, because he moved his attention to suck lightly on your clit, freeing up space for two long fingers to slip inside you. The sounds of pleasure coming from your mouth were absolutely obscene at this point, the sensation of him inside of you almost too much to handle. You felt his fingers curling slightly, searching for a spot he knew would make you come undone, and when he finally brushed against it you did just that.

“Issei, I, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” The words tumbled from your lips, your hands grasping at his hair, trying to find some anchor in the dark strands. Your exclamation only served to encourage him further, his tongue dancing rapidly across your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you, brushing against your sweet spot. With a cry you felt your climax hit you, throwing your head back in bliss as your vision went white. Mattsun dutifully coaxed you through your high, not ceasing his movements until he was absolutely sure that you had wrung every last drop of pleasure out of your orgasm. He slowly pulled his fingers out from you, simultaneously removing his mouth from where it had been sucking your clit with a lewd popping sound that made you twitch. He gazed up at you as you watched him, his chest rising and falling with heavy pants, and you noted to yourself that your best friend looked especially hot with your cum smeared across his face.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, taking in each other’s expressions as you both caught your breath. Mattsun’s eyes were still hungry as he wiped his face, taking in your breathless form with undisguised desire, and you noticed as he rose to stand above you that there was an impressive tent in his shorts.

“Y/N…” he murmured, moving his face close to yours, “Let me fuck you. Please.”

In a normal situation you might have needed a little more time to recover after cumming as hard as you just did, but his words sent a jolt to your sex that told you that you were already ready to go again. You nodded.

‘Fuck me, Issei,” you whispered. His lips crashed against yours in an instant, giving you a deep, desperate kiss before leaning back to remove his own clothes. You watched as he did so, eyes clouded with desire, and you instinctively licked your lips when you saw his cock spring free. He was huge, a good seven or eight inches by the looks of it, with an impressive girth to match. You gazed down at his cock thirstily and it throbbed in appreciation, revealing a familiar glint of metal on the underside.

“Is that…?” you breathed, your eyes darting upwards to meet Mattsun’s gaze. He smirked.

“A piercing? Yeah,” he said, stepping closer so that he was standing between your legs, “Not all of my body mods are for the eyes of the public, you know.”

You sucked in a breath and reached out a hand to tentatively stroke him, the dark-haired boy letting out a soft hiss of appreciation as he felt your fingers wrap around his member. He bit his lip, eyelids fluttering shut as you moved your hand up and down his length, pausing to brush your fingers over the bar through his frenum, “Fuck, Y/N…”

“You’re so big, Issei…” you murmured, partially stroking his ego and partially genuinely awed. He let out a soft sigh as your thumb swiped over the tip, smearing the beads of precum that had gathered there. 

“Think you can take it?” he purred, the teasing tone you knew so well lacing his words, but instead of annoying you this time it only served to turn you on more.

“Only one way to find out,” You locked eyes with him, trying to match his playful timbre, but the shakiness of your voice gave away how badly you wanted him.

He grinned almost hungrily before moving closer to you, positioning his hips between your open legs. Your gaze darted back and forth between his face and his impressive length, and you bit your lip as you felt it graze ever so slightly across your cunt. His hands moved downwards, one pushing your thigh outwards slightly more and one wrapping around his cock, lining himself up with your dripping hole before pushing himself in. He moved agonisingly slowly, and you whimpered as you felt yourself stretching around him, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. He let out a soft grunt of his own as his full length slipped inside of you, his hands moving up to brace himself against the railing behind you.

“Fuck, so tight,” he murmured. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words in your throat turned into a yelp as Mattsun quickly pulled out and thrust back in, hard. His lips moved to cover yours as he began to build a steady, intense rhythm, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust into you. Your hands wrapped around his back, nails scraping at his skin, searching for some kind of handhold while you moaned into his mouth. His snakebites pressed firmly against your lower lip, occasionally drawing away to take a breath before kissing you once more. All of his movements were rapid, voracious, as if he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your insides clenching around his dick, couldn’t get enough of the feeling of your tongue dancing with his. You could feel how badly he’d wanted this, how much his body ached for you, and it only served to turn you on more. You couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’d thought of you while alone at night, whether or not he’d ever moaned your name before, and you instinctively clenched around him at the thought.

“Fuck, Issei, fuck, you feel so good,” The words spilled from your mouth as he pulled away from your lips, panting hard, “You feel so good inside of me, fuck, wanna feel you cum inside of me- ah!”

Your words were cut off as he slightly changed the angle of his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot. You gasped, nails digging into his back as he thrust against it again.

“Oh fuck, Issei, right there!” You clenched around him tighter, scraping long red lines down his back. He groaned, dropping his head onto your shoulder, teeth grazing the crook of your neck as he sped up his pace. You could feel the familiar pressure building in your abdomen, the taut coil of pleasure about to spring free as Mattsun brought you to your climax for the second time.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so fucking close,” the middle blocker hissed into your neck, dropping his arms to wrap around your waist as his tempo continued to increase. You could feel his chest pressed flush against your own, his laboured breath against your neck, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more and more erratic as he approached his peak. The moans tumbling from your lips turned into a cry of pleasure as he landed a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot and you came undone once again, eyes rolling back in your head as he coaxed you through your second blinding orgasm. He followed soon after, fingers gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he finished inside you. You felt his cock pulse as he let out a breathy moan, filling you with his cum as you came down from your own high. The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, catching your breath and enjoying the closeness of your skin. After what seemed like an aeon he pulled out of you, his seed spilling out of your hole as he did so. 

“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathed, gazing down at your spent body, “You were so good.”

“Issei, I…” you responded shakily, still out of breath, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

He grinned, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss against your forehead, “Should’ve told me sooner, doll, I would have fucked the shit out of you in high school if you’d asked.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I should have.”

“Mmm,” he cupped your face with his hand, tilting your chin up to once again close the distance between your lips, “Maybe we just need to make up for lost time then.”

[stargazing-dreamer-girl]

My sister’s ghost band and me

In which you sometimes forget that you’re dealing with ghosts and can’t actually touch them.

Platonic!Alex Mercer x reader, platonic!Reggie Peters x reader, platonic!Luke Patterson x reader

Oh, it’s gender neutral reader btw

WC: 6k

A/N: It’s finally finished! I worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it. For some reason I can’t tag the person who commented on my post about the concept for this story, but I hope this finds their way to them :)

Ever since the three ghost boys have appeared in your life nothing has been the same. Your sister Julie who had lost such a big part of herself when your mother died finally had that back and you’ve never been prouder of her. The music she was making with the guys was so beautiful and you would never stop being grateful to them for doing what you couldn’t, bringing music back into her life.

So, it was no wonder that the one song of them that was on YouTube was playing on repeat in your household. You were humming along to ‘Edge of Great’ while preparing dinner when the front door opened and your dad walked in.

“Man, I love that song!” He exclaimed when he noticed what you were listening to. He shrugged off his coat moving his head along to the beat.

“No way! Me too!” You laughed turning the volume down a little, so you could talk to your dad without having to scream over the music. He came over to the kitchen, pressing a small kiss to your temple in greeting before glancing into the pot and letting out a cheer.

“Yes! Your pasta! I love you!” He pulled you into a hug eliciting another laugh from you. When you looked over at him, he was still staring into the pot mesmerized. You lifted up your hand to bop his nose taking him out of that trance.

“Love you, too, papi.” The alarm going off then alerted you that the breadsticks were done, so you moved around your dad to take them out of the oven. “I know you need to take Carlos to practice, so I’ll just set some aside for you guys and you can reheat it when you get back.”

“Yes, right. Thank you!” He called for your little brother right after who came running down the stairs immediately. “Let’s go!” You shouted a quick “Bye!” after them which was left unheard with the door falling shut before you finished talking. The only noise in the kitchen now was the muffled music coming from the studio, the video you had been watching having finished long ago. You shut your laptop and put it in the living room to make some room in the kitchen.

You were about to call Julie in for dinner, before you thought better of it. Instead, you filled two plates with pasta and took some breadsticks, before you left the house and walked over to where your sister’s band was rehearsing. The music got louder the closer you got to the big white doors, a song you didn’t recognize playing.

Pushing one of the doors farther open with your foot while balancing the plates you were greeted with the sight of Julie belting out what had to be the last note of their new song before they noticed you. Luke was the first to look over, exclaiming your name with a smile on his face which prompted the rest of the group to turn towards you as well.

“I brought dinner!” You announced, mostly to Julie since the three boys weren’t capable of eating anything. She moved away from the keyboard to take one of the plates from your hands setting it down on the table. You followed right after her after greeting the boys and went to sit down on the floor, your back leaning against the couch. “That sounded great! Is it a new song?” You asked before taking the first bite.

The guys moved to join Julie and you around the table. Even though they couldn’t eat they still provided great company. When Luke sat down right next to Julie you shared a look with Alex. You were always talking about how obvious the chemistry between the two was on stage and wondered if it would ever transition to off-stage as well.

“Yeah, it’s called ‘Stand Tall’ and it’s definitely an anthem!”

“Well, I’d love to hear the whole thing some time.”

Julie nodded excitedly. “Just come to the next band practice! I don’t even know what you’re always doing huddled up in the house.”

“Gee, thanks! I might be focusing on school work or something equally insignificant.”

“You can just do your work here while you’re listening to us play,” Reggie chimed in, earning approving nods from the group.

 Alex plopped out of the studio at some point during dinner saying something about meeting Willie. Julie left shortly after as soon as she was done eating. Flynn had texted her and wanted her to come over. But, being the good sister that she was, she took your plate inside with her before she left. Then it was just you, Reggie and Luke left in the studio although the latter didn’t really count since he was so focused on songwriting that he didn’t react at all to anything you said.

You remained sitting on the ground, but turned to face Reggie. He had made himself comfortable on the couch you had been leaning against. Resting your head on your arm you looked up at him, a small smile on your face.

“What’s up with you?” He asked, an uneasy chuckle escaping him as he realized that your undivided attention was on him.

You bit your lip trying to refrain from breaking out into a huge grin. “I heard the cheerleaders talking about you today,” you told him with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

His face went red in an instant, a stark contrast to his pale skin tone. He started stammering before just smiling wildly over at Luke. “You hear that, dude? The cheerleaders talk about me!” But Luke was still so focused on his notebook that he didn’t notice. He did, however, notice it when Reggie threw his flannel at him to get his attention.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, scrunching up the flannel in his hands before throwing it back at his friend, hitting him right in the head. “What did you do that for?”

“You’re not listening! They just told me some great news and you didn’t even listen!”

“Wait! What news?” Luke shut his book focusing his attention on you as he waited for you to repeat yourself, probably expecting something more exciting than what you have told Reggie. You could see it in his face. When your words sunk in, his face fell, his expression somewhere between boredom and annoyance. “And that’s why you stopped me? Dude, I was working on some killer lyrics!” With that he grabbed his notebook again and teleported out of the garage.

Reggie quickly got over his best friend abruptly leaving and turned back to you. “Well, I hope, you told them that you know me. I’m nothing without my greatest fan.”

“So, I’m your greatest fan now?”

“Well, of course, there can’t be another reason you’re always at our gigs,” he replied smugly, leaning forward in his seat. “And always notice when someone’s talking about me.”

You tried to hide behind your hands as you felt heat rising to your head. “I’m just attentive when it comes to my sister’s band. It’s got nothing to do with you personally.” You shrug, peeking a glance at him from behind your hands. The pout on his face made you reconsider though. “But you’re a pretty great guy.”

He moved off the couch to sit on the floor with you. You had already learned that Reggie could be easily excitable. He was like a puppy, so you couldn’t resist when he watched you with a big smile and sparkling eyes to bop his nose like you always did with your siblings and your dad. What you didn’t factor in was that your finger would go right through his face.

You quickly pulled your hand away and jumped up to bring some distance between yourself and the situation. The pacing you started wasn’t really a conscious choice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think. It was an impulse and I momentarily forgot. God, that was so awkward. I can’t believe that just happened. I’m so sorry, Reggie.”

When you were met with silence you stopped your pacing to look up at him. He was still on the ground following you with his eyes. But instead of looking horrified or angry he had a smile on his face when he called your name. “It’s fine. I feel honored, really.” The confused look on your face prompted him to explain some more. “I always see how you do that to Julie, Carlos, your dad, even Flynn. You do it to the people you care about and I’m happy I’m one of them, even if it’s not the same and it might be a little weird, ‘cause, like, I can feel something but it’s not quite touch. But I can definitely feel that you have a lot of love in your heart. You mean a lot to me, too. To all of us. I wouldn’t mind if it happened again because I know it means that you love us.”

“That was really sappy.” You tried to play it off but his words meant a lot to you. They were true and having it laid out in front of you like that brought tears to your eyes.

“Oh shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He jumped up and quickly moved over to you. His hands hovered just above your cheeks. He was cursing himself for not being able to wipe your tears now and just wrap you into a hug.

