#Matt secretly loves to touch all the soft things

[solarsturniolo]

We're Just Friends // M.S. pt 4

by Nat 💋

read parts one, two, and three here!

Summary: Matt is so 'sweet best friend that secretly jerks off to your pictures' coded (idea credit to @heartstreet )

Warnings: angst / smut / p in v / soft!dom matt? / unprotected sex / swearing / kinda depressing at the beginning

Disclaimer: THESE STORIES ARE FICTIONAL :)

text - reader

text - matt sturniolo

text - chris sturniolo

text - nick sturniolo

Word Count: 6871

Three weeks.

He went three weeks without speaking to her. Ever since that night, he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her. It replayed in his head like a broken record, he couldn’t get it to stop. The way she danced with him, the way she clung to him, the way she kissed him, all of which would have normally been more than enough to get him off at least a few times. But Matt hadn’t touched himself in those three weeks. He couldn’t. How could he even think about it when he just felt miserable?

“Matt, are you coming?” 

He groggily lifted his head from his pillow, his hair sticking out in awkward directions. He struggled to open his eyes as the light flooded in through his windows. Looking over his shoulder, he squinted at his brother standing in the doorway. “Huh?”

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. “The meeting? With Laura? Are you coming?” 

It took a moment for the question to register in his brain, but when it did he simply grunted and dropped his head back into the pillow. 

“Dude this isn’t good for you-“

“ ‘M just tired,” he grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillowcase as he buried his face deeper into the pillow. 

“You haven’t left your room in three days.”

Matt opened his eyes, looking over his shoulder at Chris again. “I-“

“Kitchen and bathroom don’t count. Bro, I’m seriously worried about you.”

Matt blinked in response. 

“I miss you,” Chris shrugged, not making eye contact with Matt. “I miss hanging out. You never hang out anymore. You’ll do a video then come hide back in here.” 

Matt sighed, slipping his arm out from under his tight bundle of blankets around him, rubbing his tired face. “I’m sorry, just been dealing with a lot.”

“Like what?”

“…Nothing.”

“Please talk to me, man.”

“You just…” Matt paused, wanting to find the nicest way possible to explain this to Chris. “You don’t take things seriously.” 

Chris shook his head immediately at Matt’s accusation. “I can tell when I need to take something seriously.“

Matt sighed. “Can we talk about it tonight? I just wanna sleep a little longer…”

Chris didn’t respond for a while. He wanted to talk about it now, he wanted to fix everything that his brother was going through. It pained him seeing Matt in a funk like this. The last time something like this happened was in junior year, and Chris never wanted a repeat of that for either of them. He didn’t want to leave Matt alone. If he could cancel the meeting entirely, he would. He would cancel it and lay in bed with his brother and wait however long he needed to talk. 

“I can’t cancel the meeting. Are…Are you gonna be alright?” Chris’s fingers picked at the chipped paint on the doorway. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

“You’ll call me if you need something?”

“Yeah, man. I’ll be alright.”

Chris nodded. The sound of Nick’s footsteps vibrated above them as he came down the stairs, walking around the corner and peeking into Matt’s room as well. “No luck?” 

“He’s tired.”

“He’s been ‘tired’ for the past fifteen days-“

Chris shot Nick a look. “He’s tired.” 

Nick nodded, getting the hint. “Gotcha. We’ll bring home some lunch, do you want anything?” 

Matt grunted softly. “I don’t care.”

“Alright,” Nick replied. It made his blood boil when Matt was short with him or moody, but he knew Matt didn’t mean to act this way. He was constantly stuck in his own head, constantly battling his thoughts, and it just so happened to be one of those periods. A temporary setback. Matt always bounced back, but it never failed to worry Chris and Nick nonetheless. “We’ll be home in a few hours. Love you.”

“Love you, Matt.”

“Love you,” Matt replied, letting his body relax again. He was beyond grateful that they weren’t trying to drag him out of bed this time around. He rolled over onto his favorite side and nuzzled back under the covers, letting his body drift back off to sleep. 

I really love you

I’ve always loved you.

The heat rose to his cheeks as her words played over and over again in his head. ‘I really love you, I’ve always loved you.’ Oh god, and she looked so pretty in his t-shirt. He could almost smell her perfume, the same scent she had worn for years. The same scent Matt grew to love. The scent he craved to get even the smallest whiff of whenever she was near. The scent that would get trapped in the fabric of his hoodies after she had borrowed them, which he refused to launder until the scent was gone entirely. Wisps of vanilla and rose petals that would infect him, his mind, his thoughts… 

Knock knock knock.

Matt groaned, closing his eyes tighter, hoping the sound would stop. Warmth enveloped his face as her soft hands cupped his face. Matt felt his heart pound against his chest. Her words were like heroin, he wanted more. He wanted to hear her talk to him for hours. Before he could even think of what to say, her lips pressed against his. He cupped her face, his lips moving slowly against hers as they shared a passionate kiss. She smelled sweet like candy, and her lips tasted like sugared lemon drops; her favorite lip balm, which quickly became Matt’s favorite as well. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. 

Ten more minutes. Please let me stay here for ten more minutes. 

Her hand caressed his cheek, their noses brushing together as she moved impossibly closer to him. Neither of them initiated for the kiss to deepen, though Matt wasn’t complaining in the slightest. This was enough for him. The tenderness, the passion, the love…it was more than enough for him. He pulled back for a moment, still close enough to feel her lips brush against his as she caught her breath. “I love you.”

BAM BAM BAM 

Matt huffed, opening his eyes once again. He groaned softly as he became suddenly aware of the tent in his boxers. Not even safe in my dreams. Rolling himself out of bed, Matt sat at the edge of his mattress, looking at his reflection in the mirror leaning against his wall. He had to admit, he was looking rough. His hair was a god awful mess, sticking out in awkward directions, his cowlick refusing to flatten when he ran his fingers through his hair. His cheeks were sunken, though it was hard to tell with his unkempt facial hair growing in. The bags under his eyes were dark, his lips were dry and cracked; he looked rough. 

BAM 

BAM

BAM

Those fucking assholes. Matt pulled on his pyjama pants, after adjusting his cock in his boxers, and stepped out of his room, hissing at the cold hardwood floor under his feet. He began to make his way to the front door, heading down the steps that led to their front entryway. “Fuck, you idiots have keys why can’t you ever fucking use them,” he grunted, unlocking the front door. “Why do I have to be the responsib-“ his voice caught in his throat as he swung the door open, his gaze landing on her. She looked up at him, her eyebrows furrowing together as their eyes locked. 

“Oh…hi Matty.”

Matt swallowed his words, looking down at his feet, suddenly growing quiet. Matty. Even after all of this time, even after the long restless nights staring at his old messages with her, wanting nothing more than to call her and hear her gentle voice again, she addressed him by his nickname. The one he claimed to hate, though they both knew that wasn’t the case. Three weeks with no contact, and she treated him just the same as she had before. The question plagued his mind after the second day of ghosting her, wondering if she would be mad at him, wondering if she would treat him differently. How foolish of him. 

“Hey, kid,” he mumbled, his voice gravely and low. 

“Are…um…Nick and Chris here?” She asked. 

“You just missed them…They went to a meeting with Laura.”

“And you didn’t?” 

Matt shrugged his shoulders, leaning against the doorway. “I wasn’t feeling good,” he stated. Not necessarily a lie, he just knew he couldn’t explain the whole truth to her. 

“Why have you been ignoring me?” She asked him. Matt felt his heart drop into his stomach. She sniffled softly. His head snapped up and, suddenly, Matt’s behavior felt ridiculous to him. He had shut her out, he had pushed her away without even a second thought as to what she might feel or think. He examined her face; the same dark shadows under her eyes, the hollowing of her cheeks that now matched his. “Can I come in?” She tried to ask, but he heard the break in her voice. He saw her lip quiver as she spoke. He took note of her tugging at her sleeves in an attempt to distract herself from her emotional state. 

He wanted to scream, not at her but at himself. How could he have put her through this? It was selfish of him, to say the very least.

“Y-Yeah, of course,” he stepped aside, allowing her to walk past him into the house. “Um, I think Nick and Chris will be back fairly soon,” Matt explained to her as he shut the front door, locking it behind him out of habit. He turned to face her. “I’m sure they don’t mind you hanging out in one of their rooms or something,” he mumbled, his gaze never meeting hers. 

“Please look at me.”

Matt obliged, looking up to meet her eyes, almost as if he was waiting for the command to do it. He felt his mouth go dry, and suddenly all of the words he knew became a jumbled mess of unintelligible alphabet soup in his head. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks…Did…Did I do something to upset you?” She asked him, worry and sincerity clear in her tone. She spoke slowly, thoughtfully; she didn’t want to come off like she was accusing him of anything. 

“No,” Matt started, licking his dry lips as he looked at her. Even now, exhausted and clearly hurt by the situation at hand, she still looked beautiful. He could look at her all day and never grow tired of it. “You didn’t do anything to upset me.” He could feel his hands growing clammy, his hands balling into fists and slipping into his pockets. 

“I must’ve done something… I mean, it's been three weeks, Matt,” she whispered. 

Matt pursed his lips, his heart ramming against his chest. Without warning, Matt felt his eyes glossing over, his lip trembling. “I did something awful, and I…I fucking hate myself so much,” he rasped. He watched as her beautiful, encapsulating eyes widened. She stepped toward him, concern written across her face, her hand reaching out to touch his bicep. 

You’re disgusting, Matt. How could you put her through this? All for your own selfish benefit. What will she do when you tell her? She has every right to hate you. She’d be stupid not to. You’re a greedy, disgusting creep. 

“Matty? Talk to me.” Her voice wavered as she spoke. “Please?” Her hand grasped his bicep ever so gently, and Matt looked down at her. It was like she had turned a light on inside of him. The jumbled mess tangled in his brain became undone in seconds. He felt the world come to a standstill. He could breathe again.

He hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath.

With a sharp exhale, Matt pursed his lips; something that had become a habit of his. “You’re gonna hate me.”

She let out a soft laugh. “I could never hate you.”

Matt stayed quiet, looking down at the floor. It didn’t take long for her soft fingers to rest beneath his chin, gently lifting his head to meet her gaze once again. Matt could have melted as he basked in the beautiful light of her smile. He felt her hand slip upwards to cup his cheek, her soft fingers brushing against the gruff texture of his messy facial hair. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Sorry for what?” She asked, her words laced with confusion, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at him. “Matt, please talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

Matt sighed. He pulled away from her touch and made his way up the stairs, her following close behind him. He went and took a seat on the couch in the living room, his elbows digging into his knees as he held his head in his hands. He wanted to tell her, she deserved to know. It wasn’t right for him to keep this from her…but God he was terrified to know what she’d think of him. The seat next to him sunk down as she took a seat beside him, gently rubbing his arm to soothe him. “Matt?”

“I…really like you,” he whispered. “Like, really like you.”

“Matt…I like you too-”

“No,” he shook his head. “I have liked you for fucking years and I’ve always pussied out of telling you. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way. I tried to ignore it for years, but…” he trailed off, taking a second to breathe. He needed to relax, to give himself time to put together exactly what he wanted to say and exactly how he wanted to say it. “I mean, I’ve liked you since middle school. I always thought you were funny and pretty and kind…Nick and Chris tried to set me up so many times so I could ask you out, but I just…I couldn’t do it.” He rubbed his face, his heart ramming against his chest from finally having the courage to tell her everything. After all of these years, his secret was out. “I never wanted to cut you off or ignore you, but after what you said that night-”

“What do you mean?” She asked, looking at him in confusion. “What did I say?” 

His heart stung a little. You don’t even remember…You don’t even remember telling me you loved me. Do you remember kissing me? Did it mean anything to you? Was it all just a drunken mistake to you? What am I thinking? Of course it meant nothing. I’m nothing, no one. “You said you loved me,” he replied simply, still refusing to make eye contact with her. 

“I…I said that?”

Matt nodded. “You kissed me, too.”

“I…I don’t even remember that…” she admitted. 

“That doesn’t surprise me, you were pretty drunk. I figured it was all just some drunken mistake,” he sighed. 

She shook her head, moving closer to his side. “Just because I was drunk doesn’t mean it was a mistake.”

“You don’t even remember it,” he reminded her. 

His heart stopped as her fingers gently traced his jaw, his head turning to meet her gaze. She was close, too close. He could smell her perfume, it made him feel dizzy just thinking about burying his face into her neck to drown himself in it. She looked deep into his eyes, Matt could have melted at the warmth in her gaze. “Help me remember,” she whispered, searching for any glimpse of hesitation or uncertainty in his eyes. He felt her lean in closer to him and he mirrored her, leaning in as well. 

“Are you sure?” He asked.

She didn’t respond, not verbally anyways. Her hand caressed his cheek, fingers brushing against his messy stubble. She closed the gap between them, her soft lips gently pressing against Matt’s. He felt his face heat up, warmth flooding his cheeks, she could surely feel it on her fingertips. He kissed her back slowly. Is this real? Please let this be real. If this is a dream, please let me stay here forever. 

Engulfed in a wave of passion, she pressed her free hand against his chest, her manicured nails gently grasping at the fabric of his shirt. Her head was swirling, her stomach churning as he cupped her face in his hands, their intimacy growing with each moment that passed by. He could hardly think straight, all he could focus on was her. The intoxicating scent of her perfume that had him feeling faint, the sweet taste of her lemon flavored lip balm, her soft skin caressing his; every thought he had was about her. It was always about her. 

He didn’t break the kiss for a second, he pulled her into him, his arms hooking around her and lifting her up as he rose to his feet. He smiled as she giggled into the kiss, humming softly against her lips. Matt felt her legs hook around his waist and he prayed that she couldn’t feel his erection pressing against her. He carried her swiftly to his bedroom, blindly shutting the door behind him with his foot. Tossing her onto his bed, a soft squeal escaped her and she looked up at him with her eyes that were sparkling with excitement. Matt crawled onto the bed, moving slowly, almost prowling like a predator, his arms resting on either side of her head to hold himself up above her. “I’m never letting you go again,” Matt mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to her soft sweet lips. 

She brought her hands up to his messy hair, tangling her fingers in the soft waves. “Don’t,” she murmured back, taking his bottom lip between her teeth. Matt groaned, the blood rushing to more than just his cheeks. He let his head fall into the crook of her neck at the feeling of her thigh lifting, his cock aching under the fabric of his thin pyjama pants. “F-Fuck, don’t do that.” He bit softly at her shoulder, sloppy open mouthed kisses trailing down to her collarbone. “I…I won’t be able to control it.” 

“I don’t want you to,” she breathed out.

Matt felt her thigh lift again, and he gave in. He rolled his hips, a low growl emitting from the back of his throat. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he grunted against her skin, nipping softly at her neck once more. He felt her fingers tug at his hair and Matt looked up to meet her lustful gaze. “I do,” she argued. Her eyes flickered to his lips, and she licked hers in anticipation. Matt’s dick throbbed, he could feel the precum dampening the fabric of his boxers. You do. You know how long I’ve wanted this because you’ve wanted it to. You’ve wanted me.

Matt’s breath caught in his throat, his brain hardly having the time to keep up with everything that was happening. He gasped as she pushed him off of her, his back landing softly against the mattress. He watched in awe as she hooked her leg over his thighs, straddling his waist, the bulge in his pants being far from unnoticeable at this point. His eyes traced every inch of her body, his mind only being able to process how beautiful she looked. Her hair fell in dark waves over her shoulders, her skin glowed in the soft orange haze emitting from the LED strips taped to his ceiling. Reaching one hand up, Matt gently dragged his knuckle along her cheek. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his fingers delicately tucking her hair behind her ear. His lips connected with hers again, pulling her body closer to his. 

Not bearing the thought of breaking the kiss, Matt blindly fumbled with the drawstrings of his pyjama pants. Sensing the desperation from him, she moved her hands down to his lap to assist his failing attempts. The soft graze of her fingers over his crotch made his cock jolt, his hips bucking forward as a whorish moan fell from his lips into her mouth. Her teeth gently nipped at his bottom lip as she kissed him, her confidence never faltering. Her soft hands slipped under the waistband of his pants. Matt was almost sure he was going to cum on the spot. Her fingers dragged slowly along the dick print in his boxers, and Matt found it very difficult to focus. She was so gentle. Matt could feel the warmth from her palm as her hand cupped him. His lips had trouble keeping up with hers. His mind flooded with adrenaline and dopamine. “I need you,” he exhaled, his nose brushing against hers, lips ghosting over her own. “Please, I’ve needed you for so long.”

She laughed softly. “How do you want me, Matty?”

“Just like this,” he whispered, pressing his lips softly to the corner of her mouth, kissing down to her jaw. He pulled her closer to him, groaning softly as her hips moved against his ever so slightly. “Please, I wanna see you. I wanna watch you,” he mumbled, his lips now pressed to the underside of her jaw, sucking softly at her skin. He dreamed of this for years; kissing her, marking her, letting everyone know that she was his. 

She gasped softly, her head falling to the side to allow Matt access to her neck. The softest of whines fell from her lips, doing nothing to ease Matt’s excitement. “Pretty, pretty girl,” he hummed, his voice coated thick with desire. His teeth nipped at her soft skin. His hands ran up her sides and swiftly over her chest. His fingers trembled as he hesitantly let his hands rest on the plush of her breasts. His breath felt hot against her skin, his rhythm faltered slightly. He stopped for a moment to admire her, looking up to meet her gaze. Matt swallowed his nerves, panting softly from the pure sensual intimacy. It was the furthest he had ever gone and it was driving him crazy. Twenty years old and it was the first time he had held a woman this close to him, the first time he had ever felt the weight of a woman’s breasts in his hands, the first time he had ever left a mark on someone. 

She could tell that he was nervous; she found it cute. His inexperience, his shy demeanor, his soft touches. It was driving her crazy. Her hands came down to rest on top of his, and almost immediately he went to pull away. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, but was shocked when she grasped his wrists, bringing his hands back to her chest. His dick ached in his boxers, a feeling he was all too familiar with when it came to her. She closed the gap between them, leaning in and kissing him once more. His hands were steady now, his confidence boosted. A wave of courage surged through him, his hands squeezing her soft breasts as he kissed her. She hummed against his lips, a sound that he was still learning to get used to. 

His fingers tugged at the fabric of her shirt. “Please,” his voice muffled against her lips, afraid that if he pulled away it would all disappear. She didn’t need him to say anything more though, and she pulled away from the kiss for a moment, just long enough to pull her shirt off over her head and toss it blindly onto the floor of Matt’s bedroom. Matt’s hands cupped her breasts once again, grunting softly against her plump lips as his fingers came in contact with her bra. “You couldn’t make this easy for me, huh?” he breathed out, looking up through his enviously long eyelashes at her as his hands snaked behind her. She giggled softly, her own hands holding his shoulders to keep herself steady. “To be fair, I didn’t think we’d end up here. I thought you hated me,” she hummed. 

“I could never hate you,” he repeated her words from earlier, his large hands encompassing her breasts. She whimpered, pursing her lips. “I’ve loved you for too long to ever hate you.”

He pressed kisses to her chest, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Any confidence he had built washed away as the clasp stayed clipped behind her. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried again to unclasp it but to no avail. He huffed in annoyance. “This is fucking stupid.”

“Need some help?” She laughed softly, reaching behind her and swiftly unclasping her bra. Matt ran his hands gently up to her shoulders, slipping the straps of her bra down her arms. He watched in awe as the fabric fell from her chest, revealing her perfect ample breasts. All he could do was stare for a solid minute, admiring her in every way possible. They were absolutely perfect. They were heavy but still somehow perky, her pink nipples hardened under his gaze. He licked his lips. She blushed as he stared at her, not used to the intimate tension between them. “Stop,” she whispered, bringing her hands up to hide her face, her arms covering her chest. Matt’s strong hands grasped her wrists delicately, pulling her hands away from her face. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “You’re just-”

“I know,” she sighed. 

Matt raised an eyebrow, seeing the way her expression changed. “I don’t think you do...” He let his gaze flicker down to her chest once again, a soft moan echoing at the back of his throat, his cock throbbing in his boxers. “Can I touch you?”

She took her bottom lip between her teeth, answering him with a single nod of her head. Her arms fall to her sides, allowing him access to her chest once again. He grazed her chest with his rough fingers, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. The sound she made was like a drug, he wanted it injected into his veins. He softly pinched her nipples, his palms cupping the weight of her chest. She watched him as soft moans fell from her lips, all she could think about was how badly she craved him. How badly she wanted him. Matt lifted her breasts ever so slightly before letting go of them, watching them fall back to their resting position. He reached behind him, tugging the hem of his shirt up over his head. He blindly tossed his shirt to the side, not caring where it landed. Once it was off of him, Matt pulled her body even closer to his, their chests pressing together. Matt cupped her cheek, kissing her hungrily. Their lips moved together passionately, synchronizing perfectly. 

She moaned softly, reaching between them and slipping her hand under the waistband of his pants. “So big, Matty,” she whispered softly against his lips, a shiver running down his spine as the warmth of her hand cupped him through his underwear once again. Jaw going slack, Matt let out yet another sound of bliss. He felt himself aching for her, aching to be inside of her. He needed it. He’d die without it. “I need you, Matt,” she admitted, stroking him at an agonizingly slow pace. His voice caught in his throat as he kissed her, his hands slipping from her waist to tug his pyjama bottoms down. He groaned, slipping his thumbs under the band of his pants and boxers, sliding them down to his thighs. His cock stood proudly, his tip red and swollen as his arousal leaked from his slit. 

