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jaylleoo14 · 7 months

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"Can I kiss you?"

Octavinelle x gn!reader

A/N: Simple. The sea trio has corrupted my mind and so here I am writing this at 1:03 AM and finishing this up two days later LOL. I actually took forever because I kept squealing and getting off track during the writing process. "I NEED TO DRAW THIS" I would say to myself haha. I wrote them without much consideration on how long each might be so one of them may be shorter compare to the others or it may be longer, but please do enjoy^^ (May or may not do the other dorms, unless...)

[Disclaimer] TOO MUCH FLUFF

[characters] Floyd, Azul, Jade

Azul

3:24 PM - The Mostro Lounge sits under blue and silver burnished lighting as the sound of music fills the air. Accompanied by voices and the clinks of dishes, there you sat in the more private area of what adds to Octavinelle - Azuls office.

Something you both have learned to get accustomed to was to just do work alongside each other without the need of having to talk. It was just work. Nothing more. Of course some small talk here and there, asking opinions or maybe asking for help- though it was usually you who asked for it and less of Azul- but regardless it was back off to work. It's quite simple really, Azul is a busy and hard working person so he'd naturally have a lot to manage with. You had to keep up with your studies and try to manage how to handle your money and savings accordingly, along with planning events into your calendar for upcoming school occasions.

You and Azul have been dating for about half a year now, and although not all the time, most of the time you spend your free time here doing your work accompanying Azul as he does his. You both simply enjoy each other's presence, the silence between you two which is filled with the scritches and scratches of his fish-bone felt tip pen and your pencil against the many pages of papers were not at all awkward. It showed a sense of comfortability and familiarity, a tranquil silence in the room. Though of course, like almost any couple you begin to crave some attention from your dearly beloved.

3:27 PM - Placing your pencil down, it now rolling off to the side a little due to the momentum, you lean back onto the back cushions of Azuls couch placed in the middle of his office. Working for about 15 minutes now you decided you needed a break, stretching your arms back as you release your breath through your nostrils.

"Going to take a break Angelfish?" Without even having to look up, the sound of you leaning into his leather cushion and your stretched out groan already tells him enough information that you're ready to just try and relax and rejuvenate yourself.

"Mmmh yea, I think 15 minutes of work is good enough for now. I'll go back to it once I rest up," is all you say in response as you lean your body over to lay on the couch. He only lets out a hum to let you acknowledge that he was listening. Now that you weren't focused on your own work, you can hear him writing with a rich shink-like noise and papers constantly flipped and turned every 30 seconds.

I wonder what he's working on, you think to yourself as you stare up at the dark blue arched ceiling. You prop yourself up with your elbows, pushing yourself up as you move your legs off the couch. Springing off, you head on over to where Azul was working around behind the desk and peered over towards him. "Whatcha working on?" Voice soft and curious, an undertone of boredom.

"Just some useful material intended to aid students," he says in a gentle manner, his eyes still glued onto the papers. "Oh yea? How much longer till you finish up with those study guides?" You lean over a bit closer as you stand next to him, his handwriting as intricate and beautifully cursive as ever; yet still eligible for those who have a harder time understanding.

He lets out a little inquisitive hum as if trying to accurately calculate when he'd be finished by. "About in an hour or so," he says finally after seconds worth of time. "I'd say make that an hour-thirty to two from now" you say with a little soft laugh escaping your lips.

3:30 - Standing next to Azul as he preps material, you slowly come to look at Azul himself instead of what Azul was working on. Being able to see the sight of his silver crowned locks of hair that curls into beautiful waves. Only after making your comment does he stop his hand and turn to look up at you from where he sat.

After finally not being able to properly see Azul's face the entire time you were working, seeing his face was a sort of refreshment to your heart and the soft smile on your face shows that. "And what prompts you to assume such a thing my dear?" He can only be met with a giggly response, his serious and quizzical face only prompting you to let out more chains of giggles.

"Tell me what you are suddenly finding so funny? I certainly am positive that I haven't done anything humorous." You tilt your head a little to the side, your grin getting slowly bigger as you clasped your hands behind your back. Azul can already pick up that you're trying to whip something up.

"You know Azul, when was the last time you kissed me?"

And there he goes, short circuiting as the sudden change of mood drifts him like the ocean currents. "I-Is this what you're on about?" He certainly has picked up by what you meant with your earlier comment now that you've voiced your question. "Oh dear, do you perhaps feel neglected since i've been working so much Angelfish?"

"Don't try to act smug. Answer my question, when was the last time you kissed me?" You immediately shoot down his question as you direct it back to yours and it sends his cheeks a pigmented red while he tries to keep his cool. He understands that you wont stop asking him this question and so he answers away.

"I recall it to be a few weeks back."

"And where did you kiss me?"

"I-I don't see how that- hah, on the cheek. Seriously (y/n) what is the relevancy in asking such- "

"Ah! Hold it! So you're telling me you've been giving me kisses and I've been giving you kisses but we've never actually kissed at the same time?"

3:33 - Here you are facing Azul as you look at his tinted red face, picking up where your suggestion leads. What awaits is permission to boldly take your relationship to the next level.

"Can I kiss you Azul? And not on the hands or on the cheek like we usually do." You give him a soft pleading look, your cheeks also decorated in a lovely shade of red as you wait for his response patiently. Clearing his throat and having the need to suddenly fix his not crooked glasses, he gives you a very shy yet still doing his best to be serious look. Before answering, he quickly resolves himself and a more confident smirk is plastered on his face. As he pushes himself up from his chair he closes in the distance and comes in close towards you, wrapping an arm around your back.

"Ask and you shall receive, a small kiss is worth the price of my time for you my Angelfish," he says it ever so calmly and confidently. Though the redness of his cheeks give away that he was otherwise and it makes your heart squeeze and beat crazy because of how cute he was being right now.

"You're being so cute right now you know that? You don't have to force yourself, you know." Your voice is gentle and smooth as if it were raw honey. Bringing a hand to tuck the longer piece of hair that made up his hairstyle, you give him the most adored stricken smile ever and he can only feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"No no, it's about time we started to get more intimate considering how long we've been together now. Thank you for going at my preferred pace, I'd like to give you an honorarium payment." You let out an amused chuckle and let him prepare himself, closing your eyes as you wait for him to go in at his own pace. Though you least expect it when he suddenly goes in very quickly. His lips are stiffly pressed against yours for a couple of seconds and it has you opening your eyes in surprise. You're met with a red faced Azul -which can be compared to a steamed and cooked octopus- looking flustered and a little awkward as he seemed to have a little dissatisfactory expression on his face. "That... Did not go as well as I had hoped it to be."

A jovial and convivial laughter fills up the room in your sound and it only makes Azul shrivel in embarrassment. You can practically see the steam coming from his head as well. "Well that was a little anticlimactic don't you think?" Wrapping your arms around his neck he can only let out an embarrassed groan at your little comment. "What do you expect from someone who's inexperienced with committing such an act? I'm positive however that with enough practice I can redeem myself and satisfy you." He tries to sound all the more reasoning, which only prompts you to laugh even more.

"You want to kiss more?" Saying through slips of giggles. You feel his hold on your back tighten a bit more, still applying gentle and reaffirming pressure as he presses you both together. "How else do you suggest I be better then?" You turn and motion your body over to the desk, leaning your lower back against it as Azul follows along. "Hmm, I'm absolutely positive that it'll take you two hours to finish those study guides now." You pull a little amused laugh out of him as he slowly goes in once again, tilting his head to the side and his eyes looking to align with yours. "Mmm perhaps. I guess we'll have to see just how long it'll take for me to get better then." And in he goes, the kiss feeling much more natural and a mark of showing a deeper significance in your ongoing relationship.

Jade

The nights on campus here were unusually less disturbed and a lot colder now, which makes sense considering that it is now winter break. The students here at Night Raven College had all gone home to reunite with their families after departing to pursue and complete their highschool education. However a certain group of individuals tend to stay during this time period, and that being the dorm leader of Octavinelle, the vice dorm leader, and the vice dorm leader's twin brother.

Like a lot of teenagers, its normal to come across at least 10 students at night since many are nocturnal people and they share the hobby of walking around. Especially when the sky is dark. You are one of those people. Someone who indulges themselves into the canvas of black paint littered with shining splatter of stars. Regardless of what the weather is like, you willingly go out of your way to enjoy the peacefulness of the night, watching it as it goes through the different seasons. Walking around in the winter's night air you can see your breath whenever you huff out, a shiver going through your shoulders. A little reminder that its the cold season now.

The chilly weather seems to be getting to you so you turn back from where you presently are and walk back to your good ol' home, Ramshackle dorm. As you make your way back from the main road you can make out a tall dark figure up ahead, prompting you to slow down and start to get wary. Upon getting closer and squinting your eyes a little, you can see teal hair shining a bit under the orange light which was radiating off a nearby light pole. Oh, it's Jade! You remember Jade mentioning that he liked to also go out late at night, though this is your first time ever encountering him on your usual walks. Perhaps he too is taking advantage of the quieter nights.

You and Jade have been a little on and off. You cant quite describe it, its complicated really. Sometimes you feel like you cant understand Jade because he's always making things open-ended, leaving them up to your interpretations. You like him, that much is obvious. But there are plenty of times where he's shown interest in you, and other times where it may not feel as so and it throws you off. Its frustrating not knowing how he feels about you, as if its some sort of game you two play. Regardless of his little plays though, you continue to enjoy yourself in the game.

A slight breeze hits your figure and it causes you to shiver, rubbing your arms to enforce friction in hopes of warming you up. You figured it may be best to leave Jade alone so he can enjoy himself in peace doing whatever he was doing. And off you go, turning on your heel and continuing your venture.

The sky is so pretty, you think to yourself. It has you arching your neck up and leaning your head back as you stare at the night sky, continuing your walk. You cant help but look at how pretty the stars are knitted together in a beautiful cluster, zoning out a bit as you continue forward.

Suddenly a hand is placed on your shoulder and it causes you to jolt up like a scared cat, making you break out of your trance. A yell is ushered out of you as you quickly turn around to see who this person could be, and you're only met facing Jade.

"Oh dear, I do apologize for my sudden notice. But your voice sounds lovely even when out of fear fufu"

Your heart is still pounding and your eyes are opened widely, staring at him with disbelief and shock. "J-Jade! What are you doing?! God you freaking scared me oh my gosh." Your little scared moment certainly has him entertained as he lets out another chuckle.

"You seem to be so infatuated with the sky that you failed to notice your surroundings. I was only doing my part in trying to help you realize that."

"What do you me-?" As you turn around your quickly met with a lamp pole right in front of your face and it causes you to flinch back a bit. "Oh." Turning around to face him again you feel yourself feeling a bit embarrassed that he caught you about to do something embarrassing. "Thanks Jade... What are you doing out so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just taking advantage of the quiet night and looking at the nature of the trees." He looks over you, a genuine smile on his face plastered as what you can assume to be looking at the area around us. "However I stayed aware of my surroundings despite having my own infatuations." His little snarky yet calm remark causes you to let out a groan, a pout slightly forming on your lips.