“They’re not sad tears, Reggie. I’m fine. I’m just… grateful to have you guys in my life.” You gave him a small smile before excusing yourself to turn in for the night. The incident replayed in your mind and even though you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the fact that you forgot about him being a ghost for a second you appreciated the words he told you.

 The incident was soon forgotten. Well, not that soon. You had made the grave mistake of telling Julie about it and she went on to tell it to Flynn. They both kept teasing you because of it. But at some point, even that died down and you didn’t have to constantly think about your slipup. Reggie’s behavior around you didn’t change at all either which calmed you immensely.

When you got home that afternoon the house was unusually quiet and when you shouted out for your family members nobody gave you a reaction.

“Nobody’s home,” sounded from your right, making you jump in surprise. Alex, adorned by his pink sweatshirt, had appeared right next to you. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But I heard you come home and thought I’d come over. Julie and Luke are working on some lyrics, so they banned us from the garage.”

You calmed down from the shock fairly quickly. A side effect of having ghost friends was that it didn’t freak you out as much anymore when one just appeared out nowhere, or at least you learned to recover fast. “So, where’s Reggie? I can’t imagine he got to stay when you were thrown out.”

“Oh no, he’s down by the beach, I think. He sometimes still goes to where his house used to be and just sits there for a while.” You hadn’t known that. It always seemed like Reggie was faring well with being a ghost, but appearances can be deceiving. That’s nothing new.

“It must be hard for you guys. Knowing that the people you knew now have a completely different life while for you guys it was just such a short period of time. How long did you say it felt like you were in that dark room? An hour? That must be so surreal.”

“An hour, yeah,” he confirmed. “I mean, it’s not like we had the best relationship with our parents to begin with, but not even knowing if they are still alive or where they are, is pretty weird.”

“I could try to find them for you.” It was more of a question than a statement, but you at least wanted to give him the option. “If that’s what you want.” He said nothing for a while, just stared at the floor, at you, at the pictures hanging at the wall. “You don’t have to decide now. I just wanted to let you know that that may be an option, but I get it if that’s not what you want. Just take your time and think about it.”

You picked up your backpack you had dropped when Alex first appeared and moved towards the stairs. “I need to do my homework. Do you want to join me?”

He nodded excitedly. “I’ll see you in your room!” He announced and popped out of the living room. You could just shake your head at the use of teleportation, but hurried to get up to your room yourself.

Alex was already lying on your bed when you got there and set your backpack down by your desk. “That sure seems convenient.”

“What does? Oh! That! It kinda is. Still freaks me out sometimes, too, though.” He rolled to lie on his stomach and watched you sit down at your desk. “Do you have a lot to do?”

“Not really.” You shook your head, grabbing the stuff you needed. “I should be quick.”

So, you did your homework with Alex watching you. From time to time he asked questions about what you were learning in school and you explained it to him to the best of your knowledge. That was one of the reasons you liked doing homework with Alex. Explaining the material to him helped you understand it better as well. And you just liked being around him.

When you were done you didn’t even bother to put the stuff away before you jumped onto the bed next to Alex. “So, what have you and Willie been up to?” You asked. The boy next to you turned onto his back to look up at the ceiling and you followed suit.

“He took me to an empty museum and then we screamed there.” His voice went up at the end, making it sound like a question. He actually just didn’t know how to say it without it sounding completely bizarre. “It was actually really freeing.” He paused to think about his next words. If he spoke about it, it would become a real thing and he didn’t know if he was ready for that. But eventually, he did speak them. “I don’t know. I really like hanging out with him. It’s fun and he gets me to do things I normally wouldn’t. He teaches me about stuff I’ve missed out on. And I think I’m falling for him. Hard. And I don’t know what to do about it. I mean, a ghost romance? That sounds weird to me. Does a thing like that even work?”

You thought about it for a second. You didn’t even know if that question was just rhetorical or if he actually wanted an answer, but it was an interesting thing to think about.

“I mean, you’re both ghosts. You can see and hear and touch each other. It’s not that different from a relationship between living people, I’d say. You just won’t grow old together. Physically, I mean. But what matters most are your feelings. So, if you like him, go for it. He seems like a great guy.”

“He is,” Alex answered absentmindedly, a dreamy smile on his face as he looked off into the distance.

“You’re so cute!” You squealed and lifted your hand to his nose but stopped yourself before actually reaching his face. The moment with Reggie flashed back into your mind before you dropped your hand. The nose bops you gave your family had become second nature for you, so actively stopping yourself felt wrong. Not doing it to show your affection felt wrong. But you didn’t want a repeat of that embarrassing situation. Instead, you laughed it off when Alex tilted his head questioningly. “Anyways, I’m hungry. Would you give me the honor of joining me in the kitchen?” you asked dramatically after standing up from your bed.

He didn’t even answer, but disappeared with a plop. “You coming?” sounded from downstairs right after. You could just shake your head at him but hurried downstairs nonetheless.

“You have to stop doing that! It’s so unfair!” You complained when you reached the kitchen and opened the fridge. Pulling out some ingredients for a sandwich you looked back at your friend. “And you always complain about them too! But then you use them nonetheless. Sounds to me like you don’t appreciate what you have.”

“What is he not appreciating?” sounded a voice behind you which made you scream in surprise. Not your proudest moment.

“Luke!” You scolded the brunet who had appeared in the kitchen as well. “Don’t do that me! You guys are gonna kill me one day!” He gave you a sweet smile as he apologized. You couldn’t stay mad at him if he looked at you like that.

“So, what is Alex not appreciating?”

“His ghost abilities! You guys can teleport and summon your instruments. That’s so cool! And Alex just keeps complaining about stuff. And I get it. To get those abilities you had to die which is not great at all, but you can’t change it, so I say you should just appreciate what you have,” you ranted while preparing your sandwich. Luke watched on, nodding along to what you were saying. His face fell a little when you mentioned their deaths, but he came back around quickly.

“I totally agree. We can do some really cool stuff now. I always tell Alex the same thing, it-“

“Ok, yeah, I see you two are conspiring against me here, so I’m just gonna go and leave you guys to it.” With that he plopped out of the kitchen, disappearing off to who-knows-where.

“As I was saying, isn’t it amazing how we are connected to our instruments, even in death? And that we can summon them! And the teleporting, of course! It’s so easy to get around!” Luke jumped into a monologue telling you all about the upsides of being a ghost while you just stood there and listened.

You could see it in his eyes before he started speaking about it. The bad parts of it all. The fact that he can go see his parents but that they will never know he was there, that they have to live with the fact that their child died before them. It was like that for all the boys. Thinking about their parents, their families, it was painful. Luke didn’t know if his situation, actually being able to visit his parents, was better than what Reggie and Alex had to live with. Their parents had left. They had nothing to go back to. But their family situations also were not that great. Which was another part. None of them would ever have a chance to make things right with their parents. If that would even have been possible when they were alive. It was a big ‘if’, but one that plagued the boys’ minds often.

Hearing him talk about it, you were reminded of your family. Your dad, tia Victoria, Carlos, Julie. Your mom. Even if she wasn’t with you anymore, you were glad you still had the others. You couldn’t begin to imagine what it was like for them. All you wanted to do right now was to give Luke a hug and to let him know that you were there for him.

“Luke.” You finally spoke up after a minute of silence that had occurred after his story. You weren’t quite sure what to say. No words would be right to express your thoughts and feelings in this moment. “We love you, Luke. Reggie, Alex, Julie and I. We all love you. I know we can never be your mom or your dad, but we’re family. You mean so much to us. I know, we haven’t known each other for a long time, but you guys have become such a huge part of our lives. It’s crazy! I just want you to know that you’re not alone. You have people who love you. And your parents love you, too. Even if they can’t see you, even if they don’t know you’re there. They love you.”

Tears started to cloud your vision, mimicking the ones that were already rolling down Luke’s face. His blurry figure moved to stand close to you. You felt a coldness at your nose. Realizing what he did you let out a small chuckle. It was a ritual shared between you and your loved ones, letting you know that your words had reached him, that he understood and felt the same.

Hearing your name spoken from the direction of the front door you were pulled out of the situation. A quiet plopping sound let you know that Luke had left. “Why are you crying in the kitchen?” Carlos asked. Your little brother cautiously moved towards where you were standing as if he was dealing with a scared animal. “Is it a feelings thing? Should I call Julie?”

“I’m fine, Carlos. Don’t worry. But… would you give me a hug?” You opened your arms to lure him in.

“Eww no. Get away from me!” He started running away when you stepped closer. You followed suit with your arms wide open. And that was how your dad found you when he came home from work that day, you chasing Carlos around the living room. Your tears had dried and were replaced with laughter. Especially when your dad took your side and scooped Carlos up in his arms as he tried to run past him.

“Group hug!” you exclaimed and joined the two in a hug with Carlos still complaining even though he didn’t do anything to get out of the situation.

 “Can you tell the boys I won’t make it to practice today? Something came up.” Before you could answer her, Julie had already hung up on you. You were left wondering what was so important that she would miss band practice, but soon gave up on actually finding an answer to that.

You had almost been home when you got the call, so instead of going into the house you went straight for the garage to let the boys know Julie wouldn’t be coming. Faint music was coming from there. It seemed like they already started without her anyway.

“Guys! How many times do we have to tell you not to play when neither Julie or I are here? Our dad could hear you! And Carlos is already on that whole ghost hunting trip, so you shouldn’t feed into it anymore than you already did!” You side-eyed Reggie with that last comment, but he kept his eyes on his bass, plucking on the strings.

“Well, hello to you, too, Molina. We are doing great. Thanks for asking.” Luke had stepped up to you, guitar still hanging around his neck. “Nobody’s home and we were playing on volume 1. No one could have heard us,” he justified their behavior.

“Okay, fine.” You relented. It did make sense that they should be allowed to play under those circumstances. “Anyways, Julie won’t make it to practice today, so if you want to work on some stuff without her, I’ll stay out here with you.”

“Well, it won’t really be band practice, if not even the whole band is present,” Alex noted to which the others agreed.

“But you should still stay out here with us!” Reggie exclaimed and if he could, he would’ve pulled you from your spot by the doors to the couch, so you wouldn’t even have a chance to think about leaving. But he couldn’t, so he tried to will you to move with his thoughts. When you walked over to the couch you noticed the astonished look on Reggie’s face, but decided not to comment on it.

“Why do you barely spend time here with us? It feels like we always have to come into the house to spend time with you,” Alex questioned. His hands were fumbling with the hem of his sweatshirt as he made eye contact with you. He realized in that moment there was much more to that question than he had thought.

You hesitated with your answer, not knowing if you should put your innermost thoughts and feelings out there, but after the talk you had with Luke the other day you knew you could trust them. “I don’t know. I guess, it still feels weird being in mom’s studio. Some moments it doesn’t bother me, but other times it just overwhelms me and it reminds me so much of mom that I can’t stay in here. I’m sorry. I love spending time with you guys, but sometimes it’s just too much.” Your gaze moved around the studio, from the floating chairs over to the grand piano and back to the boys in front of you. “Some days are just harder than others.” You shrugged, hoping that the boys wouldn’t stay on that topic.

“But Ju-“ Luke started but was stopped when Alex elbowed him in the side. “Dude, what? Julie ha- ohh. Sorry!” he mumbled, averting his gaze. Comparing people’s grieving progress was not a thing one should do and he just realized after, what he had been doing and regretted it instantly.

“Anyways, you know what I realized?” Reggie decided to change the topic for which you all were grateful. “You have never heard a live performance of a Sunset Curve song! You’ve just heard us play the new songs with Julie.”

“That’s right!” Luke piped up, back in his element. “We can play you something!” He jumped up and grabbed his guitar without even waiting for your answer. The other boys followed suit. Alex got situated behind his drums while Reggie grabbed his bass. Moving up to the mic in the front Luke pointed a finger at you. “This one’s for you! This is Now or Never.”

You recognized the song as the first track on their demo. The song that got them here. It brought back memories of the night they first showed up in the studio. Your dad had asked Julie to go through the stuff in the studio for the move. She had begged you to come with her since she didn’t want to be alone to do it. When you found the demo, you didn’t think anything about it when you put it into the player, but then the boys appeared and turned your whole life upside down.  And now you were here, with a ghost band playing you a song, for everyone to hear, but only you to see.

You were the only one who got to see Reggie and Luke sharing a mic, Reggie rocking with Alex in the back, them all just feeling the music. It was indeed what they were born to do. It was obvious for anyone who saw them on stage that that was where they belonged.

When the song came to a close you jumped up and applauded them. They bowed to you, big smiles on their faces at your reaction. “You guys sound great! I loved it! Thank you!”

The song still resonated within you when you sat back down with the boys. Their excited chatter filled your ears as you watched them interact with each other. The short amount it had taken you and Julie to get used to the presence of ghosts was crazy, but you couldn’t think them away anymore. They had become such a big part of your life as if they had always been there. You liked to believe in Flynn’s theory that it had been your mom who had brought them into your life, that she looked out for you and your family even from beyond the grave.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Alex spoke to you. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I was asking what you’re thinking about.” He repeated himself.