She parted from the kiss for a moment, looking down at his lap. Her mouth watered at the sight of his erection. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. He was big, at least seven or eight inches. He kept the hair trimmed and neat. He had the most perfect dick she had ever laid her eyes on. He took his cock in his large hand, stroking himself slowly as she watched him. Matt groaned again. “You did this,” he mumbled lowly. “You make me feel like this. Look at what you do to me.” He panted, coating his shaft with the precum leaking into his hand. “F-Fuck, I’m so tired of my hand, baby. Been wanting you for months.”

He watched as she shimmied out of her own shorts, kicking them off of her and onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes. She sat herself on his thighs, her fingers tracing over her heat through her panties. Matt practically drooled at the sight of her arousal pooling in her underwear. Her fingers circled over her clit slowly, her lip catching between her teeth. Matt fisted at his cock, his gaze never daring to tear away from her. He let out a shaky breath, his hair falling in front of his face, his swollen pink lips parting as whorish whines forced their way out of his throat. “You did this,” she copied. Sliding her nimble fingers over the patch of wetness her arousal had made. He groaned, licking his lips. He watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath she took, her plush thighs pressing against either side of his as she sat on his lap. Matt used his free hand to touch her waist, thumbing at her soft skin. Her eyelids were heavy, her eyes glossed over with desire and longing. 

Matt hesitated. He wanted to move forward, he wanted to continue. His nerves got the best of him though, and he froze. This was real. This was happening. And he had no idea how to move forward with it. Maybe I should have had sex before this, maybe then I wouldn’t be so awkward and nervous. What do I do now? Do I touch her? Do I kiss her again? 

As if she could sense it, she leaned in and kissed him softly. “Don’t think too much, you’re doing great,” she whispered. His heart swelled at her praiseful words. “I’m sorry-” he started, but she stopped him with another swift kiss on the lips. She pulled her underwear down and kicked them off, leaving herself bare in front of him. Matt kissed her back, bringing both of his hands down to her waist. She hummed against his lips, hooking her arms around his shoulders. 

Matt laid back against the pillows once more, pulling her hips toward him. “Let me taste you,” he hummed. “Please.”

She obliged, letting him maneuver her to exactly where he wanted her. Matt’s fingers dug into the plush skin of her thighs, pulling her hips down toward his face. She gasped, feeling the warmth of his tongue delicately lick a stripe up her heat. Her fingers knotted in his hair, her stomach lurching as she took a sharp inhale. A cocky smile tugged at his lips. Matt pressed a supple kiss to her clit, one of his hands sliding up her thigh. He flattened his tongue against her drooling pussy, moaning as her arousal coated his tongue. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced. She was sweet, like freshly picked cherries. Juicy and ripe with flavor. Matt licked another stripe through her folds, circling her clit gently with his tongue. His nose brushed softly against her pelvis. Every breath he took filled his lungs with the sweet scent of vanilla, his head was spinning as it infected his brain, encapsulating every thought of his. He flicked his tongue, earning a sweet mewl of pleasure from her. He did it again, receiving the same rewarding sound in return. 

Matt kissed her clit again, sucking ever so delicately. He felt her squirm above him and he slipped his hands up to her waist, holding her still. He flicked his tongue over her clit again and again, loving the beautiful sounds she made, the sounds that he made her make. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he needed to have her. He pulled her hips down to feel the weight of her on top of him. He shook his head slightly, burying his face between her thighs, his nose brushing against her bundle of nerves as he swirled his tongue experimentally between her folds. She gasped, rocking her hips against his face. Matt groaned, finding the sight above him almost pornographic. He had only dreamed of this moment more times than he could count. He had spent years studying, learning all of the things that women loved and hated. He wasn’t going to ruin his shot with her. 

“M-Matt,” she whined, running her fingers through his messy hair, pushing it out of his face. Matt hummed a soft ‘thank you’ against her, smirking when he got another moan from her in response. “Matty, feels so good,” she sighed, rolling her hips against his face again. He flattened his tongue against her heat. She let her head fall back, continuing to rock her hips to get herself off on his tongue. Matt may have been inexperienced, but he could have fooled her. 

“Please, I want you Matt,” she breathed out. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

Matt pressed a soft kiss to her clit one last time before releasing his iron grip on her waist, letting her lift her hips. She moved back to straddle his waist, Matt reaching between their bodies. He took ahold of his shaft, gently rubbing his tip through her soaked folds. She whined, lowering her hips. Matt groaned as his tip pressed against her entrance, breathing out sharply as it slipped through her folds again. “F-Fuck,” he grunted, his face flushed with heat. He tried again, lining himself up with her entrance. He choked out a flustered moan as it slipped again, his tip sliding over her clit. Matt felt like he could cry, embarrassed by his inexperience. 

“Nice and easy, baby,” she cooed, replacing his hand with her own and lining himself with her entrance once again. She slowly let her hips drop, and Matt gasped as he felt her sink down onto his shaft. His jaw went slack, shaky breaths falling from his lips. Her tight cunt swallowed his cock, a feeling that Matt had been dreaming of for years. He groaned as she took all of him, his hands grasping her waist tightly, fingers digging into her hip bones. “Holy f-fuck.”

“S-So big, Matty,” she exhaled. Matt looked down at where their bodies connected, swallowing the lump in his throat. He moved one of his hands to her lower abdomen, his fingers tracing over the very faint outline of his cock through her skin. “I-Is this supposed to…” he trailed off, pressing his hand softly against her abdomen, earning a high pitched whine from her. She lifted her hips, Matt watching in awe as she sunk back down onto him. 

She kept her pace slow and controlled, her pussy clenching around his cock with each rise and fall of her hips. He panted, desire coursing through him. He had never felt pleasure this satisfying before. Jerking off couldnt even begin to compare to this. He had dreamed of this, of what her pussy would feel like around him. It was even better than he could have imagined. The warmth, the tightness, her sounds. Matt whined, closing his eyes tightly. His head fell back against the pillows. He bucked his hips up, choking out a cry as the pleasure flooded through his body. His muscles tightened, his body trembled, his head felt cloudy. 

Matt took a second to catch his breath, and then he froze. He opened his eyes, looking up at her with guilt ridden eyes. There’s no fucking way…

“Did you just-”

Matt’s ears glowed red with embarrassment. He watched as she lifted her hips, his cock still erect and standing proudly as she raised herself off of him. Matt felt his stomach tighten as his cum oozed from her entrance, sliding down her thighs. He swallowed, his throat feeling unbelievably dry. There’s no fucking way I just came. It’s been, what? Five minutes? 

She looked at him with something in her eyes that he couldn’t describe. Was it disappointment? It had to be.

Matt sat upright, pulling her closer to him. He brushed her hair out of her face, his fingers touching her cheek. “No, no I’m not ready for this to be over,” he mumbled before kissing her hungrily. She let out a surprised moan, her hands coming up to cup his face. He reached between their bodies, lining himself up with her entrance yet again. 

He slipped into her with ease, groaning as he bottomed out almost immediately. He brought his large hands down to her ass, guiding her hips. She caught on, rocking her hips at the pace he had set. She moaned against his soft lips, feeling him fill her up with each slow sensual thrust. Matt lifted her up slightly, rolling both of them over so that she was laying beneath him, never pulling away from her for even a second. He held himself up by his forearms, burying himself deep inside of her. A mix between a groan and a growl escaped his throat, his hips bucking forward again to re-live the feeling. “Such a tight pussy, fuck, I knew you’d be tight for me.” He ducked his head down into her neck, sloppy kisses covering her skin . “F-Fuck, baby. Can’t blame me f-for cumming fast when you feel th-this good.” 

She whined, acknowledging his words though she couldn’t figure out what to say in response. Her head was clouded with thoughts of him. Her body trembled under his touch. She clenched around him with each thrust he made. She bit her lip, trying her best to hold back her sounds, but Matt wasn’t having it. He brought a hand to her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip, gently pulling it from where it was trapped between her teeth. “Let me hear you, princess.”

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, a sight that drove him crazy. He began thrusting a little faster, satisfaction feeding his ego when he heard her moans fall from her lips. “Atta girl, fuck you sound so pretty…look so pretty too,” he mumbled. He sharply bucked his hips forward, a pornographic moan escaping her. Matt grunted, repeating the action in a desperate attempt to hear it again. His hand slid down to her chest, his fingers tweaking her nipple just the way she liked it. He watched in amusement as she squirmed beneath him, whining and panting, a complete mess. 

His hips snapped forward, his reward being another whorish moan. He was obsessed with the way her ample tits bounced and recoiled with each thrust he made. The headboard began to rock into the wall, knocking against it. “I fucking love you,” he breathed out, burying his face into the crook of her neck. He bit and sucked at her skin, marking her with his lips. “You’re mine,” he growled, nipping at her neck. “Say it. Say you’re my girl.”

She nodded, opening her mouth to speak but only the soft sounds of her enjoyment answered him. He grunted, his arm wrapping around her back, pressing her body against his. “Say it.”

“Y-Yours,” she managed to squeak out. “I love you, I-I’m yours,” she replied. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled, thrusting into her again and again, his second orgasm building up inside of him. He felt her clench around his cock, his hips jolting forward. “Want you to cum for me,” he growled, sucking another mark into her skin as he rocked his hips into hers, burying his dick inside of her. 

She whined, reaching down between their bodies to rub her clit, her heart pounding, her blood pumping, her breathing growing rapid and uneven. Matt could tell that she was close, he had watched enough porn to know the signs. He felt a sense of pride, he had worried that he wouldn’t perform well his first time but it was proving to be the opposite. “Say my name,” Matt demanded. 

“M-Matt-”

“Again.”

“M-Mmph…” she whimpered, body tensing up as her orgasm began to wash over her. Matt grunted in her ear, roughly thrusting into her. “Say my name.”

“F-Fuck, Matt!” she cried out, a string of filthy moans following as she reached her high. Her thighs began to tremble, her body flooded with warmth. Matt groaned as she clenched around him again, and it was the last thing he needed to reach his own orgasm. Matt thrusted his hips a couple more times, riding out his high as he filled her with his load, his cum leaking out of her tight pussy and down his shaft. He breathed heavily as he came down from the euphoric feeling, lifting himself up to look down at her. 

She looked up at him with tired eyes, hazy and glossed over with desire. He stroked her cheek, his thumb gently running over her lips. She watched his gaze, no guy had ever looked at her like this before, especially after sex. His eyes held so much love and adoration. “I hope you know I’m never gonna be able to get over you.” 

She laughed softly, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Who said you’d need to?”

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a/n: trust me, im cooking. He didn't tell her the 'awful thing he did' for a reason.

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[n6ptunova]

can u do chris bf headcanons

boyfriend headcanons • chris sturniolo

a/n: ofc pookie!! thank you for the request🫶

warnings: none

- chris would try to act a bit more “chill” and “nonchalant” before you guys date, but once it’s official he turns into the sweetest boy ever. he becomes almost soft spoken when it comes to you and you only.

- he goes to you for fashion advice since he can’t really match clothes. you take him shopping and dress him up in a way that he’s comfortable with but also looks so fine. he might even make one of those tiktoks “my style before and after my gf.” he also loves matching with you for sure.

- speaking of clothes, he LOVESSS when you wear his shirts and hoodies. it doesn’t matter if they’re baggy, tight, or well-fitted on you, he just thinks you look so beautiful in his clothes and he thinks it’s cute how giggly you get and how you burry your face in them admiring his lingering scent. he’ll let you keep your fav hoodie of his too.

- he cannot go to sleep without you. we all know how he’s always sleeping in nick and matt’s rooms, but ever since you got together, he only sleeps in his bed, yours, or the couch but you HAVE to be there or else what else is he gonna cuddle??

- his favourite is when he’s the small spoon laying on top of you and resting his head on your chest (not for that reason but it’s def a bonus) and you playing with his hair till he falls asleep. if he wakes up and you’re separated he’ll whine and cuddle closer to you.

- i think it’s a given that he likes when you play with his hair, it’s his weakness fr. but sometimes when you’re bored you start braiding his hair or trying different hairstyles on him like man bun, piggy tails, space buns or your personal favourite half up half down with some strands falling out. he acts like he’s annoyed when you do this but he melts at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.

- he’ll just be looking up with heart eyes at you focusing so hard to perfect the hair style for him and secretly smiling every time you get excited at how cute he looks and the little kisses you cover his face with. he’s so whipped it’s crazy.

- he’s a part of the sassy men apocalypse idc. being in a relationship with chris is mostly joking around and poking fun at each other. so when he’s in a goofy mood and you shrug him off bc you’re busy or not focused he’ll go “oh so you don’t love me anymore?? i see.”

- “babe literally what’s more important than me rn this is insanity.” you always call each other bro but when hes feeling sassy and you call him bro he’ll say, “are you bro/friend zoning me rn. what the fuck.” and sometimes he doesn’t even respond and just crosses his arms dramatically looking away until you say his name or “babe/baby”

- he takes pictures of things he noted you like before eg. the sky, sunsets, flowers, cats, etc. and sends them to you bc it reminds him of you and he knows how excited you get over them.

- he’s a mama’s boy i stand by that, so it’s important for him that you get along with mary lou, which you do! mary lou loves you so much he starts to get jealous of both of you because you’re “stealing” his mom and you’re spending more time with her that chris starts to miss you.

- i feel like in general chris is a bit touch deprived, like in vids he’s always reaching for his brothers’ hands or resting on them, hugging them, leaning on them when laughing etc. now that he has you, you get all these little touches, playing with your fingers subconsciously, tracing circles on your thighs occasionally squeezing it, rests his arms on your shoulder when you’re standing somewhere, always hugging and kissing you on the cheek, forhead, corner of your lips, and even boops your nose sometimes 😭.

- he definitely is always looking at you with loving heart eyes all the time that fans start to make edits of “the way he looks at you” and you both eat them up.

- when he’s sick he turns into a literal child, you have to baby him or else you’ll never hear the end of his whining and complaining. but it’s okay bc when you’re sick he does the same.

- overall that man is just whipped for you fr and his brothers tease him for it sometimes but he doesn’t care (he literally punches their arm almost every time and tells them to shut up but we move!)

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo headcanon #n6ptunova

[cutephlegm]

haii buddy

could you make headcannons for how the dn guys (matt, mello, L, aiber) would act as your boyfriend? :3

Of course! Also adding Light!

My Death note boyfriend headcannons ⋆｡°✩

Light:

- His love languages are giving gifts and physical touch.

- Will plan date nights to the most expensive restaurants he can find in the area for big occasions. 

- Buys you overpriced jewellery for your birthday/anniversary/Christmas/etc…

- If you’re having a problem, he will insist to help you solve it and do so as logically as he can.

- Likewise, if you were studying, he would help you revise your studies by making flashcards for you.

- Smells like expensive cologne.

- Overexplains things to you if you don't understand them.

- Very passionate about his hobbies/career and makes that known to you by talking about it A LOT.

L:

- His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time.

- Let’s you talk to him about any issues you’re having and listens attentively throughout.

- Enjoys playing chess with you, if you don’t play then he’ll insist on teaching you.

- His grammar through texting is meticulous.

- Tries to help you cut out any bad habits you have, eg; smoking, drinking, etc…

- He loves having thoughtful and meaningful conversations with you, and always asks for your advice on something before he makes a decision.

- He’s very afraid of you getting hurt, makes sure not to include you in any of his investigations for that reason.

- Spends a lot of time working on his investigations, doesn’t get to see you as often as he’d like to.

- When he does see you, he doesn’t enjoy going out, would much rather plan an activity at home.

- Enjoys cooking and baking! Will cook you your favourite meal and bake sweet treats for you to eat while he is working.

- Very keen to learn more about you, often asks you loads of questions.

- Texts you frequently while he is working to check up on you.

- He zones out and thinks about you when he’s running errands/working.

- He sometimes has very strange cravings.

Mello:

- His love languages are acts of service and giving gifts.

- He will take you out on bike rides to abandoned places he finds + you have a few spots you regularly go to together.

- VERY dry texter (Replies to your texts with just y? or k.)

- Buys you WAYY too many gifts, if you tell him you like the look of something he would have bought it for you by the next day.

- Secretly very overprotective over you.

- You’re set as the lock screen to his phone/computer.

- He occasionally pulls all nighters with you.

- Likes it when you surprise him with chocolate + sweets.

- Deep down, he get’s very jealous over you but tries his hardest to hide it.

- Listens to metal + owns TONS of band shirts.

- You bond over the bands and music you listen to.

- Knows how to play the guitar + Learns songs for you.

- Smells like Gasoline.

Matt:

- The chill boyfriend archetype.

- His love language is quality time and physical touch.

- He LOVES I repeat LOVES when you are interested in the same things as him!

- You bond by playing video games and occasionally taking smoking breaks.

- He encourages you to talk about your nerdy interests with him + shares his own.

- Likewise, he makes an effort to learn about said interests when you’re not around to impress you.

- Knows loads of niche internet slang.

- Knows how to code, would code a cute happy birthday message for you.

- He’s very tech savvy, therefore would help you out if you were having a problem with any of your devices.

- If you smoke, he will always light your cigarette for you, especially if you can’t light it yourself.

- He secretly has a collection of rare lighters + rare cigarettes.

- If you were to get into a confrontation with someone, he’d try to diffuse it with comedy.

- He has a soft spot for romcoms.

- He uses emoticons when texting you.

- Takes time out of his day to randomly text you.

- Encourages you to wear his clothes.

- If he sees something he thinks you’d like he would definitely buy it for you.

- You both have LOADSSS of inside jokes together.

- Tries to get on well with your friends.

- Massive night owl.

#death note #light yagami #light #l lawliet #l death note #light death note #mello #mello death note #mail jeevas #miheal keehl #death note headcanons #matt death note #headcannons

[sakufilms]

THE STURNIOLO TRIPLETS HEADCANON

⇢ how the sturniolo triplets would react to you having a nightmare

𓂃 ⋆ 𓈒 masterlist

genre: platonic, hurt/comfort

word count: 0.5k

warnings: nightmares

NICK

you were having a sleepover at the triplets house when it happened, and you decided on sleeping in nicks bed because you and him were always the closest.

the nightmare was horrible, but by the time you woke up, shaking and crying, it slipped from your mind of what exactly the dream was about.

when a hand touched your shoulder softly, you jumped—which was unlike you, you heard: “hey, it’s just me. it’s nick.”

he’d say it in the softest way possible ☹️🫶

hearing his soft voice in the darkness made you feel relieved, and he looked at you worriedly while opening his arms for a hug.

now, let me tell you, nick would absolutely give the BEST hugs.

when you’d fall into his arms you’d feel so warm and safe and loved.

“just go back to sleep. i’ll be right here.”

MATT

you woke up on the triplets living room couch, the horrible nightmare still engraved in your mind as you stood up shakily.

you’d always had a problem with nightmares, but you’d kept it to yourself. you felt a bit embarrassed, to be honest, so normally you wouldn’t tell anybody it happened, and you’d attempt to go back to bed.

this dream, however, was so bad that it was like your mind was on autopilot, and before you knew it, you were standing in front of matt’s door.

you knocked lightly, and he’d open it a few seconds after. he would probably already be awake, to be honest.

the first thing he’d notice would be the way you were holding yourself—you looked smaller, in a way.

“what’s wrong?”

you’d chew on your bottom lip in thought for a moment, deciding if you should tell him. you were already there, so, why not.

“i, uh—had a nightmare.”

matt wouldn’t judge at all either.

“oh, that’s all right. do you wanna stay here for the rest of the night?”

you’d nod gratefully, and don’t tell anyone but matt would secretly be glad you felt so safe with him.

CHRIS

correct me if you think i’m wrong but i feel like chris is the type to be so tired he wouldn’t handle the situation properly??

like, picture this:

you both have a fucked up sleep schedule, at this time you should be awake but you’re not, and you fell asleep in his bed with him sleeping next to you.

you’d wake up, shaking, and the first thing that comes to mind is you need chris’ comfort.

you’d place a hand on his shoulder, shake him lightly until he groans, upset that someone disturbed his sleep.

“chris?”

“what…”

waking people up is literally my least favourite thing ever because i always feel bad, so if you’re like me, you’d hesitate before shaking him and speaking again.

“chris— i had a nightmare.”

his tired brain would mean he’s too tired to really do anything, but not too tired to comprehend what you said.

he’d wordlessly put an arm around your waist before tugging you into his side. “go back to sleep, i’m here.”

had a lot of fun writing this one icl

the sturniolo triplets taglist. @stxrniqlo

#nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets x reader #x reader #headcanon #headcanons #platonic #all my works

[sugartitzblah]

MAYYYYY I MAKE A REQUEST 🤭 …

i’m thinking, im not sure if this is your thing or not but i sooo wanna be bffs with henrietta 😭 could you maybe do something where henrietta befriends a baby bat/goth and they have like a sleepover and listen to goth music and she does goth makeup on the reader and they shit talk their parents and they’re having fun and henrietta adds reader to the goths group chat and send a pic of them and the others are like “woahhh that’s hardcore goth” “congrats on no longer being a conformist”

I LOVED THE STAN AND MEAN GIRL READER SO MUCH I NEED A GOTH NIGHT WITH THE QUEEN OF GOTHS 🖤🖤🖤

THANK YOU REGARDLESS OF IF YOU CHOOSE TO DO THIS OR NOT, XOXO 🖤🖤

OMG HI BBY!! first of all, it’s so good knowing that you liked my newest work, it means the world to me!

i had so much fun writing this, your request was so cute hello!? i don’t know much about goth culture so if you seem to notice something off or disrespectful please let me know to correct myself! i really hope you like this bby, enjoy 🫶

henriatta biggle x fem!reader.

warnings: none, pure fluff!

it was so hard to focus on the way henrietta was talking so passionately about the many subcultures when she was sitting down on your lap, pressing the large powder brush under your eyes to set the almost done makeup she was working on you. she kept talking and talking, your eyes wondering from her eyes to her soft lips, her words becoming nonsense to you, only focusing on the way her black matte painted lips moved. “y/n, are you even listening to me right now?” she asked in her usual monotonous tone. you hummed softly, looking up to her eyes for a brief moment. “sorry, i got distracted,” you nervously laughed while adjusting your position on bed “what were you saying?” the girl with darker hair just rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smile.