"I was also taking advantage of tonight as well thank you very much." Straightening your back, you cross your arms and give him a slight frown as if trying to regain back your little pride. Then quite suddenly a gust of wind howls a bit in your direction, causing you to shiver and quiver a bit. "Tonight is quite cold I must say." His slight remark makes you shiver even more as you are reminded of the cold.

"Yea, no kidding. I didn't prepare well enough so I'm going to head back." Your face is cold to the touch and your nose and cheeks can be seen slightly red under the pale moonlight. "Oh I see, perhaps I can accompany you then." He offers yet you turn him down in a polite manner. Your reasons? It's obvious you like Jade. You really like him, though because of all these mixed signals you can't help but feel like you need to stop. It already frustrates you enough and so you need to let these feelings die down even though sometimes you really do get a kick from the things he does.

"You seem to be quite cold indeed (y/n), if I can't accompany you back then please allow me to warm you up for your trip."

His words seem to catch you off guard and you look up at him quizzically. He doesn't seem to be wearing any sort of jacket, how can he offer you warmth? He chuckles a bit, amused to see your confused scrunched face. Gently bringing a hand to your cheeks your eyes can't seem to help but widen in shock a little from the sudden gentle advancement, your brain going blank.

"Can I kiss you, Prefect?" He says it ever so softly, his voice wrapping you up like a soft blanket. Did Jade really just ask to kiss you? What's going on, is this even real right now? Are you dreaming? Is this another one of his games? You feel your face starting to heat up and your heart is starting to race.

"W-Wait, what? Did I hear that right?" You say in disbelief, but he knows you heard it correctly because of your red face. His hands cupping your face causes you to freeze in the moment and all you can hear is the loud drums of your heart. Leaning down a bit more you can see his eyes perfectly now, his heterochromia jewel like eyes shimmering. "I must admit i'm a little hurt to see you trying to avoid me recently Prefect. I apologize for beating around the bush for so long, I hope you can take this kiss as a form of acceptance for my feelings and my apology."

This eel.... THIS EEL! He knows what he's doing, he knows! You're left stammering a bit before you could answer, the feeling of your head spinning. "I...accept your apology." And with that he goes down in one smooth motion, his lips in contact with yours with a perfect fit. Once he leans back, your eyes are met and he lets out a content hum. "I'm glad to see you're quite warmed up now. And if I must add, happier too." A big goofy smile is placed on your face as if you just won the lottery, your face all red and heated. "You know, I actually wouldn't mind if you were to accompany me back now. Who knows what might be out here."

You seem to be in a giddy mood, no longer holding back. Finally, you can understand Jade's true feelings for you now. It makes you overjoyed, a feeling of happiness now that you understand. And with a smile on his face he agrees, playing along with your little game of words. The feeling of warmth and fluffy happiness fills you up, and the cold cant compare with that as you make your way back with Jade, his little darling Pearl.

Floyd

"WHAT THE HELL FLOYD?!"

Crash!

Ah yes, just another regular day. You, Floyd, your phone in his hand, breathless, a cheeky and amused grin on his face, and just constantly trying to snag your phone back in the spacious long hallway. Call this a regular day occurrence considering how many times he's come to bother and mess with you now.

"Floyd, give me back my pho- STOP SCROLLING THROUGH MY CAMERA ROLL!" Running up and trying to snatch it away by jumping, only to fail because he's now outstretching his arms away and tip-toeing to refrain from you reclaiming back your item.

"Haaah? Your camera roll is so boring, just full of pictures of the sky. We see that everyday, you should take more pictures of other interesting things!" You really were running out of breath here and he seems to take great amusement with it since he's still here messing with you.

The sun shined brightly against the two of you, the open wall of the hall letting the air roam freely.

"Ahaha! What a funny picture of Crabby-chan! Oh, and you got one of little Mackerel too." Floyds not listening to your words, enjoying himself as he indulges in your camera roll. You let out a tired and heavy sigh, heaving a bit as you try to catch your breath. "F-Floyd, why are you doing this? Argh, I swear you've been bothering me so much lately." He only give you a little "hm?" in response as his smile now fades, turning to something more neutral and casual as he continues to indulge himself in your selective memories.

"Ya have soooo many pictures of other people lil' shrimpy. Ah! You even have a picture of Jade and Azul! No fairrrr!" Letting out a whine, you can see his prominent pout as he pinches his fingers on your screen to zoom in on you which was in between Azul and Jade. His eyes stick to the screen as he stares at the picture of your sweet smile looking as if you just finished some heavy and tiring labor just before.

"That was when we went camping during Vargas's stupid camping trip. Of course you weren't there!" You huffed out as you wipe a sweat off your neck, placing your free arm on your hip while you just watch him on your phone. At this point you just gave up and let him do what he wanted on there, of course as long as he's in the camera roll and nowhere else.

"But i'm here now aren't I? And you were even there when I went camping, jus excuses." His slightly upset voice makes you feel a bit guilty yourself, but you try to find a way to dispute his words anyways.

"Not true! If you keep scrolling more you'll see yourself in one of the pictures I took with Ace!" A huff escapes your mouth as you try to stay strong on your claim and he only lets out a disappointed groan. "I'm in the background Shrimpy, and you cant even see my face properly. Ya dont wanna have people mixin' me with my brother now dontcha?" His eyes look over towards you now as he drapes his arm down, just very offended with the lack of pictures you have available of him.

"It's not like i'm gonna show anyone Floyd. No one's gonna know its you except for me." You try to reassure him but he still isn't satisfied at all with your response. The sun shines in as its rays changes its direction and hits Floyd in the eyes, causing his already sour mood to worsen and he lets out an annoyed huff. The shadow of the pillars drapes over you like a veil and the sun hits him like a beam, so he then places his hand over his forehead to block the sun out while walking closer to you in venture for refuge. The light reflects into the phone causing a gleam hitting your own eyes and so you step back, squinting your eyes away. For a moment you actually forgot he had your phone if not for the reminder the gleam gave you.

"Floyd, could you please hand me back my phone now?" You say in a more gentle voice in consideration to his sour mood. His droopy eyes meet yours as a slight pout forms on his face which then looks over at your phone in his hand. Suddenly, his pouty face lifts up into a gleeful smile, his toothy lop-sided smirk giving you unease as if he's planning something not so great.

"Ya know, why not jus' take some pics right now? Say cheese~!" Suddenly, with his longer legs he quickly makes his way over next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling close.

"Wha-? Hey-!" Before you could even ready yourself though, he brings the phone above you two, angling the camera as he tilts his head against yours and maneuvers his thumb over the camera shutter button, pulling your bodies together.

Click! Click! Click!

"Hey stop taking so much! You're going to take up my storage!" Quickly swiping up your phone you press on the little square in the corner to open up the pictures. His arm continues to drape on your shoulder as he looks over at the pictures with a happy hum. Floyd looked as photogenic as ever when he wants to be, his silky skin reflecting in the pictures as his smile radiates and shine while his cheeks being a dusty pink. You on the other hand....Not so much. You were even blinking in one of them, most of the pictures of you looking off and funny.

"I wasn't ready Floyd." A stern look is scrunched on your face as you swipe and look at the pictures with a judgmental stare. A giggle can be heard right next to you as Floyd also looks over you in the pictures, a tinted pink running on his cheeks and a soft look in his eyes; his heart speeding up just slightly as he continues the close and intimate proximity.

"I think you look cute anyways." He says it ever so casually and in a gentle voice, causing you to look over at him. Upon turning your head to face him, its only then did you realize just how close he was. How intimate you two were being right now. His side profile looking perfect as ever, his olive colored eye locked on the screen staring only at you, his arm draped over your shoulders, your bodies practically meshing together right now as his pecks touch your back. You feel your cheeks starting to heat up, your heart begins to speed up as if you are starting a morning run the more you begin to get conscious. His eyes suddenly dart to look at you and you flinch back, jumping a little due to being startled; however his arm keeps you in place from moving any further.

"Seriously, you've been messing with me too much..." You grumbled out as you turn your face back to look at the now black screen. It shut off due to the lack of inactivity, and in the reflection you can see your furrowed brows and tightlipped frown. Though from the side Floyd can only give a bigger grin upon seeing your velvet cheeks.

"Cus' I like ya, aint it obvious?" The speed to which you flip your head can be compared to one of a bullet train and your jaw drops, mouth wide open and agape as you're left with no words. "HUH?!" Your whole face is now a full on red, your eyes filled with shock as if he just dropped the most jaw dropping information ever. Well, technically he did.

Tilting his head to the side a little, his face also grows a darker shade of red, though he lets out a giddy chain of giggles to your reaction. "Eh? You're quite bold Shrimpy, movin' kinda fast there huh?"

"W-What?" He can practically see question marks floating around your red beet face, his toothy smug face still apparent as he wraps another arm in front of you. He's basically giving you a side hug right now -a sweet and tender one.

"Hehe, nothin,'" smiling as if its something only he knows makes you a bit bothered and curious, but then he suddenly swings himself in front of you now. The sun hits the back of Floyd, making him radiate ever so brightly. "How bout' we start off a bit slower hmm? Whats it to ya Shrimpy, do ya like me back?" His soft and droopy slanted eyes adoringly stare into yours and you cant help but feel your heart turn into a big wet sopping pillow. Adverting your eyes down, you can only give a little nod. "Well i mean, I don't hate you. So yea, I.... I do in fact, Like you too."

Honestly, Floyds been nothing but smiles now and its as if he found the most pretty set of flowers ever on a grassy field. "Is that so? Ya really like me huh?"

My hearts beating so fast right now.

"Yea, I really like you."

"Shall I give you a kiss then Shrimpy?"

Tilting your head back up at him you can only give him a shy and flustered face. But with the silly state you're in right now, you let out a slip of a tongue response.

"C-Can I kiss you?" Totally unexpected to Floyd, his eyes widen for only a moment till he's flinging his head back with laughter and squeezing you into his chest.

"Hahaha! Will you kiss me?" Calming himself down a bit he looks back at you with you in his arms now, the suns rays slowly shifting over.

"Will I kiss you?" saying almost in a smug manner now, feeling yourself succumbing into his giggly state of self as you yourself now start to get giddy with your red cheeks.

"You will" He says it with a reciprocal teasing tone as he leans forward, the comfort in his lean arms making you feel as if you've been lovers forever.

"I will?"

"I will" And with that he softly goes in to press a kiss on your lips, the sun shining and hitting the both of you and its as if you two were getting the spotlight of a movie.

Click!

Huh? As you turn to slowly pull back from the kiss, slowly opening your closed eyes you see Floyds phone out. His arm is outstretched and propped in the middle of you two from the side to capture the kiss perfectly and you can only let out a gasp.