“Oh, um, you guys, my mom, Julie. Everything that’s happened… You guys are really important to me, you know. It’s… I don’t know. We haven’t known each other for that long, but I wouldn’t want to think you guys out of my life even if that might be selfish of me.”

“Well, good thing we’re not planning on leaving,” Luke commented, sending you a wink. You scoffed but let a smile take over your features. They were idiots, but they were your idiots.

“So, what’s been happening at school?”

You looked at Reggie with a raised eyebrow. “You want to know about school? Really?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “I actually kinda miss it.” He looked between Luke and Alex to see if they felt similar but got no reaction from them. “Well, guess I’m the only one. But how is it?”

“Same as usual, I guess. Bunch of work to do, some good teachers, some bad, Carrie starting drama as usual. Did Julie tell you Nick broke up with Carrie?” The boys shook their head no, now intrigued. “Well, he told Julie he broke up with her because she’s “not the nicest person” which is true, obviously. We all know that. But I wonder why he just saw it now? Like, why did he get together with her in the first place? I never knew! Someday they were just together and I have zero clue how it happened,” you let them know, “Oh, and Julie and Nick partnered up in dance class!”

“They did?” Alex exclaims, living for the drama. “Isn’t he the guy Julie likes?”

“He is! She’s been crushing on him for, like, forever! And now that he’s not with Carrie anymore and they spend time together at dance practice…” You let the end of the sentence hang in the air. “So, yeah, that’s what’s been happening at school,” you concluded. With the boys showing up at school sometimes, you didn’t know how up-to-date they actually were with Los Feliz High drama. If you could even call it that.

“So, she’s with him now?” Luke huffed. He frowned as he leaned back against the couch. “Instead of practicing with her band.”

“She might be.” You shrugged. “I actually don’t know where she is or what she’s doing. She’s her own person, you know. She might be my sister, but that doesn’t mean I know every single piece of information about her. I can just assume. And I like to assume that she’s with Nick, practicing their dance. Because, one, they get a grade for it and she shouldn’t fail and two, because I am living for the whole Nick drama.”

“Same,” added Alex in a nonchalant voice which had you do a doubletake.

“Wait! Did you learn that from Willie? You didn’t use ‘same’ that way before, right? That’s not a 90s thing.” You stared at him with big eyes. The confirmation came as a small nod as he turned his head to avoid anyone’s gaze. “That’s cute. I like it. Sometimes I feel like you guys don’t understand me right when I say stuff like that, so that’s awesome that he teaches you stuff like that.”

“Hey! I want to learn that stuff, too!”

“Well, Reggie, Alex can just teach you what he learns from Willie.”

“But what if I want you to teach me?” He asked moving over to your seat. He sat down on the arm rest of your chair looking down at you with big puppy eyes.

“I’d be such a bad teacher. Just tell me if you don’t understand something and I’ll try. I can’t promise you I know all of the references or memes though. You do know what a meme is by now, right?” The boys nodded. “Ok, good. That’s a start. Now, Reggie, may I please have the chair back to myself? It’s not that big to begin with.”

The boy stood up quickly with raised hands, before he motioned for you and the chair. “It wouldn’t really make a difference. I’m basically air.” He flailed his arms around. Luke and Alex just made some agreeing noises. Reggie stopped his wild moments as he saw you watching with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “See.” He knelt down in front of you and lifted a finger to your nose. He gently pressed down, the cold feeling of his finger not going through you this time.

As his finger made contact with your nose it became dead silent in the studio. Luke and Alex were staring at the scenario in front of them, while you and Reggie looked at each other with wide eyes, before you jumped up causing Reggie to quickly move back. “You can touch me!” you exclaimed. “How? Why? What? How is this possible?”

Your mind was racing with just one thought being clear in all the chaos. Reggie had just touched you. You were scared, in a way, as you held out your hand towards him again. Would you be able to do it again? Was it just a one-time thing? But when you felt the ghostly touch of his hand as he interlaced his fingers with yours you knew it was real. It felt different than touching a human. There was no warmth, but you could still feel him. You could feel his hand in yours.

Your other hand was shaking as you covered your mouth in shock, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Alex?” You beckoned the blond forth who was just waiting for you to signal him that it would be alright to try. Timidly, he tried to touch your shoulder and when his hand didn’t go through either he wasted no time wrapping his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug. Sobs and laughter escaped your mouth. You hugged him back with one arm while Reggie was still staring at your intertwined hands in awe.

Luke didn’t dare move from his spot by the couch. This might all be a dream, even thought ghosts didn’t sleep and didn’t dream. But this felt so much like a dream come true that he didn’t dare disrupt it. Even when you made eye contact with him, silently asking him to join you, he couldn’t move a muscle.

You let go of Alex and Reggie slowly, their hands falling to their sides. Luke watched you walk around Alex until you stood in front of him raising your hand to the space between the two of you. His gaze wandered between you and your hand before he lifted his as well, but, as your hands were inches apart, he stopped, doubt clouding his mind once again. This couldn’t really be happening. So, you took the decision from him, placing your palm against his and as you had suspected, felt the resistance of his hand.

His face lit up instantly. His arms moved around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around as he let out victorious sounds. As soon as you were put back onto the ground, Alex and Reggie joined into the hug, almost crushing you, but you didn’t stop them. This was what they needed. And you did, too.

You didn’t know how it happened, what had changed, for you to be able to touch the three ghosts, but you were grateful for it. From then on, not a day would go by without a hug from a ghost. They liked touching you. An arm around your shoulder, around your waist, a hand reaching for yours, one of them lying with their head in your lap while you carded your fingers through their hair.

If you had before sometimes forgotten that they were ghosts – the realization coming back when you couldn’t touch them – it got even worse now.

[asthmark]

❝ comfortable ❞ l.mk

synopsis → “oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

word count → 3k

a/n → instead of admitting to the fact that this has been in my drafts since october what if i just said i was watching superm interviews and got inspired.. would anyone believe that??? anyway superm on the ellen show was a fever dream lol

your leg bounces nervously as your makeup artist touches up your look and you stare at the tv screen in anticipation. you were finally making your television debut. you knew you were blessed for the wonderful opportunity, especially for how new you were to the music industry.

you had started like nearly every other artist; posting covers on youtube. these were well received and gained a good amount of views and likes but your career really took off when you began creating original content. every time you would release a single, it would make it on the trending page thanks to your growing fanbase and exposure to the general public, who seemed to like you. soon enough, requests to interview you whether it be on radio, tv, or magazines were high and, thanks to your managers, you found yourself in los angeles, backstage in a studio, waiting for the ellen degeneres to introduce you to her live audience and thousands of viewers at home.

“don’t move so much, miss l/n,” the woman trying to apply your highlighter comments. “you’re smudging your makeup.”

you force yourself to sit still as you apologize. “sorry. pre-show jitters.”

the woman smiles, emphatically. “i understand, sweetheart. i would be nervous too.”

you’re quiet for a moment, debating if you should continue conversing with her. “can i be honest?”

she hums as she dabs a beauty blender into your cheek. “go ahead.”

“i am so nervous that i’ll mess up or say something stupid. the only thing close to an interview i’ve ever done was a q&a on my youtube channel. and at least i could edit stuff out then.” you huff. “if i make some kind of mistake on my tv debut, my career will be over before it even started.”

“well, think of it this way,” she says. “you went from a moderately popular youtube channel to the ellen show. that doesn’t happen for no reason. there are people out there who really admire you.”

you chuckle in disbelief. “it’s crazy to think about people actually wanting to see me. i still can't believe it.”

she giggles, softly. “they know there's something worth seeing.” at seeing your small smile, almost as if you were barely realizing your own star status, she laughs. “you seriously gotta wake up, girl. you’re famous!”

you smile at her, finding humor in her words. “thanks for the wake up call.”

you both direct your attention to the tv placed backstage that broadcasted what was happening on stage. you listen in to ellen’s monologue as she tells jokes and addresses current topics. before long, there’s a knock on the doorframe. you half expect a staff member to let you know that you’ll be on soon but instead you hear a quiet, “hello?”

you and your makeup artist both turn to the boy standing in the doorway. he's wearing a black jacket paired with dark, ripped jeans held up by a belt. he goes to bow, then remembers that korean etiquette does not apply and decides to wave as a greeting instead. you reciprocate the gesture. he stands with only one foot inside the room, almost as if he’s too polite to enter without being given the okay.

“did they send you to get your makeup done?” the woman who had done yours says.

he nods. “they said something about concealer and bb cream, i think?”

she smiles. “yeah, it’s basic stuff. come on in. what’s your name, dear?”

“oh, i’m mark. mark lee.” he gives her a lop-sided grin, reminding you of a high school boy. the kind you would have a crush on.

“well, mark lee, i’m lily. i’ll be doing your makeup, making sure you look pretty for the cameras.” she motions to you. “i'm just about done here so i’ll be right with you.”

“okay, thank you.” he shuffles in, his eyes glued to you and you hold his stare. he nods, a wordless greeting as he settles in next to you. in return, you throw up a peace sign and he smiles at your casual behavior.

“you know what? somebody used all the setting spray. i’ll be right back, i’m just going to steal some from my co-workers.” with that, lily darts out of the room.

it’s pure silence between the two of you until you spark conversation. “i didn't get to introduce myself but i'm y/n.”

“i know,” he responds, quickly. “i'm kind of a fan, actually. i mean, it’s practically impossible to not be. you’re all over the place. especially with the new single you dropped... which is a bop, by the way.”

you smile at his simply-worded praise. it was a nice switch up from the professional reviews you received from critics. “that’s so cute. i’m honored.” you miss the way mark’s ears turn slightly pink at your words. “but enough about me, what do you do, mark?”

“oh, me? i’m in the k-pop scene.”

you hum. “that’s a good genre to be in. which group?”

“right now i’m promoting with superm, it’s kind of like a side project. but originally, i’m in a band called nct.”

you lean forward at hearing the familiar name. “nct? as in, nct 127?”

mark’s eyes light up. “yeah! you know us?”

you nod, enthusiastically. “oh my god, yes! you collabed with ava, right?”

“we sure did. are you guys close?”

“i help her write lyrics sometimes.” you lower your voice down to a whisper for dramatic effect. “i wrote the chorus to ‘sweet but psycho’.”

the way mark’s jaw drops is almost comedic. “no way! that song got her famous, dude!” his lips curve into a playful smirk. “just because of that i’m gonna have to get you in the studio.”

you return the mischievous look. “is that a promise?”

“i’m back!” lily announces, giving mark no time to respond. she gives no warning as she spritzs you with the bottle she had gone to retrieve.

you cough, choking on the mist. “no heads up?”

“sorry, dear. you’re on in two minutes, no time to waste.”

you feel a chill go up your spine. it was finally time.

mark nudges your arm. “you okay?”

“a little nervous.” that proves to be the biggest understatement of all time because in reality your heart is doing somersaults.

“hey.” you stare at him, his brown eyes boring into you. “you’ll be fine. there’s nothing to worry about. you got this!”

you smile at his words of encouragement. he cared about you and you find that your heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now.

“i'll be here to cheer you on while you’re out there and i’ll be back when you’re done to tell you how amazing you did, okay?”

you nod.

“now get out there!”

“well, we have a great show for y’all today,” ellen says, clasping her hands together, having just finished her monologue. “i mean, it’s always great but the exciting thing is we have two musical guests today.”

the audience that cheered wildly is shown on screen. you almost forget about the knot in your stomach when you see some people in the crowd wearing shirts with the cover art and quoted lyrics of your last single.

“i see you guys are ready so, without further ado... let’s get started. our first guest is a soloist who has made quite a big name for herself in such a short period of time. she currently has three singles on the billboard charts, her most recent music video is number one trending on youtube, and she has a new ep coming out soon. here for her television debut, please welcome y/n l/n.”

you walk out from behind the stage, a huge smile on your face. the crowd screams and you wave to them until your hands become too occupied hugging the hostess who greets you with open arms and a proud smile. once the hype dies down and your entrance music fades out, you take a seat, opposite of ellen.

“how have you been y/n?”

“amazing,” you respond, letting your hands fall neatly in your lap.

“and why is that?”

you sigh, wistfully. “everything has been going so well for me lately. i mean, i feel like all these doors are opening up for me all of a sudden. i think i finally made it.”

“you’re just barely realizing that?” ellen exclaims.

you laugh, along with the audience. “kind of, yeah. it just all happened so fast.”

“is there an experience that comes to mind where you finally realized how famous you are?”

you try to think for a few moments before your eyes light up. “okay so, i was at a mcdonald’s like, last month and i went through the drive thru and ordered some nuggets and fries. so, i pull up to the window to pay and it’s around 2 a.m. so the cashier guy is super out of it, like he’s not even paying attention to me. finally, he goes to grab my card and he gets a good look at me and just freezes. like, full on shuts down. so i ask him if he’s okay and he nods so i try to hand him my card again but he goes, ‘no, you’re famous, you don’t have to pay’. and in that moment i just knew.”