“i was briefly explaining the differences between goths and emos. this belt you’re wearing is neither goth or emo, it’s more scene,” she spoke softly while opening her black matte lipstick, leaning closer to your face, the tip of the applicator brushing slightly against your lips. “even though i don’t really like scene fashion, i have to admit that you look good with this belt.” your eyes went wide open because of her sweet words, feeling flustered. “is that so? i didn’t even thought about it when i bought it, i just think it was cute. i still have a lot to learn about… right?” henrietta just nod after your comment, her index finger rubbing slightly your jaw to keep your head in place. “don’t move your mouth to much, i’m going to mess up.” she ordered.

with her thumb finger she brushes slightly the corner of your lips to wipe off the excess. “all done, you look great.” she took the small mirror that rested on her nightstand right next to her bed so you could take a look at her makeup. once you looked at yourself on the reflection of the mirror you gasped in shock and excitement. it was the traditional 90’s goth makeup look and it looked great on you, henrietta was a really good makeup artist. “this looks amazing! you’re so good at this, teach me your ways.” the goth girl just shrugged her shoulders, obviously embarrassed because of your praise that she secretly adored. “it’s whatever, let me take a picture of you to send it to the group chat.”

you slightly nod your head, henrietta bucking slightly her hips to pull away from your lap while you adjusted your position in bed, brushing some strains of your hair behind your ears so that the makeup could be even more visible to the camera. “don’t touch your hair to much, you’re going to mess the hairstyle.” you pushed your fingertips away from your hair once your best friend took her phone to take some flash pictures of you, giggling at the way you posed so silly every time the flash of the camera lighted your pretty features. “you look so good.” a faint shade of crimson decorated your cheeks because of your friend's vague compliment. “i’m sending this pictures to the group chat, they will love your new look.” you peeked trough your friends shoulder, the dim light of her cellphone adorning both of your features as you watched how she sent the images to the group.

the goths (and y/n).

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pete: yoooo, that’s y/n?

michael: finally, you don’t look like a fucking conformist anymore. your makeup looks amazing.

y/n: thanks! henrietta did it for me. ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

micheal: quit those silly faces.

y/n: mean. 🙄

henrietta: leave her alone, she can use those silly faces anytime she wants.

pete: you should let henrietta do your makeup more often, it’s really good.

y/n: of course, she need to teach me how to do my makeup like hers!!

you looked up from your cellphone screen, humming softly the lyrics of the song that played from henrietta’s vinyl. “what was the name of that song?” you asked with a hint of curiosity on your voice as your friend looks up at you for a brief second. “christian woman by type o negative.” she answered your question as you nod softly, standing up from her bed and moving your body lazily to the rhythm of the song, henrietta looking from afar at your body moving from side to side. you looked cute, she thought. “i would usually prefer to talk shit about your parents but i can’t. how would i ever hate the conformists who gave birth to a wonderful girl like you?” you slowed down your movements until you finally stopped moving, staring at your friend in awe because of her sweet comment. “you always caught me off guard with your sweet words, damn.” you said in between giggles.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

#south park #south park x reader #south park oneshots #henrietta biggle #henrietta biggle x reader

[alwaysgold03]

AGTG MUSIC HEAD CANONS

Disclaimer: all of these music recs are from the mid 2000s and before as aftg is based in 2006-2007

Andrew- rage punk kick the shit out of you music. Platform stompers and anti-government yelling. Pretty pretentious. Hard rock/ art rock (tool, deftones, system of a down, queens of the Stone Age, sonic youth, mcr). Fist pumping and lighters waving at concerts with pits (but he doesn’t go into them cause of touching). He’s a headphones kinda guy, doesn’t like playing his music out loud, but will turn it up loud in his car. rolls his eyes at mainstream pop punk but usually knows the most popular songs (I see you saying p!atd sucks and knowing every lyrics to I write sins) Listens to Nicky/Erik’s soft German folk music in secret (taken to his GRAVE) to relax, along with shoegaze prolly.

Neil- casual listener, never used to listen to music when on the run cause it was a distraction and you always gotta be vigilant but Matt gets him into 2000s alt music. He listens on the treadmill usually. He prolly likes the killers. Anything with killers vibes. Prolly likes older 70s rock as well (I saw someone say he would like the song American girl and I liked that). Likes headphones, never has strong opinions on music. Thinks Andrew’s is too loud on most occasions (and Andrew scoffs at him for it)

Matt- mostly likes rock/ pop punk and rap! He likes heavy pit concerts he can slam around in, loud music to run to etc etc. his taste in rap and pop punk is pretty good (prolly like the all-American rejects, OutKast, etc). ALSO. has a not-so-secret love for girl pop because of the upperclassman girls. He DOES know all the lyrics to Britney spears most popular songs and fergalicious. Him and Allison jam out. Likes to play his music out loud and LOVES having the aux cord. Good at people pleasing when it comes to music and can play what everyone likes (as best he can)

Allison- GIRL POP ALL THE WAYYY. Will throw it back to any popular girl artists of the early 2000s (Rihanna, lady gaga, Miley Cyrus, Britney, fergie, kesha, Gwen stefani,) and knows allllll the lyrics. Has no shame plays all her music out loud. Does not care what the crowds want. Will dance with whoever is closest (usually Renee, Matt, or Dan, and sometimes the unsuspecting Neil who ends up being grinded on by someone at least 5 inches taller than him)

Kevin - classical music, the insufferable history nerd (I love you kev). Instrumentals because the foxes are loud and talk enough for him not to need words. Prolly knows the popular radio songs to stay caught up in pop culture if he’s ever asked his favourite song in an interview (cater to the masses). Listens to Jean’s favourite French artists when nostalgic. Charles Aznavour. Doesn’t really listen to music in public and rolls his eyes whenever the foxes turn anything on even if he enjoys it. Will yell at the foxes when they get distracted by a pop song during practice.

Renee- Says she listens to anything because she doesn’t wanna sound rude or start any musical opinion arguments. Usually listens to whatever is on BUT her secret favourite is something like “Lamp”. Favours the softer songs in albums. Sparring to ‘For Lovers’ type thing. Down to listen to Andrew’s heavy shit or Allison’s pop. Always open to listening to new artists but never found a specific favourite. Probably has a playlist dedicated to Disney soundtracks but no one has to know that, nor will they ever.

Aaron- on a s**cide mission listening almost exclusively to rap music. Most definitely got decked for it at least once by Andrew, simply because he was being pretentious and annoying, ended with a smashed CD player after it was thrown out the window. Despises headphones because “they can harm your eardrums” so Katelyn cries everytime he plays his music out loud. + Aaron would start singing along to the rap songs and gets 90% of the lyrics wrong. But also, he has a major soft spot for mcr, and when Katelyn gets into Taylor he listens with her “this is bad” *secretly likes it*

Nicky- Drug of choice: Britney Spears. Absolutely screams toxic, goes feral when Allison dresses up in Britney’s “baby one more time” school girl fit for Halloween. Adores dance music, is never hesitant to show everyone he’s got the moves of a god. EDM and club music reminds him of his time as a bartender at Eden’s but also 80s pop will always get him going. When he’s sad he listens to German folk music Erik has shown him, but it just makes him miss Erik more LMAO. Whenever anyone hears folk music in the dorms, they know Nicky’s moping and needs space. Will often listen to music out loud, but when strolling through campus he’ll have headphones on

Dan- Likes the club songs she used to dance to at the club, reminds her of her friends from home, and will often dance to them with Matt (create better memories). Beyoncé fan, sings her songs in the shower. Prolly gets Nicky obsessed as well. Often listens to whatever Matt likes as well, sometimes listens to songs Allison has shown her. Not really dedicated to a genre, likes everything, but mostly pop/ pop punk. Is very easy to please and can dance to anything especially if Matt is with her (or Allison/Renee)

Jean- French music exclusively.

Jeremy- surfer music LMAO

Wymack- classic rock (pretentious about it too)

Abby- radio music

#aftg #this is all true because I said so #just kidding everyone has different opinions this is just what I imagine #i need to post my playlists on here so bad #andrew minyard #neil josten #all for the game #tkm #the foxhole court #allison reynolds #renee walker #dan wilds #matt boyd #aaron minyard #kevin day #nicky hemmick

[pastafossa]

Can I get uhhhh hc prompts w Matt w hands and Mandy with memory?

Headcanon prompt list found here!

15 - “Hands” with Matt Murdock

Hands are one of Matt’s major ways of connecting with the world, and touch is incredibly important. As such, he takes great care of his hands, sometimes more than any other part of his body. He has a special salve he rubs in every night along his fingertips, to help keep them supple and sensitive, in comparison to his battered, scarred knuckles. As a result, while certain sections of his hands can take a major beating, his fingertips can feel everything—something he secretly takes great delight in, covertly seeking out the feel of anything soft like flower petals or soft skin or silk. His fingertips thus exist as a quiet indulgence, recklessly hidden there just a hairs-breadth away from the violence of his closed fists.

41 - “Memory” with Mando

Were you to ask Din if any of his past bothered him, he would say no — if he were to say anything at all, and not just ignore your question. For the most part, he has a near-ruthless focus on the current moment and whatever task that needs doing, be it a hunt or finding the kid a toy or even slowing his breathing so he can dip down into sleep. He doesn’t allow himself to think too hard, too long about the past.

Maybe because he knows that, if he did, the memories would come more often.

He can feel them sometimes, snapping and clawing away, flickers and flashes behind his closed eyelids like the bright, feverish burst of blaster fire. For a time it was worse when he first picked up the kid, memories of his own time as a foundling dredged up from the darkened waters of his subconscious, ripples spilling over into daylight hours when before they’d only come when he found brief moments of sleep. He thought he’d buried them down deep enough, but apparently not.

And yet he would allow every memory he has, every remembrance of pain and fear, to play on endless loop, if it means one more day with his son. And as those memories are slowly overlayed by newer ones, by better ones, he finds himself thinking that maybe... some memories are worth keeping close.

#Matt Murdock #Din Djarin #Headcanon Prompts #Dardevil #The Mandalorian #Grogu #Hands #Memory #Matt secretly loves to touch all the soft things #Din stifles all memory #until suddenly he has some #that are worth saving

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HWASAN [MYG] 🐉

SUMMARY: Yoongi, the only dragon hybrid to exist, has done a lot to escape the life he has been put into. He killed those who held him just to run away, to have the chance of living a life he’s been longing to have for years. Even after switching continents, they seem to be after him, hunting him. When he meets you, he knows you’re one of them and there’s only one way to survive - to kill you.

GENRE: smut  🐉 angst  🐉 action  🐉 fluff-ish

WORD COUNT: 11k

WARNINGS: enemies to lovers, mentions of murder and blood, violence, Yoongi rides a motorbike, cursing, blowjobs, fingering, Yoongi has claws and fangs, temperature play, his cum tastes different, choking, fighting for dominance, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Yoongi is stubborn but soft, fox hybrid!taehyung and i’m so soft for him

AUTHOR’S NOTE: It is finally here, my part of The Hybrid Collab! I can’t even tell you how excited I am to post this after months of planning. I think everyone agrees with me that the thought of Dragon!Yoongi is too much to handle. I had this idea in my mind for as long as Daechwita has been around now-it just took me a while to write it sksks.

I’d also love to thank  @spicykoreantatertots​ & @yeojaa​ for betaing this fic and helping me with it.  @kimtaehyunq​ Mags, tysm for designing this beautiful banner for me! Also; thanks for listening to my rambling and keeping up with me and this fic. It was so much fun cooperating your Taehyung into it, I love him. :(

NOW LET’S GET STARTED.

Running was all Yoongi had done for months now.  Running away from those he killed.  Running away from those who wanted him to get killed.  Running away from those that held him ever since he was little, that taught him how to fight and kill. Running away from those that made him a murderer. Running away from Kkangpae.

Yoongi hates running (especially running away), but he had no other choice. He had to leave his home country behind and never go back, finding himself a new place to live instead. He should feel guilty,  he regretted all his actions but by now, he only feels relief. 

Kkangpae treated him like a fucking animal, like a worthless pet. He wasn’t treated like any human being should be treated; he didn’t even have a real bed.

All because Yoongi was a dragon hybrid, the rarest hybrid species on earth. 

The lack of volcanoes in South Korea were the reason why Yoongi was highly valuable to the Kkangpae, because active volcanoes were one of the requirements for dragons to get born. As far as Yoongi knows, there’s only one volcano in South Korea: Ch’uga-ryong, a volcano that hasn’t been active for around five hundred years. 

Around that time, the dragon species became extinct due to a natural disaster that Yoongi didn’t know anything about - because he was still sleeping peacefully in his comfortable egg, buried deep beneath the lava. 

Yoongi’s mother, a purebred dragon, died during the catastrophe, and she was not able to protect the egg. Because of this, his body was not able to develop the way it should have. His egg was found hundreds of years later by scientists. They used newly invented technology to develop the preserved egg and mix human genes into it. Shortly after that process was complete, Yoongi hatched.

Yoongi has never met another dragon hybrid in his life. Maybe he was the only one in existence, maybe other scientists created them the same way as he was created. Even if they existed, they’re probably held the same way he was held - captured by some sort of underground gang and treated like shit.

Yoongi hated it, hated the way he wasn’t even a real creature, that he was built instead of born and that he was sold to Kkangpae to be their guard dog. Even though he was a dragon, well he was supposed to be a dragon, those fucking scientists pulled some weird Jurassic Park shit on him. Did humans even believe in dragons? To most of them he was nothing more than a myth, some creature from a fairytale.

Yoongi almost screams in frustration as his memories hit him once again. The night he decided to end it all, to kill everyone he finds comes back into his vision almost every time he closes his eyes. Because hell, he was a great fighter, the best assassin anyone could ever train and he never failed an attempt of murder. Ever since then, his nights are based on either nightmares or hectic rides on his bike, this is why he lives on coffee and energy drinks even though they're too sweet for his taste, they keep him awake. If he stops to sleep, the memories, the dreams will return in full force.

During that time, Yoongi tries not to stop in motels because:

1. he can’t afford them

2. he shouldn’t waste time on sleep if he can spend them driving down the highway on his motorcycle instead, getting as much distance between South Korea and himself as quickly as possible.

As a dragon hybrid, Yoongi has several magic powers that typical hybrids don’t have, simply because his body doesn’t work like other hybrid bodies; he is born a dragon. Most of his genetics are dragon-like even though he’s now trapped inside a mostly human body. The only features that give off his inhuman origin are his eyes, green and purple irises, swirling around like lava, never resting. Some scales are splattered around his skin, but almost all of them are well hidden under his clothes - and Yoongi is glad that he can hide that feature because of the weird looks he would get if he had scales on his face or hands; no thanks.

That, and the fact that he can extend claws from his “normal” fingernails, which is quite useful in fights… and during other situations. 

One of Yoongi’s biggest advantages is the ability of changing his body temperature to the extreme - whether it’s hot or cold. If he wanted to burn you, he could; if he wanted to feel cold as ice, he could do that as well. He used that power a lot back when he was a little dragon, not wanting to be touched by humans that didn’t have his trust - not that any human has ever earned his trust - so he easily increased his body temperature until those who touched him left with blisters all over their hands.

People always think that dragons have the ability to spit fire, but apparently dragon hybrids can't. All Yoongi was able to do was spit acidic saliva with the ability to burn through all kinds of fabric and material (he even melted a spoon once because he hated the soup he had to eat) and whenever he was really angry, smoke would blow right out of his nostrils.

Kkangpae should’ve known better than to train him until he was invincible. Until he was stronger than them, until he was able to ruin them one by one.

It didn’t even take Yoongi an entire night to kill those who had held him his entire life, which made him Kkangpae’s enemy number one. He obviously didn’t get to kill each member, but he managed to ruin the leftovers by killing their boss, his wife and brother. The golden three, no longer golden anymore.

Which meant one thing: running away. Leaving South Korea with nothing but his motorcycle and never, ever, coming back. Yoongi doesn’t know if he will ever get to settle down somewhere or even where to go next, he just knows that he will never be able to come back to where he originated.

He has been in the United States for almost three months now, after secretly hitching a ride on a very disgusting container ship. In the beginning, he didn’t know where his adventure would bring him, but he has seen some beautiful places here. Yoongi even visits some of the biggest volcanoes in the country (he hates the volcanic mountains in Alaska, though, because the air outside is colder than what he is used to and Yoongi hates the feeling of icy air after a nice long nap in the comfortable lava) to spend some time relaxing his sore muscles. He just left his favorite volcano ever, the Yellowstone in the Rocky Mountains, a week ago and he really misses napping there, but if Kkangpae would ever look for him in the US, volcanoes would probably be an obvious spot to check for a dragon hybrid.

Now Yoongi is here in a cute little suburb that he doesn't even know the name of. Small droplets of rain are blocking the view from his motorcycle helmet and his gas tank is on low, so he decides to stop by the next available gas station and grab some hot coffee on his way to the bordering highway. 

Yoongi didn't bring a crazy amount of baggage from Korea, because it's obviously difficult to ride a motorbike with an abundance of luggage. Instead he sticks to a simple black backpack with some clothes, money that he stole from Kkangpae, his phone, and an old notebook he uses to scribble down places he’s heard of during his trip. 

Even though the gas station is quite empty, Yoongi acts out of instinct and pulls his cap lower into his face, hiding his shimmering eyes and starts to fuel his tank, looking around to check if someone has recognized him. Nobody catches his attention, until a girl on another motorbike stops to get some gas as well. Yoongi scrunches his nose, thinking that his bike was the only one in a suburb like this - because to be honest, he spent a lot of money on it, on spraying it matte black (instead of the bright teal it had before he ran away) and a bigger engine. It isn’t one of the luxurious Korean brands, but a MV Agusta F4 LH44, an expensive ass bike that Kkangpae gave him for jobs out of their area.

This girl though, she rides a fucking Kawasaki Ninja, one of the fastest - and most expensive - bikes out there. He only has eyes for her machine, but once she pulls off her helmet letting her messy hair fall over her back and turns around to the gas pump, he inhales sharply.

She’s Korean. She’s fucking Korean and she rides a fucking expensive bike.

To Yoongi it can only mean one thing: Kkangpae. But, would they really send a girl after him, a powerful dragon hybrid? Probably not. The girl hums some unknown melody as she fuels her bike, looking around as well. Yoongi makes sure that she doesn’t catch a glimpse of his eyes as he turns around to pay. 

But the girl is right behind him, he can feel her body temperature on his sensitive skin and as he walks past her, he can smell something vaguely familiar. That’s when he decides to pull off a classic Joe Goldberg, waiting for the girl some streets down the road and follows her as inconspicuously as possible.

The girl comes to a quicker halt than Yoongi is expecting - simply because he didn’t like to stop more often than necessary -, but he’s quick to park his bike and follow the girl into the establishment she walks in. Bread, Sweets and Treats, says the small sign and Yoongi cringes. Who would come up with such a name? Is the owner inspired by this one Korean band that has a track with a similar name? Yoongi shakes his head to get rid of the distracting thought, instead putting his cap back on and stepping into the café.

She is nowhere to be seen, probably sitting in some booth further back, but as soon as Yoongi attempts to stride through the café, the girl behind the counter smiles at him.

“Hi, I’m Yura! What can I get you?”

He really wants to reply with “nothing.” But the smell of coffee lingers in his nose and who would Yoongi be to decline such a chance? “Just one regular coffee, black, please.” 

He pays quickly, just slapping some notes onto the counter as he looks around once more.

“There’s a few empty tables in the back, go and sit down, relax a bit and I will be there with your coffee as soon as possible!”

That finally gives Yoongi the chance he’s been waiting for, strolling through the café to find the mysterious girl and once he has an eye on her, he sits down three tables to her right. She’s on her phone, taking sips of some hot beverage but takes nervous looks around the café from time to time and Yoongi wonders if she has seen him as well.

“Your coffee!” The barista smiles at Yoongi and places the hot mug in front of him. “Are you sure that you don’t want anything else? You look quite tired and I bet some pastries can help with that!”

Yoongi tries to crack a smile, but he knows people are most likely afraid once they lock eyes with him, but it seems like that his eyes aren’t anything that scares the friendly girl as he mutters a soft “I’m fine, thank you.”

He dares to take another look to his left, a silent gasp leaving his lips. There, on her right arm, is a tattoo of a dragon crawling up to her elbow. The symbol of Kkangpae, inked right into her skin. Yoongi’s assumptions were correct, she is one of those bastards and the only reason she’s here must be to kill him. But Yoongi isn’t one to have that, he’ll be quicker.

Patience is key, he reminds himself as he slowly sips his coffee, keeping an eye on that girl as he thinks about that one night again.

Things happen quickly then, the girl stands up and leaves to go to the restroom, but as soon as Yoongi plans to follow her, an elderly lady goes in there as well.

He sighs, pulling off his cap just to run his hands through his hair before quickly putting it back on, covering his eyes as much as possible. The hunter's knife in his boots feels heavy, ready to be used, but Yoongi doesn’t want to make a scene right here. It would cause more trouble than being effective - and he couldn’t find out more about Kkangpae’s plans in the middle of a café. On the other hand, Yoongi can’t risk losing her, that’s why he acts out of instinct once she comes back from the bathroom.

She makes her way past his table, Yoongi stands up quickly to follow her - and once she’s near the exit, he jumps onto her, slamming his full body weight against her smaller frame and smashes her into one of the tables, the wood breaking under their combined weights. His claws are out and he can feel his skin burning up during his rage as he snarls a low, “What’s your name? What are you doing here and where are the others?” at her. 