"A picture for me hehe~"

"FLOYD-"

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fvllingflower · 1 year

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5 STAR

pairing: idol!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut with some fluff

word count: 1976

warnings: petnames (baby, honey), cursing, hickeys, boob play, soft sex? praise (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls actually be protected tho), softdom!wonwoo, aftercare

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As a little side hobby for whenever you got bored, you’d write lyrics to made up songs. You keep them in a journal that you keep hidden from your boyfriend Wonwoo. You love him dearly but you knew if he found the journal he would constantly ask what you wrote in it. Majority of the songs you write have to do with Wonwoo, you just think it eases you to write about him. Music was one way you two connected so whenever one of you are listening to songs that remind you of one another you send the song to each other. You remember one time you had your music on shuffle and ‘Ready To Love’ started to play in your ears so you sent the song to Wonwoo, he seemed to think it was cute.

Your anniversary day arrived and you got to come home early. You sat in the living room, curled up on the couch, writing another song for your beloved. You finished the chorus of your song, you titled ‘5 STAR’ and you fell asleep with the journal wide open. Wonwoo knew you’d be home, since you texted him saying you get to go home early. Although when coming home he didn’t expect to see his girlfriend asleep on the couch. He found the sight cute, he smiled softly at you. He sat down the flowers he got you on the counter and walked over to you and he grabbed the journal to put it down but some words caught his eye and couldn’t help to read it. He knew deep down you’d be pissed if you found out he read it but he just couldn’t help it. He felt like his heart could explode with love as he read the words. God how he loved you so much. He kissed your forehead and sat the journal on the coffee table.

He walked in the kitchen and fixed up the daisies. He sat the vase of flowers on the coffee table so that you’ll see them when you wake up. He went to the kitchen and started to cook dinner for the two of you. Midway into him cooking you woke up to the smell of kimchi. Wonwoo heard some muffled groans and looked over at the couch to see you sitting up.

“Hi baby, how was your nap?” He asked. You stood up and walked towards him.

“Well needed,” You murmured. He hugged your waist and kissed your forehead.

“At least you got some rest,” He smiled at your sleepy face. Oh how he adores you.

“What you cooking?” You looked up at him.

“Anniversary dinner for my baby,” He let you go and went back to cooking. You walked back into the living room and picked up your journal and put it back into your purse.

“You know honey I didn’t know you write, so I was shocked to see you have a journal,” He called out. You looked at him and walked into the kitchen where he was.

“Yeah, I do it whenever I’m stressed,” You admitted.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you write about?” He knew the answer but wanted to hear it from you. You smiled at him and hugged his thin waist.

“Mainly about my lovely boyfriend,” You looked at him to see his cheeks turn red.

After some time he finished cooking and served it to you and then to himself. He sat right next to you. You took a bite and looked at him. You felt like teasing him.

“What? Do you not like it?” He asked worriedly.

“Nothing it’s just..” You said monotone. You took another bite.

“You should cook more often,” You smiled. He sighed like he was holding his breath.

“You scared me,” He pouted. You kissed his lips.

“Baby I believe you’re good at everything,” You kissed him once more. You guys continued eating. Once you guys finished, he took the bowls and started cleaning them. You looked at him as he cleaned up and just thought about how lucky you are. He noticed you staring.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled.

“It’s been four years since our first date, and our first kiss,” You stated.

“Yeah? And I have enjoyed every single kiss since that day, and loved every single smile," He held your hands and kissed you softly.

"I love you so much," You smiled.

"I love you too," His hands went from your hands to your waist. You kissed him again.

“Let me finish cleaning up and then I’m all yours,” He smiled and kissed your forehead. He let you go and went back to the dishes.

You walked into the living room and picked up the vase of flowers and smiled. You carried them into your shared bedroom and sat them on your nightstand. You walked back into the kitchen and hugged his waist.

"Thank you for the flowers," You smiled. He put the last dish up and turned around to look at you. Your arms moving to clasp around his neck.

"They're beautiful," You added.

"Not as beautiful as you," He moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"If I'm not wrong, I think you might be in love with me," You teased.

"Madly in love," He leaned in and kissed you softly. His hands went to your hips and fell slowly to your ass. You two started making out in the middle of the kitchen. You pulled away and smiled at him.

"Baby please don't tease me," He plead. You grabbed his hand and lead him into the bedroom.

"I'm not that cruel honey," You shut the door and pulled your shirt off. You walked over to him and tugged at his shirt. He got the hint and threw his shirt off. You two then took off your pants, leaving you just in your underwear. He placed his glasses on his nightstand before he sat down on the bed and you climb on to his lap.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered against your lips before pressing them together. You two started making out again this time your kisses falling down his neck and to his shoulders. You started sucking and nipping on the skin on his collarbone. Oh how you were tempted to leave marks on his neck but if you did the makeup artist would curse you. But you couldn't help yourself and you started nipping at his neck, making sure the guys know that he's yours. As you continued to mark his body, you felt his hands slide up your back and unhook your bra.

"Oh what will the guys think," He groaned. He finally picked you up and quickly changed your positions.

"They'll be jealous that you have someone to do this to," You smirked. He started kissing down your neck. He started biting the skin of the crook of your neck, he'd go from biting to kissing and back to biting. His kisses found your boobs. He started kissing the creases of your boobs and then he started sucking on your nipple and his other hand pitching your other nipple giving extreme pleasure.

"Oh Wonwoo!" You moaned. He raised his head and looked at you.

"I need you," You begged. He kissed your cheek and smiled.

"Anything for you," He whispered. You lifted you hips as he stripped your underwear off. He moved down and started kissing up your legs. Inching closer to where you need him the most. He then finally placed a kiss on your clit. He stood up and took his underwear off. He collected some of your wetness and spread it across him. He lined himself up and slowly slid into you. He placed kisses across your face as you adjusted to him. You patted his back as a signal for him to move. He slowly started thrusting. Oh you loved how full you felt with him inside of you. He thrusts quickly starting to get faster.

"F-fuck Won," You moan loudly. The pleasure was overwhelming.

"You're so perfect," He groaned. As he continued thrusting you slowly felt the knot tighten and soon release everywhere. Wonwoo continued thrusting until he came inside you. He stayed above you, letting you calm down before he pulled out.

Once he pulled out, he walked into the bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. He softly pulled your legs apart so he could clean you up.

"Honey I'm gonna clean you up," He whispered and you nodded. You flinched at the sudden contact to the cloth. Once he finished cleaning you up, he threw the cloth into the dirty towel bucket. He climbed back into bed with you and cuddled you.

"You okay honey?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah," You moved to look at him.

"I'm sorry this wasn't the best way to celebrate 4 years of us," He mumbled and you shook your head.

"Don't apologize baby, today was perfect," You smiled and kissed his cheek. He then kissed your lips softly.

"I love you," He whispered.

"I love you too," You smiled.

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You woke up the next morning by yourself. You assumed Wonwoo just had work today. You got up and threw on one of his hoodies and some underwear. You walked into the kitchen and saw Wonwoo, shirtless, and drinking his morning coffee. He turned around and smiled at you.

"Morning sleepy head," He sat his coffee down as he got towards you to give you a kiss on the lips.

"Why are you shirtless?" You asked.

"I'm washing clothes," He replied.

"Mhm, just so we know I'm not complaining," You smiled softly and he chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

"Baby I know you well enough, I'd know if you're complaining," He smiled. You noticed the hickeys you left on him and couldn't help but touch them.

"You like them? My beautiful baby gave them to me," He joked.

"Sorry I marked your neck.." You looked down and Wonwoo cupped your face.

"Don't be sorry, I like them," He smiled widely. His words making you blush.

"Do you have practice today?" You asked and he nodded.

"You can't stay home?" You pouted.

"No, I wish I could," He kissed your forehead. He walked away and into the laundry room to put his clothes into the dryer. He came back and sat on the couch, you followed and sat next to him. He picked you up and sat you on his lap. He looked like he remembered something but shrugged it off.

"Did you remember something?" You asked and he smiled.

"You know me so well," He kissed your cheek. He pulled you off of him and onto the couch as he stood up and went into the bedroom for something. He came back out with a tiny black box.

"I remembered I got you a little something for our anniversary," He smiled as he sat next to you. He handed you the box and you opened it. You saw a gold ring with a ruby heart in the middle. You looked at him in shock.

"It's a promise ring honey," He smiled, knowing you thought he was proposing.

"Wonwoo it's beautiful," You smiled widely, you sat the box aside and hugged Wonwoo tightly. He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your left ring finger.

"I promise to love you endlessly, no matter what hardships we face, and that I'll be with you forever," He smiled.

"I fucking love you Jeon Wonwoo," You cupped his face and kissed him passionately.

"I fucking love you too Y/N," He smiled. He went back to kissing you, this time pulling you back onto his lap. You two continued attacking each other's lips. Easy to say he ran a little late to practice.

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen scenarios #jeon wonwoo smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo thots

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ofstoriesandstardust · 3 months

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go gentle into that good night (j.h.s.)

a/n: as always, this is for my dearly beloved @cottagecori for letting me ramble and explain and talk through ever angsty idea i have ever had.

summary: The tale of two parties

second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)

warnings: rumored cheating, existential crisis, miscommunication, angst, swearing, alcohol mentions

word count: 1.4k

You always forget how much cooler it is out here by the ocean.

It’ll still be a few more months before anyone outside of seasoned surfers will brave the darkened water crashing onto the shore a ways out, but for now it’s calm and quiet as the cooler temperatures keep tourists away.

It's something your friends have taken advantage of as you sit around the firepit, hot dogs roasting and music and laughter echoing all around you. The salt in the air is strong and you lean closer into Jake as a strong breeze runs through.

The shiver that runs down your spine has nothing to do with the bite of the wind.

They’re all talking about their next steps, what comes after graduation, and your stomach turns at the thought of confessing that you don’t actually know.

The conversation you’d had with Pete earlier in the day while you’d waited for Bradley to dig through his parent’s garage for beach chairs plays on a loop, drowning out the words of your friends.

“It’s okay not to know what you’re doing!” Pete says with a laugh.

You worry at your bottom lip before sighing. “I just… everyone I know has these cool job offers or grad school acceptances they’re flaunting on social media, and I feel like I’m… falling behind.” You admit quietly. “Is this all I’m ever gonna be?”

Pete’s face falls at that. “Listen to me. You are incredibly intelligent. You have a very bright future ahead of you, even if that might be hard to see that right now. There are so many people in your life who are supporting you and rooting for you. You’ll figure it out, even if it takes you a little bit longer than others.” Pete pauses. “What are Jake’s plans?”

You shrug. “I think he’s expecting me to come with him wherever he goes.”

Pete pulls a face, full of emotion you aren’t sure you understand. “What?”

He hesitates. “It’s probably not my place, you both are my students-”

“What?” You insist.

“I just don’t want to see you confine your future for somebody else. I meant it when I said when you were one of the smartest students I have ever taught. You have the whole world at your feet. And I just… don’t want to watch you give that all up for somebody who might not be with you in five years time.”

A call of your name startles you back into the present and you blink, realizing Bob is asking if you have any plans for after graduation. You groan, covering your face. “Please don’t ask me that.”