“hold on, pause,” ellen announces, dramatically. “you’re telling me that you have been nominated as artist of the year, gained over ten million followers on social media and made your national television debut but the thing that really made you say ‘wow, i’m famous’ was a couple of chicken nuggets?”

“ellen, c’mon,” you begin, seriously. “it was a twenty piece.”

“oh, well, that changes everything,” she says, playing along with you, as the audience erupts into laughter.

the rest of the interview goes smoothly, running on jokes and sarcastic energy. you discuss your young age (thus resulting in some of your baby pictures finally being revealed to the world), millennial culture (the crowd went wild when you explained terms such as netflix and chill to ellen who claimed she didn’t understand yet her sly smirk said otherwise) and your upcoming ep (that you would be giving a sneak peek of later on in the show).

you continue chatting once the commercial break is announced and ellen showers you with praises, commenting how young talent never failed to amaze her, although it did make her feel old. you get to thank the hostess and tell her how much you appreciated her sweet words and the opportunity she had given you before the crew is dragging you backstage so you can prep for your upcoming performance.

you’re greeted by a “that was awesome!” and a high five one you get backstage.

you flash mark a full smile. “couldn’t have done it without my hype man.”

just then lily walks in to touch up your makeup.

“and my hype woman!”

she just rolls her eyes and chuckles as she reapplies gloss to your lips. 

“seriously though, y/n. why did you have to be so perfect? the bar is all the way up here now.” to emphasize his point, mark raises his arm as high as it will go.

“hey, i only tried hard because you’re up next. you’re a hard act to beat, mark lee. i mean, you’re charismatic, charming, witty; basically every talk show host’s dream.”

he scoffs yet you see how he avoids your gaze, your compliments obviously flattering him to the extreme.

a staff member walks by, cutting your conversation short. “y/n, you’re back on in one. superm is on right after.”

you and mark turn back to each other, speaking the same two words at the same time.

“good luck.”

ellen introduces you again, only this time you hold a guitar and stand in front of a microphone once you’re back on the stage. you perform a never before heard song but judging by the roaring applause and standing ovation you receive by the end of it, it’s another successful hit.

you bask in the amazing response and then you’re ushered backstage for the last time. you catch sight of the staff placing more seats on the stage as you exit and you smile eagerly, knowing exactly what’s to come. you search the hallways for your new friend, hoping you can catch him before the show goes back on air. you’re almost about to give up when you hear your name being called.

you lock eyes with mark who stands a couple feet away, barely hidden from the audience’s view. even from where you stand you can tell he has a nervous smile on his face. you jog towards him and to your surprise, he envelops your figure without a second thought. in return, you tentatively wrap your arms around him.

“great job,” he murmurs, breath fanning your ear. “i really did cheer you on.”

“i’ll make sure to do the same.” you hesitantly pull away from his embrace, holding him at an arm’s length away. “go get ‘em.”

he gives you a determined nod and you watch him rush on stage, the audience’s wild cheering increasing. their energy didn’t fade once throughout the interview and just as you had suspected, mark was doing wonderfully. he clearly thrived in interviews; his awkward, boyish nature enchanting everyone in the studio, yourself included.

ellen crosses her legs and clears her throat. “so, i have to ask you something, you know, for the fans.”

the group leaned forward in anticipation, awaiting her next words.

“are any of you dating?”

the crowd released noises of amusement at hearing the very personal question. you can’t help but feel intrigued although you knew ellen has always been quite the invasive person. you watched as the seven boys looked around at each other, unsure what to say but before their silence can become suspiciously long, mark ends up taking the question.

“why are you always so curious about this, though?” he blurts.

the audience absolutely eats up his response, cheering at his bluntness. even you find it humorous, shoulders shaking with a chuckle. that’s definitely gonna become a meme, you think.

“it’s my job!” counters ellen. “why are you so defensive?”

the crowd is very responsive to ellen’s rebuttal, ‘ooh’ing in amusement.

mark’s silence only pushes the hostess to continue teasing him.

“does it maybe have anything to do with y/n?”

your smile drops. had she seen you two? you’re not sure why you feel so exposed; after all, you had just been talking.

ellen’s lips adorn a sly smile at mark’s stunned reaction. “you seemed to be getting very comfortable with each other backstage.”

the black haired male stumbles over his words before he gets a semi-coherent sentence out. “we just, um—we just met.”

“oh really? you two looked like you had known each other forever.”

mark chuckles breathlessly, eyes glued to his lap, obviously at a loss for words. ellen stares at him expectantly so he mutters, “i like making friends.”

ellen, the audience, and even some of the band members laugh at his response.

“well, i’m sure there’s a lot of fans out there that wish they were your ‘friend’.” her tone makes it clear she doesn’t buy his excuse but she prods him no further, instead turning to stare into the main camera. “when we get back superm will be performing their title track ‘jopping’. during the commercial break, please feel free to place your bets as to how long mark and y/n will remain ‘friends’.”

the camera pans to mark for a couple seconds; his ears are bright red and his cheeks are dusted light pink, his makeup doing nothing to help hide the blush. his eyes dart around, anxiously and then they cut to commercials.

you shake your head, smiling at the entire situation and just how big of a dork mark was.

you attentively watch superm’s two performances, eyes mostly glued to a certain rapper. you sit patiently in the makeup room, waiting for mark to return backstage so you can congratulate him but he never appears. you try to conceal your disappointment, even when lily enters the room, smiling brightly.

“well, the show’s over, doll.” she removes her makeup stained apron and glances at you as she places it on a nearby rack. “hey, why the long face?”

you stare at your reflection in the mirror, no longer bothering to hide your pout now that your frustration had been made known.

“you did great, if that’s what you’re worried about. just ask mark.”

“he left,” you mumble. “i thought i’d be able to catch him before he left and we could… i don’t know, talk a bit more? i just really—” you trail off.

“like him?” lily suggests, too loudly for your liking.

your head snaps towards her, eyes wide, only confirming your feelings.

“don’t worry, dear, you can say it. i won’t tell ellen,” she jokes.

you sigh and slump down in your seat. “yeah. i like him.”

“well, then, i have good news for you.”

you half-heartedly hum, allowing her to continue.

she waves a piece of crumpled paper in front of your face. you grab it from her, staring at it curiously.

“what’s this?”

she nods her head at it, encouraging you to find out for yourself. “open it and see.”  

you obey, unfolding the tiny item. your eyes struggle to read the words inside but if you squint, they become clearer.

please call, me i would love to become closer ‘friends’.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

it’s mark btw :)

you can’t contain your smile at the cute little note.

“he’s adorable,” you say, mostly to yourself but lily audibly agrees.

“he ran into me as he was leaving and begged me to deliver that message to you. which reminds me, i’m supposed to let you know that he wishes he could have stuck around but his schedule is ‘crazy tight’ so he had to ‘dip’. his words not mine.”

you nod, grin widening. “thanks, lily.”

“my pleasure. nothing like young love.”

you give her a glare although it’s all but threatening.

she folds her arms, teasingly. “so, are you going to give him a call or what?”

you’re sure she sees the phone in your hand and the way your fingers press the numbers on the keypad, excitedly but nevertheless, you decide to answer.

“i’d be crazy not to.”

[hopesangelsprite]

Denny’s (2) JJK

Pairing: Waiter/Boxer!Jungkook x Reader

Summary: After a fateul meeting with a hot Denny’s waiter, A young girl goes to a night club to see that very same waiter do what he does best. (LISTEN TO BELIEVER BY IMAGINE DRAFONS DURING FIGHT SCENE FOR EFFECT!)

I stare down from the balcony as the multicolored lights and loud music pulse through the night club. After Jungkook had decided to tag along, Candie chose to postpone our day plans so that we could go see Jungkook fight at his brother’s night club. So, here I was waiting in the VIP section at Club Cobain waiting for Jungkook’s fight to begin.

Suddenly, a hand makes its way around my waist causing me to whip around. Behind me stood a figure shrouded in darkness. I hold up my fist ready to swing on the bitch that decided to fuck with me when a familiar voice speaks, “Easy, princess! It’s just me.”. The fluorescent lights sweep across the VIP section, illuminating it briefly. In front of me stands Taehyung’s older brother Kim Namjoon. I sigh in relief and put my fist down. “Dammit, Joon. I was ready to swing on yo ass!”, I say as I wrap him in a tight hug.

He chuckles and hugs me back. “Tae invited me and Jinnie to see Jungkook fight! He told me you’d be up here, too!”, he informs while bopping to the song playing loudly in the club. “When’s Jinnie coming?”, I ask while bopping along to The Race by Tay K. He shrugs before taking my hand a leading me down to the dance floor. “Come on! This is JK’s entrance song! It’s about to go dooown!!!”, he cheers excitedly as we stop on the outside of the makeshift ring. On the right side of the ring stands a 6’5 guy dressed in a white and silver boxing robe. Then, I watch in awe as Jungkook comes in bopping dressed in red and black from head to toe.

The mediator, a pretty dark-haired girl in a bikini, steps in with a mic. “To the right in white we have Savage San as our newest challenger!!”, the girl announces whilst gesturing to the right side of the ring. At the sound of his title, the tall male removes his hood to reveal a very handsome face. The crowd cheers wildly as he raises his hands to wave. He looks in my direction and sends me a flirty wink before blowing me a kiss.

I freeze and turn to look in Jungkook’s direction to see that his hood is already off and… He. Looks. PISSED! Seeing this, the mediator smirks. “AND IN OUR LEFT CORNER, DRESSED IN RED AND BLACK, WE HAVE OUR GRAND MASTER… PRETTY BOY JK!!!!”, she announces causing the crowd to break into mass hysteria. Jungkook shrugs off his robe to reveal a toned, muscular torso. Both of his arms are covered in sleeves of inky designs. Across his pectorals, two dragons are coiled around each other in what looks like attempted strangulation. His tattoos and furious glare make for a very intimidating image. San, who’s still trying to catch my eye, looks utterly unbothered.

The mediator steps out of the ring to be replaced by the referee. “Okay, gents. I expect a clean fight. No scratching, biting, or foul play of any sort. You got three rounds to show what you’re made of. If one of you is unable to fight after any round, the win goes to the other by forfeit. If you tap out, the other wins by forfeit. Now shake hands.”, the referee says and gestures the two toward each other. Their hands connect and a firm handshake begrudgingly transpires.

They go to their respective corners and wait. Anxiety and excitement fill my chest as I watch the two. This is bound to undoubtedly be epic. A gentle nudge meets my side. “Who do you think will win?”, Namjoon asks. I shrug a mutter a worried “I don’t know…”. A scoff from my other side causes me to turn slightly. Jin, Namjoon’s boyfriend, stands with a hand sassily on his hip. “Wrong answer, love. JK always wins. My guess is, because of the funny business that San guy tried with you, this fight isn’t going to be long at all.”, he says matter-of-factly before lazily draping his arm across my shoulder.

“Round 1 begins in 3… 2… 1!! FIGHT!!!!”, the referee roars while waving a bright green flag. I watch in fascination as San swings at Jungkook’s left cheek only for him to duck and hit him with a powerful uppercut. San stumbles back in shock, but it’s short-lived. He holds up his fists in time to block a heavy blow from Jungkook. The two trade and dodge blows from each other left and right. San is sweating bullets in concentration while Jungkook’s body is only lightly covered in a misty sheen of perspiration.

The round has five minutes remaining and Jungkook looks about fed up with his opponent. As San goes to deliver a strong left hook, Jungkook dodges to the right and behind him before sending a sharp roundhouse kick to San’s lower back. Caught off guard, San stumbles to his knees.

Jungkook seizes this new opportunity and throws his left leg over San’s shoulder. I watch as Jungkook throws himself to the floor while simultaneously wrapping his right leg around San’s neck immobilizing him immediately. Jungkook is choking San with his thighs, and there’s nothing San can do about it. I watch in awe as San tries to break free only for Jungkook’s hold to tighten more. Just when it looks like San’s gone blue in the face, he slams his hand down three times signaling his forfeit. Jungkook holds on for a few seconds more before releasing a very delirious San. I stand in utter disbelief as I watch San crawl back into his corner. Pride swells in my chest and I find myself cheering wildly with the rest of the elated crowd.

The referee kneels to see if San is okay to which he responds by promptly passing out. Shock crosses the referee’s features before he stands and makes his way over to Jungkook. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, OUR WINNER FOR TONIGHT IS PRETTY BOY JK!!!!!”, he announces before lifting Jungkook’s arm in triumph.

Octavian and Skepta’s Papi Chulo begins blasting through the clubs’ speakers. Jungkook’s eyes meet mine and that oh-so-familiar smirk spreads across his features. He lifts his other hand before making a come-hither motion. The two guards on the outside of the ring part the ropes and motion me to walk forward. I sigh shakily before making my way under the ropes and into the elevated ring. Once I’m about two feet away from him, Jungkook catches my waist and jerks me forward so that my slightly chubby body slams against his strong, sturdy one. I find myself trying to look everywhere but those fiery chocolate eyes when his hand catches my chin to redirect my gaze. As our eyes meet, his smirk widens into a mischievous grin.