She must be a tough one though, because even if she’s scared, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she glares up at him. “Why would I tell someone that attacks me in the middle of a coffee shop my name? Fuck, get off of me, you freak! What even are you?”

Yoongi smirks, pushing her even further into the remains of the table. “Min Yoongi, I think I ruined a bit of your family business.”

Now, her eyes widen in shock as she tries to get out of his burning grip around her throat once more. “You don’t have to kill me”, she whispers. “I don’t belong to them. Not anymore. After you killed my father and my uncle, I knew it would be the best to get out of it as well, trust me!”

Yoongi laughs, head thrown back - and it looks kind of funny, because there’s a little cloud of smoke coming out of his nose - before looking back down at her. “I’ve learned one thing in my life and that’s to never trust anyone. Especially not when they’re wearing that cute little dragon tattoo on their arm. Sorry, but I guess you have to die too.”

An annoyingly high-pitched scream causes Yoongi to lose his guard for one second, giving the girl the chance she needs to break free from his grip. "Stop it, please," one of the baristas pleads, trying to calm some of the nervous customers down. Yoongi looks at him for a second, smirking as he sees the obvious features only mouse hybrids have.

The dragon hybrid snarls, showing off some of his sharper teeth as he grips his target again. "Don't you dare make a scene, mousey. It's been a while since I had one of your ancestors for lunch, you know? And I haven't eaten in quite some time." Then, he turns around to the girl. "I'm sorry love, but this situation is getting a bit out of hand." He uses his foot on her chest to keep her in place as he grabs his favorite knife that's been sitting in his boot the entire trip, just waiting to be finally used.

Fate isn't on Yoongi's side today as another one of the baristas yells at him, running past some other tables to get to where Yoongi is standing. Yoongi groans, pressing the heel of his foot deeper into the girl's chest. "You stay there, little one, okay?" She doesn't answer, just grits her teeth to compensate for the ache in her body. The mouse hybrid freezes on the spot, staring at the scene in front of him. Then, Yoongi turns around to the new voice. "What do you want now, I'm busy and I really need to go after this, so would you let me do my job, please?" The irritation isn’t easy to miss, but Yoongi's patience has always been rather low and he prefers to get over this before the rest of Kkangpae arrives as well. "I don't belong to them anymore, fucking hell!" The girl yells once more, nails digging into Yoongi's jeans-clad calf.

“I’m the manager,” the other barista slash manager says, “You have two seconds before I call the police. Get the hell –“ Yoongi gets ready to leave yet another snarky remark as a rather lean looking guy pushes her behind his frame. 

“I’ve heard rumors about your existence, I was skeptical about it – but anything is possible from where you came from.”

Yoongi’s eyes scan the stranger, thinking about how high his chances are to win another fight when he realizes that he’s one of the rarest hybrid breeds, not a regular fox but a canadian marble fox - which are often held for their beautiful fur. He has been living with one of those in the Kkangpae mansion, the fox hybrid was more likely the opposite of Yoongi’s reason to be there: Yoongi was being held to fight, the fox was a lapdog, bought to look pretty in the leader's wife's lap.

The man in front of him has similar ears, grey with black tips and his amber eyes remind him of the old fox as well. Yoongi tilts his head in visible confusion as he locks eyes with the man.

“I’m not one of them, my name’s Y/N! I’ve heard that you killed my father, my uncle and his wife so I used the chance and ran off, I didn’t know I’d see you here as well, Yoongi! Please, just fucking listen!”, the girl, Y/N, pleads with tears brimming in her eyes. 

“Yoongi, is it? Listen. You can’t do that here, I know what you did to those who held you, but this isn’t the right place!”, the fox hybrid chimes in again. Yoongi’s head moves up and down, he doesn’t know who he should listen to, but he came for this one mission: killing Y/N.

“Shut up, all of you!” He screams out of frustration, the knife starting to melt in his hands because of the unbearable heat radiating from his body. Yoongi drops the now useless weapon to the floor, the weight of his boot no longer suffocating the girl beneath him. She coughs a few times, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible, trying to relax her wildly beating heart, but Yoongi doesn’t care about her right now. Instead, he locks eyes with the fox hybrid. “Who are you?” His voice is low, quiet, actually, because Yoongi doesn’t trust it enough to speak up.

“I’m from the Kim lineage”, the hybrid says with raised hands, probably to prove that he’s no danger to Yoongi. “Trust me, I know a lot about our individual histories.” Yoongi breathes through his nose, another tiny cloud of smoke leaving his nostrils as he finally steps back from Y/N. “Kim, as in Kim Jiho? That can’t be it. You’re related to him?” 

He eyes the other man skeptically, not really sure whether to believe him or not. He doesn’t even look at Y/N who’s been standing but not running away yet. 

The other hybrid's answer shocks Yoongi, his eyes widening as he sees the frown on his face, combined with soft ears flopping down sadly. "That's my father."

The woman behind the Kim hybrid whispers something into his ear, causing the man to nod as he looks back at Yoongi, but aIso at Y/N. "Let's just take this outside, we can talk out there." 

Yoongi's eyes flicker between the hybrid and Y/N, then he nods slowly whilst pressing out a low "fine". Just as Y/N starts walking past him he grabs her wrist and pulls her closer, whispering into her ear. "If you try to run off, I'll be right behind you, ready to rip your guts out." As if to prove his point, Yoongi heats his skin up once again, burning Y/N's wrist before smiling sweetly at her and following the fox hybrid out of the café. 

The hybrid, who introduces himself as Kim Taehyung, offers refuge to Yoongi and Y/N at his secret bunker in the nearby mountains. He uses the space to hide during emergencies. It isn’t anything special, it is a literal fox burrow with furniture which totally confirms the impression Yoongi has on Taehyung’s style: simple, yet elegant.

Yoongi is even allowed to eat some of Taehyung’s self grown variety of exotic fruits that he is extremely proud of. He smugly offers a dragon fruit to Yoongi who only raises his brows, a challenging glint to his eyes as he grabs some of the lychees instead and pops them into his mouth. “But you’re supposed to peel them!”, Taehyung screeches, his furry ears twitching in disgust, but Yoongi only smiles and eats one more, swallowing the entire fruit just to see Taehyung’s reaction once more.

“My saliva is acidic, I don’t need to peel them. I’ve been eating worse things, trust me.”

After Taehyung shows Yoongi and Y/N around the bunker (it even included a shower and a functional bedroom), he decides to call it a night and leave the two alone (not without them promising Taehyung to not kill each other, he would “check in the next day” to make sure of it) and heads over to his own little cabin nearby. Once Taehyung leaves, Yoongi pulls Y/N onto the worn out couch to actually sit down and talk.

“Okay, so you say you’re running away from Kkangpae too, right? Why?” Yoongi raises the eyebrow that was cut through by that ugly scar. 

Y/N swallows, trying not to stare at Yoongi’s distracting eyes. “I was born into it, I didn’t choose that life, Yoongi. Just like you I was just a part of their game. I’ve seen people die since I was a kid. I’ve never been allowed to have friends or sleep somewhere else because my father was too ‘worried’ something could happen to me. That’s why one of his coaches trained me in different kinds of martial arts from the time I was able to walk.”

She looks at the hybrid again, shaking her head in disgust.

“Of course I knew what was going on with them, why they were behaving like that and I knew that my father and uncle were the leaders, so there wasn’t any chance for me to get away from it. I tried, really, but once I found out that they got killed... I didn’t know you did it, because the second I heard it, I ran. You can trust me, Yoongi, even though my last name might be occupied by all your prejudices.”

Yoongi listens the entire time, not interrupting her as he tries to understand what she was saying. “I’ve seen you when you were a teen”, he mumbles. “I age differently than humans, but I think you were just around 15 years old when you kicked that one security guy in the balls. That was kind of badass, not gonna lie,” Yoongi smirks at her, eyes glistering mischievously. Y/N rolls her eyes at that. “He liked my dress way too much. One more reason not to wear those weird things at all.” Yoongi hums. “I bet you look great in those, but I do like your leather pants too. Anyways, what leads you to the US? It’s not the most… unusual choice to run away to. Wouldn't a country like Greece or Egypt be better? They must be looking after you too. I tried hiding in volcanoes but it was too obvious.”

The girl shrugs her shoulders, shivering now that the evening starts to settle in. “I don’t know, to be honest. All those countries sound nice and fun, but I don’t speak their language. America is huge, too. I wasn’t planning on staying in this town, but now that I met you, I mean… We could run off together, maybe? I can fight and I know how to use a gun and I’ve heard of your… powers, too. You might know how they fight, but I know how they think. Us teaming up would be useful.” She shuffles around, unsure about how Yoongi would react. 

“Are you cold?” 

“What?” 

This wasn’t the reaction Y/N was waiting for. “Are you cold? You’re shivering. I’ve never used my powers in this way, but maybe I could help you,” 

Yoongi shrugs as he slowly touches her arm and attempts to heat up his own skin in a way that wouldn’t hurt the girl. Y/N flinches at first, but the temperature heating up her body is too comfortable to deny.

“Oh god, this is amazing,” she leans her head against the headrest and closes her eyes. “I haven’t been this comfortable in a while.” 

Yoongi nods, he understands that. The bunker is the first place he might be able to actually sleep. “I’ve been sleeping in volcanoes, like I said, but I haven’t really slept since I left the last one. Not that anyone could come in it and try to kill me, but after two days of sleeping and soaking in lava, it got boring.”

“I wouldn’t even mind bathing in lava as long as it’s this comfortable”, Y/N whispers as she drifts off into a deep slumber. 

Once she’s asleep, Yoongi removes his hand slowly and looks around to find a comforter to throw over her relaxed body. Then he decides that he finally deserves the luxury of a real shower, with real hot water (that he heats up even more), before snuggling into the bed and closing his eyes for at least a few hours.

The next few days went by like nothing, Yoongi and Y/N weren’t really ready to go outside and face the world, so they stay inside the bunker to plan their getaway. They go out twice, practicing their fighting skills and helping Taehyung to pick some fruits (because Yoongi felt bad, he ate the entire mango stash in one night).

This evening, Yoongi prepares some food that he finds in the cupboards, some pasta and a canned sauce that he heats up in his hands, not bothering to put it onto the stove. He’s at the point where he decides that Y/N deserves his trust, that she won’t kill him and he’s pleasantly surprised to have someone like that in his life. 

Y/N steps out of the shower, towel wrapping around her delicate body as Yoongi plates the food on the makeshift table. 

“I swear to you, my muscles are still sore from your training yesterday!” She huffs as she searches her backpack for fresh clothes. “Can I grab one of your shirts? One of us has to do laundry tomorrow, I’m going to ask Taehyung how he’s doing it when he’s out here. But for now, I need something comfortable because I can’t squeeze my tired body in leather pants and a tight tank. So, please, Yoongi?” Y/N smiles her sweetest smile, causing Yoongi to groan out, defeated.

“And what am I supposed to wear tomorrow? My old stinky one that I sweat into during training?” He raises the scarred eyebrow at her as he sits down in front of his own plate, starting to eat already. 

Y/N pouts as she grabs one of his last clean shirts and runs into the bathroom. When she comes back, she’s wearing that shirt - and only that shirt. Yoongi almost drops his fork.

It’s not like those movies where the girlfriend wears her boyfriend’s shirt and it looks cute and stops above her knee, no. Yoongi isn’t the tallest, Y/N’s actually almost the same height as him - with more curves than Yoongi's lanky body. Instead, his ‘oversized’ shirt ends just a bit below her ass. Yoongi would bet that if she bends down, her entire peach would be on full view for him.

“Aren’t you going to wear any pants?” Yoongi mutters. To be honest, he hopes she won’t opt for pants because… he’s just a man and even his dragon instincts think about sex from time to time.

“Is it bothering you?” Y/N asks as she plops down besides him, starting to eat right away as well. 

There isn’t much space between them and Yoongi can see her hardening nipples under the shirt that once belonged to him. He shrugs. “Nah, but don’t come ask me to heat you up just because you’re freezing your ass off again.” 

She quirks an eyebrow. “Would it bother you? Heating me up?” 

“Probably.”

Y/N pouts and turns away slightly after she throws a blanket over her legs, continuing to eat her pasta. “How long are we going to stay here? We planned to leave for Italy, but when? It’s getting colder each day and I don’t like that winter’s coming.”

Yoongi stands up to go and wash his plate, not sure about the answer to Y/N’s question.

“There’s nothing holding us here. We could go and leave tomorrow, but we could also stay for a few more days, try to get enough sleep and take advantage of this bunker. I mean, would we get the chance to have such a perfect hideout again? Let’s use this opportunity for as long as we can.” 

Inside, Yoongi knows that he wasn’t ready to leave just yet. He wasn’t ready to face the world, not ready to be on the run again. “How much money did you take with you? Wherever we decide to stop by next, we should think about a way to earn money.”

 “I left with my card and packed some money from the family’s safe before I realized it isn’t that smart to run away with my credit card that could be tracked. I withdrew some more money and gave the card to a homeless lady,” Y/N shrugs as she dries the plate Yoongi has washed before placing it back into the cupboard. “I think I still have around 10 grand in my backpack, I really don’t know. I didn’t need a lot of money, most of it was needed for gas and coffee.” 

“You’ve been travelling with 10 thousand in cash? That’s kinda stupid. What are going to do if someone tries to rob you? Ugh,” Yoongi can feel the smoke leaving his nostril as he paces through the room, feeling restless out of sudden. 

Y/N giggles. “Are you worried? Min Yoongi, the baddest dragon alive is worried about a girl that grew up with Kkangpae and definitely knows how to protect herself.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose, already feeling his skin heat up - but not in the magical way he’s used to. Nope. Min Yoongi is being shy. 

“You are worried! How cute! Are you sure you’re a dragon and not just a little lizard? One of those that live in the fields and kids go and pick them up to have them as a pet in some shoeboxes?” Y/N steps closer, gently bumping her hip against Yoongi’s before patting his head with a giggle. “Who knew that the bad boy that’s one of the most powerful human beings is getting soft over a girl.”

Enough’s enough. Even though Yoongi never had the chance to fall in love, to be in a relationship or build a real friendship, he has had more than enough experience in other things, having shared ruts and heats with countless other hybrids that has some sort of place in Kkangpae. He turns around, his instincts taking over him.

Puffing out his chest a bit, standing completely straight so he will hover over Y/N, Yoongi steps forward, breath fanning over her face. “Did you just call me a fucking lizard?”

His eyes are going wild right now, the purple and green swirling around even faster than the usual soft flow of colors. He growls, stretching his neck from side to side as he starts to feel his fangs growing, soon poking out of his lips. 

Y/N smirks, tilting her head to the side, looking up innocently at the fuming dragon in front of her. “Too bad you can’t change forms, huh?” She doesn’t even get to add another snarky comment to her sentence as Yoongi’s body presses her against the rough wall, his shirt sliding up her body as he cages her in.

“You’re acting like an ungrateful bitch, Y/N. Even got to wear my shirt like you’re someone that actually means something to me, yet you’re being bratty and annoying. I don’t hesitate to get rid of people that act up on me, you should know that by now.” 

His hot breath fans her face and Y/N tries her best not to squirm under his intense glare. Then, she smirks. “You wouldn’t kill me.” 

“Mhhm, you’re right, I wouldn’t. Still, you’re being bratty and I don’t appreciate such behavior.” Yoongi looks at Y/N, eyes still intimidating her. 

“What are you going to do about it? Spank me?” She laughs, knowing that situations like this only happen in those new adult novels, not during an escape.

“I should, but maybe you won’t be able to keep up with it. In the end, you’re just human whilst I’m nothing more than a cute little lizard, huh?” Yoongi looks at his hands, claws forming where his fingernails once were. “I don’t remember lizards being able to hurt you, though. Wanna try?” His smirk is dangerous, but so alluring that Y/N just nods, not knowing what the night will bring for her.

Once they move to the makeshift bedroom, Y/N’s knees start to get weak. Yoongi feels the change in her aura, smirking to himself as he stops right behind her, hot breath blowing on her neck. 

“Is there anything you don’t like, Bambi?” His fangs gently poke the juncture of her neck, not enough to actually draw blood but to make her twist under his touch.

“I don’t think so, I mean… I guess I like… Yoongi, can you stop that for a second, please?” She turns around in his grip, cheeks blushing and lips parted. Yoongi cooes.

“This turned on already? Can’t even form sentences? Alright, I’ll sit down then and you’re going to tell me what I’m allowed to do to you,” Yoongi smirks as he slumps on the mattress, manspreading to give Y/N the best view of the bulge in his pants.

Y/N rolls her eyes and sinks down between his legs, a dangerous smirk now lingering on her lips. “Maybe I’ll just show you what I like and you can take over from that? Figured you’d be one that prefers to be in control. I’ll go by the traffic light system if I’m not okay with anything - or I’ll kick you in the balls, so don’t worry.”

Yoongi doesn’t even bother to answer as Y/N presses her mouth against his clothed dick to kiss it lightly. His hips buck slightly as she wraps her lips around him and starts sucking on the side of his bulge through the fabric. She smiles as his cock grows harder under her lips, but Yoongi is quick to pull her off. “I really appreciate your effort but are you down there to drool all over my pants or are you going to suck me off? I promise you my dick is human, not one of a lizard.”

She pouts, playing with the hem of his joggers. “Where’s the fun in that? But fine,” Y/N rolls her eyes and pulls them down slowly, her nails gently scratching the skin of his stomach while doing so. As the waistband of his pants go past his cock, she is not even surprised that Yoongi isn’t wearing any boxers underneath them. 

“Predictable,” she mutters mostly to herself, but Yoongi grabs a bunch of her hair to push Y/N back on his, this time naked, length. 

It costs her a lot of self control to not retort him with a snarky remark, as she continues to remove his pants slowly. Yoongi growls, but she just smiles up at him and grabs his heavy dick to stroke it two, three times. Then, she leans down to gently lick his balls, still not using her mouth on his dick.

Yoongi twists and groans, trying his hardest not to grab her and shove his entire length down her throat until it’s sore, but this woman is testing his patience. One of his hands is still on the back of her head whilst he uses the other one to lean back a little, just to get a better view.

“Are you done playing now, Petal?” Yoongi’s grip on Y/N’s hair tightens, his claws digging into her head - and Y/N can’t keep in the silent mewl that leaves her lips at the burning pleasure. “Be a good girl now, will you?” His voice is almost alluring her to do as he pleases, but Y/N wouldn’t be herself if she follows his orders. 

Their eyes meet and Yoongi has to admit that she looks perfect. Even though she isn’t wearing any make up right now, hair still damp from her shower and eyes already clouded with lust, he wouldn’t want any other person to be in her position right now. 

She stares at his cock again, her own panties dampening at the thought of having it inside her. Y/N’s tongue pokes out to play with his tip, tasting him and getting a feeling for the heaviness on her tongue as Yoongi pushes her down in one swift motion. A gurgling sound escapes from Y/N’s throat, but she does her best to swallow his huge length, using her fist to stroke whatever can’t fit. 

“Oh, shit,” Yoongi groans and throws his head back while trying to keep his eyes on Y/N at the same time. Her eyes are closed, lips beautifully parted around his cock and saliva already drips down her chin, even though Yoongi hasn’t even really moved by now. “You’ll let me fuck your mouth, right, angel?” 

She nods as good as she can with a mouth full of dick, looking up at the hybrid in front of her. Yoongi hisses as he pushes his hips forward, losing himself in the feeling quickly as his thrusts get faster and sloppier. The sight of Y/N not only sucking him off but also wearing his shirt sends him close to edge quickly.

Y/N pulls off to take a deep breath and to wink at Yoongi before sinking down again. 

"God, you're so good, Petal. Wanted to fuck that bratty mouth for so long now. Imagine your father seeing you like that, he'd die from the shock, his little princess on her knees to please the housedragon." 

She moans at his words, fingers sIiding under her, Yoongi's, shirt, but the man is quick to grab both of her hands to cross them behind her head. He grabs her wrists as he plunges himself down her throat once more before he spills his hot load into her mouth with a loud growl a bit of smoke that comes out of his nostrils.

As Y/N pulls off, her eyes show the disbelief she must be feeling. "You… You taste like…" 

"Cinnamon?", Yoongi smirks, his eye color now much calmer than before now that his inner dragon is somewhat sated - for now.

“Yes, I was expecting anything, a double penis, maybe some weird forms or scales, but not cinnamon flavoured cum. Not that I mind, though. Tastes like that gum I used to have when I was still in school.”

Yoongi hums, stepping out of his pants now that they won’t be used anyways, his shirt following too.

“Now it’s your turn, petal. Let me see you,” he gestures with his fingertip, swirling in a motion for her to turn around, finally giving Yoongi the view that he had been curious about ever since Y/N came out of the bathroom with his shirt on. She isn’t wearing one of those expensive lingeries that are nothing but lace, no. Expensive, yes. A sporty looking string is disappearing between her round buttcheeks, the rather thick waistband of it covered with the Versace logo. Yoongi hums, that’s definitely what he had expected Y/N to wear, it looks comfortable but still seductive.

Y/N smirks over her shoulder, lifting the hem of her shirt teasingly but letting it fall down again to cover her butt. “Maybe you need privileges to undress me, Min. I mean, I’m somewhat of royal blood, aren’t I?” She gracefully sinks down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck.

A chuckle leaves Yoongi’s lips as he tilts his head. “Do you want me to call you princess now? Because I didn’t know you were into that. Does babygirl also do the thing for you? I bet your blood’s blue too, I’d love to see that.” 

Yoongi traces his finger tip over her thigh, his claw teasing the soft skin there and Y/N’s eyes follow it curiously. He presses down a bit, just enough to break the first layer of skin and draw a little bit of blood - enough to prove both of them that Y/N’s blood isn’t blue. “Oh, too bad, not a real princess,” Yoongi pouts. 