Jake nudges you. “Don’t you want to go to grad school?”

“Yes, but I also want to take some time off. I guess, I don’t know. Can we please stop asking me about this and talk about something else?”

Javy lets out a little chuckle. “Hey, worst comes to worst, you can always be a wag.”

You blink. “A what?”

“A wag! It’s like a slang term for wives and girlfriends of football players.”

“So like... a trophy wife?”

“Kind of-”

“Machado, you say this like she’d want to be stuck with Seresin for that long.”

Jake’s eyes narrow at Bradley. “Bradshaw-”

“Okay, I’m tired of this, we’re moving on.” Natasha cuts the boy off with a roll of her eyes. “Who wants another drink?”

Natasha begins to pass out more cans from the cooler as you tuck yourself further into Jake. Another shiver goes down your spine as you wrap your arms around you.

“Are you cold?” Jake asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Do you want to go?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Jake nods, eyes searching yours before pulling his arm tighter around you as he rejoins the conversation.

And I just… don’t want to watch you give that all up for somebody who might not be with you in five years time.

The knock at your door is quickly followed by a call from Jake.

His beaming face in his contact photo appears as you hear him knock again. You answer the call with a click, smiling lazily as you turn down the volume of M*A*S*H* on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Let me in.” Jake’s words are almost a borderline whine.

You hum, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, I’m doing research.”

He huffs. “You’re just watching M*A*S*H* again, aren’t you?”

“Hey, it’s relevant to my topic.”

He huffs again. “Please.”

You roll your eyes and hang up the call before slipping your blanket and laptop off of you and onto the couch. You pad over the front door of your apartment, pulling it open to see Jake.

His smile blooms at the sight of you as he stumbles forward to give you a hug. You stumble a few feet back with all his weight pressed against you. “Jesus, you’re a clingy drunk.” You mutter, wrapping your arms around him as you try to find your balance. “You’re supposed to be at Bradley’s party.”

With the conclusion of the baseball season (and his parents out of town), Bradley had thrown a party at his parents. You’d opted out of the evening to stay home and do homework, which had ultimately ended up with your scrolling through social media and doing very little work.

Jake hums into your shoulder and you can feel the outline of his smile. “But I wanted to see my girl.”

“You could’ve seen me tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow me will be hungover.”

“And drunk you thought it would be a good idea to come all the way over here?”

“Of course I did. I love you.”

The words Jake uses makes your breath catch in your throat.

Not that he loves seeing you or that he loves spending time with you, but that he loves you.

“Jake, I-” You swallow, unsure of what to say to him in response.

You’re sure that your feelings for Jake had evolved to love, but you weren’t sure if he reciprocated them and certainly had not expected for him to say them first.

And you certainly hadn’t expected it to be while he was drunk, whiskey scent strong on him.

Jake, however, does not seem to sense the gravity of his words as he pushes himself off of you and wanders into your apartment. You shut the door behind him, still feeling a bit dumbfounded.

“Hey, do you have any- Found it!” you follow him into your kitchen, where Jake is triumphantly holding a jar of Nutella.

“Jake, you don’t even like Nutella.” The blond frowns at the jar, as if he’s trying to remember if that’s true. “Why don’t you just come sit on the couch with me?”

Jake abandons the jar without a second though, plopping himself down on the furniture. You let out a sigh, feeling all kinds of off-kilter before moving your laptop to the coffee table before slipping back underneath the blanket and holding it up for Jake.

It takes some shifting and adjusting but he ultimately ends up sprawled out on your couch, head resting against your thigh.

“This is a good episode.” He murmurs and you glance back up at the TV. After watching for a few minutes, you realize it’s the episode where Hawkeye and Trapper are replacing Henry’s desk.

You let out a chuckle. “It is.”

Jake hums against your skin. “I love you.” He whispers on a breath out, so quiet you’re sure you aren't meant to catch the words.

It makes your heart stop again as you wonder if you’re meant to say them back.

Not like this. Not when he won’t remember come tomorrow.

The volume of the TV is soft, the laugh track quiet as Jake’s breathing slows. He’s fallen asleep against your thigh, you realize, as your fingers gently card through his hair.

Your phone buzzes from underneath your leg and you’re careful to not disturb Jake as you adjust to pull it out. You smile softly as his features soften as you begin to scratch his scalp.

That smile fades as you squint at the text preview on the screen in front of you.

hey, i’m really sorry to be the one to tell you this but i think it’s better if i tell you before you hear about it from someone else

You frown, feeling your fingers slow in Jake’s hair as you quickly unlock the device, opening it to your text thread with Bradley.

The bubble pops up a few times as the TV goes to commercial before you mute it entirely.

When you look back at your phone, your stomach drops at what awaits you.

there’s a rumor going around jake hooked up with another girl at the party tonight

and i think it might be true

i’m really sorry

#second star to the right (and straight on 'til morning)#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fic #jake hangman seresin x reader #top gun: maverick fic #top gun: maverick

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alexsoenomel · 8 months

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The Apparition (Dean Winchester x Reader angst-ish/fluff-ish/smut-ish)

Summary: Dean can't sleep, until you show up.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: just...sad. Dean is sad+ light smut.

Word count: 1.5k

Note: I was sad and listening to Sleep Token. Fic inspired by one of their songs The Apparition (my personal favorite) . Enjoy!

Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)

He tossed and turned for hours before he eventually fell asleep. Every night was the same; an endless cycle of sorrow and sleepless hours. He would be exhausted the next day, barely keeping it together, even after his daily dose of black coffee, and yet he did absolutely nothing to change anything. Insomnia became his friend and he was more than happy to accept it. His brother tried to talk to him but he didn’t want to hear the sound of your name – hearing it would mean he had to face the truth and he wasn’t ready to open that box yet.

Not until you came back. Not until he finally saw you again and your name left his lips. He was drinking beer in his favorite pub, when he saw you, beautiful as always and with a smile so otherworldly he couldn’t help but smile back. Like a drug, you went straight into his system and he wanted nothing more but to get another hit, and another and another…

“Why did you leave?” Dean asked you after you ordered the same beer he was drinking.

You smiled softly. “I never left Dean.”

“You were never a good liar, you know.”

You were sitting in comfortable silence, drinking cheap beer, Dean swallowing every drop violently, trying to numb the pain that started creeping in all of the sudden. Your taste buds on the other hand were dull, so beer had a peculiar taste of nothing. Almost like water. Bar music was playing in the background, but you were too fixed on his gaze to distinguish what song was playing.

“I told you, I’ll be back.” You finally confessed.

Dean’s eyes softened, his jaw was tense and hurting. He ignored the pain, looking you in the eyes. He missed those eyes, but something about them was different this time – they seemed tired and the spark you once had was completely gone.

“Will you stay this time?” His voice was weak. He swallowed nervously when he realized how pathetic his words were.

“Take me home.” You simply said.

Dean still wanted to know the answer, but was also pleased with what his ears heard. Like an addict he was, he immediately took your hand and went straight to his car. You were wearing your favorite pair of jeans and his old AC/DC shirt – the one you told him you would give back, eventually. That day never came.

“Nice shirt.” He commented.

“Thanks. I got it from an idiot.” You smiled and went into the car. Dean looked down with a smirk before opening the door of his beloved Baby. He missed you dearly.

The drive was silent. No music and no words exchanged. Just his hand tightly holding yours. He missed feeling your skin under his fingertips. Your skin was cold but still familiar. Your touch was familiar.

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” He quickly glanced at you before looking back at the dark foggy road.

“No.” You answered.

The drive seemed oddly longer than before or Dean was just impatient. It was the most important drive of his life. He was finally ready to feel whole again. He was ready to let go and just let you take the wheel. He was growing tired.

The night was darker today, no stars in sight and everything around you just blended into black nothingness.

***

The bunker was cold as always. A familiar smell of old books and booze filled your nostrils as you stepped inside. Your home still felt like home.

The lights were off so you assumed Sam was already asleep, but didn’t ask. Dean took you to his room – his hands felt a little bit sweaty. He was nervous.

He closed his door before facing you again. Without a word, in complete darkness he cupped your face and kissed you, finally reminding his kiss starved lips of the touch that once was. They were cold, but too sweet to pull away. You kissed him back, your lips perfectly melting into his as your body started to react. The vibrations of your heart beat spread all over your body, legs slowly giving up before Dean picked you up when you wrapped your hands around his neck. Sometimes you’d wonder if he could read your mind; always knowing what you needed, what you thought, or if you were just two lost souls that already knew each other in every realm of the universe.

Clothes started slowly falling down from your bodies, desperation taking both of your touched starved bodies. You were hungry and each kiss, touch and bite satisfied that hunger, but it didn’t subside. It was only growing stronger.

He was on top of you, whispering how much he missed you, asking you if you were still his, secretly terrified of the answer.

“Forever yours, Dean!” You would tell him every time. Kisses were sweet and loving, his fingers tracing every inch of your body, mapping it, even though he already knew every nook and cranny. Every mole on your body was a little star he desperately wanted to reach, every scar was a reminder of your strength and resilience and he couldn’t get enough of it.

The kisses became impatient, deep, while his hand went between your thighs, before feeling your wetness through your underwear. A sigh escaped your lips as he was exploring your sex with his index finger.

“Fuck!” He whispered, placing a kiss on your neck.

You cupped his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look at you. Even in darkness he was as beautiful as day. Every curve of his face perfectly fit in the palms of your hands. He was made for you. He was made to love you, just as much you were made to love him.

“I love you!” You whispered. He wanted to say it back, but you swallowed his words with a kiss before he could tell you.

He took off your underwear as well as his boxers before finally entering you. Soft moans filled the room as he filled you up.

“Move, please!” You said, kissing his shoulder.

His pace was slow at first, he was worshiping every part of you, wanting nothing more, but for you to feel comfortable and loved. You were his home, his sanctuary and he was like a guard dog – loyal and there to protect you.

Your fingers dug into his shoulder blades when the pleasure started taking you over and his pace became more intense. Messy kisses were placed all over each other’s bodies, praises from his perfectly pink lips escaped; how good you were, how beautiful and perfect you were to him…

“I love you so much, Dean!” You said.

“I love you too, sweetheart!” He said it back.

But it was too late.

You were gone.

His phone was playing the same obnoxious melody he heard a million times when it was time to wake up. He was covered in sweat, panting and his blanket was on the floor. He groaned and snoozed the alarm. Your side of the bed was empty as he instinctively went to hug you, but only felt the cold sheets next to him. He closed his eyes again and saw you in that oversized AC/DC shirt and underwear with bed hair, calling him – wishing him good morning but only in the past. The future didn’t exist with you anymore. All the what if’s died.

He couldn’t sleep anymore, remembering your absence made his heart physically hurt. He sat up, morning erection already gone and rubbed his temples. The whiskey from last night helped him cope but didn’t make the pain go away; instead it just added more to it. His mouth was dry, but he was too lazy to stand up and get himself a glass of water.

“Fucking hell!” He mumbled.

Sam knocked two times before opening the door.