Before I could even process what was happening, Jungkook’s plush lips are on mine. I gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in. The crowd behind us is going insane. As Jungkook pulls away, he whispers, “Since you’re all mine now… how about those eggs?”. A heavy warmth washes over me and I look away. In the crowd I see Tae, Candie, Jin, and Namjoon cheering and nodding vehemently. I turn back to Jungkook and smile softly. “Sure, Pretty Boy.”, I say with heavy shyness causing him to chuckle darkly.

Without a moment's hesitation or warning, I’m being thrown over Jungkook’s shoulder and being carried out of the club. “Jungkook put me down! My ass is gonna be on show!!”, I hiss and try to wiggle out of his grip. There’s a loud slap and stinging sensation that follows on my left ass cheek. “Quiet, baby. No one’s gonna be seeing this ass but me!”, he announces as we make our way out of the club entrance. Soon, I’m sitting in the front seat of his black Corvette Stingray. The engine roars to life as Jungkook twists the key in the ignition. He leans over and buckles my seat belt before nipping at my ear. “Hang on, kitten! You’re in for a wild, wild ride!!”, he says as we speed out of the parking lot and into the bustling highway. I was in for a wild ride indeed.

(A/N):

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please comment and and like!!

[reneesi]

i never would have thought // CH.03

WRITTEN PORTION

“How the hell did Hinata of all people sleep in?” Tanak roared, leaning forward to loom over (y/n) from the seat just behind. (Y/n) leaned her head back and peered up, offering only a shrug. Much to everyones dismay, the Hinata’s had arrived around 20 minutes late. Kageyama was especially pissed, chastising Shoyo nonstop since the team had boarded the charter bus. The crazy first year duo had sat in the very back, bickering at an uncharacteristically low voice. (Y/n) would definitely have to ask Shoyo about it later.

But because of said seating, (y/n) had ended up sitting next to Asahi with Tanak and Nishinoya in the seats right behind. In front of (y/n) Daichi and Sugawara were showing each other memes on Instagram, little giggles escaping Suga every so often.

“What in the hell did he stay up doing?” Tanaka yelled, reaching over to poke at (y/n)’s nose

“I don’t know Tanaka-Senpai!! I was too busy sleeping!” (Y/n) replied, pouting as she swatted away his hand

“Hey! No more nose poking! You’ve lost your nose booping privileges since being demoted to Hoe Number Two!” (Y/n) ducked her head down, bringing up her knees to press against her chest as she hid her face in between. Tanak sighed dramatically

“Guess I’ll just pass away now.” Tanka cried out, tone dripped in feigned anguish as he collapsed back into his seat with a thud. Nishinoya burst into short booming laughter, causing (y/n) to smile quietly to herself. Every day that passed (Y/n) was starting to feel more at home, developing inside jokes and stronger bonds with each of her new team mates. (Y/n) began to think of all the good that had happened once she had moved and relaxed back into her seat with a smile spread across her face. And as the bus droned on, the members of Karasuno settled into a comfortable silence.

(Y/n) was very grateful for her cousin, because if not for him she’d still be stuck in her miserable bubble back at home. And it wasn’t as though (y/n) hATED home, it was a quieter resentment. The kind that made Christmas tolerable but high school absolute hell. She knew that she’d have to return someday, but for the time being she was safe far far away and that alone made the weight of everything she’d suffered disappear. Although, what made (y/n) actually happy rather than just relieved was most definitely her new friends, and someday she’d repay Shoyo for the best gift she had ever received: Karasuno’s boys volleyball team.

Deep in thought (Y/n) turned back to peak at her cousin, instinctively, only to find him asleep on Kageyama’s shoulder. (Y/n) smiled softly, feeling a melancholic pang through her chest. She loved to see Shoyo happy by Kageyama’s side, but deep down she envied their friendship more than she’d ever admit. Shoyo had a best friend, even if it didn’t always appear that way to other. But (Y/n) knew the truth, she’d seen the pair sprawled out together on the couch, channel surfing on their days off. She’d seen them throw goldfish at each other, she’d even seen Kageyama’s soft side subsequent of he and her cousins incredibly close friendship. Something that she was, according to them, “legally” never allowed to talk about. But when Shoyo had gotten sick, she had seen Kageyama at his bedside. And (Y/n) wanted that more than anything in the whole wide world.

In an attempt to distract herself from such thoughts, (Y/n) pulled out her cellphone. Plugged in her headphones, she turned up the volume and let her lids fall to a close in hopes of drifting off to sleep and forgetting about her secret loneliness. She was only on the second song of her playlist when (Y/n) felt a gentle tap on her shoulders, her eyes fluttering open in response.

“What song are you listening to?” Asahi asked, shy smile spread across his lips. (Y/n) removed an earbud, eyes wide with embarrassment.

“Im so sorry! Was my music too loud?” She apologized, cheeks turning pink. Asahi brows furrowed, and his head tilted slightly.

“Only a little bit but it wasn’t bothering anyone,” His pointer finger motioned at her cellphone once more “So what song is that?”

(Y/n) double tapped her screen, lighting it up to display her lock screen. She turned it to show Asahi the songs title and artists.

“I thought I recognized it! I love that artists, though I didn’t know he’d released more music!” He chuckled, grin widening with each word. (Y/n) smiled back shyly.

“R..really? I didn’t know people knew about him, he’s sort of new.. right?”

“Yeah but his stuff is really good.” Asahi reached towards her phone, but stopped “do you mind if I take a look at your playlist?”

“No, not at all!” (Y/n) exclaimed, attempting to hid her nervousness. No one had ever liked her taste in music before, so she’d never really been inclined to share, but its not like she was gonna say no to Jesus himself. As he scrolled, his eyes lit up.

“I recognize a couple of these, this playlist looks awesome.” Asahi said in quiet enthusiasm, scrolling back up to the top.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) beamed

“What are you guys looking at?” Nishinoya cut in, leaning over Asahi with his hands now grasping onto the ace’s shoulders.

“It’s (y/n)’s playlist.” Asahi explained

“Woah!! This is yours?” Nishinoya snatched the cellphone from Asahi scrolling through it himself “(Y/N) this iS SO GOOD!” He burst out

“What is it?” Tanak interjected, standing up and leaning over to Nishinoya in an attempt to see the screen. Nishinoya adjusted to share.

“Woah (Y/N)!! I didn’t know you had such a good playlist!” Tanak exclaimed, excitedly shaking her by the shoulders.

“Hey! No shaking privileges remember!” (Y/n) giggled, gently brushing off his hands.

“What are you guys talking about?” Yamaguchi asked, leaning across the isle. Yamaguchi and Tsukishima had sat across the isle from (Y/n) and Asahi but Tsukishima had quickly put on his headphones and turned to face the window and Yamaguchi had fallen asleep despite the loudness of the earlier conversations, so neither had uttered a single word for the trip thus far.

“It’s my playlist.” (Y/n) turned her head to face Yamaguchi, visibly pleased “they like it!”

Yamaguchi lit up in delight

“I wanna see!” Yamaguchi said, reaching up towards Tanaka whom was currently holding onto (Y/n)’s phone. Tanak handed the phone over without complaint.

Yamaguchi, just as his team mates had, began to gush over (Y/n)’s playlist. This attracted the attention of the remaining team mates, sans Kageyama and Hinata whom were still asleep in the back and Tsukishima who’s headphones blocked out the commotion.

“(Y/n) you should play your music out loud, so everyone can enjoy it with you!” Yachi declared softly, handing back (Y/n)’s cellphone. (Y/n) looked around unsure.

“I mean my phone’s speaker isn’t that loud and I dont want to bother any-“

“I have a speaker!”Yamaguchi cut in, reaching into his bag

“And you won’t be bothering anyone,” Daichi added “I for one would like to hear these songs the everyone is raving so much about.” He finished with a chuck. Sugawara looked back at him lovingly, before agreeing aloud

“Me too!” He turned back to (Y/n), offering a reassuring smile

(Y/n) looked around, searching for some sort of disapproval but found only supportive encouragement across her teammate’s faces. A grin snuck its way across her lips.

“Alright!” She exclaimed, pulling up her bluetooth setting as Yamaguchi held out his speaker.

In the end the team went through the playlist 3 times before arriving at training camp, and during that time the bus was nothing but smiles. (Y/n) looked around in utter glee, as her team mates vibed out to the music, bopping their head along to the beat and sometimes even singing along. When Kageyama and Shoyo had woken up, they too joined the jam session and even came to sit further up with the rest of the team.

When the bus eventually began to pull into the lot, Nishinoya pumped a fist into the air.

“You gotta send me that playlist (y/n)!” He bellowed “now i’m all hyped up to train.”

As the bus came to a stop Nishinoya nearly jumped out of his seat. The rest followed suit, chatting excitedly as everyone began to gather their belongings. (Y/n) reached down and picked up her bag, still smiling. She was so glad everyone had had so much fun, and was practically on platonic cloud 9. (Y/n) reached over to hand Yamaguchi back his speaker, and out of the corner of her eye she could have sworn she saw the impossible. Tsukishima with his headphones off. Smiling.

Her cheeks grew warm, had he been listening with everyone? Did he like her music? But he hadn’t even complained! (Y/n) lowered her head quickly, snapping her gaze back to her lap in which her bag awaited. She hid her face, which was now darkened by hues of pink and red.

Had Tsukishima actually listened to her music, and had he liked it? Or was she just jumping to conclusions and imagining thing? (Y/n) was dying to know.

CH.03 II i didn’t know you had tAsTE??

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[bibliocratic]

drunken nights

jonmartin, scottish safehouse, drinking wine and card games

fluff. just fluff. 

His lips and teeth stained purplish, Jon finishes his drink with an extravagant flourish and beckons impatiently for the corkscrew. 

Martin's put it down somewhere, so by the time he's uncovered it from down the side of the sofa, Jon's sourced a new bottle, digging into the soft flesh of the cork with the metal implement Martin's passed over.

Their second evening in the safe house has wound down grim and blustery, the creak of the cottage like a laden floorboard, and Martin is discovering Jon drinks exactly like a uni student.  

“We should play a game,” Jon proposes grandly and decisively, holding up a finger like he wants to illustrate a  particularly salient point in a lecture.

“Like what?” Martin says, content to let the words form and fall out of his mouth lazily, half-moulded like a cushion against the back of the sofa. Like some indolent Caesar, he holds his mug out, shaking it at Jon until he gets the message. Jon gives himself a triumphant and satisfied nod when he manages to top up both of their mugs – there was no glasses in the cupboards that they've yet found, and Jon seems content to fill the mismatched mugs up like he's pouring tea – without spillage.

“Let's do questions,” Jon says, passing back Martin's topped-up drink. He's gone blotchy around his throat, but he fixes on Martin with wine-bright eyes, bearing one of those smiles on his face that Martin never knew could come so easily.

“Don't you have.... y-your omniscient mind powers f'that?” Martin says, squinting as Jon, who had just sat down and sunk against him, in a resolute gear-change becomes a spiky thing with a mission, all elbows as he pushes himself back up to a wavering stand before lurching in the direction of the kitchen cabinets.

“I'm serious!” Jon replies, making a god-awful clattering racket as he pushes aside cutlery and tin opener and spatulas from their home in the top drawer that apparently holds everything, either kitchen-related or not. 

Finally, with a little 'ah!', he brandishes like a dog-eared grail a grimy looking box of playing cards. “Daisy left these.”

“Makes a nice change from gaffer tape an' weirdly stained rope,” Martin burbles back, using the divinely-granted opportunity he's been bestowed to give Jon a shameless and fondly admiring once-over before Jon swivels around on the balls of his feet and Martin schools his expression mild and dopey. “Anyway, you want t' do questions, why don't we jus' play Never Have I Ever or summin'?”

Jon makes a face that is either currently remembering some beer-soaked student days or trying very hard to forget.

“My game's better,” he says, bee-lining back to his position squashed against Martin's stomach. He throws himself down heavily, and Martin gives a grunting, over-dramatic ooof as his favourite hedgehog-human elbows him while he reconfigures his seating. “'s fun.”

“You know the meaning of the word then?”

Jon sticks out his tongue. Martin tries to poke it with his finger, and Jon reels back with another one of those wine-laden expressions, earnest and open as a window.

“I want to know everything about you,” he says, struggling with finding the opening at the top of the pack, before  he pauses, dutifully following up with a no-less sincere and concessionary: “But not if you don't want to.”

Martin takes the cards off him, not wanting to watch Jon martyr himself for hours trying to open something for the second time in as many days. (The raspberry jam was still unopened and apparently fused shut for later civilisations to one day come across. Martin had caught Jon trying to pop the seal with a knife and there had been words).

Jon sways and folds his limbs cross legged, body leaning towards Martin as he unpacks the cards into his palm.