Y/n raises her eyebrow. “Did you just cut me?” 

“It’s not a cut, just a little… poke?” Yoongi wipes over the blood before bringing his finger to his lips and licking the drop off with a smirk. “Doesn’t taste royal to me, rather muddy. But maybe that’s what you get from living with Kkangpae for so long. Guess mine tastes like dirt too.” 

Y/N laughs, not even shocked about the fact that Yoongi seems to  be bothered about her blood on his tongue. The melodic sound of her laugh makes Yoongi smile too, an actual, honest smile that shows all his teeth and fangs, causing Y/N to coo. “And suddenly you don’t look scary anymore.”

Her eyes wander down his body, inspecting every inch, maybe to find something more dragon-like, maybe to just remember the skinship for much longer. “Oh,” She breathes out, “You’ve got scales.”

Yoongi looks down at his stomach where some scales are shimmering in the bedroom light. “Yes, I do have scales. I’m a dragon, remember?” 

And to Y/N, they’re beautiful. They’re not huge, not as dry or disgusting as lizards look like, no. Those scales must come from a line of beautiful dragons. They match his eyes, shimmering purple and green whenever they hit the light. But they’re not only on his stomach, they are also winding around his sides and up his back. 

Y/N’s fingers follow them as she orders Yoongi to lay down on his stomach to get a full view of them. 

The scales grow larger on his shoulder blades, probably where his dragon wings imaginely would be and Y/N can’t help but kiss the rough texture. Goosebumps erupt on Yoongi’s entire body, skinship like this was never a real thing for him. 

“Feels good,” he whispers into his arm, slightly ashamed. Y/N continues to pamper his skin in kisses and licks, biting the rougher areas here and there until Yoongi grows impatient and turns them around, growling playfully. 

“Like I said, my turn now.”

Yoongi always has a thing for taking his time to please his partner, he isn’t one for quick fucks without foreplay. So, he kneels between Y/N’s parting legs, palms caressing the smooth skin that is covered in a few fresh cuts and old scars from practicing her fighting skills, but Yoongi definitely didn’t mind them. His shirt has moved on its own, not even covering her panties anymore but ending somewhere above her belly button by now. As soon as his fingertips glide over the curve of her hips, Y/N shudders with a quiet mewl. “Yoongi.”

“Mhm, ‘m here, you look so good, Petal,” Yoongi whispers while kissing her ankles, her calves, and the sensitive area of her inner thighs. “Truly like a flower. You know that there’s a flower called Dragon’s Breath? It’s bright red and can survive in the heat like a champ, even their leaves are red. But I don’t think it’s scent comes close to yours,” he hums in front of her clothed core, tongue poking against the wet spot on the fabric. “Bet you taste even better, Petal.”

“Yoongi, please,” Y/N whines, getting rid of the shirt by herself, the heat simmering inside her body is almost overwhelming. Yoongi looks up from the space between her legs, eyeing the swell of her breasts with a growl, muttering compliments again and again. He sits up the slightest bit to gently remove her panties - claws nowhere to be seen by now, even his fangs are gone and Yoongi’s just Yoongi, even though the arousal is visible in his eyes again. 

He lies down, cock rubbing against the rough sheets causes him to hiss quietly, but his mind is somewhere else within seconds. How couldn’t he with Y/N’s soaking core in front of his face? 

She can’t see his mischievous smirk as he swiftly controls the temperature of his skin, cooling down his fingertips as he slowly and teasingly traces her folds. 

Y/N yelps. “Yoongi! Shit, what’s that?” 

Yoongi laughs, holding up his unoccupied hand to her face, showing her how cold his fingers are by holding them against her cheek whilst the other hand works magic on her clit. 

“Unbelievable. Warn me the next time,” she mutters as she sinks back into the pillows. 

Yoongi’s hot breath fans the sensitive area before he broadly licks right across the flesh, enjoying the way her body jumps out of surprise again. “Oh, oops.”

Then, he finally pushes one finger in, tongue pressing right against Y/N’s clit as he starts doing what it feels like he was born to do. Yoongi eats her out with no mercy. Ignoring her squirming body and needy whines, he only concentrates on the places that bring the loudest moans out of her, massacring those until she’s close - to stop with a smug smirk. 

Y/N could reach her high by just looking at his face, red and breathless, but also wet from her juices, lips glistering in the light. Two of his fingers are still inside her, teasing her G-spot just as his lips start sucking the life out of her clit again. 

Y/N’s hands are buried in his chaotic mess of hair, pulling on it but also pressing him further onto her core until his tongue slips inside her as well. She doesn’t warn him, too scared of missing another orgasm, but Yoongi also doesn’t look like he’s about to stop this time, eager to pleasure the woman underneath him. Y/N screams as she reaches her high, hips bucking up from the bed, Yoongi’s head going with it, just so he can make sure that every second of her orgasm will be remembered forever.

He kitten licks her folds as she calms down; stroking her thighs, kissing her stomach while whispering praises. “Fuck,” she rasps out, her stomach still heaving heavily. 

Yoongi crawls up next to her with admiration in his eyes as he leans over to kiss Y/N for the first time. She can taste herself on his tongue, but who cares? The kiss is more gentle than Y/N expects. Yoongi seems to be switching moods from hungry to loving within seconds, but that’s probably his inner dragon wanting to devour her whilst Yoongi just wants to take his time to make the night special. Y/N is the one to pull away, looking at him with dark eyes. “Get inside me, please.”

The hybrid smirks, tilting his head as he asks “How do you like it?” 

“I’ll show you,” she remarks as she pushes Yoongi to lay flat on his back. She climbs into his lap and sinks down onto his cock in one abrupt motion without even bothering to tease him. 

The pleasure is overwhelming; Yoongi stretches her so, so good and Y/N feels so, so warm and tight around Yoongi that he loses all of his control over his body. His eyes are bright purple now, pupils forming into slits that remind Y/N more of a snake than a dragon. His skin burns up, almost too much for her to bear, but the hissing noises Yoongi releases are enough to hold on through it. 

“Fuck, sorry, wait a second,” Yoongi tries to push her off so she can cool down a little bit, but Y/N just shakes her head. She shushes him with a gentle kiss, careful of the fangs that now poke out between his lips again. “Don’t hold back, it’s not hurting me. Be yourself, Yoongi. I trust you.”

Yoongi curses under his breath as he tries his best not to move, letting Y/N adjust to his size and the circumstances of his inhumane origin. He’s never fucked a human, and even though they’re not that much different from hybrids he knew that he didn’t want to hurt her. 

“It’s not only the temperature,” Yoongi groans, “I tend to bite and mark my partners. I don’t know how your body would react to it, though. I sometimes say or do things that my human side would never say.” 

Y/N smiles at him, fondness blooming in her heart as she starts swaying her hips slowly, not breaking eye contact. “Like I said, Yoongi, I trust you. I’m sure that you’re inside your inner dragon, that you won’t hurt me and even if I tell you to stop; you’d be able to. Now, c’mon, don’t tell me you’re getting all shy while your dick is inside me?” 

She tilts her head with a playful smile as her hands glide down Yoongi’s toned chest, teasing his perky nipples and playing with his beautiful scales. It was still hard to believe that the rarest, most powerful hybrid was right here with her, laying underneath her, sharing this moment with her.

“Now come on, Yoongi, wake up the dragon and give me what you’ve promised.”

Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice, hands landing a firm grip on Y/N’s hips as he plants his feet firmly on the mattress before quickly pistoning up inside her. Y/N cries in pleasure, but Yoongi almost doesn’t hear it, too lost in the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. He’s still trying to be careful, keeping his claws under control so he won’t actually tear her apart. 

“‘m gonna make you cum so good, Petal. So, so good.”

Then, he flips them around in one swift motion, hovering over her frame as he looks down at her like only a predator could. “Mine,” he snarls as he licks into Y/N’s mouth, hips moving slowly but so powerful that her body pushes up into the pillow with each thrust. “Say it, Petal. Say you’re mine.”

Yoongi grabs her face so she can’t break eye contact - not that she would, who could look away from such eyes? They’re hypnotizing and Y/N is sure that she will do just about anything for him right now.

“I’m yours, Yoongi. It’s just you and me right now,” she breathes out as she grabs his hair, pulling his head closer so she can connect their lips once more.

Yoongi’s hips start to stutter, his orgasm approaching, but he didn’t want it to end just yet. Of course, dragon stamina is different, but where would be the fun in that? Orgasm control and denial is a thing that Yoongi enjoys here and there, teasing himself whilst masturbating, not letting him or his partners come and delaying their pleasure for as long as he possibly can. That’s why he pulls out quickly, leaving Y/N’s core clench around nothing. 

“The fuck, Yoongi?” Y/N whines and glares at the man in front of her, eyeing his sweaty body.

He laughs and presses a quick kiss to her lips before he sits back on his heels, staring at her body as well. Her chest is heaving, fine pearls of sweat dripping down the space between her breasts and her legs are slightly shaking - all of that is enough to boost Yoongi’s confidence as he quickly pushes two of his fingers inside her, pumping them at a rapid pace. His teeth - and fangs - nibble on her nipples, pulling them slightly, almost crossing the border of comfortable pain as he fingers her through her second orgasm of the night. 

“Do you want to kill me?” Y/N sighs as she catches her breath, knowing that Yoongi is not done with her for tonight. 

He laughs again, fangs shining in the light and tiny droplets of sweat fall out of his hair as he shakes his head. “I could, but where would be the fun in that? Or are you one of those girls that like the thrill of almost being killed? I could choke you if you’re into that.”

“Oh, I am into that, but not after orgasming two times and knowing that there will probably be two more coming. Is that one of your kinks? Choking?” She tilts her head in an adorable way - too adorable for the position she’s in right now. 

“Mhhm,” Yoongi hums whilst tracing the sensitive skin on her stomach. Y/N jumps slightly, shooting Yoongi a playful glare before quickly jumping onto him. She sits down on his abdomen, leans over and closes her hands around his throat. “Do you like being choked too?” 

“Can you handle me fighting back against it?” The challenge shimmers in Yoongi’s eyes, knowing that Y/N is nowhere as strong as he is, but he loves playing. He doesn’t mind if she wants to be on top, he enjoys losing control once in a while, but his dragon usually hates it, fights against it.

Y/N loosens the grip of one hand to slowly rake her fingernails down his chest, leaving visible lines. “I’ve never said no to a good fight, Yoongi.”

The hybrid growls, hands balling to fists as Y/N tightens the grip on his neck once again. 

“This is so hot, you’re so hot,” He whispers, eyes closed and lost in the feeling.  

Then, Y/N lines herself up with Yoongi again and sinks down slowly, gasping slightly because the stretch is still there, but it feels so good. “God, move, please move,” Yoongi rasps and who would Y/N be to deny him such a thing? She uses both of her hands to sturdy herself on his chest whilst quickly bouncing up and down his cock. The noises that Yoongi makes are music to her ears, he’s usually so quiet, but now he doesn’t even try to hide the pleasure he’s feeling.

He groans, grunts, hisses and even moans whilst his hips buckle up to meet her thrusts. “Fuck, I’m going to breed you so well. You’re mine, Y/N. Gonna be my mate, huh? Gonna carry my chicks, all beautiful and round.”

Y/N’s eyes widen at Yoongi’s confession, but she can’t deny the arousal that floods through her body with his words. “Yes, Yoongi. Fuck, yes, breed me.”

By now the biggest roar leaves Yoongi’s chest as he pushes Y/N off, to grab her hips and position her on all fours in front of him. A harsh slap lands on her ass as he pushes in again, pressing her face-down into the pillows. “I will, Petal. You could never want anyone else after being mine. Nobody else. Just me.” 

His hand finds its way into her hair, wrapping it around his wrist as he pulls her head back, having her at full mercy. 

They’re both a loud mess by now and Yoongi is fucking thankful for the bunker, because imagine if they’d go on like this in Taehyung’s cabin instead - the entire forest would be able to listen to them. 

It’s gross and sweaty, wild and not gentle, but both of them enjoy it way too much. 

Y/N can’t even warn Yoongi before her third orgasm washes through her body and the tight clench combined with her sinful moans sends Yoongi over the edge too - spilling his thick load into her with one last thrust. 

“Shit,” he groans as he collapses on top of her, pressing kisses all over her neck. “You were so good, Petal.” 

Y/N smiles, nuzzling back into him and closes her eyes to enjoy the comfortable post-sex silence. Yoongi hums quietly, giving the two of them time to cool down - he helps her by reducing his body temperature again -, then he pulls out. “Ew,” he mutters as his cum gushes out of her. 

“Creampies are hot whilst you’re still busy with fucking, but afterwards it’s just a gross mess. Wanna take a shower?”

Y/N’s way too lazy to shower right now, she’d die for a hot bath but the bunker didn’t give her any chance to fulfill that dream, so she just nods. “Mhm, yes, but you’ve got to carry me, you big lizard.”

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows before sighing in defeat. “Guess I’ll need to show you my dragon once again.” He lifts Y/N up easily and carries her towards the bathroom, just to have her at his mercy once more. And this time, Y/N doesn’t argue about him being a true dragon. 

Days and nights go by quickly whilst Yoongi and Y/N grow closer each passing minute. 

They spend their days together training, teaching each other self defense tricks and talking about which places they want to travel to next. 

They do sleep together now, not fighting over who will get the bed and who will have to stay on the couch. Some nights are a bit colder, which gives Yoongi the opportunity to hold Y/N close to his chest while slowly heating himself up to a comfortable temperature to sleep in. In general, you could say that Yoongi and Y/N act like a couple - though they don’t talk about their feelings right now.

Yoongi has never been in love and neither has Y/N, Kkangpae hasn't given them any chance to find a suitable partner to spend their lives with. So how would they know if love is what they are feeling?

What Yoongi does know is that he’d protect Y/N with his life - and vice versa.

Cuddling on the couch has become a thing for Y/N and Yoongi and he hates being unsure about the whole situation, he didn’t want to label them, but he is itching to know what’s going on between them. So one evening after dinner, he blurts out “Are we in a relationship? Like, are we a thing now?” 

Y/N jumps slightly in Yoongi’s embrace and looks up at the hybrid, unsure. “I… don’t know? I guess you could say so, we do a lot of couple things, I mean last night when you ate my..-” 

“Oh, yes, I remember. That was fun!” 

Yoongi smirks at the memory of last night’s bedtime adventures, Y/N trapped underneath him, her legs wrapping around his head as he ate her out slowly and teasingly, before he just pulls her on top of himself to sit on his face. Now he has not only her pussy in front of him, but also her ass - and what kind of man would Yoongi be to not use this opportunity?

“I mean, I would… I would like to be in a relationship with you, Yoongi. I trust you, I really like you and I feel like we’ll be spending the rest of our lives together anyway,” Y/N looks at her hands and bites her lip in anticipation, fearful about the man’s answer.

“That sounds like you’re choosing to date me just because I’m the only man around you, Petal.” 

He gently grabs her face, giving her no chance to break the eye contact. This time, the green in his eyes is more prominent than the purple - a rare sight, but Y/N is still in awe. “I want you to choose me because you actually like me, Y/N. Not just like, but maybe even love me. I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, there can’t be love between us for now, but I can say for myself that I am really close to loving you. I want to spend the rest of my life running away with you, not just because I have to.”

Y/N pouts, eyebrows furrowing as she looks at Yoongi. “I didn’t mean it like that, Yoongi. But if you’re asking this charmingly, yes, I’d like to date you too, you big baby.” Yoongi growls playfully, showing off his fangs - which he knows that they don’t scare Y/N at all, but he’s proud of them, so he shows them off here and there - and pressing a gentle kiss onto her lips. 

Feelings change kisses. Kissing somebody that you’re now dating is even better so the new couple spends minutes kissing each other carefully and lovingly. Yoongi is just about to get Y/N on his lap as the door bursts open and an out of breath looking Taehyung stands in the living room.

“Yoongi… They’re here… Rats, but they smelled weird,” the hybrid pants as he looks at Yoongi. 

The dragon just stares at Taehyung intensely, before nodding. “Thanks, man. Really. For your help, for letting us stay here, take care of yourself, okay?”

All of them know that it’s now the time for Y/N and Yoongi to leave, not coming back ever again because Kkangpae would always have their men here from now on. 

“Thank you, Tae,” Y/N bows slightly with red cheeks, still embarrassed that they got caught. 

“Good luck, guys.” Taehyung sends them a hurt smile, knowing that he and Yoongi could actually be friends if their lives were different, but now it was time to say goodbye so Taehyung turns around and leaves as quickly as he came.

Yoongi sighs as he stands up and starts gathering their things. “Time to pack. You’ll do the bedroom and I’ll collect our stuff from here, okay? I think the next stop will be South Africa, it’s a long trip but it’ll be worth it, Kkangpae would probably never search for us there.” 

And so, they do end up in Kenya almost two weeks later, the US long forgotten as their lives go on. 

The trip is actually fun, Yoongi and Y/N riding on their motorbikes - Yoongi is even allowed to ride hers for a short amount of time - taking the ferry instead of the plane and sleeping at random places in the countries they passed.

Kenya is beautiful, the temperature is perfect for Yoongi and he finally gets the glow a true dragon should have. He doesn’t look as pale anymore, random scales growing here and there on his arms and neck and Y/N has never found Yoongi to be more beautiful. He seems truly happy.

The couple even started to go out, visiting different National Parks and trying to find some volcanoes for Yoongi. Y/N knows that she could never go near an active volcano, but Yoongi swears that he needed them at least once every two months to keep his dragon alive - though Y/N thinks he wants to take a long nap in the lava again.

During their time at the Masai Mara National Reserve they met another hybrid, a rare persian cheetah by the name of Hoseok. He greets them with open arms and is friendly enough to show them around. 

Hoseok also gives them a perfect description of how Yoongi would find the only active volcano in South Africa on Marion Island. That’s where the couple is right now, Y/N swimming in the turquoise water around the island whilst Yoongi takes, to no surprise, a nap in the lava. 

They’re genuinely happy, living more relaxed and peaceful than ever before and once Yoongi wakes up from his nap and sees Y/N still swimming around, playing with little fish and looking as beautiful as ever, he just knows that he made the right decision. She’s the one he wants to spend his life with, have kids with and die with.

They have a good feeling that Kkangpae won’t find them here. This can be their home from now on. Though, they wouldn’t mind the chance to discover more of the earth, travel around and meet new people. 

But South Korea isn’t on their list, that’s for sure. 

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[fand0m-obsess3d-g33k]

Secrets and Seduction (Tammy x Reader)

Summary: You’re asked last minute to babysit for Tammy when some unplanned events take place which leads to an even more unexpected situation. You’re long awaited dream is about to become a reality.

Words: 3,348

Warnings: NSFW (just cunnilingus)

Author’s note: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is my first shot at writing anything smut related so please comment or message me any feedback! It’s much appreciated!!! Also I just wanted to extend a thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged Confessions with Cordelia, it really means a lot. I’m done talking now, enjoy darlings! Mwah!

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It was Saturday afternoon when you received a text from the docile blonde who was secretly the subject of most of your thoughts these days. You knew it was wrong especially since you were quite a bit younger than her however, ever since Tammy’s inconsiderate asshole of a husband left, you couldn’t get her off your mind.

Hey Y/N, I know that it’s last minute but I just got a called in. Would you be willing to babysit Keri tonight?  

Of course, Tam Tam, I’d love to! What time do you need me? Even though you shouldn’t your mind drifted to other situations where she may need you but you shook it off before hitting send.  

Oh Y/N, are you sure it’s not an inconvenience? I don’t want to cut into any plans you may have!

C’mon Tam Tam, you know I never have plans and even if I did, I’d gladly drop them to help you out. :)  

Well as long as you’re sure. Could you get here by 4:00?  

Done and done! See you then! :)

You looked at the time...3:00. An hour to get ready, you had to look nice in front of Tammy even if it was only for a little bit. You went up and grabbed your favorite burgundy dress as your mind reminded you that Tammy complimented it the one time she saw you wear it. It had sheer lace quarter length sleeves and fell to just about the knees. You brush your knotted Y/H/C mane before adding some winged black liner and mascara. You completed the makeup with some deep reddish-brown matte lipstick. Before exiting and heading out into the fall air, you throw your black pea coat and flats on.

When you arrived, you noticed the blonde carrying heavy duffel bags to the trunk of the car to which you rush over to take a couple from her hands. Tammy releases a sigh of relief before heaving the bags into the trunk with a loud thump. She was breathing heavily from the exertion; her hair was slightly tousled from sweat and trying to rush around yet she still looked breathtaking as always. You felt your mouth go dry as your mind started wandering to other moments when she would look like this.  

“Y/N? Y/N!” Tammy shouts snapping you out of your daydream. Her hand coming to rest on your shoulder, the touch gives off heat so intense you feel it through your rather thick coat. “Are you alright sweetheart?”  

“Y-yeah Tam Tam, I’m sorry I was just thinking, you know how I get.” A nervous laugh escapes your mouth making her giggle. Her hand giving your shoulder a squeeze before releasing it, she opened her mouth like she had something to say but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing.  

“Yes...yes. I’m leaving now Lou, see you in a bit. Bye.”  

You tense up when you hear Lou’s name leave the beautiful woman’s lips. You knew they worked together, granted you didn’t know what they did for work but early on you decided that was none of your business. If Tammy was happy you weren’t going to pry. Lou was at a party that Tammy had once, she seemed really nice nevertheless you had a sense of distaste towards the other blonde when you realized she was rather handsy. This fact too was none of your business since Tammy was not yours to claim but you couldn’t help being bitten by envy. It wasn’t known if the mother was interested in women yet if she was your mind knew that Lou would have a way better shot than you would, it hurt. The blonde shut the trunk before giving you a quick hug.  