“Hey!”

“Hey!” Dean said.

The sight of his older brother broke Sam a little. Seeing him getting consumed by grief and losing control over himself made him feel powerless. Dean wasn’t someone who would ask for help, not even his brother sometimes. Sam knew he had to let him ride this one out by himself.

“How’re you holding up?” Sam asked, already knowing the answer.

“Peachy.” Dean said, looking at him with an empty stare.

“We will get her back, you know!” Sam told him. First time he actually dared to say those forbidden words. Dean hated false hope and Sam knew that, but he also knew his big brother and his abilities. They both cheated death multiple times so believing in the impossible was nothing strange – their job was the impossible.

Sam looked down, feeling nervous about his brother’s response. The last thing he wanted was to give Dean false hope and make him mad, but this wasn’t false hope. For him this was a fact.

Dean just looked at him and without a word went to the bathroom.

And with that, another day of trying to find a way to bring you back from hell had begun.

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am-i-interrupting · 2 months

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I'm curious what Vox's first impressions were of the Alastor's daughter, like as a kid, I mean he briefly mentions it but I kinda wanna read his reaction about learning the radio host he grew up listening to has a daughter (and if he learned before the serial killer thing was announced, did imagine scenarios of meeting the radio man and his daughter like little kids do with their imagination or teens with their daydreams).

Another inquiry is what his impressions were when he read the reader's book (obviously he read it) and if he could sense there was more to it than the words written down

OATSH Master List

To answer your second question succinctly, yes. Not to the extent that he would suspect them of anything but he would have definitely picked up on some very subtle hints of defensiveness when it came to Alastor’s killings. I think he’d probably read it as them feeling like they need justification for still caring about him despite what he did but in reality, it’s less about their own justification and more so like a “he’s not a monster. He was helping people, why can you see that?” you know?

To answer your first question, thank you for giving me a reason to write this:

A Voice on the Radio | Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader

It was a surprise when the radio switched from producing the sound of blues to voices. For the past week, nothing but blues music came from the station. A very stark change from the upbeat jazz that normally played. There had also been no speaking. Not a single soul had spoken for the last nine days.

A throat cleared. “Is this on?”

“The light,” another, much younger sounding voice said.

The fifteen year old paused eating breakfast and looked at his mother who was staring at the radio with furrowed brows. Neither voice was familiar.

“Ah, yes, right,” the first voice said with a laugh. “Good morning all, we would like to apologize for the radio silence on our part this past week. Some unexpected tragedies came our way and with them uncovered some gruesome truths.

“The dearly beloved host, Alastor, has passed. He was killed by a misfire of a hunter. A truly tragic event but with it came to light the horrific acts of the late Alastor. As you likely know if you’re a long time listener, for the past decade or so, there have been many murders that have befallen this otherwise serene part of Louisiana and it’s been confirmed to be the acts of our previous show host.

“Today, I have here with me the one person who knew him better than anyone else and can hopefully shine some light upon the situation and perhaps give some peace to the families of the victims. Alastor’s daughter—“

He looked towards the radio now. His breakfast was forgotten now. His fork barely dangled in his hand.

Not only was his mother’s (and by extension his own) favorite radio show host dead but also a murderer and he had a daughter? So much information in less than three minutes. His brain was struggling to keep up.

Even his father set down his paper to listen in.

“Why don’t you say hello to the people?”

“I’m not dignifying you with a proper greeting until you dignify me with a proper introduction. You’re doing a terrible job, Gregory,” the younger voice said.

He smiled curiously at the radio.

“I— um, I’m sorry?” the man, Gregory, said. There was only silence in reply. An awkward chuckle, “Well, my apologies then. Let me introduce the daughter of our show host—“ Gregory said your name and silently he tested it on his tongue— “Do you have anything to say to the people before we begin?”

“Yes, I would like to sincerely apologize for Gregory’s lack of bravado and charisma. I did do my best to convince them that Raymond would be better but alas,” you said.

That’s when he got it. You did sound like a younger, more feminine version of your father. Down to the tilts of the accent.

There was a longer pause and then, barely picked up and barely able to decipher, “You have your father’s creepy smile.” Louder, intended to be heard, “Why don’t we get into the questions then?”

“Yes, let’s. The less time spent listening to you, the better for everyone, hm?”

“You little— So—“ the sounds of hands clapping together— “the reports I have here suggest that you knew about the murders. Was there a reason you didn’t say anything?”

“I’ve been raised by a serial killer, Gregory. Please, take a guess,” you replied.

He couldn’t help but snort as reached for his glass. His mother shot him a look. He bowed his head down as he took a sip.

“Right, well,” Gregory cleared his throat, “did you happen to know his motivations?”

“He’s a very righteous man,” you said. “You’ve seen him when people are being disrespectful. He’s not just some ravaging animal. He’s very selective.”

“Was,” Gregory corrected. “He was very selective, you mean.”

“Was,” you repeated and he could hear you seething even through the crackle of the radio.

“Oh, heavens! Get your stuff or we’re going to be late,” his mother said.

He didn’t want to go though. He wanted to stay and listen to you on the radio. He was having fun listening to your snark.

It truly surprised him, impressed him how you were able to have such moxie so soon after tragedy. He couldn’t imagine being so quick witted so quickly.

His mother called his name and he snapped back to reality. As he headed out the door, he heard you snap back at Gregory one more time, “And would you call yourself a saint? Don’t think no one’s noticed the looks you’ve shared with Ms. Brown, as a married man, no less!”

He compressed a laugh to his chest as he followed his mother.

The next day he saw a paper with a headline related to a serial killer in Louisiana. He paid for the paper and read another interview with you.

He couldn’t help but wonder what you looked like. What would such a snarky, confident girl look like? He wanted to know. He wanted to meet you. Even in tragedy, you seemed like good company to have.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #one author two show hosts #OATSH tidbits

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 11 months

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Hello Beloved 💙💙

1 and/or 28 for the soft prompts if it sparks joy ✨️

The soft, sultry croon of Dizzy Gillespie’s trumpet filters through the kitchen, its gentle and heartrending notes caressing the floor and cabinets and every inch of Buck’s skin.

Buck hums along as best he can, letting the vibrations settle in his bones and sweep him away, the combination of sounds turning into a collection of sparkling orange and deep maroon and rose gold inside his chest, painting his flesh with the same feeling and colors of the setting sun, whose final touches spill through the window above the sink.

He never feels more settled or peaceful than when he is here in Eddie’s kitchen, preparing food for his boys and listening to the jazz playlist he reserves solely for cooking.

Buck isn't sure why, but the syncopated rhythms, husky timbres, sharp pitch changes, and the raspy voices of jazz artists like Dizzy Gillespie, Ella Fitzgerald, and Miles Davis, always heighten the cooking experience for him. The sounds of it rattle pleasantly through the room and his veins, grounding him and allowing him to focus solely on the task at hand.

He joins in with Gillespie’s crooning, softly singing, “Swing love, sweet cadillac, comin’ for to carry me home,” repeatedly under his breath as he brings the edge of the knife down swiftly, slicing through pieces of carrot, potatoe, bell peppers, and squash in a steady, soothing rhythm.

The music carries him through each movement, weaving into his muscles like vibrating threads that tug him from place to place, his hips swaying with the beat and feet gliding across the floor as he deposits the chopped vegetables into the chicken stock simmering on the stove.

A soft laugh breaks through the music, skittering through the air, reaching out for Buck like the winding tendrils of a plant’s roots or the final rays of sunshine that kiss the horizon. It’s a sound Buck cherishes, the dips and valleys of it tattooed on his heart, held dearly in the very center of him. A sound that at times was hard won, only breaking past gritted, bloody teeth when Buck reached inside and yanked it out, but now it falls easily from lips curved in the shape of love and fondness, spilling out freely and genuinely like pure, clear water from a spring.

Buck turns around, guided by the sound of that laugh and the thread that connects him to the person it comes from.

Eddie is leaning against the frame of the entryway, arms and legs crossed, his body angled in a slant that has no right being as hypnotizing as it is. The lines of him are long and lean and strong, his legs lengthened by his position and the breadth of his shoulders wide, pulling at the seams of his white t-shirt in a way that makes Buck’s mouth go dry. He’s had his hands and teeth and lips and tongue all over every inch of those legs and shoulders, but it’s never enough.

He’ll never get enough of Eddie for as long as he lives.

Eddie looks like he’s been there for a while, comfortably settled against the wooden frame, his eyes dark and hooded, a lazy smile stretched across his face.

Buck huffs and leans back against the counter, eyes narrowing at Eddie’s form. “How long have you been standing there?”

Eddie hums and shrugs, tilting his head to the side and resting it against the frame. The corner of his lips twitch and his bottom lip pokes out a little bit, tell-tale signs that he is fighting off a smirk. “Long enough.”

“Well, you could have come in and helped me,” Buck grumbles.

That laugh flows out of Eddie again, light and breathless, not weighed down by anger or hurt. He pushes himself off of the entryway’s frame and strides over to Buck. “Sorry, babe,” he says, not sounding very sorry at all, “I just love watching you like this.”

Buck levels Eddie with an unimpressed look as he slots himself along Buck’s side, hand landing hot and heavy on Buck’s hip, thumb automatically dipping beneath the edge of Buck’s hoodie to stroke over his skin. A shiver runs through him, tiny trembles sparking in his cells beneath Eddie’s touch and spreading along his entire nervous system.

Eddie grins, wild and pleased.

Buck nudges him in the chest with his elbow. “What exactly do you love watching? Me slaving away in your kitchen? Doing my very best to provide you and your son with a hearty meal after a long day? You got a housewife kink I need to know about, Eddie?”

A sharp pinch to his hip makes Buck jump and yelp.

Brown eyes shine with mirth, a glittering darkness that is more dazzling than the night sky, as Eddie laughs bright and loud. Buck smiles because Eddie’s joy is the sweetest thing he knows, but he still slaps at Eddie’s chest in admonition. Eddie catches his hand and holds it against his chest, flesh and bone fluttering beneath their hands as his laugh dies down.

“You’re such a little shit,” Eddie says, his nose scrunching the way it does when he’s equal parts amused and exasperated. “Though, the thought of you in a little dress and dainty apron is rather compelling.”

“Mmm, yeah?” Buck steps in a little closer to Eddie wraps his arms around his shoulders, linking his hands together behind Eddie’s neck. “I’d look good in any dress, but definitely in a little one.”

Eddie’s hand slips from Buck’s hip to the small of his back, settling into the slight groove there with an intimate familiarity, his fingers curling into the fabric of Buck’s hoodie. Buck’s soul sighs in relief and sings with the first sparks of pleasure as Eddie presses against Buck’s back, exerting just enough force to pull Buck into Eddie until there’s only a few inches separating them.

“I don’t doubt it.” Eddie leans in and nudges Buck’s nose with his own, a sweet brush of skin, a kiss so serene and intimate that it makes Buck’s knees weak. “You look good in anything, baby.”