“What questions then?”

Jon huffs.

“I'm not going to tell you, that's not the game.”

“What if you cheat though?”

“I won't!”

“'s what a cheater would say.”

“Martin...!”

“Tell y' what,” Martin grins, “Rules! You like those. Right – er – kay, if you use your ominous eye powers – ”

“I'm not going t – ”

“If. Then, then there's a penalty. 's fair, right?”

Jon grumbles another petulant 'not gonna' into his wine mug, the protestation echoing.

“I think...” Martin says slowly, blinking heavily, taking a big swig and sloshing it around his mouth. “...you should hafta take a drink.”

“I'm drinking anyway,” Jon replies impishly, with one of his own-brand smug expressions, and Martin shushes him with a shoulder-shove and a grinning 'another drink then!'

Jon takes the cards out of Martin's hands, almost folds the lines in his forehead in concentration as he tries to shuffle them, and then promptly fans them all over the sofa.

“A-and!” Martin says with a pleased smirk. “A-and I get another question!”

Jon makes the kind of sigh that implies he is possessed of saintly, near beatific patience for agreeing to such unreasonableness.

Martin leans forward and sloppily kisses Jon's hairline, and this seems to appease him. He tries to sit straighter up, fails and gives up up as a bad idea anyway.

The game is decided. It's simple and easy for their lubricated minds to parse – if a black card is turned over, Jon asks Martin a question. If a red, Martin asks Jon. Number cards are easier, more playful questions. Higher number cards and picture cards are more serious or personal questions. Any card can be refused at any time. Jon repeats this with an anxious frown until Martin nudges him with an elbow, sensing a spiral starting if he doesn't intervene, and demands the game be begun.

The rules go out of the window just as simply. Often they'll get tangled in the bramble-patch of some question, mouth full of reminiscences, clarifying or expanding questions batted back and forth like a casual and amenable round of some racquet sport. But, equally likely, debate will spring up over the numerical value of the question and that will cheerfully eat up the time as they spiritedly disagree on what sorts of information is worth what number.

“That's an eight at least, y' - you can't ask that until you've got at least an eight.”

“But I've not got an eight, I’ve a six.”

“Then tough, you better wait.”

“But you could tell me nooooww.”

Jon draws a nine of spades, and spends an over-long amount of time pondering the question.

“C'mon, hurry up.” Martin nudges him with a socked toe, and takes another gulp of his rapidly depleting wine.

“I'm thinking,” Jon pouts.

Martin stretches out, yawning, and then awkwardly manoeuvres himself so he's on his back, half lying on Jon's crossed legs, the rest of him stuck out over the arm of the sofa to dangle.

“You look silly upside down,” he says, following the line of Jon's jaw, his vision getting a little less concrete now but perfectly happy to float in his tipsy haze for a while.

Jon trails a hand through Martin's hair rhythmically while he ponders.

“I've got – yeh, yeh, I've got one,” he says finally. “Ok, here you go, right – when was your last relationship?”

“I had a three-week fling about five years ago with a guy called Manoj,” Martin replies, loose-lipped, riding the easy slide of the words slicking out of his mouth. “He's some high-flying investment banker now. Not good boyfriend material, you know, but we kept in touch, text sometimes if we wanted to hook up.”

The static in Martin's head fades enough for him to frown and shake himself free of the urge that just swept him along.

“Shit,” Jon swear.  Martin doesn't like the blank expression of horror that's begun to creep like ivy rash, pushing aside his reddening inebriation.  “Shit – Martin – I...”

“You're a cheat!” Martin declares quickly, efficiently sweeping all concerns about Jon's mild lapse from his mind in favour of smugly finger-pointing. “Cheat! That's – More wine! That's t'rules.”

“I – er.”

Martin's stumbling fingers reach down to the side of the sofa, and he sits up enough to fill Jon's mug again. It overflows a bit and drips on Jon's jeans and neither of them notice.

“You promised no mind powers,” he sing-songs, pushing the mug back at Jon.

Jon's expression seeps from heightened and horrified to a cautious mild embarrassment, and Martin feels a warm wash of a job accomplished.

“'was an accident,” he says as he sinks his face into the mug.

“Penalties are penalties.” Martin grins.

“You really have hook-ups with an investment banker?”

“Had. Past tense. Don't judge me.”

“I'm not – you can do what you like with your own body. Jus' they tend to be a bit...” Jon makes a most definitely judgy face.

“Stuck up?”

“I was going to try arrogant.”

“Maybe that's my type,” Martin says with a goofy wink, and Jon rolls his eyes. “And that was a sip, Jonathan, that's not a penalty.”

Jon drinks a little more. Martin bestows a graceless kiss against his cheek as a reward for his pains.

“And now my question,” Martin says.

Jon has the habit of drawing his eyebrows intensely together as he waits for each question, as though readying to give the enquiry the entirety of his attention.

“Alright. Go on.”

“Which one of my poems is your favourite?”

“I'm not answering that.”

“Why not?”

“Martin...”

“Fine. Another one. Non-morose answers only.” Martin bops Jon's nose. He's struggled through the reticence of his unruly limbs to sit up properly, and enjoys the fruits of his labours in that he can now more easily look at Jon while he's talking. “What do you wish you were better at?”

“Well, under such strict and unnecessary restrictions,” Jon says, who has taken advantage of Martin's more upright position to lean against him like a capsizing boat,  his mug hugged against his breastbone. “Dunno. I've always quite liked the idea of – of getting into astronomy. There's all of the visually observable stuff, and it's fascinating, like it's – 't's really cool, the sorts of things you can see, even with reasonably cheap equipment, but then – then they've got this – this thing called radio astronomy, an' it's where you detect things like pulsars and stuff using radio waves, and it's really amazing, you know and – why're you smiling at me like that?”

“I'm dating such a nerd,” Martin laughs and fails to disguise how charmed he is, how wide his wine-stained lips are pulled. “That's adorable.”

“What about you then?” Jon says. He's going for affronted, but his hair is sprouting up fly-away, there's a strip of darkening skin over his nose and cheeks, and he has honest-to-god dimples that even his scruffy patch of beard doesn't mask when he smiles with his whole mouth. His happiness is a thoughtless, reckless thing and Martin thinks it's stunning. If he can figure out how to word it, he's definitely going to tell Jon, just blurt it out because Jon deserves to know, should be told how much his happiness means to Martin.

Jon swivels his body to drape his legs over Martin's knees, fidgets like a cat before he finally stills.

“Maybe baking?” Martin muses. He strokes the knobbly bone on the side of Jon's ankle, the skin fading smooth from the dark hair down his legs, and Jon twitches like he's ticklish. “I've never really...”

“Martin!” Jon says suddenly. Sitting up so fast in fact that he sloshes a blood-coloured stain onto his shirt.

“What?” Martin says, a buzz of threatened sobriety at whatever has broken their languid, lazy peace.  Jon's putting his mug down and leaning forward.

“Martin,” he stresses again, and his face has filled up with a torch-bright light, dimples deepening. “There's flour in the kitchen. Martin, th-there's – I think there's... Eggs! We've eggs, 'n you got milk – let's make – let's make a cake!”

Martin blinks.

“What now?”

“Yeah, sure, now.”

Martin snorts.

“That oven's seen the Blitz, Jon! We'll need tetanus shots before we go near the thing.”

“N', n' it'll be fine, Daisy used it to make bread to disguise the smell of bleach.”

“God, that's not the ringing endorsement you think it is.”

“Hush, c'mon, let's go look,” Jon tries to stumble up and nearly drop-kicks his innocently placed mug. Martin breaks into a tipsy peal of laughter, squawks when Jon nearly collapses back onto him, almost headbutting him before he squashes his face with a petulant, slightly-off-the-mark kiss.

“Fine,” Martin half-slurs as Jon squirms, trying to separate them and drag Martin up from where he was entirety committed to being dug in for the evening. “F'ne, we'll look, kay, you pr'lly can't get rabies anyway with your mind powers.”

Jon staggers and nearly slips. Martin, feeling that it'll be better for all concerned if Jon is not allowed to do much walking for the moment, instead feels that now is a perfect moment to demonstrate every expression of chivalry he's always rather sappily wanted to shower a loved one with.

This firmly in mind, the idea growing better by the moment, Martin valiantly attempts to lift Jon in a wonky bridal carry.

Jon near shrieks with something that is both primal and delighted, but also rationally terrified: “Martin, your back!” Your back!”

“'s fine,” Martin grunts.

“You're going to do your back in!”

“If you keep squirming around, lemme get a good grip.”

“You're g-g-goin' to drop me, M-Martin!”

Tears are rolling down Jon's cheeks, his chest heaving in short-breathed gasping laughter that makes their small cramped living room seem bigger than it is.  Martin does nearly drop him, but the sofa is still there for Martin to plant the hiccuping, giggling object of his devotions down upon safely. It takes a few minutes, but he convinces the leggy, laugh-shook drunkard he calls his own to clamber onto his back like a leggy koala, and this is more successful as Martin swayingly carries him into the kitchen.

(Their cakes are flat, lacking in sugar and near carbonated by the time they remember to take them out of the oven. Martin wakes up with Jon's hair in his mouth and a thundering pity-party of  a headache made worse by Jon's snoring and he cannot for the life of him stop smiling).

[djarinbarnes]

Don’t tell Steve

Author: only Dina.

Word Count: 3039

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: oral sex (both female and male receiving), smut, fluff

A/N: heart eyes, mother f**ker

You'd spent most of the day at the beach. You'd soaked up the sun, felt the water against your skin on the private beach belonging to the beautiful beach house you'd rented for the weekend. The beach house you'd rented with the boys was a part of your annual summer getaway, it was luxurious, more luxurious than the year before. You'd shown up earlier than your two best friends, wanting to get comfortable and know all the good spots before they arrived. The grand beach house had everything you all needed and more, you didn't even know why you all had agreed on such a big place to begin with.

The large beach house towered in front of you as you stepped out of you convertible, pushing the sunglasses into your hair, shutting the car door behind you. You gazed upon the beautiful white house, three stories blocking the sun from your view. You smiled as you grabbed your bag from the backseat, not bothering to close the roof, considering it was 100 degrees, in the middle of the summer. You went through the whole place, throwing your bag on the bed in the room with the view over the private beach, and you sighed, picking up your phone.

                                                       d-bags ♡

you (2:16 pm)

when are you guys arriving? 🥺☹️

you (2:17pm)

I know I'm a little early, but rather that than being late!😁

steev (2:20pm)

I'm caught up with something that needs to be taken care of before I can go.🙄 I'm sorry.☹️ I'll see if I can make it by tomorrow. 😩

steev (2:21pm)

☹️🧨💣🚽💩💩

buck (2:22pm)

typical you steve!👅

 you (2:24pm)

i miss you guys. it's been forever. 💗

buck (2:28pm)

getting in the car now. be there in an hour. 🏎💨

you (2:30pm)

it's boring here without you 😞

buck (2:30pm)

see you soon 😉

You sighed as you tossed your phone on the bed. You grabbed you bikini out of your bag, stripping down to your Eve costume. You slipped on the bright red set you'd bought for the occasion, seeing as you'd being wearing the same bikini for the past three years. You tip-toed out of the house, walking across the warm tiles beside the swimming pool until you pushed your toes into the sand with a sigh. You'd been looking forward to this vacation for the last month, seeing your two best friends again after months of being apart. They'd both been caught up with work, and with Bucky's newly acquired promotion, the three of you were more than ready to celebrate in each other's company.

The fresh breeze that entered your nostrils as you walked closer to the waves tumbling softly onto the shore reminded you of when you were younger. The three of you would always go to the beach when you needed each other; a simple text from either of you gathered all three of you as quickly as possible. Your two best friends had helped you over many steep mountains, the path rocky and tricky, but somehow you'd always climbed it and succeeded. Likewise for the boys. You were always there for each other.

Your feet were slowly engulfed by a wave, you bit your lip at the coldness of the ocean as you stepped further out into the blue oblivion. There was no one in sight, and the only sound around you was the soft sound of waves crashing and breaking against each other. After a few, long minutes, you decided on walking back to the beach house, but stopped just before the tiles started, throwing yourself on one of the lounging chairs seated snugly in the sand. You dozed off slightly, awakening sometime later by a car horn honking somewhere on the other side of the beach house. You quickly rose to your feet, smiling at the thought of company.

You hurried into the house, looking around for any sign of the car-horn-honking guest. The clock read 3:41pm, so it had to be Bucky. Suddenly, a pair of warm muscular arms snuck around your waist, and you yelped, a soft laugh emitting from the person behind you.

"Hey Y/N" the soft voice belonging to Bucky flowed into your ears. You squealed and turned around, hugging the man before you tightly. "I guess you really did miss me, huh?" you nodded into his chest, smiling widely. "Hey, look... I wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened. I wish I could've been there. A break up is never fun." He said before you pulled out of his grasp.