“Thanks, so much Y/N, I owe you breakfast. Stay the night if you don’t have any plans tomorrow. I’ll see you later tonight!”  

“See you!” You yell back as she drives off with the window down waving at you.  

It was about 7:30 and you had put Keri to bed after your hours of making food for you both, painting her nails and dancing around ridiculously around the living room. The little girl was so adorable that you could never be upset when she was around. As you stood in the doorway watching her little form sleep for a minute before switching off the light your mind flashed back to a time six months into babysitting the little cutie. It was a night you just happened to hang out at the house because Tammy invited you for dinner as a thank you for your help.

“Looks like someone was sleepy.” You whispered to Tammy in the kitchen, pointing to the little girl’s body passed out across the couch. The gentle mother came in bending down to pick her daughter up, you stuck your arm out to stop her. “I got her.”  

You carried her up to her room, while Tammy finished up the last dish that was in the sink from dinner. Carefully you made it up the stairs into the girl’s room to tuck her sleeping form in, she stirred a bit as you told her goodnight and kissed her forehead.  

“Goodnight, love you Y/N.” The girl mumbled sleepily before turning over to continue sleeping.  

Your eyes were wide and your heart swelled. It was the sweetest thing ever, you realized Tammy thought so as well because when you got to the doorway she was standing off to the side. A beaming white smile lit up her face and a single tear was rolling down her cheek. You look to her with furrowed brows as if to ask ‘are you okay?’. As if reading your mind, she wiped the tear away and nodded smiling even wider before you both headed back downstairs.  

Just to give Tammy an update you texted her real quick to tell her Keri was asleep in her bed. After an hour passed with still no sign of the older woman so you snuggled up on the couch and switched-on Netflix and decided to watch Carol. It was one of your favorites and since the older woman was running late you figured there was no harm, she probably wouldn’t be back for a couple hours. Before the movie even started you heard the front door open and you frantically searched for the remote. Where in the hell did you put the remote? It was too late to change it, Tammy was already in the door, kicking off her shoes and walking over to you by the time you found the controller and were only able to pause the movie. The blonde doesn’t pay much attention to your frantic actions and proceeds to enter the kitchen while apologizing for being late and not being able to text you with a time frame like she usually did.  

“It’s okay. I know you get busy.” You say shrugging.  

“Would you like to have a drink with me? It’s been a long night.” Clinking of glasses came from the kitchen and you get up to join her, this wasn’t the first time you’d joined her for a glass of wine or two.

“Sure!”  

Tammy caught sight of your outfit for the first time that night as it was previously covered up by your coat on your arrival. Her mouth went dry as she took in your appearance and she was mesmerized, wine glasses all but forgotten for the moment.  

“Tam Tam...Tammy the wine!” You say louder to get her attention as the red liquid continued to overflow the glass making it spill onto the counter top.  

She looked down; eyes wide as she said ‘shit’ under her breath. You rushed over and grabbed the roll of paper towels that she was frantically looking for. After you were both done cleaning up the mess, she looked up at you with flushed cheeks, wiping the sweat from her palms on her shirt. “You look lovely Y/N.”  

It was your time to blush while avoiding her gaze as you thanked her quietly. She offers you the glass that she didn’t overflow while she herself bent down to the glass and slurped the liquid from the rim of the glass until it was low enough to pick up and carry to the living room. With the remote in hand, you were getting ready to quickly switch Carol off until she interrupted you.  

“I’d love to watch a movie. What were you going to watch?”  

Your cheeks get hot once again. “Carol. We don’t have to watch that though we can watch whatever you want.”  

She seems to ponder the title while she sets her glass down on the coffee table. “Oh, I’ve never heard of that movie I’d love to watch it! Go ahead and start it up and I’ll make us some popcorn, how does that sound?”  

Like I’m going to want to crawl into a hole to wallow in my embarrassment. You thought.

“Sounds great!”  

The movie starts playing and you practically shove popcorn in your mouth with every Therese and Carol scene. The next time you try to reach into the bowl you were shocked to feel soft skin against yours, you both pull your hands back slightly before taking turns grabbing more popcorn. After Tammy’s second glass of wine was gone you noticed she sat down closer to you on the couch now right up against your side actually now that the popcorn was gone. The bowl forgotten on the coffee table along with your finished glasses. You were relieved that the wine had helped you relax a bit, the blonde hadn’t seemed to mention anything about the two women interacting on screen which you took as a good sign. The perfume scene was now playing on the screen and you swallowed hard still a little nervous that the woman beside you will question you or comment. Instead, you feel a soft hand land on your knee before she copied Therese from the film, leaning in and nuzzling her nose into the side of your neck under your ear. She breathes in your perfume; it was her favorite you guessed since she typically always commented you when you wore the fruity scent.  

“Hmm...you always smell so wonderful Y/N.” Tammy whispers.  

Thankfully she turns her head and continues watching the movie that is until the Waterloo scene comes on making you shift in your seat a bit. You’re watching a lesbian sex scene with your very straight crush! How could you not squirm? Why did you agree to watch this with her you idiot? Because you can’t say no to her the other side of your brain rationalizes. With the internal questions reeling in your head, you don’t realize that Tammy’s face got closer again until you hear her speak.  

“Are you getting a little hot and bothered sweetheart?” She purrs in your ear making you shiver at the low octave of her voice. “I see the way you look at me Y/N. Do you think about me sweetheart?”  

You swallowed hard and your body betrays you by shivering again by the words being whispering in your ear. The light graze of unbelievably soft lips against your ear lobe.  

“Yes.” You breathe out.  

“Look at me Y/N,” You do as she says, her expression absolutely serious, “if you feel uncomfortable tell me okay?”

You quickly nod your head. This brings a smile to the blonde’s face before she brushes a piece of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, her thumb caresses your cheek. You subconsciously lean into the touch and release a huge breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Soft lips ghost over your own testing the waters before coming back for more with more pressure making you moan. You allow your hands to get buried in the golden tresses that you’ve longed so many times to touch bringing her closer to you as you kiss her with the same amount of enthusiasm as she did. Your lips trail along her jawbone to her neck where you kiss and nibble here, a mixture of gasps and moans leave her lips sending heat straight to your core. However, intruding thoughts pushes forward...what about your friendship? Why you? You pull back to look at her.  

“I-I’ve wanted this for so long Tam Tam...are you sure you want me? Y-you don’t want Lou?”  

In response she turns away from you, your stomach sinking for a minute regretting the questions that flowed from your lips until you see she undid her button of her pants.  

“First of all, Lou is with Debbie and no I do not want Lou. Come here Y/N.”  

You move closer to her on the couch until you are right beside her; your knees bumping her legs. She gently grasps your wrist and brings it into the waistband of her pants to cup her core through her underwear. Her thoroughly soaked underwear. You gasp shocked not only at the gesture but also at the fact that she was so wet, another shot of heat goes directly to your own core which you were sure was just as wet as hers. You move your fingers over her core just barely touching, she releases a small moan and grinds into your hand for more pressure.  

“Is that what I do to you?”  

She nods biting her lip and grinding into your hand once more. To Tammy’s dismay you remove your hand before kissing her again, your hands grab the hem of her shirt pulling it off and tossing it aside. If you were being honest you expected nude-colored undergarments, not that you minded because either way this is what you’ve wanted for so long. The subject of your dreams, and fantasies just...Tammy. You were pleasantly surprised to find that her bra was a dusted pink color that looked so beautiful against her pale skin. In an instant after drinking in the sight before you, your lips are all over her pale skin. First her lips, then her neck, from there your lips are everywhere...her collarbone, licking at the parts of exposed breasts that weren’t confined by the bra. Tammy arches her back to which you take this opportunity to reach around and unhook the material, tossing that aside to lay with her discarded shirt.  

Tammy watched in awe as she watched your Y/E/C eyes darken in lust before she felt your soft hands caress her perfectly sized B cup breasts. Just the right size to perfectly fit in your warm hands. She gasped when she felt your tongue flick against her nipple before taking her breast into your mouth, sucking on it before releasing it with a pop. All the while shimmying out of her pants as your hands made quick work of simultaneously pulling them down your hips. The blonde’s honey brown eyes met yours, the desire in them matching yours.  

“Y/N, you are wearing too many clothes sweetheart.”  

The words come out in heavy rasps and you realized you could get used to making Tammy breathless.  

“Can you help me out of them Tam Tam?” You ask with the same rasp to your voice.  

“I thought you’d never ask.” She leans towards you as you turned around for her to unzip your dress. As she did so you felt the coolness of her knuckles pass over the skin of your back causing you to shudder and gasp. The older woman’s mouth found the same spot and slowly kissed from your shoulder blades up to the side of your neck, prior to slowly dragging the top half of your dress over your shoulders and down to your hips. Her hands drag along the same path afterwards it felt like heaven, it was too good to be real. You needed confirmation as her lips then followed the path, she was everywhere.  

“Tell me I’m not dreaming. Tell me this is real.” You breathe out, craning your neck to the left side to give those wonderful lips better access to your pulse point. A nibble to that exact spot made you moan deep in the back of your throat.  

“Oh, Y/N this is very real. Stand up please I need to see you.”  

Tammy watches with hungry eyes as you do what she says and remove your dress revealing your black bra and panties. The primal look in those honey brown eyes is something you had never seen before however; it was definitely something you wanted to see more of. Her hands grab your hips gently and pull you towards her still seated form on the couch, her long slender fingers hook in either side of the waistband of your panties then slowly peeled the fabric down your legs. The older woman noticed your fingers fidget nervously at your sides as if wanting to cover up, which makes her take action by moving to the edge of the cushion and placing a kiss to the skin above your mound.  

The older woman scoots down the couch and lays back flat against the cushions then politely instructing you to straddle her hips. You follow her instructions of then removing your bra and easily follow as her hands press into your back causing your torso to lean forward. Her hands and mouth find your breasts sucking, kissing, and touching the ache in your core grew stronger to the point where you could barely stand it. Tammy must’ve felt your arousal against her hip bone because she grinded her hips up and moaned.  

“Come up here please sweetheart.” It took you a second to realize what her words were meaning exactly until your brain processed exactly where she wanted you. You were still hesitant though, no one had ever done that for you what if you didn’t smell or taste good. Tammy’s hands grabbed both of yours intertwining your fingers, the action made your stomach flutter. “Do you trust me?”  

You instantly nod. You trusted Tammy more than a lot of people in your life. This made you feel confident enough to let go of hands and climb your way up her body finding your balance on your knees straddling the beautiful woman’s face. A kiss is placed against your clit making you jump slightly. Within seconds you felt the older woman’s tongue on your pussy swiping through your folds before coming to suck on your clit. Your legs started to quiver but then you whimper in disappointment when you feel the lips release the sensitive bud.  

“Tammy.” You whine.

“Not yet.” You hear her mutter softly.

“Tammy please.” You whine again this time looking directly into her eyes. This is her weak spot, just like you, she never wanted to deny you anything.  

“Just remember you need to be quiet. Can you do that?”  

“Y-yes...yes just please Tam Tam, let me cum for you.”  

A moan leaves the beautiful lips below you before you feel the long thick tongue attacking your pussy again swiping through your lips once again before entering slowly into your soaking wet core. You had to bite your lip hard in between your teeth to keep your moans and screams at bay, her tongue was so talented as it filled you and hit the sensitive spot inside your walls. Fingers started rubbing your clit in quick, tiny circles, you looked down at her with your mouth open wanting to scream but thankfully no words escaped. Your Y/E/C eyes met hers and that was your undoing. Your thighs spasmed, pussy walls clenching against the warm, talented tongue belonging to the most beautiful woman. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.  

Tammy quickly cleaned up every drop of your arousal moaning at the taste until you came down from your high. Moments later you laid there for a moment in each other's arms breathing heavily, feeling her fingers draw little patterns on your back.  

“Can I taste you Tam Tam?” You asked quietly.  

She smiled like a cat that caught a canary and kissed you passionately before sitting up.  

“Grab the clothes and follow me upstairs sweetheart.”  

#tammy x reader #tammy robinson #ocean's eight #lesbian #imagine #sarah paulson

[beccascribbles]

the first of many - seijoh third years

the first kiss, one that symbolises the start of many. an important milestone in a romantic relationship.

warnings - none

word count - 1.3k

PART 1 | PART 2

he’s a perfectionist

the first kiss has to be done right

in his mind, it is the base of a healthy physical relationship

it has to be spontaneous, but not totally unexpected. romantic and sweet, but not to the point where it’s sickening

finding the perfect balance is hard but he thinks he has finally decided on the correct plan

it’s date night

from the start of your relationship, oikawa had insisted you have at least one night a week just dedicated to each other

so far, he had stuck to this plan. he knew how he could get with volleyball but he wanted to try with you too

he turns up at your door dressed in a nice button down and black jeans, giving you an appreciative look as his eyes scan your body

you are wearing a new dress, one you had bought in the hope of bringing that heated look to his face (you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were eagerly awaiting that first kiss and hoped to entice him into it with your appearance)

as you walked, he had one hand around your waist, keeping you close to him

the dinner was the same as your usual dates, the conversation flowing as it usually did

on the walk home, he was as affection as usual, keeping physical contact with you, whether it be through holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist

you reached your door and that was when things started to get more intense

his eyes held yours as he leaned in, his fingertips hot where they made contact with your skin

your noses touched and he rubbed them together gently, causing a soft smile to grace your features

your arms wound around his neck

he tilted his head slightly as he closed the gap, lips brushing yours in a gentle kiss, teasing you

"i've been waiting for this, tooru, so don't you dare hold back."

letting out a light chuckle, he kissed you with more fervour

that was more like it

your first kiss was definitely a heat of the moment thing

you had come to watch one of his volleyball games so, when he saw you walk into the gym before the game begun, he was secretly very pleased

didn’t hesitate to pull you into a tight hug, ignoring the teasing remarks from his friend

“good luck, haji.”

you pulled away, giving him a peck on the cheek

definitely flushed at bright red at the feel of your lips against his cheek

before you left to go to the stands, he gave you his jacket so you could look after it for him (secretly, he just wanted everyone to know you were his)

he played very well

your voice was hoarse from how loud you cheered for him and, at the games conclusion, you were already out of your seat and running for the court

he looked up to the stands expecting to see your face, only to hear a cry which made him turn on his heel

“haji!”

you ran forwards, slinging your arms around his neck as he went around your waist reflexively

just as you were about to congratulate him on his win, his lips were pressed against yours

after a couple seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours

“you played really well” you told him quietly, aware that your cheeks were burning

“thanks”

and he kissed you again, unable to resist the sight of your smiling face, so full of pride

neither of you planned it, or had even really thought much about it (you had only recently started dating, having been good friends beforehand)

you were over at his for a movie night

this meant a lot of popcorn, cuddles and the occasional romantic comedy (on matsukawa’s insistence that it ‘set the tone’)

you were currently curled up against him, your head resting against his chest, a blanket covering the both of you

occasionally the silence would be broken as you commented on certain scenes, questioning the actions of the characters and laughing at the cliche nature of some scenes

“i would’ve gone for matt” you declared, pointing at the screen where the main character was currently kissing your least favourite member of the love triangle. “paul was so boring. all he did was give her some flowers... and where was the sex appeal?”

“paul could be sexy if he tried” defended mastsukawa “if you imagine him walking out of a pool, shorts low on his hips and water rolling down his body in rivulets...”

“oh yeah, he’d have all the ladies drooling” you laughed, looking up at your boyfriend. “i’d rather see you like that though.”

“what about matt?” he gasped “imagine how brokenhearted he must feel. who else will fall for his bad boy charm?”

you rolled your eyes, “like i’d want anyone but you...”

you brushed your lips against his cheek

“i think you missed”

“what?”

“here. let me show you.”

he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, his hands holding your face tenderly

“yeah, that was better than what i had in mind” you giggled, leaning back in, the film long forgotten

the heavens decided to open with just over ten minutes left before you would reach your house

grinning, hanamaki grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he broke into a run

he let out a loud whoop and you couldn't help but cheer alongside him as you sprinted down the street

when you turned the corner to your street, you reached into your pocket, fumbling for your keys

as much as an unplanned run in the rain was fun, you didn't want exactly want to be stuck outside your house as you tried to locate your keys

"found them" you cheered, sprinting towards your front door and throwing it open, pulling hanamaki in after you

you discarded your wet outer layers, hanging them up to dry, hanamaki mimicking your actions

"i'm going to grab some towels and a hairdryer" you explained, beginning to make your way upstairs to grab the stuff

"i'll get the tea started"

he had been over your house so many times, he knew the kitchen as well as his own. it wasn't uncommon to find him there making a hot drink or grabbing some food for the both of you

when he walked into the living room holding two steaming cups of tea, he found you sitting cross-legged with a towel on top of your head

you smiled over at him

"thanks hiro."

you waved a fluffy towel in the air and gestured to the spot beside you

"now come here. i need to dry your hair. i'm not letting you get a cold."

he made his way over, placing the drinks on the coffee table before plopping down on the couch next to you, mimicking your original cross-legged position and swiveling to face you

you rose up on your knees and began to gently massage his scalp with the towel, drying it

he let out a light groan, hands wandering to hold the back of your legs as he relaxed into you

"that feels nice"

satisfied, you pulled away, placing a light kiss to his forehead

he tilted his head up, his eyes soft

not hesitating, gentle kiss to your lips

your hands tangled in his now dry hair while his wandered upwards to grip your waist

"well, that was nice" you said, pulling away and taking your cup from the table, cradling it with your hands

"i just kissed you and that's all you have to tell me. it was nice. you could at least be more descriptive. what about magical? everything you've ever dreamed of?"

"shut up, baka"

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #oikawa headcanons #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #seijoh third years x reader #seijoh x reader #matsukawa fluff #mastukawa x reader #matsukawa headcanons #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki fluff #hanamaki headcanons

[dreams-of-a-lark]

(Lark and Elias’s first and last photos together)

TASK 1: THE LAST DAY

January 11, 2016 7:00 AM, EST 12:00 PM, GMT

“Lark, you know I love you—”

“Boring.”

“Mmm fair. It’s fine, I have others. How about this one? Lark, you mean more to me than—” 

“Erh! Nope. Try again.”

“Oh, come on, you barely let me start!”

“Boo hoo… I knew where you were going with it. Got anything else?”

“Just one more, I was saving this one for last. It’s the best one I have, so will you let me actually get going before you stop me this time?” 

“Maybe. Compel me and we’ll see. I want to see you dig into the deep recesses of your soul, pull out your raw, still-beating heart and lay it bare. Otherwise, what am I even here for?”

“You’re unbelievable. But fine… Ahem...” Elias closed his eyes and let out a deep, shuttered sigh, “Lark. Before I met you, I had lost almost all faith in humanity. I found it impossible to believe that anyone acted with genuinely good intentions. I was bitter, cynical, lonely… and then, just as I was on the precipice of giving up on people entirely, there you were. Right on time. This pure light, banishing all my shadows. You are everything I was once sure didn’t exist in reality, but also the most real thing I’ve ever encountered.

The sheer amount of love you have to give blows me away. Love isn’t something you keep a reserve of only for certain special people. For you, love permeates the air around you everywhere you go and anyone lucky enough to meet you or know you gets to breathe it freely. Lark, you are so good, with no expectations or conditions attached to it, but just because it’s your nature. You make me want to be better everyday now, whereas before… I was just working on the motivation to be, period point blank. 

I have had the unfathomable privilege to breathe your love everyday for the past eight years and I hope you’ve felt even a fraction of what you’ve given me reflected back to you. Because, Lark, I love you more than I have the words to say. I love you with every last bit of life in me and I want to love you and feel your love for just that long, until the very last bit of life leaves me and I’m returned to the earth. I don’t know where I’ll be in the next five, ten, fifty years, all I know is I want to be wherever you are. So, Lark Dorian Crain, will you marry me?”

A silence hung in the air accompanied only by a faint mechanical whirring and the low buzz of an LCD screen. Katie finally broke it, her voice glitching and tinny through Elias’s small laptop speakers, “Better.” She said simply.

“Seriously? That’s it?” Elias replied, his voice laden with shock and disappointment.

“Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful, definitely a solid start. I almost teared up a few times. But, as all first drafts go, it could use some improvement.”

“It’s not my first draft, though…”

“Eh, feels like a first draft, love.”

“You know, sometimes it’s almost impossible to believe you’re related to Lark, let alone twins?”

“To be fair, do you know anyone in our family that’s really like Lark?”

“Eleanor.”

“Not related to us, stupid.”

“Mmm.. true. Ugh! Katydid... What do I Katy-do?”

“Well, for starters, you could never do whatever that just was again. Secondly, stop worrying about it, seriously. Knowing Lark, you could throw the ring across the deck and say, ‘go fetch if you wanna marry me’ and he’ll be running for it in an instant.”

Elias rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly at the thought of Lark bounding eagerly around the ship. It filled his heart whenever he thought of Lark’s joy, to think he had the power to bring so much of it to the surface baffled him endlessly.

“I’m so nervous,” he admitted.

“You don’t need to be,” Katie reassured him, “All jokes aside, it’s beautiful, and Lark loves you so much. You may not have moved me to tears, but you’ll definitely move him to tears. And then he’s going to blush like a damned schoolgirl and say yes a million times, like the sappy romantic he is.”

“You think so?”

“If he doesn’t, call an exorcist immediately, because that’s not Lark.”

Elias scoffed, but this was comforting encouragement to hear. Nothing he didn’t secretly already know, but it didn’t hurt to be reminded when he was feeling self-conscious. He breathed in deeply, filling up his cheeks with air, then puffing it back out through the small ‘o’ his mouth formed. 

“You’re right, I know.”