Buck slides his nose along Eddie’s then shifts his head until he’s nosing at Eddie’s cheek, giggling a little at the scratch of stubble. He kisses that beautiful curve and feels the slow smile that spreads across Eddie’s face, blooming underneath Buck’s lips like a flower coming to life on the first day of spring.

“You keep flattering me like that and I’ll go find the daintest, laciest apron I can find and wear nothing underneath. Really make those housewife dreams come true.”

Eddie huffs and shakes his head, dislodging Buck’s lips which were dragging across his cheek and jaw.

When Buck pulls away to look at Eddie, happiness is painted across his face bright and vivid, but there’s an edge of seriousness that makes Buck pause.

Eddie sighs softly and gives Buck a crooked smile. “Not housewife. But husband sounds pretty good.”

Buck’s breath hitches in his chest, the air that keeps him alive rattling around in between his heart and breastbone, fluttering around like hummingbird wings.

“W-what? Eddie, are you–”

“Not yet,” Eddie rushes to say. “But, would you–I mean, is that something you would be interested in?” A tiny grimace pulls at his face and even though awe is dripping through Buck like spiced honey, he can’t help but laugh and drop his head so that their foreheads are pressed together.

“Is that something I’m interested in?” Buck parrots back.

Eddie groans. “Shut up. I’m not great at this.”

“No, no,” Buck reassures, dropping a quick kiss to Eddie’s lips. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs.

Eddie hums and pulls Buck into a deeper kiss, licking into Buck’s mouth quick enough to grab a taste, but not staying long. Buck whines into Eddie’s mouth as he pulls away, pushing his lip out in a small pout just to hear Eddie’s laugh, but also because he’s a little disappointed that the kiss didn’t last longer. Kissing Eddie is one of his top five favorite things to do and if he had his way, at least twenty-two hours of the day would be spent doing just that.

A sweet peck is placed upon Buck’s pouting lips as Eddie places both of his hands on Buck’s hips and moves them away from the counter, guiding them into a gentle swaying motion set to the slow rhythm of the music still playing in the background.

Buck tightens his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and shuffles along with him, tucking his face into Eddie’s neck as they dance through the kitchen.

“So that’s a yes?” Eddie asks quietly.

The sultry jazz music spilling from Buck’s phone has nothing on the lilting melody taking residence in his chest, something bright like the sun and sweet like honey and bubbly like champagne beating in his blood and marrow, all of it blending together to sing Eddie Eddie Eddie.

“Yes,” Buck murmurs against the skin of Eddie’s neck before planting a kiss there. “That is a yes to you eventually asking me to marry you.”

Eddie’s laugh is quiet this time. Buck doesn’t hear it but he feels it rumble through his own chest, a piece of Eddie’s joy sinking into him, and he hopes it weaves itself into his DNA, a part of Eddie forever held inside Buck, more beautiful than the music they are dancing to and more colorful than the sunlight bathing them in its warmth.

soft prompts

also on AO3

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #soft prompt #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #ryan writes #MUAH ILY RO

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user9898657876655667 · 1 year

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HAUNTINGLY BEAUTIFUL - james patrick march x fem!reader

CW: mentions of killing & blood references, slight smut involved

SUMMARY: mr march has always been someone who truly cherishes the things he loves so very dearly. he may be that of a sinister being, but you are one of the few who’s able to see his potential and absolute beauty.

(this short fic is based on the song, salvatore, by; lana del rey. all rights go to her when specific lyrics are mentioned!!! i do not own any rights to her music at all!! if you haven’t listened to the song already, i advise you do before reading this small imagine. it would set the mood and make everything appear far more better!!)

You currently were in the arms of your lover, James Patrick March. The man who you’d finally confessed your love to after so many years. The same man you’d craved to be with.

All the lights in Miami begin to gleam

Ruby, blue and green, neon too

Everything looks better from above my king

Like aqua marine, ocean's blue

It had taken you some amount of time to reveal your true feelings to March. After all, he was a man of power. His spiffy suits and slicked back hair made the hotel creator’s image clean and significant. Though nothing could come between him and his one true passion; murder.

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

That is, except for one thing.. you. The minute James saw you, he immediately knew he had to have you. He wanted you to stay trapped within the walls of the Cortez. With him, and him only.

All the lights are sparkling for you it seems

On the downtown scenes, shady blue

Beatboxing and rapping in the summer rain

Like a boss, he sang Jazz and Blues

From your soft velvety voice, to your long lashes and ruby-red lips, he adored you. The way each outfit you wore sculpted your body ever so perfectly when you decided to go and visit him, my, my. It made the notorious serial killer grovel on his knees. Which was something he thought would only occur whenever his past lover was around, but Mr March had now proven himself wrong.

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

La da da da da

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

La da da da da

Soft ice cream

He suspected you may back away after hearing the amount of awful things he did in his fortress of murder, hidden away behind closed doors. But you did not care one bit. You felt devoted to him. You wanted to experience at least one serious interaction with James, whether it be him killing you, or claiming you as his.

The summer's hot

And I've been waiting for you all this time

I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

Summer's hot but I've been cold without you

I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams

James liked the idea of keeping you forever. Even if he had to kill you himself to do so, he would. March’s desperation to have you was growing as time began to tick by. He had to bite his tongue whenever he saw you. All he wished for was you in his suite, as he lifted you in his arms into the bedroom. Ripping the exquisite clothing you had right off of your body, revealing everything you had to offer. A man’s desire. His desire.

Catch me if you can

Working on my tan

Salvatore

Dying by the hand

Of a foreign man

Happily

Calling out my name

In the summer rain

Ciao amore

Salvatore can wait

Now it's time to eat

Soft ice cream

Then came the day where you did indeed confess, and you will never forget the sadistic smile that crept onto his face.. it was haunting, yet.. beautiful..

Ah ah ah ah

Cacciatore

Ah ah ah ah

Limousines

Ah ah ah ah

Ciao amore

Ah ah ah ah

Soft ice cream

Now, you were truly his. Mr March’s bride and his beloved partner. Both of you would soon be unstoppable. Not even death could prevent the two of you from reigning over the Hotel Cortez. And NOTHING would EVER put an end to both James and yourself being together. When you allowed him to place a large diamond ring on your finger, there was no going back. You even went as far as to take your own life to be with the pure evil soul you’d fallen in love with, and were you happy about it? Most absolutely.

#american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #james march x reader #james march #mr march #jpm x reader #fem reader #lana del rey #ahs fandom #ahs x reader #ahs imagine #quick fic #ahs hotel #hotel cortez #the countess #hotel #evan peters ahs

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historianroo · 4 months

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a short list of historical figures who were queer: because I need people to understand that queer people have always been here.

with sources, because I am, after all, a historian.

Most of these figures are musicans, it is because I am studying to be a historical musicologist (basically a music historian).

Leonard Berenstein– (1918-1990) Composer, conductor, musician. Known for his musical West Side Story. Most likely a gay man, perhaps bisexual. While there are plenty of letters and first hand confirmations that exist, this Guardian article conveys the information well enough.

Pytor Illich Tchaikovsky– (1840-1892) Russian composer, best known for his ballets: Swan Lake, and the Nutcracker, as well as his 1812 Overture, which features canon fire (and has become a meme on Tumblr). A gay man, as confirmed by multiple historians that have dedicated their life to his research, and by me, who spent a few weeks translating letters that talk about his love for men and his fear of what that would do to his life. This article talks about John Wiley (a historian) had to say about it.

Benjamin Britten– (1913-1976) Known for his vocal compositions, if you are an english classically trained vocalist you know Britten's compositions. Known especially for his War Requiem and his opera Peter Grimes. He and fellow musician Peter Pears had a long lived relationship. This article speaks about it more.

Ethel Smyth– (1857-1944) A lifelong disrupter, demanded (rightly so) for people to listen to her music in a time where women were not given the space to compose. A lesbian who fought for the right for women to perform and be a part of orchestras and conductor her own works when women conducters were few and far between. This article, written by a woman, speaks on her life well.

Francis Poulenc– (1899-1963) A Parisian man with a marked love of mostly men, but did father one daughter and dedicated a few compositions to her mother. This article speaks well on his love.

Alan Turing– (1912-1954) A gay icon of mine, Turing was a British Mathmetician and codebreaker who you have to thank for your phone and for the earlier end of the second World War. This article speaks about his life, as well as the film Imitation Game (2014) discusses it to some extent.

Freddie Mercury–(1946-1991) The beloved lead singer of the band Queen was a notourious queer icon, who had many love affairs with men but did say that he loved one woman when he was younger, for this reason, I will not say whether he was bisexual or gay. But a queer icon nonetheless. This article discusses the topic.

David Bowie– (1947-2016) A performer I have always loved and dearly miss, who is known for his bisexuality and fantastic outfits. This Billboard article discusses his sexuality. But it is important to note, that he came out as gay first, and then bisexual, which does not mean he was changing his mind or wanting to conform, but instead was becoming more comfortable with his own sexuality as he aged, something that should be a more generally accepted thing.

Leonardo da Vinci– (1452-1519) While there are guesses about this mans sexuality, it is generally believed and agreed upon that he was at least queer. While more research must be done, this article speaks on the subject well enough.

There are plenty more that I could talk about and that I want to talk about but that would take so long.

The most important thing: Queer people have always been here, and they are amazing and beautiful and deserved so much better than what history gave them.

Please reply with more (and sources) if you have them.

#queer history #queer #historians will say they were close friends #history #i cried while working on this #because this means so much to me

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hollandsfavbabe · 1 year

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y/n comforting tom whilst he cries

a/n: ahh sorry this took like forever, and it's so short!

Clean

pairing: tom holland x reader

synopsis: in which y/n helps to break tom’s fear of vulnerability by comforting him after a bad day

warnings: nudity, but it’s not sexual

word count: 1.5k

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You didn’t hear the squealing of the door hinges as your boyfriend Tom arrived home. You completely missed the sound of his footsteps as he padded across the hardwood floor and you certainly didn’t notice the creaking of steps as he hurried up the stairs to the room you shared, gently closing the door behind him.

It wasn’t entirely your fault, Tom always greeted you warmly with a kiss and a cuddle every time he returned from work, but today was different. You were distracted, your headphones laid atop your unbrushed hair that you had haphazardly tied back, ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift blaring in your ears as you hummed along. Your hands were busy cutting up some vegetables for dinner as a pan of hot oil sizzled nearby, taking up all your attention. Tom was grateful for your occupance. He was in desperate need of some alone time, enough to hide away the tears streaming down his face so that you would never have to see him at his most vulnerable moment.

He rushed to the bathroom, stripping himself of the clothes he had worn to work and leaving them scattered on the tile. He didn’t have the energy to discard them neatly. Only enough to climb into the shower and turn it onto the coldest setting. He sobbed as the icy spray hit him, letting out all the built up sorrow and melancholy he had built up over the week.

Meanwhile downstairs, you had just set the carrots into the pan with all of the other ingredients when much to your dismay, your music shut off and your wireless headphones played a brief melodic ringtone, a sign that they had died and you could no longer listen to your beloved Tay Tay.