"It's okay. I managed. You were busy with your new promotion and all." You smiled and walked into the kitchen, finding the bar after opening a few cabinets. You pulled out a bottle of vodka, found the orange juice in the fridge, grabbing two glasses from one of the upper cabinets. You mixed the two beverages stronger than intended, and Bucky watched you with wide eyes and a smirk. "To congratulate you on your new promotion" You said as you handed him one of the glasses. "Cheers!" He smiled and you clinked glasses, both of you taking a big gulp, maintaining eye contact. You winced as the liquid ran down your throat, and Bucky laughed at your reaction. "Put on your fucking trunks. We're lounging by the pool!" You said as you turned around, walking out onto the patio, drink in hand. You sat on the edge of the pool, slipping your legs into the lukewarm water, heated by the sun.

He joined you a few minutes later, white trunks low on his hips, his muscular chest more prominently trained than last year. You literally fucked him with your eyes behind the dark glass of your sunglasses, praying he wouldn't notice. He sat down at the other side of the corner, his sunglasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose, as he sipped his drink slowly. "Anything you wanna do today? Should we go somewhere?" He asked as he sat his drink down on the edge of the pool.

"Sure, sounds lovely. Theres this really beautiful place just a few yards down to the left here." you pointed to the beach and he smiled. "I checked it out earlier. It's just the beach at the bottom of that cliff over there." You turned your body slightly, pointing at the tall formation of rock growing tall a few miles away. "It's amazing and secluded. I haven't seen anyone here yet." You said as you sipped more of your drink, slowly getting used to a prominent taste of vodka that lingered.

He smiled as he stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. You giggled as you sprinted towards the beach, Bucky hot on your tail as he followed you. The soft sand slowly turned to sand mixed with stone the further you got from the beach house, and you slowed down, not wanting to hurt yourself. Bucky smiled as he caught up to you, capturing you with his arms from behind. "Gotcha" he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. You'd always been comfortable around Bucky, you'd always been close, not bothering to be careful when touching each other. It'd always been friendly between the two of you, but many thought you were dating because you were so comfortable around each other.

You leaned your head back into his shoulder, relaxing into his arms, sighing deeply. His arms traced up your arms, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin. You sucked in a breath as his lips gently ghosted over your shoulder, slowly peppering soft kisses, testing the waters. You granted him more space, leaning your head to the side, inviting him closer. His light peppering turned into sloppy kisses up your throat, along your jawline as he slid his hands up your body to turn your head, looking you in the eyes before kissing your lips gently.

You'd be lying to yourself if you told yourself you hadn't thought of this many times over the years, but the time was just never right. Sure you'd kissed before in a drunken haze to get a creep off your tail at some shady bar downtown years ago, but this was happening when you were both (slightly) sober. You turned to face him, his hands running down your body to rest on your ass carefully, still being thoughtful not to cross any of your boundaries. Your lips found his as your hands slid up his body to grasp at the nape of his neck, urging him to keep on going.

He slowly undid the knot that held the bikini securely around your torso, pulling away from you to lift the garment over your head. You smiled as he watched his hand travel up the side of your body, softly caressing the sensitive skin on the underside of your breast. "You're so beautiful. I've wanted this for so many years... You're just so out of my league" he sighed as his hand grasped your breast firmly, biting his lip as you moaned lightly.

"You're not the only one..." You smiled as you backed him up against a huge rock, pushing him down to sit on it. You decided than now was finally the time to fulfill your dream about sucking his cock, the cock you'd longed for, for as long as you can remember. You'd seen him naked many times, once completely erect when you'd walked in on him getting himself off a few years back. He'd taken it with a smile, and there'd been nothing weird between you afterwards. Your hands found the waistband of his trunks, pulling them toward you slightly to help his stiff member loose from the tight restraints. He lifted his hips off the rock as you pulled the trunks down, biting your lip seductively at him, then grabbing his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes. He bit his lip as he pushed the trunks off his legs, grabbing your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss. His tongue slid against yours and you moaned, his cock twitched in your hand and he bit onto your lower lip, dragging it slightly. You pulled your lip from his teeth and left open-mouthed kisses down his body.

You fell to your knees and your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, his hands pushed through your hair and held it back as you sucked the thickness of his girth into your mouth. You watched as his eyes fell closed, a deep groan falling past his lips, encouraging you to bop your head at as faster pace. You grabbed what you couldn't fit in your mouth, letting your spit run in between your fingers and down the side of his cock, making it easier for your hand to slip up and down. "Fuck that feels so good," he groaned as his hands fisted your hair tightly, making you moan around him. The muscles in his legs tensed as you kept his cock engulfed in your mouth, taking him deeper, wanting to make him cum. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought back the tears welling up in your eyes as he let out a strangled moan, releasing his warm cum down your throat. You swallowed everything he had to give, pulling off him with a slight pop, biting your lip sweetly at him.

"Fucking hell Y/N, if I knew you'd treat me that well, I'd chosen to seduce you earlier." He smirked as he pulled the trunks up his legs, tucking himself back in, helping you put on your bikini top. "Let's head back to the beach house and I'll.. treat you real nice as well." He offered as his hands grasped your ass tightly, pulling you into his body, his lips finding yours in a desperate kiss. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue, your hands running through his hair. You nodded as you stepped back, grabbing his hand, pulling him back towards the beach house.

When you returned, he threw you on one of the lounge sofas, pushing the trunks off himself yet again before stripping you of your bikini as you giggled underneath the soft kisses of his lips. His mouth traveled down your body, kissing the inside of your thighs, goosebumps sneaking their way across your skin. His mouth finally found your clit and you let out a long moan, your arousal finally getting the attention it was so desperately longing for. Bucky's tongue worked wonders against your bundle of nerves, he was exploring every part of your vulva like no one ever had done before. He ate you out for what felt like an eternity, since he would tease you by bringing you close to the edge and then completely stopping before picking back up when you'd come down slightly, completely ignoring your whimpers and complaints.

"Fuck me, Bucky, please, I need you so badly." You moaned as your hands gripped his hair tightly, trying to pull him up your body. He finally gave in to your begs, kissing his way up your stomach, latching his mouth onto your right nipple. You moaned at the sensation, biting your lip harshly and letting out a gasp as the head of his cock pushed into you. He went slow, letting you adjust to his size. He was long and thick, your heat engulfing him snugly and he let out a moan. His lips found yours as he held himself over you, working his cock into you further and further with each thrust, feeling your arousal wetting his cock to grant him easier access to your pleasure.

Your lips moved against each other hotly, your moans mixing as they left your mouths, his thrusts increasing in force and speed, your hands sliding up his sides to grasp the hairs at the back of his neck tightly. Your tongues slid against one another and Bucky pulled back slightly, looking down to where your bodies met so perfectly. He bit his lip as he watched his cock sliding in and out of your tight core and you moaned at the sigh of him. You lifted your legs higher against your chest, the new found angle making his cock hit deeper inside you, your moans increasing in volume as he thrusted into you harder.

Bucky rolled you both over, seating you on top of him, sliding into you deeper and grinding his hips against yours harshly, his cock buried to the hilt. His hands gripped your hips tightly, his pubic bone grinding against your bundle of nerves harshly and you threw your head back and let out a throaty moan. "Fuck, Bucky, I'm so fucking close." You moaned and he sped up his trusts, biting down on his lip, watching you writhe on top him.

"Touch yourself for me, darling." He commanded seductively, biting down on his lip, dragging another moan from you. You slid your hand down his stomach, separating your fingers, sliding them down on both sides of your entrance, feeling Bucky's think cock sliding in and out of you. You moaned as you started rubbing circles on your clit, biting down on your lip as your orgasm approached quickly. His movements beneath you grew sloppier, you could feel his climax approaching as well, the groans emitting from his throat a clear indication of that. You shrieked as your orgasm washed over you, you walls clamping tightly around his cock as you kept grinding your hips against his. Bucky let out whispers of curses, shutting his eyes tightly as the euphoria washed over him, emptying his load into your welcoming heat.

You bit your lip as your eyes found his, his lips curving into a teethy grin. "That was... really something else." Bucky said, you responded with a giggle and let your hands travel down his arms, grabbing his hands in yours. He kissed the back of your hand and then let it fall, sliding his hand to your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek. You slipped off him, letting gravity take its toll on the liquids in and between your bodies. "So what happens now?" he said as you shrugged your shoulders and rose from his lap, wandering off to grab something to clean you both off. You found a few tissues and grabbed your phone before returning to Bucky's side, giggling as you looked at your lockscreen. You unlocked your phone and you showed Bucky the texts. He let out a laugh.

                                                      d-bags ♡

steev (3:16pm)

I just want this shit over by now

steev (3:18pm)

why did I choose a job like this?!😩

steev (3:19pm)

🥵🔪🔪

steev (3:26pm)

I'm gonna need some serious alcohol this weekend.🍻🍻🍻

steev (3:36pm)

I got a feeling y'all are ignoring me.

steev (3:42pm)

now I'm convinced you're ignoring me.

steev (3:52pm)

come on guys, entertain me!?🙄🙄

steev (4:01pm)

fucking hell 🧨🧨🧨

steev (4:12pm)

okay just ignore me. I'm sorry!!!!!

steev (4:13pm)

can't wait to see you two tomorrow.

steev (4:13pm)

☹️☹️☹️

"You know..." Bucky started. "I don't think we should tell Steve. You know he hates third-wheeling..." You bit your lip as his thumb stroked your hip. You gathered the mess on his stomach with the tissues while biting your lip, deep in thought. "... Hey? Love? Earth to Y/N?" you shook your head as Bucky finally broke through to you, he was waving his hand in front of your face and he laughed when you came out of the trance. "Dicked you down too good?" he smirked and you hit his shoulder softly. He smiled and leaned up to kiss your lips. You pulled him with you to the outdoor shower, turning on the water to clean both of your bodies. "So what about Steve? I don't think we should tell him just yet. I want to explore this, with you. Figure out what we could build together. Before we go around telling Steve, or anyone about us." You smiled and nodded.

"Don't tell Steve. Got it."

[supernaturaldesires]

A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter One

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: None (yet)

Characters: Dean & Sam

Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean

Word Count: 1,802

One Year Ago

As you pulled up to the old abandoned shack, you checked against the photo in the newspaper on your passenger seat. This was the place, without a doubt. You had stopped about 150 yards away to avoid drawing any attention or raising any alarms within the shack. If the stories you’d heard from the townsfolk were true, you were expecting just a couple of vamps, max three. It appeared to be a relatively new nest since the attacks only started a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue. You reached into the backseat, grabbing your machete and hip-flask. You took a swig of whisky from the flask for good measure before shoving it in the glove compartment and heaving yourself out. 

There was a gravel path leading up to the shack, but you opted to walk along the grassy verge in an attempt to keep as quiet as possible. When you were about 50 yards from the shack though, you noticed a ‘67 Chevy Impala tucked behind some large shrubs, just off the path. Strange. It wasn’t a large town and all of the attacks happened within a couple mile radius of the shack, so you couldn’t imagine much need for the vamps to have a set of wheels. Nevertheless, you pushed on.

As you approached the front porch, you noticed that the door to the shack was already open, creaking back-and-forth with the breeze. It was at that moment you heard a blood-curdling scream, followed by shouting. Armed with your machete, you launched through the front door towards the noise.

Two beheaded bodies already lay on the floor, and ahead of you there were two figures wrestling on the ground. “Sammy!” Shouted the man who was pinned to the ground, trying to fend off the snarling vamp with his bare hands. His machete lay on the ground nearby, but just out of reach. Without a second thought, you flew forward, thrust your machete down on the vamp, slicing clean through its neck. The head bounced off the man’s shoulder, to which he jumped up, shuddering and wiping himself down. “Hey, thanks man-” He looked up at you for the first time and blinked. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, didn’t mean to assume.” You lowered your machete, wiping the blade on the clothes of the dead vamp. “No biggie,” you shrugged in response. “You get used to it in this line of work.” You flashed him a knowing smile.

Another man entered the room through a second door, to which you instinctively raised your weapon again, but he immediately stopped and raised his hands in self-defence at the sight of you. 

“He’s good,” the first man said. “That’s my brother. All good, Sam?”

“Yeah,” the tall man said, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “There was another one in there but I managed to catch him off-guard.”

“Sweet. Well, this young lady saved my ass before I became a vamp snack,” the first man chuckled. “Thanks for that, by the way, um...?”

“Y/N,” you said. “As I said, no biggie. I wasn’t expecting such a big nest, so if you guys hadn’t got here first, I’d probably have been the meal anyway.”

Both men laughed at that. “I’m Dean, this is my baby brother Sam. Come on, let me buy you a drink to say thanks.”

Present Day

“Dean, can you please put a different tape on now?” Sam moaned for the fifth time. “I swear this is the tenth time I’ve heard this song.”

“Sorry Sammy, you know the rules,” his brother smirked. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

Sam turned in his seat to face you in the backseat, hoping to get some back-up but he knew he was outnumbered when he saw you playing air guitar.