“I know you know. Listen, I’ve got to get back to work, love. I can call you when I get off, if you want, but you really should just enjoy your time with him today. Just act like it’s any other day... on a fancy cruise ship with the love of your life. Right?” 

Elias nodded, “Right. No need to call me back, you’re right. I’m just going to enjoy the day with him. Have a good day at work, I’m sure we’ll both call you after it happens.”

“I’ll be sure to hold the phone far away from my ear, so you all can squeal without busting my eardrums. Bye for now, then.”

“Alright. Bye Katie.”

The call ended and Elias closed his computer and looked out over the beautiful expanse of ocean surrounding the ship. Lark was still asleep in their cabin and probably would be for another couple of hours or so, it was nearly impossible to wake him anytime before 9 am. So Elias decided to stay for a while, taking in the peacefulness of the empty deck while the majority of the ship’s passengers slept, rocked by the lullaby of gentle waves.

January 11, 2016 9:00 AM, EST

Elias crept silently back into their cabin to find Lark sleeping fitfully, brows furrowed, eyelids knit tight. This was normally fairly unusual, but lately he’d been experiencing an uptick of nightmares that he didn’t like telling Elias much about for some reason. Elias eased down onto the edge of the bed and carefully lowered a hand down toward his forehead, fingers grazing across, pushing aside a stray curl. Almost instantaneously, Lark’s expression softened at his touch. It was moments like this that reminded him just how strong their connection was, the small gestures that could soothe one another’s most turbulent emotions.

He leaned down and pressed a light kiss on Lark’s cheek at which his eyes fluttered open, gazing weary oceans up at him. A soft smile, wrapt in security accompanied the gaze and Elias felt a pang in his chest as his heart skipped in response. “Morning, sleepyhead,” he sang softly to him.

Lark hummed and curled around where he sat, “Mmmmm… no.”

“No? What do you mean, no?”

“Not morning,” Lark muttered.

“It is, though.”

Lark shook his head, “No,” he mumbled, sleepiness still heavy in his voice, “still nighttime.”

“Oh is it now?” Elias asked, to which Lark nodded. Then, before he had a chance to react, he felt long arms wrap around him and pull him down and over into the bed, “Ah! Lark!” He laughed, “What’s this?”

“We sleep now,” Lark cooed, clearly very pleased with the results as he held Elias close. 

Elias let out another gentle laugh and turned to face the larger man, pressing his forehead to the other’s and cupping his face in his hands. “I love you,” he whispered.

Eyes closed, Lark gave a delighted smile. “Mhmmm,” he hummed in response, raising a hand to Elias’s eyelids in an attempt to shut them, “we sleep now.”

“Okay,” Elias giggled, “we sleep now, just a little longer.”

January 11, 2016 1:20 pm, EST

Elias woke to find Lark gone. Where was he? He rolled to sit up in the bed and checked his phone. 1:20 pm. Of course it was. With a stretch and a hearty yawn, he began to work on getting to his feet and looked around. The room was empty, the shower wasn’t going either, then he saw a shadow through the blinds leading out onto the small balcony of their room.

He opened the blinds to find Lark sitting in a wicker chair, sipping tea, gazing out over the water in placid solitude. There was a bottle of champagne and a pitcher of orange juice sitting on the table next to him, along with two champagne flutes and a bouquet of roses resting in a faceted crystal vase. Elias smiled to himself and slid open the glass door onto the balcony, coming up behind Lark who turned his head slightly towards him. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Lark said, seemingly completely unaware of the irony.

“It’s nearly 1:30.”

The other shrugged, “Morning is a state of mind.”

“Okay,” Elias laughed, draping his arms around Lark’s shoulders, and kissing the top of his head, “what’s all this?” He pointed at the set up on the table, to which Lark rose from his seat, came around to hug him tight, and laid a tender kiss on his lips. 

He smiled, then turned to pour two mimosas, “Happy Anniversary,” he said, holding out a glass to Elias. 

They clinked glasses and sat on the balcony, sipping their drinks, enjoying that serene silence they could only take true comfort in with one another. Every once in a while Elias would glance over at Lark’s satisfied face, the view of the ocean sparkling in his bright eyes. It didn’t matter where they were, Elias knew, but this was perfect. He wondered if he shouldn’t just pop the question right now, but the ring stayed in his pocket, waiting for a moment more perfect than this one. 

January 11, 2016 5:30 pm, EST

Elias hopped and shimmied as he pulled on his slim fit black slacks and tucked his stark white button up into them. He sifted through his bag and spread out the various necktie options he’d brought with him — plain black, floral, black and blue stripes, matte and satin striped maroon, black bowtie with subtle gold stars. A muffled sound of happy singing came from beneath the hiss of the running shower in the background. Elias looked back toward the bathroom and smiled, then turned to eye the bowtie lying on the bed. He was no good at tying bowties, Lark would have to help him, which made it the obvious choice in accessory. 

“Lark! Hurry up, our reservation’s at 6:00.” 

The singing stopped, “What’s that?” Lark called from the bathroom.

“I said... move your butt!” he called back.

“It’s always moving, love!”

“You know what I mean.” 

“Alright, alright, I’ll be out in a minute.” 

The shower went on for a little longer, then the hissing became a light trickle and, soon enough, a thick fog of steam rolled out of the bathroom door, orange light dissipated through the clouds. Lark strolled out, towel tied around his waist, drops of water hanging from the ends of his hair and glistening on his shoulders. He eyed Elias with the untied tie around his neck. A pleased laugh escaped his lips as he inched toward Elias and tugged at the ends of the bowtie, pulling him in for a kiss.

“Did you pick this tie just so I’d help you with it?” Lark asked.

Elias shrugged, “Maybe I did, you don’t know me.”

“No, of course I don’t.” Lark smirked and gently traced the side of Elias’s face with his fingertips, taking a moment to savor the sight of him. Eight years in and seeing Lark look at him like this still made Elias’s heart race.

“We have to get a move on,” Elias muttered, breathlessly. 

Lark cleared his throat, coming back to earth, and brought his hand back down to the tie. “Right,” he said matter-of-factly, then started on the tie. He worked the ends over and under, focus woven into his furrowed brow. Elias glanced down to watch his hands move then glanced back up at him. “There,” Lark fluffed the bowtie proudly when he had finished and met Elias’s gaze again.  

“I love you.” Elias reminded him for the millionth time and pulled him down to meet his lips, running his hands through Lark’s wet hair. 

Lark responded in kind, wrapping his long wingspan tight around Elias’s waist, “I love you too,” he whispered into Elias’s lips.

“I know,” Elias said and patted Lark’s chest as they pulled apart, “Now get dressed, we have like fifteen minutes.”

January 11, 2016 8:00 pm, EST

Elias and Lark walked hand in hand across the top deck of the ship, stomachs full, hearts warm, and heads perhaps a bit too light from a day full of champagne. Above them hung a cloudless, black blanket of sky encrusted with brightly shimmering, diamond stars and the thin sliver of a waxing crescent moon. Not far from them, a band played a harmonious violin cover of “You Are The Reason” with soft percussion accentuating the background. 

Lark pulled away, still holding onto Elias’s hand at arm's length, “Dance with me?” he asked.

Elias looked around the deck at the other families and couples enjoying the night around them, “There’s so many other people.” 

“So what?”

“They might be watching us.”

“Then we’d better put on a good show for them, don’t you think?” Lark smiled, pulling him back in and holding him close. 

Elias sighed, but a blush pulled the corners of his mouth into a coy smile. He wrapped his arms around Lark’s neck and leaned into him as they spun around the deck. Holding each other like this felt equal parts due to the desire to be close to one another and the necessity to help one another remain standing. The more they danced the more the effects of the day’s drinks took their toll and it wasn’t long until they had to slow to a stop. 

“Getting a little dizzy?” Elias laughed.

“Just a little,” Lark agreed. Then his face got serious and he pulled Elias with him towards the railing of the ship to look out over the water, shimmering under the stars. 

“I don’t want this night to end,” he said as they walked.

“Neither do I…” a pause settled between them. 

“Lark—” / “Elias—” They both spoke the other’s names in unison, followed by another unison, “sorry.” Then Elias spoke alone, “You go first.”

“Oh, uh,” Lark began, thrusting his hands into his pockets. He seemed to be fidgety all of a sudden, “Well, Elias… I know you know how much I love you, but I just wanted to say… before I met you…” Was this going where Elias thought? Had they really had the same idea at the same time? Well, he’d be damned if Lark was going to upstage his proposal. He gave a knowing smirk and stepped forward towards the other, “Lark…” but suddenly… time seemed to slow.

January 11, 2016 8:15:28 pm, EST

“… sorry.” Lark squinted and shook his head slightly, slow blinking.

January 11, 2016 8:15:30 pm, EST

Lark’s knee gave out on him and he stumbled back a bit.

January 11, 2016 8:15:32 pm, EST

Elias noticed the railing behind him fell just below Lark’s hip level. His eyes widened and he reached out to him.

January 11, 2016 8:15:33 pm, EST

The railing of the ship caught the back of Lark’s thigh.

January 11, 2016 8:15:34 pm, EST

“LARK!” 

January 11, 2016 1:15:28 - 1:15:34 am, GMT

Katie slept fitfully, alone in her small, twin bed, nestled in her small, one bedroom, Hampstead flat. In her dream, a flock of seagulls surrounded a small brown bird with a yellow face, a white underside, and black accent marks across it’s chest, under its eyes and in the tufts that sat upon its head. The small bird desperately flapped its wings to stay in the air, but the gulls, ten times its size, flapped their wings with all the more force down upon it.

January 11, 2016 8:15:35 pm, EST

Lark flipped over the railing, tumbling down towards the frigid waters below. A small crowd on the deck gasped as they bore witness. Elias ran to the railing and climbed readying himself to jump in after, but, just as he was about to take the leap a couple bystanders stopped him. 

January 11, 2016 1:15:35 am, GMT

Katie sprung up in her bed and screamed, cold sweat running down her face. An indescribable feeling of unbearable loss hit her core and ricocheted through her body.

January 11, 2016 8:15:36 pm, EST

The two bystanders held Elias tight, while others ran to find crew members that could help. “NO!” Elias screamed, “LET GO OF ME! LARK!” His body, completely sober now, shook with shock and tears cascaded from his eyes. “LET GO OF ME, GODDAMMIT!” He struggled against the ones holding him, finally breaking free and running back to the railing. His eyes scanned the water, desperately searching for signs of Lark, but couldn’t make out even the slightest shadow of a body. “LARK!” He called out. “LARK!” His knees buckled and he collapsed against the railing. “HELP HIM! SOMEBODY! Do something!” His forehead pressed hard against the bars, as his voice gave out, cracking a helpless, “please…” the bustle of crew members rushing to help Lark echoed from lower decks.

“Please… Lark… help him… somebody… bring him back…” It was impossible to see through the blinding film of tears rippling across his eyes, “please… I can’t… please don’t let him be gone… I can’t… I can’t… please… I can’t… somebody… Lark… I love you… please… I can’t.” 

January 11, 2016 1:15:36 am, GMT

On the other side of the world, Katie sat alone in her bed and heaved untamable sobs for reasons wholly unknown, save for the fact that it felt like something had reached into the deep recesses of her soul and snapped her still-beating heart in half, leaving the memory of it lingering like a phantom limb. 

January 11, 2016 1:30 am, GMT

A high tinnitus whine made its home in her ears, as she tried to process what she was feeling. Then the phone rang.

#stranded task 1 #task #loss tw #drowning tw #outside meridium #pre meridium #also I hardly proof-read this so please be gentle #I'm considering an epilogue as well but we'll see #lark songs #vibes

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 211

211

Feeling Lance getting out of bed, Keith felt for his lover, Lance’s hand finding his after he’d half slapped him on the lower back

“Babe?”

“Getting a drink”

“Dun’ be too long”

“I won’t”

Coran was a bad loser. Pidge had annihilated him in Mario. Keith and Lance coming downstairs just as Coran started accusing Pidge of cheating. Five rematches later and Matt had taken the controller off Coran who started on a tangent about everything wrong with the game. To soothe the piece, Hunk suggested they do the cake now that Lance was awake to enjoy it.

Hunk had outdone himself with the cake. Keith had no words for how nicely decorated it was, nor did he have words for how big it was. As they were choosing not to know the sex of their twins, Hunk had used soft pastels to bring colour to the cake with fancy twirly things and edging that he didn’t know the name for. Comprised of three tiers, the top tier had two foot pints made from edible chocolate, coloured purple, circled by “Kogane-McClain Twins”. The second layer read congratulations. The third being just cute pastel icing. Had he not been embarrassed over his lack of baking knowledge, he probably would have asked Lance what all the decorations were properly called. The inside of the cake matched the outside. Pink, purple, blue, green, and yellow, comprising the layers with buttercream frosting between them.

Apparently their Sunshine Hunk couldn’t help himself, Lance crying on Hunk’s shoulder as he thanked him. Hunk crying on Lance’s shoulder as he assured him he knew he was grateful. Taking the top tier for themselves, they shared a plate, knowing there was no way there would be anything left once Matt and Rieva started. Having never eaten a “foot” before, Keith was impressed Hunk had managed to mould white chocolate so well. The man had skills. If he were to open a bakery, Keith’s bank balance wouldn’t be staying in the black very long.

After the cake came the presents. Their twins had to have a set a record for the most blankets and onesies. Lance kept saying they didn’t need anything else, everything making him cry... except for Shiro who would forever be the lamest big brother in history. Someone out there made custom onesies. Keith would like to meet them and strangle them. Four bloody onesies. Four bloody supernatural themed onesies that had passed Curtis’s tick of approval. Two vampire print and two werewolf print. Why did everything Shiro touched always have to come back to that? Curtis earned some point back with him by gifting them a box set of documentaries that he and Lance had watched half of when Curtis lived there.

Coran, now over his loss and perked up with sugar, gifted them herbal teas with a long lecture on which teas were best for which moods. Being tea, it all went through one ear and out the other. Allura’s gift of coffee made it clear she knew what a werewolf needed in his life, especially with the sleepless nights to come.

Krolia... Krolia’s gift was a set of tiny little blades for their twins. Keith confiscating them before his mother could get any ideas about training the twins to be hunters. That wasn’t the life they wanted for their kids. They wanted to watch them grow and explore the world, finding their own passions to chase. Lance politely thanked Krolia, but the look on his face said those blades were to disappear somewhere where their twins would never find them.

Shay had found “emo” baby blankets. Lance found them funny, as they reminded him of Keith. Keith couldn’t deny that they weren’t his favourite gift because they were kind of nifty with their black and white skull patterns and the green one had a really cool dragon pattern on it.

From Matt and Rieva, almost entirely most definitely Rieva’s idea, they were gifted a set of second hand Berenstain Bears books. She’d started secretly collecting when she’d found out Lance was pregnant. Mami gave a little help with the gift choice. Matt’s gift to them was taking Pidge home and spending a couple of days in Platt so they could have more alone time before the birth. Keith had a new favourite present.

Pidge drunkenly praising her skills over “suping up” the pram she’d gifted them. The thing now sporting wheels that “would make Lance’s dumb bronco cry in jealous”. Lance wasn’t sure about it all, but Pidge wouldn’t be dissuaded that the pram wasn’t now at its absolute best. Though no one argued with her directly about it, she was mid-rant when she threw up rather violently onto the rug. Krolia taking her to the bathroom, while Lance excused himself to throw up in the kitchen sink. Now there was two vomiting people, it was a mutual decision to start winding things up. Matt and Rieva in charge of getting a drunk Pidge home. Shay and Hunk also deciding maybe it was best to head off before Pidge came out the bathroom again. Their gremlin very loving and loud about it between throwing up and being soothed by Krolia. Coran and Allura were catching a ride back to Platt with Krolia, and with how green Shiro was looking, Keith sending them home.

Keith didn’t realise until everyone had left, that they’d been left with the mammoth task of cleaning everything up. Still, for all it’s ups and downs, it’d been a good party, though the pair of them did breathe a sigh of relief when silence descended over their home. Chores were done. Dishes washed. The rug scrubbed. Everything else outside could wait for another day as they climbed into bed together, both too sleepy for the night of promised passion. Lance still had moisturiser on his nose as kissed Keith goodnight. Keith smearing it out for him, thinking how lucky he was to have Lance... and how their friends had spent way too much money on them. He didn’t think he’d ever be used to such thoughtful gifts without waiting for a catch.

Dozing off, Lance’s spot was still empty when he woke up again. There were some nights was more out of their bed than in, but Keith couldn’t hear him in the bathroom. Trying not to panic, the werewolf climbed out from the mound of blankets on their bed. Most nights he’d find he’d kicked them off, too hot and too sweaty to sleep peacefully, like Lance did. Jogging over to the bathroom, he found it empty. Vaguely he remembered Lance saying he was his thirsty. If his fiancé’s insomnia had kicked in, then Lance was most probably sitting in the living room watching the TV on mute so Keith could get some sleep.

Sleepy and stumbly, Keith missed the bottom step of the stairs, hand flying out and denting the wall as he felt himself fall. Had the overwhelming scent of blood not been in the air, he might have paused to examine the damage he’d just done to the same spot Lance had repaired at least a dozen times since moving into his house

“Lance?! Babe?!”

Getting no answer from his fiancé, Keith’s heart started to race as his mind went to the worst possible situation. Lance could have slipped. He could be bleeding out. There was so much blood in the air, the werewolf’s stomach felt queasy.

Checking the rooms along the way, Kosmo had made himself at home in Matt’s and Rieva’s room, an interesting fact, though useless because Lance was on his mind. Reaching Lance’s office, the door was slightly open, the space illuminated by his computer screen. Flicking the light on, Lance hissed at him. Keith’s eyes widened in shock at the sight in front of him. Lance covered in blood. His fiancé hadn’t been kidding about being thirsty. Blood ran down his chin, and from his hands down his arms, not caring about how much of a mess he’d made feeding on blood bags he’d torn apart rather popping the cap on them. A quick count came to 8 bags scattered around Lance’s feet.

Watching Lance throw down the blood bag he’d just finished, the vampire tore into the next one, literally. His hands trying to push as much blood from the ripped bag down his throat as he could

“Babe? Babe, you feeling okay?”

Raising his head, Lance’s eyes were blank. That warm spark that always seemed to sparkly that just little bit bright for him was dull

“Babe?”

This couldn’t be good. Lance said he was thirsty. Not that he hadn’t fed in a year and was now making up for it. Keith felt revolted, and guilty for being revolted. His ego shocked into shutting up as they stared

“Baby, I think you’ve had enough blood. Here, let’s go back to bed? How does that sound?”

Lance didn’t reply. Keith forcing himself to slowly edge towards Lance. This was his Lance. His Lance wouldn’t savage him as he’d done with the blood bags. Nope. No. He was totally safe. Yep. Just a normal day in a vampire pregnancy. Nothing to see here

“Babe, come on, you’ve had enough for now”

Lance threw away the bag he’d drained, Keith using his speed to grab the bag he’d been going for out of reach. Watching the bag, Lance bared his bloodied fangs

“Baby, please. I know you’re in there. It’s me. It’s Keith. Come on, babe. Don’t let your ego push you aside”

Oh... oh. He was crying now. Keith didn’t know when that started. Had Lance not eating this much contributed to him feeling so ill? Was this how much blood a pregnant vampire needed in their final weeks of pregnancy? Placing the bag on the desk, Keith shifted the bags on the floor away with his foot, making it to crouching in front of Lance safely.

With shaking hands the werewolf reached out. His left hand going to Lance’s forehead as his right hand cupped his fiancé’s face. Blinking at him, Keith’s touch seemed to “wake” his lover. Warmth and confusion filling Lance’s eyes

“K-Keith?”

Looking down at his bloodied front, Lance’s gaze flicked back up, eyes welling with tears

“Wha... what happened?”

“You got a bit thirsty”

“But... h-how? The... party...?”

“The party ended hours ago, baby. You’re okay. You didn’t hurt anyone”

“I... I don’t remember”

The pain in Lance’s eyes was crushing

“Pidge started throwing up. Matt and Rieva took her home. Are you okay? You don’t feel warm”

“I don’t feel very good...”

“Okay. That’s okay. Do you think you can stand up?”

Lance went to look down his chest again, Keith holding his head up so he forced to look him in the eye

“You’re okay. It’s a just a bit of blood”

“I don’t remember”

“That’s okay. We were both exhausted when we went to bed. Just focus on me, baby. You can do that right?”

“I always focus on you”

Moving a stray lock of hair back, Keith gave Lance the best smile he could manage around his internal freak out

“Yeah, you do. You’re so good to me, babe. Let’s get you cleaned up and back into bed”

Lance nuzzled into his palm

“I’m sleepy”

Normally that much blood would turn Lance into an ego driven wanker

“I bet you are. You had a huge day and our friends are idiots. Let’s wash up, then we’ll snuggle”

Lance closed his eyes, sniffing sadly

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry I don’t remember coming down here...”

“That’s okay, baby. That’s okay. You’re okay”

*

Putting Lance to bed, Keith couldn’t sleep. Lance passed right out, but Keith was worried. Once the scent of blood had finally been cleaned away, a strange scent cling to Lance that left him feeling on edge. He didn’t like. The scent had him all muddled up inside, almost as if it’d given him a dose of adrenaline and he simply couldn’t sit still. Leaving his fiancé sleeping, Keith first headed to the bathroom to fetch Lance’s bloodied shirt and underwear, before heading downstairs. The one night he could have done with someone else there to tell him what to do, their house stood uselessly empty. Cleaning. That was about all he could do.

Crying as he scrubbed at the blood split in Lance’s office, he wondered how the heck he was supposed to deal with this. Lance had climbed into bed without prompting, even skipping getting in one last apology before zonking out. His fiancé needed his sleep, but should he have been waking him and taking him to Coran? Was he overreacting? It wasn’t like Lance had had a bleed, he’d checked when he’d towelled him down. Now that he was back to being himself, he’d been affectionate... but he couldn’t get the image of all that blood out of his head.