You groaned in annoyance, tearing them off your head and stomping to the charging port nearby.

“Stupid fuc-”

You were cut off by a rather loud noise coming from the second level of your house. Water was running, rushing through the pipes and sprayed out in a muffled rain storm that you could only barely detect from where you stood. You looked to the front door and caught sight of a pair of familiar shoes: Tom’s. You weren’t sure when he got home as you never received your usual greeting. Without further investigation, you rushed up the stairs to your bedroom and followed the sound of water to your connected bathroom. Upon entering you noticed his clothes scattered all over the floor. It was messy and careless, very much unlike the tidy man you knew. Without any hesitation, you crept to the shower curtain.

“Tom?”

Your boyfriend paused, realizing he was no longer alone.

“Love?” he called. His voice was tethering off the edge of breaking, only barely ringing clear.

“Are you okay?” you questioned. “I thought I heard something. I wasn’t sure-”

“I’m fine.” he assured, clearly not at all what he claimed to be.

“Are you sure?”

You sounded so gentle, so caring. It was refreshing after a long work day. Tom couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Maybe…” his voice broke. You were quick to act. You stripped down until every last article of clothing lay scattered on top of Tom’s and placed a hand tentatively on the shower curtain.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, waiting for his confirmation. You were met with a noise that sounded reminiscent of a hum and without a moment to lose, you stepped in.

You peeled back the shower curtain that separated you from your boyfriend and stepped into the shower stream still fully clothed. The sight that awaited you was heartbreaking.

Besides the obvious shower water that had left Tom soaked, his face was red and his eyes were glossy with tears. You frowned in concern. You never wanted to see the man you loved so dearly feel so horribly. You instantly pulled him into a hug, Tom breaking down as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Oh babe,” your hands moved to his head, combing through his damp brown curls in a soothing manner. “What happened?”

Tom took a moment to answer, simply seeking comfort in the warmth of your embrace. He lifted his head when he was ready to talk, still wrapped up in your arms as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry y/n. You weren’t meant to see me like this. I’m supposed to be there for you…” he trailed off as he was interrupted by another deep sob. You pulled away from him slightly, loosening your grip so you could look into his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you placed a hand on his cheeks, wiping away one of his tears as it trickled down his face, washed away by the shower stream.

“I’m the one that’s supposed to comfort you, not the other way around. And now I’m ruining your day when we were supposed to have a nice night-”

You shushed him softly, pushing a few strands of stray hair out of his face, smoothing them back before returning your hand to his cheek.

“Hey,” you almost whispered, your voice soft but audible against the roar of the shower. “None of those things are happening. My night’s not ruined and what do you mean you’re supposed to comfort me? We’re here for each other, that’s how a relationship works.”

Tom bowed his head, touching his forehead to yours as a thanks for your support, sniffing as his tears seemed to slow.

“It’s okay to cry Tom, especially if it’s in front of me.”

Another sob erupted from him, but it wasn’t quite as saddening as the latter. It was a release now, a way to cope with whatever was on his mind.

“Thanks love.” he whispered.

“Of course.” you smiled. “Now if you’re comfortable with it, mind explaining what’s made you so upset?”

Tom raised his head before staring down at his feet, frowning at the thought.

“It's work,” he explained. “You remember what today was?”

It hit you instantly. How could you forget? Tom had been talking about it incessantly all week. Besides reshoots which would start up in a few months, it had been Tom’s last day on set as everyone’s favorite superhero; his last time playing Spider-Man. You knew it was a big deal, the role was one of his greatest accomplishments, but you had no idea it would bring him so much sadness.

“I remember, of course I remember.”

Tom was in tears again as he explained his sorrow, opening his soul up to you. He had been so afraid that no one would care, that his privilege overshadowed his suffering. Mostly he was scared that his career wouldn’t go anywhere after the trilogy had been released, that he had hit the pinnacle of his time as an actor and he was only going down from there.

“-and then no one will hire me and I’ll never get a role again!”

“Hey,” you calmed him, pulling his face closer to yours and cupping his cheeks in both of your hands. You couldn’t understand why he would think such things about himself, but no matter the reason you were determined to make him see sense again. “I think you know that none of those things are true. You’re an amazing actor Tom, maybe the best in our generation. This isn’t the end, not at all. Do you think maybe you feel all of this because you miss playing Spider-Man?”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “It’s ridiculous isn’t it.”

“No it’s not,” you assured him. “Of course it’s not. You’ve been playing Spider-Man for years! It would be weird for you to not be sad about it! But he won’t be your last role and who knows, maybe you’ll play him again sooner than you think.”

“You really think so?” he sniffed again. You nodded.

“I know so.”

He smiled, something you had been longing to see since you found out he had arrived home.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

You beamed as he pulled you closer.

“If you want I’m in a bit of a crying mood myself. Want to cuddle and watch a sad movie during dinner?”

He chuckled at that forcing a laugh out of you before he placed his lips upon yours. You could feel his grin through the kiss, his hands snuck up your waist as yours tangled in his hair again. You would’ve stayed like that, happy and pressed together, if it weren’t for an awful smell that pushed you apart.

“What is that?” you asked, nearly gagging as it hit you.

“I have no idea, but it smells like something's burning.”

That’s when it hit you.

“Oh shit! That’s probably dinner.”

Tom shrugged, pulling you close again.

“I think pizza goes better with movie night anyways.”

You smiled at him.

“Pizza it is.”

You pulled him down for one last peck, the shower stream still hot above you until Tom reached back and turned it off.

“We should really take care of that smell though.” he stated, moving to grab his towel as well as yours so that you could exit together.

“Alright,” you agreed, taking the towel from him and wrapping it around your center. “I’m on it.”

#tom holland fanfiction #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #spiderman no way home #spiderman

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woodrokiro · 2 months

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Do It For the Band, Part Nine (Fic)

Fandom: Bleach

Pairing: IchiRuki

Summary: When Tatsuki said she wanted their sophomore album to be the next Rumours, this is NOT what she meant.Band AU.

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When Ichigo finishes his story, Tatsuki has no words. She’s absolutely baffled at the man before her.

The two sit in silence for a solid moment before Ichigo tips back the last dregs of his beer, like he’s playing at being casual but he’s Ichigo Kurosaki and he’s never casual and he’s —

“You are the biggest idiot on this planet,” she finally answers in wonder. Ichigo scoffs and gets up to throw his bottle away, turning his back to her.

“Yeah, yeah, I figured you’d say that. So you see? I fucked up, but it’s not like it’s completely my fau—”

Instincts are strange: how fast your muscles can move before you have even a single thought. Like the feeling in the pit of your stomach you get when you meet someone sketchy, or the way human newborns know to hold their breath underwater.

Or the way Tatsuki’s arm finds a nearby pillow and chucks it straight at Ichigo’s head.

The guitarist yelps, throwing his hand to his head protectively as he eyes his attacker with obvious betrayal. “Tatsuki, what the hell?!”

She laughs shortly, shaking her head and getting up. “Unbelievable, Ichigo. Un-fucking-believable.”

“It’s not funny, you could’ve—you could’ve really thrown me off my balance or something!”

“Oh shut up, don’t be a baby… Or hand over the bottle so I can hit it over your skull and do some real damage.”

“N-no!” Ichigo is clearly bewildered and hides said bottle behind his back. “The hell’s the matter with yo—”

“Ichigo. She’s in love with you.”

His mouth snaps shut into a scowl and his eyes don’t meet hers. “Did you even listen to me? Clearly not.”

“‘Did you even listen to me?’” The drummer mimics, and he has the audacity to look at her like she’s nuts. “Ichigo. My dear, sweet summer child. My oldest, closest friend — no, no, don’t make that face, don’t make it weird — … Have you listened to yourself? She made you listen to Taylor Swift and dance with her. She bought your shitty earphone excuse to be physically closer to you. She listened to Joni Mitchell for you. She slept with you — and yes, that is a big deal, considering Rukia is the biggest prude known to mankind except where it counts —”

“Not that big of a prude,” Ichigo huffs, blushing, and jumps when Tatsuki points wildly at him.

“Exactly! To you she isn’t! My point exactly! And, and, let’s not forget about the songs she wrote about you?! ‘Amber eyes turn me dead/Dust to dust until dark’? Who says that about a person they’re not head over heels for? She was pissed, yeah, but pissed because of how obsessed she is with you!!”

“Well… Okay that’s not necessarily—”

“Who knows what else happened when the two of you were alone! And even after all that you put her through — with the album, with Orihime, with the whole thing with her friend whose name is Absolutely Her Friend And Nothing Else — after all that, she still learned and performed the song you told her reminds you of your mom! Your dearly beloved, dead mother! The person that taught you everything you know about music — she did that for you and oh hey by the way: it’s the song that reminds her of her first kiss. With you.” Tatsuki huffs, and no she’s not going to cry but she is humorously emotional for her friend. “Ichigo. You are living a lesbian’s wet dream and you are wasting it.”

The room is quiet, with only the low hum of the air conditioner filling the sound between them. Suddenly, slowly — she catches the slight lift of Ichigo’s lips, and it’s infectious.

The two of them begin to laugh. It’s only a short series of chuckles from both sides, but immediately the air lightens because Tatsuki knows there it is, he’s getting it.

“That doesn’t — okay, that doesn’t explain the ‘friend,’ or whatever he is. Doesn’t explain the hugging.”

Tatsuki rolls her eyes at the sheer thickness of this guy’s skull. “Ichigo, normal friends hug. Not everyone has a friendship with the I-hate-you-but-love-you bit you and I have going on.”

“Careful, Tatsuki. That’s the second weirdest thing you’ve said to me today. Can’t have you getting soft.”

“Honestly it’s Orihime’s fault. Love does that, numbskull. I think you’re already quite familiar with all that, though.”

“Yeah, yeah.” His eyes shift to the alarm clock next to his bed, and his smile drops a little in uncharacteristic nervousness. “It’s late. She’s probably asleep though, huh?”

To her credit: she says nothing about the way his hand is already moving to the door handle, body half-turned. Bullshit, she almost says — but sees the slight nervous shuffle in his feet and recognizes what he actually needs from her, maybe has never needed from anyone except Rukia: reassurance.

“Of course she’s not, dumbass.” She grins softly, and raises her hand in a “shoo-shoo” motion. “Go get her, Tiger.”

Ichigo nearly trips over himself on his way out.

She sits there, snickering, and is on her way out of his room herself when she sees him get into the elevator and she just can’t help herself.

“Ichigo!” He jerks his head up in answer, eyes a little wild. She cups her hands around her mouth for the sound to carry.

“You know where the clit is, right?!”

HIs face turns beet red in an instant, and he leans forward just as the doors begin to close.

“Oh my God, Tatsuki, just shut the —”

A ding and a whir ends his speech just as the door closes, and she types a text out to Urakara, grinning ear to ear:

The kids are fine.

—

In the most ideal situation: Ichigo may, for the first time ever, wish he had read more of his sister’s trashy shoujo because he has NO idea what he should say to Rukia.