“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain,” you sang along gleefully. “C’mon Sammy, how can you get tired of Guns ’n’ Roses? I could listen to this all day!”

Sam groaned, shifting back to face forward and slouched grumpily against the car door. “Don’t encourage him, Y/N,” he grumbled. “And I’ve told you, not even Dean’s supposed to call me Sammy, you’re definitely not allowed.”

You leaned over the back of the front seat, throwing him a pout before motioning a tiny violin between your thumb and forefinger. Dean roared with laughter as Sam grunted, folding his arms with a strop. “Tell me we’re nearly there, at least.”

“Only another 50 miles to go, little brother,” Dean hummed. He shot you a cheeky look and you knew exactly what was coming next. You both sang at the tops of your lungs:

“WoooooOOOoooaahhh sweet child of mine!”

As you arrived at the bunker, you jumped out of the car and stretched your legs before hauling your overnight bag out of the backseat. “I’m jumping straight into the shower, I still stink of werewolf.” 

“Yeah I know,” Dean remarked, scrunching his nose comically. You punched him playfully in the arm, which he then clutched in feigned agony, staggering. 

“Whatever, tough guy,” you huffed as you made your way into the building. 

After showering and feeling refreshed, you pulled on a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie and made your way to the kitchen. Sam was already sat at the table, staring intensely at his laptop screen and scribbling notes.

“I’m feeling pancakes, Sam, you want some?” The tall man just shook his head, his eyes not moving from the screen. “You know you’re allowed to relax every now and then, right?”

The elder Winchester sauntered into the kitchen then, also looking much fresher. “Did I hear pancakes?”

“Yep, you know where the ingredients are,” you smirked, plopping down into the chair opposite Sam.

Dean threw an irritated look at you before reluctantly rummaging through the fridge. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Jerk,” you retorted without missing a beat. “You boys up for a drink tonight? I fancy going out, celebrating our victory in taking out that pack.”

“Sure,” Dean answered. “Let’s get some grub in us, then we can head over to the bar.”

Sam continued tapping away at his laptop. “You guys go ahead, I’ve just found this interesting article about this new legal case over in Wisconsin. Check it out, so this guy-”

“Yawwwn,” Dean interrupted. “Sometimes I wish I’d just left you at Stanford, you nerd. Anyways, Y/N and I are gonna go have some fun. Maybe you can look up the definition of the word sometime, Sammy.”

You and Dean had settled at a table at the bar, chatting about everything and nothing for about an hour, already four drinks in. You couldn’t forget that impressed glint in his eye when he first realised that you could not only hold your drink, but could also keep up with him quite easily.

You were howling with laughter as Dean told you a story of Sam losing a rabbit’s foot and the chain of unfortunate events that followed. “So I’m there on the phone to Bobby and I could tell Sam was mucking around behind me doing some stupid shit but I wasn’t really paying attention. Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s looking at me with that goofy puppy-dog face. ‘I lost my shoe,’ he says. Dropped it down a damn drain, the dumbass.” You wiped the tears of laughter from your face, shaking your head and taking a swig of your drink. “Anyway, gotta go empty the tank. I’ll be back.” Dean pushed away from the table and headed off to the men’s room.

One of your favourite AC/DC songs came on the jukebox, so you started tapping your foot and bopping your head along with the music. You didn’t really notice the stranger approach you until he helped himself to Dean’s seat. “Hey there, little lady.” You looked up at the guy, he was your typical jock-type, wearing a football jersey and a baseball cap. He was a little broader than Dean, but several inches shorter. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks,” you said, smiling politely. “I’m here with a friend, just having a good time.”

“Yeah, I saw your friend,” the guy scoffed. “I promise you, come with me and I can show you a real good time, sweetheart,” he said with a wink.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I said-” your tone was harsh now, your words sharp. “I’m here with my friend. I’m not interested.”

“Aw come on sweet cheeks, I saw the way he was looking at you. He ain’t interested in you like that. I mean, he’s a fucking fool for it, but I’d be happy to step into the shoes if he’s too much of a pussy to fill them.” He tried to wrap an arm around you then, and you were just about to shove him off when his whole body was suddenly ripped away from you, and the next thing you knew, he was on the floor. 

Dean towered over him, his eyes sparking with anger. “Did you not fucking hear her when she said she’s not interested?” By now, the rest of the bar had fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding scene. 

“Hey, dude, chill out,” the guy muttered. “It’s not like you were making a move.” 

Dean grabbed the collar of the guy’s shirt in his fist, getting right in his face. You jumped up, preparing to intervene. “What I do is none of your fucking business, if you come near her again, I swear-”

“Dean!” You shouted, grabbing his other fist which had raised, ready to take a swing. “Leave it.”

“Oi!” The manager peeked out of the backroom, having heard the commotion. He jabbed a finger at Dean. “Get out of my bar, now!” 

You could see the fire in Dean’s eyes redirect towards the manager, but you tugged at his shirt. “Dean, please! Just leave it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Dean paused for a moment before releasing the guy’s shirt, letting him fall roughly to the floor. He turned his attention back to the manager, eyes like daggers. “You oughta get some better clientele in here, mate, instead of little bitch boys.” You hooked your arm through Dean’s and dragged him out the front door. He let you pull him away, but all the while throwing glaring looks between the manager and the man who had tried hitting on you.

You really did love your new life with the Winchesters, basically considered them your brothers now, but they tended to find their newfound protective role a little too seriously sometimes. You decided it wasn’t worth an argument this time, instead letting Dean cool down as you both made your way back to the bunker.

Chapter Two =>

Dean tags: @akshi8278​

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics​

[axymmetryx]

Ladykeep

Arthur Conan Doyle | Ikemen Vampire

a messy imagine for mr. doyle. didn't even read this as a whole and it's a mess. i'm a mess. :c

Day Two: Tea

"... ! What is your problem, Arthur?!" A very loud, annoyed -pissed- Theo, grumpily stomped up beside Arthur's table after being hit on the face with a flying crumped up paper.

Theo rapped his fingers across his friend's table impatiently, watching the writer groan and did some unhumanly kicks while throwing an exasperated hand on his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

"Well?" Arthur shoved his face on his table as the brunette man questioned him. He looked up at his friend while his cheek is still pressed over the stack of messy paperworks and pouted, "Theo, I'm in need of attention!" he whined and did a small tantrum again, which, he knows, puts Theo in an even badder mood.

Arthur saw his friend's eye twitching instantly and losing all interest in the world before attempting to walk away, and he immediatly shot up to grab the boy's sleeves.

"Off to the pub we go!" he announced to the open, and saw Theo lifting up his chair and was half ready to smack his head without any remorse, but he pulled Theo out the door before he uttered another word, that he was sure as hell, wouldn't even open an ear for.

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"Arthur, my man! Welcome back." Arthur mustered up a grin, as he saw the pub's owner greeting him with a delighted look that Arthur deemed too genuine for a guy who does too much 'sales-talking', he catched the owner's hand in a familiar handshake before directing the latter's attention to his companion, "Great to be back, Pops! Even brought an extra here." he gestured to an unbothered Theo who just nodded in acknowledgement, trying to ignore Arthur's way of introduction. "Good! Well, hope you both have a heated night, if you know what I mean."

The pair walked towards the counter for a seat after a dreadful talk with the owner as Theo called it, and gestured up for a barkeep. Arthur did a scan around the dimly lit room, trying to spot any good ol' meals for the night, noting a few of his interests as his eyes did a three-sixty. He toned out the sound of Theo's nagging about him being a dick, as he bop his head along with the music in the background, he then patted his friend on the back in hopes of shutting him up, "Aw, have a little fun, Theo! Think of all the women that's about to swarm upon us! Speak of." Just as he was doing an encouragement speech, a group of women had really swarm up to them in hopes of attention.

"Oh, Arthur dear, I didn't notice you enter the pub, oh if I did, I wouldn't have let you in, and pulled you out to my carriage already!"

"Arthur, you're looking fine, tonight, I'd been waiting for you!"

"Arthur, who's your friend? It's the first time I've seen him here."

He was bombared with questions from all the women he was all too familiar with, but didn't fail to show a glimpse of playfulness, as a charming smile appeared on his face, but just as he was about to make a suggestive reply to one of them, he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him. He turned around as a fair maiden he had never seen before appear before his very eyes.

He lift his eyebrows in surprise as he realized that the girl was behind the counter, and asking for their order, but he covered his surprised look with a smirk as he leaned in over the counter to inch his face closer to the ladykeep, "What a fine lady you are, working as a barkeep." he lift a hand up to curl a strand of her hair on the tips of his fingers, forgetting about the crowd of women waiting for his attention behind him.

Even forgetting Theo, as the lad tried to slap away all the hands that tried to touch him, hoping to get a little privacy. Arthur noticed the ladykeep tremble a little at his act, and unconciously cracked a toothless smile.

"Just tell me what you want, sir." he heard a surprisingly confident reply, despite her trembling body, and he saw a flicker of irritation in the light of her eyes and pulled her hair out of his touch.

"Please, call me Arthur. And what if I want you?" his eyes glowed in the dim light of the pub, his voice sounding husky while blending with the party music.

"Sir, I'm not a drink." she said as a matter of fact, and Arthur couldn't hold back his amusement when she not only disregard his playful offer but also refused to call him by his name. He leaned back on his stool, trying to drown the thought that, she was infact a drink to his kind. Though he still grinned at the idea, he decided not to push it around her for now, if he wanted to get a moment alone with her.

"Alright then, dear, then get me the strongest coffee you can make." he flashed her his signature smile that could make a lot of women do almost absolutely anything for him.

He watched as the ladykeep looked at him as if he had lost his mind at his order, "If you wanted coffee, then go to a café, sir." was her obvious reply. His smile never falter even after seeing her showing less and less interest at him. But the smile he had did twitch a little when she offered her attention to Theo instead.

He had almost forgotten he had brought his friend with him, even forgotten the mob of women still clawing at his arms if it wasn't for the sudden lost of attention from this intriguing ladykeep he met. He turned quickly to the crowd and offered the sincerest apology he could pull, saying he was only here to accompany a friend.

Arthur turned his body back to the ladykeep who was just about to go back at the storage room, to probably get Theo's order, but he reached out to grab her arm.

"Hey, I still want the coffee, do find a way, sweetheart." he winked at her as she pulled away from him and openly rolled her eyes before sighing and continuing her way to the storage room.

A moment later, he watched as she emerged from the previously mentioned room and was now holding a tray with two drinks. A glass of colorful mixture of alcohol and a white cup filled with steaming hot liquid. He chuckled earnestly while watching her walk near them, "Splendid job, luv! You really went your way to get me what I want." he exclaimed once she placed down the steaming hot drink in front of him.

She then offered a smile at him, something he noticed was too fake and honestly too sudden for his liking. But he didn't pay no mind it, trying to cover up his thoughts of ways to get her to agree to spend the night with him.

He lift up the drink to his lips, and as he took a sip he immediately spat out the fluid in disgust, "Bollocks! What the-?" he coughed out, and then heard two deafening voices of laughter.

He looked up at Theo, realizing just now that he was definitely the mastermind of this ungrateful act. "Theo, you- ....! You know I hate tea!" he frowned, wiping the remaining liquid on his lips and tried to pat down his soaking pants, stinking of pure, ungrateful tea.

"Serves you right." he heard Theo mumble before humming and Arthur swore he saw devil horns on his friend's head.

He then looked up to see ladykeep trying to hold in her laughter but was obviously failing, as a few giggles left her pink lips. He thought she was too adorable to not take out on a date- wait! No, he was suppose to take her to bed. not on a date. No.

"Here. Sorry 'bout that." he snapped back to reality when he saw a pink handkerchief in front of his face, being offered to him by ladykeep.

He then switched back to putting on a playful grin as he accepted the handkerchief and patting it gently over his pants, "Why, thank you for worrying about me, luv! But this is partly your fault, so a simple apology is not enough!" he leaned in forward close to her again.

"Now, I think you owe me yourself tonight." he winked at her again and he noticed that she didn't tremble this time, and much to his surprise, he saw a glint in her eyes that didn't suggest any irritation like earlier.

"Arthur, I don't just give myself to anyone temporarily." he took note of the way she held her chin up when she uttered those words, especially when she actually called him by his name - if that ain't the hottest thing he heard, he didn't know what else- and he also took note of how barely visible the smile she offered right then and there and he thought that taking her out on a date might be a good idea after all, and so he smiled.

"Well then tell me you'd give yourself to me, for a lifetime."

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Bonus!

"This little piece of- have you forgotten that you dragged me in here?!" Theo grumbled in annoyance, downing in his drink in one gulp as he refused to watch his friend and the lady barkeep making heart eyes at each other.

"Ugh, disgusting. Get a damn room!" He shouted at them both, feeling betrayed altogether.

"We will, thanks Theo!" He saw Arthur grinning at him while standing up and taking the barkeep with him outside.

"Dipshit. You owe me."

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End.