He got hyped from Tatsuki’s support, and even when he’s screaming at her as the elevator doors close (because yes of course he knows all about that and he knows where Rukia’s… Nevermind) he feels on top of the world, like he’s gonna go get his girl.

And now he’s in front of her hotel room and clearing his throat and muttering and he…

Look. Ichigo. Knows. He does not have a way with words… Improv-wise.

He says the first thing on his mind, and even if it’s clunky or sometimes makes people look at him weird, he’s always been at least proud that it’s what’s on his mind. Any poetic musing is saved for lyric writing, and he’s fine with that.

But being with Rukia is recognizing she deserves more than that.

He can’t just say hey sorry I was an asshole to you over a slight misunderstanding and thanks for singing Joni and literally fulfilling a music-nerd wet dream I never knew I had, wanna bang again? Or well.. He could — but the point is she deserves a full apology, and a whole confession that he loves her, has never met anyone like her and never will and they belong to each other forever.

You know. Easy stuff.

Jesus. He’s been out here for ten minutes, pacing, and he still doesn’t know what he’s going to say. It’s stupid, right? It’s probably so stupid, she might not even take him back. Hell, she might not even be here anymore, she might have already caught an earlier flight and left all their asses behind forever—

He hears the sound of a door opening, and when he looks behind him where he’s paced away from the room — Rukia’s standing there.

What feels like hours go by as the two stare at each other, when in reality it’s probably only a few seconds — and Ichigo realizes they haven’t actually looked at each other, like really taken each other in since the photo shoot. Rukia’s expression is unreadable, but he gulps because

God.

How does she do this to him, every time?

Finally, she pierces the moment by shifting her hips and raising an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

He blinks. “Um — yeah. Wait. How’d you — How’d you know I was out here?”

“I heard you out here muttering and walking around. Nobody talks to themselves as loud as you do.”

“Oh.” He swears he’s not trying to stall, but he cannot for the life of him remember anything of what he was considering to say.

Rukia clearly knows nothing of the internal screaming he’s doing right now, as she starts to frown a little deeper. “So. Can you actually spit out whatever you were going to say? So I can go to bed and you can never see me again? I’m sure Urahara’s already informed you —”

“Yeah, he did.” Ichigo snaps himself out of it. He might not have a full speech prepared in his arsenal yet, but this is a good way to segue into it. “Seriously, Rukia? You’re just gonna not tell anyone you’re leaving except our manager, and what? Disappear into the night?”

She rears her head back as if she’s been slapped.

Shit. He didn’t know he was still feeling a little angry about that.

“What’re you — of course I’m not going to come to you after everything that’s been happening! You, the one who’s accused me of being selfish and a nightmare to work with? You, who just — just assumed everything about me, but did whatever you wanted just to hurt me?” Her voice cracks at the end and it’s his turn to flinch.

“No. No c’mon, I never wanted to hurt — “

Rukia clears her throat, and her entire body language shifts into something deadly casual as she steps back fully into her hotel room. “And honestly. ‘Disappear into the night.’ Don’t be so dramatic. I’m leaving in the morning.”

“Well yeah I didn’t mean literally —”

“I know you didn’t. It doesn’t matter, Ichigo.” She sighs tiredly as she starts closing the door between them. He panics. “The point is, you don’t have to worry. I won’t be here in the morn—”

Her speech is cut off by her own gasp as Ichigo slams forward his shoulder into the door just as it’s about to shut before he even knows what’s happening.

“Ichigo, what—”

“Ow, okay that didn’t feel great and now I feel like a creep —”

“Well you’re being a creep, so I think it’s only logical that you feel like —”

“Rukia, just please for the love of God just shut up.”

“Excuse — You—you have the gall to slam into my door and tell me — “

“It’s impossible for me to think coherently around you, you know that?!” He knows he looks deranged by the way she’s looking at him, utterly baffled.

“Have you lost your mind?!”

“Yeah, actually. I have. All thanks to you. Do you know that I’ve never — when I write, I can usually whip them out so quick. You don’t believe me, because you’ve only ever seen me spend days on a song — but when you’re around, I don’t know what you do but it’s like you’re some fucked up muse that fucks me up.”

She’s pinching her nose, shaking her head. “Ichigo, what are you —”

“You make me better.” He takes her arm firmly but gently, forcing her to look at him. “You make me want to be better, that’s why. That’s why I spend so much goddamn on a single lyric line, for the sole possibility it will make you smile. Otherwise I’m usually stuck sitting here with you without any words in my mouth because you took them all away. You’re so goddamned smart, and wonderful, and so so talented on your own — fuck the word ‘muse.’ You’re your own. Just. Goddess of fucking music or artists or something and I want to worship you.”

She flushes, and maybe even sort of trembles beneath his touch but he’s barely paying attention. “Ichigo —”

“I want to know everything about you. I want to know — I want to know your favorite music to fall asleep to. I want to know what music you listen to when you’re cooking a meal, or cleaning, or in the shower. I want to know what songs you play when you’re incredibly sad, or excited, or the ones you listen to when you want to just feel human, feel connected with everything around you. I want to know all the songs you grew up with, every single one, even the ones you think aren’t technically good but just do something for you. I want to hear every album you ever wished you wrote. Just. The ones that make you scream with jealousy but you can’t stop, you will never stop listening to them. And I want to — I want to know the kind of music you’d like to hear when we kiss. God, I really want to know that one. I want to hear the songs that you’d like to cuddle to, the ones that’ll make you wrap your legs around me like you did that night, the ones you’d like to be made love to to and—”

Ichigo had a lot more to say about what kinds of favorite music he’d like to learn about Rukia, but she’s grabbed him by the back of the head and is kissing him so deeply he forgets everything he was planning to say for the rest of the night.

—-

Their first time that night is a little too, uh. Frenzied for them to really even think about playing music.

But on their second time…

They both find out her favorite for that last category is Buckley’s Hallelujah. His is The Cure’s Lovesong.

“We are officially insufferable,” she pant-whispers to him, grinning wildly beneath him under a bird’s nest of sweaty, tangled hair. He chuckles, equally out of breath, but still leans down to kiss her in agreement.

—

To say their getting together was expected would be an understatement.

For the two of them to actually gather the whole team the next morning and announce the development of their relationship while holding hands and explaining everything that happened like the group didn’t already know was downright excruciating.

As soon as Rukia said she’d like to “open the floor for any questions or concerns,” Tatsuki tapped out.

“I’m leaving. Anyone else wanna get mimosas with me?” The team murmured in agreement and started to get up as Rukia grew increasingly alarmed. Ichigo looked like he wanted to be literally anywhere else.

“W-wait, we have to talk about how this is going to affect our workplace..!”

“Sweetheart, it’s already been affected.” Rukia looks slightly crestfallen and the drummer inwardly curses, feeling bad. “Oh c’mon, don’t do that Rukia. We’re just saying this is nothing.”

“Right, and I really — we are so sorry we put you all through that — “

“Hey don’t include me in that, I never said I was sorry —” Ichigo yelps as his apparently-now-girlfriend elbows him in the ribs.

“Dolt, we put them through hell —”

“Yeah, well, Tatsuki’s been putting me through hell since I was seven years old so I think it’s only fair —”

“Excuse me, you wouldn’t have even found the love of your life there had I not stepped in and —”

“I think the point Tatsuki’s making is we’re happy for you, Ichigo. Kuchiki-san.” Chad’s deep baritone makes them all jump and look to the man closest to the door out. “Regardless of what happens with the two of you — we’re still us. Nothing has to change if we don’t want it to.”

They all stare and Urahara whistles.

“And that, Sado-san, is why you’re my favorite and receiving the majority of next album’s sales.”

A chorus of grumbles and whines arose in the group so loud Tatsuki had to shout to restore order.

“All right, Orihime and I are headed to that breakfast place on the corner. Everyone — except Urahara — is welcome to join us.”

“Aww no fair, Tatsuki-chan, you know you’re still my second in command —”

“Don’t call me that. IchiRuki, you coming?”

“I’m sorry… Was that referring to us?”

“Your new stage name together. Since all the sexual tension is being, you know. Expressed now, ya’ll need a couple’s name.”

“Please don’t say that word or that last sentence ever again… But yeah, we’re coming. Rukia needs to grab something from the room and then we’ll head over.”

“Oh I bet she’ll be grabbing something, all right.”

“Tatsuki, please!”

“Ohoho, lovely comeback Second-in-Command!”

“I told you not to call me that!”

“Everyone in this room but me and Rukia can rot in absolute hell.”

—-

The Night the Lights Went Out in Osaka ends up becoming an iconic piece of indie music history when newspapers write about it and video footage of some of the performance is leaked. Their second album triples in profit compared to their first, and soon enough all of them are getting occasionally recognized in the streets.

It’s not selling-out-stadiums-big (yet) — but their rising success makes them excited for the future, absolutely blissful that they can all now afford their rents without working some lame side job during the day. They even get to hire a more professional sound designer for some of their stuff — Rukia’s friend Renji, who is now considered zero threat to Ichigo and therefore taken onto the team with (grudgingly) open arms.

Rukia leaves the band around a year later.

All of them knew it was nothing personal — but Tatsuki may-or-may-not sniffle when she announces the leave, telling everyone in a deep bow and a watery voice that this has been the absolute best time of her life. That she will always consider the band home, but she’s got other dreams she’s ready to focus on — dreams like applying for top grad music programs, or releasing her own album one day of just her and her piano.

Ichigo says nothing beside her, his hand on the small of her back.

But from the softness in his gaze, the slight lift of his smile — Tatsuki knows he is so, so proud of her.

It’s not the end, anyway. Hardly. Tatsuki reminds herself that she will literally see Rukia nearly every day she sees Ichigo, which is — a lot, because the band is still rising in success, with or without their female vocalist. Ichigo and Chad are scribbling as many lyrics together as ever, always asking for both Tatsuki and Rukia’s input and Tatsuki knows this will never end, not really.

She loves that.

She loves that she gets to cuddle with Orihime after a long night in rehearsal or concert or whatever, doing what they both love together. She loves that Urahara’s offered to involve her more in management matters — not giving sole responsibility, but recognizing her talent in bringing the team together and demanding what they deserve. She loves that Chad is finally able to adopt the dog he always wanted but never could afford and brings Yuichi to every rehearsal as their team mascot.

And don’t let either of them know it, but Tatsuki loves to go to Ichigo and Rukia’s apartment on any given Thursday — the day they usually host a dinner for everyone — and open the door to the two of them bickering, supper bubbling softly on the stove as they argue over what album to play. It never really matters — because the night ends with all of them on the living room floor, half drunk and screaming lyrics to favorite songs while Rukia snuggles deeper into Ichigo’s lap, laughing as he not-so-subtly kisses the top of her head.

Their lives are so fucking cute.

Tatsuki's rock-n’-roll heart wants to hurl — but love’s pretty metal too, she guesses.

#ichiruki #my stuff #bleach #do it for the band #fanfiction

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