The torn bags thrown in the trash with Lance’s clothes, and the clothes from cleaning, the bin then dragged out to the road at Lance’s gateway for collection. Coming back to the house, Keith could hear Lance snoring, yet found himself unable to head upstairs with so much in his head. He needed coffee... and he really needed a fucking hug... Coffee at least was home and never failed at settling him, if he didn’t think about the times it had.

Settling himself on the edge of the sofa, Keith didn’t remember grabbing his phone when he’d left Lance sleeping. Kosmo coming quietly padding into the room, dropping himself to sit beside Keith’s legs with a soft whine

“I know. I’m worried about him too. Should I call Coran? Or am I thinking about this too much?”

He was so damn good at that. At his mind jumping to the worst case scenario. He’d always hate that about himself. He needed Shiro. They’d talked a little over lunch, but right now, Shiro was the only one he felt would understand his stupid fears. He loved Garrison, but the house felt so isolated that he felt truly alone. If the world outside had been destroyed, he’d be the last to know. God. He wanted his brother.

Resting his elbows on his knees, his right palm dug into his right eye as he held his phone with his left. The ringing continuing so long that he thought it’d ring out. It must have been the last ring when the call finally connected, Shiro’s voice groggy

“Keith?”

A fresh wave of tears hit. He’d woken his brother up...

“I’m sorry...”

In the background was the rustling of sheets, he picked up on the sound of the switch on Shiro’s lamp flicking on

“Hey, kiddo. What’s going on?”

What wasn’t going on...

“Keith? Hey... What happened? Is it Lance?”

“Shiro... I don’t know what to do”

Kosmo whined softly at his distress. Keith’s right hand moving to hug his best boy close

“I’m sure it’ll be okay. What happened?”

“I... I walked on him feeding... and there was so much blood. He was covered in blood. He wasn’t even... even aware of it. He didn’t remember coming down. I don’t know if he even remembers the party... I put him back to bed, but I don’t know what to do...”

In the background Curtis asked it was Keith, Shiro covering the bottom of his phone as he replied it was. Now he’d gone and disturbed Curtis too

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called...”

“Hey, no. No. You’re my little brother. I want you to rely on me. When you say you walked in on Lance, was he acting differently?”

“It was like he wasn’t even there. No. It was like I wasn’t there... He was so hungry...”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. The moment he realised I was there he started panicking because he was covered in blood”

“How much blood are we talking about?”

“I threw out 10 bags... well, the remains of 10 bags. He tore into them as if he hadn’t eaten for ages”

In the background he heard Curtis asking for him to put Keith on speaker phone. He wanted to talk to his brother, not so much Curtis

“Hey, Keith. Does Lance have any other symptoms? Any bleeding? Changes in temperature?”

“No. No, I checked...”

“Okay. That’s a really good sign. Let him sleep for now. If his temperature drops or if he develops a fever, then call Coran”

Right. Curtis had originally been Lance’s babysitter. He didn’t doubt Curtis was lying to soothe him, but the curse would have handy right now

“Okay”

“Good. I know you’re worried about him, but he’s honestly better when you’re with him. I’ll let you get back to talking to Shiro, you don’t need me eavesdropping”

Keith instantly felt bad all over again. Shiro the one to the leave the bedroom, instead of Curtis as he told him to go back to sleep. A few moments passed before Keith heard the sounds of Shiro sitting on the sofa

“Sorry, kiddo. You know how much he likes Lance”

“I’m the one who’s sorry... I woke you up”

“Keith, you’re my brother. I’m glad I can here for you. What are you thinking?”

“That I could really use a hug right now”

“Oh, kiddo. This is Lance, he’ll be okay”

“But what if he’s not? He hasn’t been feeling well”

“I’m sure if it was serious he would have gone to Coran...”

“This him, he doesn’t want a fuss...”

Lance was so stupidly pigheaded about his desires not to be fussed over. He’d been so strong... now he was weakened

“Stop letting your head get the better of you”

“I didn’t say anything”

“I know you, kiddo. If he’s not better by the morning, bring him to Garrison. I know you’re going to worry yourself sick, but being there is the best thing you can do for him and your twins”

“Is... am I enough?”

“Keith, you’ll always be enough. He adores you. I might not have approved to begin with, but Lance has proven time and time again that he loves you. I know it’s tough, kiddo, but soon you’ll be father to your twins. You and Lance are going to get through this”

“God, I hope so...”

“You will. Now, get some rest. Lance is going to worry about you if look shitty in the morning”

“Lance always worries”

“Maybe we should get him a trophy for that?”

Keith gave a wet snort. If they were to do that, they’d constantly be trading the damn thing back and forth..

“Let’s not. Shiro... I’m worried for him”

“I know, kiddo. But this is Lance. He’s stronger than he looks. If he’s not better by morning, follow your gut instincts”

“I don’t know what my instincts are saying”

“They’re saying you’ll make the right call. Try to get some sleep”

“Yeah. I will... thanks, Shiro”

“Anytime, kiddo. Let me know it goes?”

“Yeah. I will”

Ending his call with Shiro, Keith tossed his phone to the other end of the sofa. Kosmo patiently sitting, still hugged close

“What do you think I should do?”

Trying to lick at his face, Kosmo wanted pats, not to be giving out life advice

“Yeah. I guess I’ll try get some sleep. The last two days have been a lot”

Training with Lotor. His talk with his mother. Seeing his father again. His talk with Lance. The party. Lance covered in blood. Yeah. He really should go to bed. If anything happened, he’d be there for Lance... hopefully making the right call in waiting until the morning.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

[samtylersskirt]

busted! // alex turner

oneshot

alex turner x reader

warnings: none

word count: 600

y/n/n = your nickname

request: Hi, I saw that you write for Arctic Monkeys and couldn't help myself but ask if you could write an Alex oneshot with prompt 4 and 11? I'm just smitten with him. Thanks for the follow by the way! - @ravenclawbookworm

a/n: this is even shorter than the draco malfoy one ffs, i need to up my word count drastically

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alex and yourself had been secretly dating for a relatively long while now - 9 months to be exact. with you attending secondary school with the boys and staying in close contact with them afterwards, you knew better than to tell matt, jamie and nick immediately, and alex knew that too. however, maybe it had been dragged out a bit, but you both love the thrill of sneaking about! it provides you with such an adrenaline rush, it’s indescribable! as much as you both felt guilty for not telling your three childhood best friends, you were enjoying yourselves too much with the secrecy.

you had all gone round to matt’s for a sunday dinner, which was tradition. matthew was the best cook of you all, and you could never possibly get tired of his signature chicken roast dinner. you were engaged in conversation with nick, but couldn’t help but give alex brief glances whenever you could. “LADS! Y/N/N! TEA’S READY!” and with that, everyone piled into matt’s dining room. after about half an hour of the sound of cutlery and constant chatter, you had finished your meal, the only thing left on it was the remainder of your gravy.

“thank you matt, that was delicious as always, but i am now utterly stuffed!” you huffed, leaning back in your chair. not a moment later, however, you were making your way into the living room and switching on the telly to see what was on. you felt the settee dip beside you as you gave the big screen your undivided attention. that was, until you felt an arm drape itself over your shoulder. the sleeve of the leather jacket automatically gave away who it was sat beside you, and so you allowed yourself to sink further into his touch.

“what was your excuse, al?”

“they think i’m in the loo.”

you snickered, before turning to face him fully. he pulled you in for a kiss, a soft and loving one, unaware of your surroundings until forced to become aware.

“what. the fuck.”

you’d never whipped your head to the side faster than you did then, to see jamie with his mouth on the floor, his bottle of beer clutched tight, knowing he’d otherwise drop it.

“oh my god,” you muttered, your cheeks getting hot.

“NICK!” he screeched behind him, the man who was shouted appearing beside him immediately.

“jamie, don’t,” alex sternly warned him.

“i’ve just caught them two kissing,” jamie whispered to his mate although he was not very discreet about it.

“for fucks sake,” you groaned, burying your head into alex’s shoulder, this is one of the most embarrassing scenarios you’ve ever been positioned in. after jamie had told nick, they obviously told matt, and before you know it, we were all sat in the living room discussing mine and alex’s relationship.

“how long has this been going on?”

“9 months.”

“is it serious?”

“yes.”

“were you ever going to tell us?”

“yes.”

“did you enjoy that cute little moment the two of you shared before we interrupted?” nick joked.

“oh my god, no, stop, that’s actually mortifying!” you groaned. he wasn’t even funny.

“aww, come here!” alex chuckled, pulling you into him, rocking side to side for a second. he gave you a kiss on the top of your head going, “at least we’re not lonely like half of these sad buggers!”

“thats true, doesn’t make the situation less humiliating though!” i giggled.

“ohhh i do love you, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

“i love you too, i suppose.”

“suppose?!”

“okay, i love you too, for certain. better?”

“much so.”

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine.

The reader is secretly in love with Erik and she is afraid to tell him and risk their friendship but he overhears her telling her friend

“I love him...”

Y/N was seated within her bathtub, the heavy soap suds from her shea butter bubble bath disappearing. She had her eyes looking up at the ceiling, hands absentmindedly finger-combing a strand of her wet curly hair. A small smile broke out over her heart-shaped lips.

“I love Erik.”

She’d know about her deep hidden feelings for her best friend for a while now. Y/N was head over heels for him. She wondered if the constant longing stares she gave him or the need to touch him in public gave her away but Erik was just being Erik, not even reacting to it. She hoped that he would question her on it one day, ask her, “What’s up with you, ma? You acting all needy with me.”

She couldn’t help herself. He didn’t even have to do much to make her feel this way. Y/N could sit down at her desk and write a whole journal on all the things she loved about Erik. She already talked her best girlfriends ear off about it, her friend hanging up on her last night while she went on and on saying “Erik does this” and Erik does that”

Y/N brought her knees to her chest, swinging them from side to side while biting her lip to fight a blush. It was so adorable the way she felt about Erik. He drove her crazy because he was so mysterious. He’d give you this look...a look that made you bend to his command. He had to have picked up on her lack of bickering with him or the way she held his hand, stroking her thumb across his smooth almond-colored skin.

She lifts one of her pedicured feet from the water, admiring the soft baby pink. She begged Erik to pay to get her toes done. He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes but ended up giving her $50 to get the best pedicure treatment. She did that on purpose, she knew he couldn’t resist a woman with pretty painted toes wearing open-toed shoes. Then she went and picked out the best-fitted dress she could find. Tonight she was going to get his ass. He was gonna take some kind of notice. Finishing her bath, Y/N gets ready for her evening with friends.

Fully dressed to impress, hair pulled back into a sleek bun, Y/N drove to her girlfriend's house, ready to turn up and eat for their Friendsgiving. She had her long aluminum pan filled with the cheesiest baked Mac n’ cheese resting in the back seat and a couple of pans of her king's Hawaiian rolls; one pan with garlic butter and the other with cinnamon brown sugar butter.

Y/N pulled her all-black Audi into a spot two cars down from what looked like Erik’s matte grey G-Waggon. He got the new rims on it too, she just knew the inside of his car smelled like those caramel macchiato car fresheners she bought for him. Stepping out, six-inch heels with her pink toes, she grabbed her cell, pulling up Erik’s contact. She saved him under E Baybee 💘💘💘

Her heart damn near dropped to her stomach when he picked up. That voice of his...

“Where your annoying ass at?”

“Come outside! I need your help,” Y/N put on a soft voice. She knew that drove his ass crazy too.

“For what?” He sounded agitated but she knew he would come anyway.

“You want my cheesy Mac n cheese, right? I suggest you bring your ass out here!”

“Girl I ain’t gotta do a fucking thing,” She smiled hard on the other end, leg shaking with excitement. Erik has her sprung.

“Come here!” She whines

“Chill out! I’m coming.”

Yessssssssss

Y/N hangs up, getting back in her car quickly to check her sleek hair; still laid. She did a nice soft beat to her face, Fenty Beauty lip gloss on with a rose tinge, brown liner around her lips to make them fuller and more kissable. She looked the fuck good and smelled good, she purposely chose to wear a floral scent because he loved that on women. Y/N heard an uproar of laughter, her eyes looking up just in time to spot Erik closing the door to her best friend's house behind him, jogging down the steps, he looked from left to right, trying to figure out where Y/N could be. She took one last steady breath before getting out of the car, waving him over.

Erik jogs over, stopping directly in front of her. He had his dreads braided back, black letterman jacket on to match with his all-black gear from head to toe. He gave her a wide grin, flashing those golds. Whew.

“Hey, E.” She wanted to say hey E, baybeee!!!

“Wassup, Y/N,” he gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, “missed you, little nigga.”

If only he said missed my little baby, she swooned to herself at that thought.

“You expecting somebody to be here tonight?”

Erik stood back, arms folded across his chest as he regarded her... hard.

“Nah, I can’t look nice?” Y/N faked annoyance, turning away to open her back door, “come help me with this food.”

“Forreal, you gonna stop bossing me around before I put you in your place.” Erik steps forward, turning on the light in her car to carefully grab the food.

“Okay,” she spoke with a honeyed tone.

Erik gave her a look, the look where he was thinking about something but didn’t want you to know. The one that drove her crazy. For a second, she thought he would say something but the food grabbed his attention again.

“Let’s go, they already started popping bottles.”

“Without me?” Y/N didn’t like missing that.

“Shouldn’t have been in front of the mirror so long, tight ass dress you got on.”

Finally, in the cozy home, Erik pointed down into the basement, letting her know that’s where everyone was. Once she came down the steps, everyone called out her name, hugging her and complimenting her. Erik walks pass, sitting the food neatly next to a crockpot. As soon as she got settled, Y/N made her way over to the liquor. Friendsgiving with her friends was always a good time. Erik was right next to her, pouring himself a hefty cup of Hennessy. The music was lit, deep hip hop base shaking the house.

Standing next to him felt different. Y/N would catch herself looking at him while he talked to others or danced a little with his red cup in his hand. She wanted so badly to kiss those lips. She was growing tired of only feeling them on her cheek and forehead.

“Want me to make you a plate, E?” She asks, more so to do something for him because she knew that there were a few chicks in the building checking for him heavily.

“You must have known I was gonna ask you,” he laughs, “You always looking out for a nigga.”

“Cuz you look out for me, stupid,” she laughs, playfully pushing his bulging bicep. Y/N allowed her hand to linger before slowly slipping it away as she made her way to the food. She purposely moved her hips, knowing that he couldn’t resist a phat ass. She didn’t even entertain the thought of looking back to see if he was even watching her. If she did, and if she locked eyes with him, it was game over. He would know, and maybe, that would be a sign that he liked her just as much...loved her just as much.

Her friends didn’t fuck around with this food! Large servings in two pans each and so many desserts she caught a toothache just looking at it. Her mac n cheese already had a portion of it gone. Luckily, there was shrimp Alfredo and other starches to go around since she made only one pan. She gave him her food first before adding everything else. Finished, she spotted him sitting at a card table with some mutual friends, playing spades. She watched him slap the cards down, getting all buck and letting that ego show. She stood watching with his plate in hand, the smell pulling his attention away from the game.

“Got your food, E,” she sat his plate down in front of him, “did I add everything you like?”

Erik grabs his fork, moving the food around to mix it. He likes to eat it all together, more flavorful.

“Hell yeah, you hooked me up bestie,” Erik reaches out to pinch her cheek, “Go eat something, girl.” He started scarfing his food down. She was so enamored by him that she didn’t even hear him.

“Huh?” She said, eyes fluttering.

“Eat. Something.” He sounded out with a smirk and a mouth full of food, “You good?”

Y/N nods slowly before turning away to gather herself. This man had her hypnotized. As she walked to grab some food, she caught sight of her tipsy girlfriends looking at her, one of them telling her to come here with a curl of their finger. Y/N rolls her eyes before walking over to them, standing near the backyard door.

“Spill it, bitch,” Her girl, Paige, eagerly asks.

“Spill what?”

“Oh please cut that shit out,” The host of the housewarming, Tylesha, spoke, “Stop playing clueless and tell Paige what’s really going on.”

Y/N wished she had more alcohol. Tylesha really didn’t know how to keep shit to herself. Y/N wasn’t ready to tell everybody, she didn’t even know for sure if Erik felt the same way.

“Damn, way to go Ty,” she folded her arms, before addressing the elephant in the room, “...I'm in love with Erik.”

“Yessssssss!!!!!” Paige cheers, “finally!!!”

Y/N laughed at her friend's outburst.

“Chill, we don’t need the whole party to know.”

“When are you gonna talk to him?!! I mean what are you waiting on?!!!”

Y/N had a defeated look on her face, “a lot of things, like, our friendship for one. I don’t want that shit to be over because of this.”

“It won’t be,” Ty reassures, “The type of nigga Erik is, he wouldn’t end a ten-year friendship with the most real person in his life.”

She had a point, but what if they did give it a try? What if it ended badly? And another thing, did he even feel the same?

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Y/N stops their cheerful moment, “I don’t even think he feels the same.”

“Girl,” Ty shooed her away, “You gotta be a fool to not see the way he looks at you. That nigga might not have admitted to himself yet, but he loves him some Y/N, his bestie.”

Ty and Paige laughed, Y/N palming her face with a blush. Where were they seeing this? Yeah, he loved her in a way that a friend would, but romantically? She couldn’t even think of a moment when he showed any signs of that.

I appreciate this, for real y’all, but...I know E. I know that when he wants something, he gets it. If he really wanted me, he would have already had me before I could even come to terms with how I felt. That’s just how he is.”

“Stay in denial, hoe,” Paige fired back, “Y’all both love each other. Just talk and fuck already! Damn!”

Fucking Erik.

Y/N really didn’t need that mental image. She had plenty of wet dreams and late-night sessions with herself, his name rolling off her tongue.

“Why you had to go and say that,” Y/N groans.

“Oh, sis, we already know you rubbing that pussy with his name in your mouth.”

“This conversation is over, I am TIREDTTT of yall,” Y/N was ready to walk away from them both. Thanks to them now she was flustered and in need of an ice pack between her legs and on her forehead.

“Yes! Let it be over so you can finally talk to him!” Ty yells at her. Y/N turns to leave, shaking her hands to calm her nerves. She was just about to enter the party room when Erik stopped her suddenly with his solid chest. He startled her, Y/N clutching her chest to catch her breath.

“E!!” She shoves him, “you scared me doing that shit!”

He had this neutral expression on his face, hands in his jeans pockets. This time around, the usual glint in his eyes was replaced with tenderness. Y/N’s breathing slowed down, her hand leaving her chest to fully approach her best friend, worry in her voice.

“Oh, shit, E, are you okay?” She reaches out to stroke his cheek. Erik’s eyes closed, head falling forward slightly. He shook his head, face contorted with struggle. What the hell happened in a span of ten minutes? He was just laughing with his boys and playing spades. His belly was filled with all that good food and now he looked like his entire world was burning before him.

“Talk to me, E,” she began to feel frightened.

“We gotta talk,” he looked over her shoulder at the yard door, “Ty and Paige still back there?”

“How did you-yes they are, I mean, I think,” she was confused.

Erik grabs her hand and squeezed it.

“Come on,” he pulls Y/N in the direction she left. Tylesha and Paige were indeed still there, conversation coming to a halt when they spotted Erik pulling Y/N by her hand to the back door. Both of them gave her a rather dramatic thumbs up which made Y/N’s heart race faster and faster like she was chasing the calm within her that she needed at the moment. Finally, on the back deck, Erik closed the door, silence surrounding them now. He looked down at her like he was seeing her for the first time ever, his tongue rolling over his upper teeth.

“Erik, this shit is torture,” Y/N whispers.

“No need to whisper, it’s just me,” he points to his sturdy chest, “and you,” Erik grabs her hands, stroking them with his thumbs. Y/N looks from his motions to his face, understanding finally reaching the surface.

“You heard.”

She closes her eyes, looking away from him like she was full of embarrassment like this wasn’t her best friend who shared plenty of embarrassing moments with her. He didn’t say anything, just staring at her.

“Jesus, what are you thinking right now? It’s making me insane,” she looked up at him with erratic eyes, “I didn’t want you to hear that, oh my god, this is all wrong-“

“Wrong how?” His voice was low and steady as if he was trying to keep his calm.

“This isn’t how I planned on telling you,” she looks away again, the grass and trees keeping her gaze, “Damn, E.”

Erik closes his eyes, “how long?”

She wanted to cry. This wasn’t going at all how she wanted it. She wanted him to grab her and tell her how much he loved her too. Spin her around and kiss her lips, tease her about keeping it away from him for so long. 

“Only a few months but I’ve always known, just never accepted it.” Y/N felt so small next to him.

“A few months and you ain’t say a word?” He sounded hurt. Like he was left out of the loop.

“Yes. Because of how you’re reacting right now!” She turns away, rubbing her eyes gently so she wouldn’t ruin her makeup.”

“How am I reacting? I’m just asking questions, ma. I really wanna know.”

“Well, I wanna know.”

Y/N cut him off. Erik folded his arms across his chest, growing quiet for her to speak.

“How do you feel, huh? you all shocked and hurt that I didn’t tell you. Don’t do that if you feeling the same way, E.”

“Y/N,” Erik trails off, clenching his jaw, “Aight, you really wanna know? Bet,”

Erik walked upon her, grabbing her arm and pulling her directly against him. Erik wraps both of his arms around her waist, Y/N looking up at him with those big brown eyes he loved oh so much. Erik couldn’t begin to express how much he loved Y/N. He noticed the way she looked at him lately and touched him, but he didn’t flat out want to think that she was feeling him, Y/N was always touchy.

“I’m feeling the same way you do.”

Her mouth fell open. She looked at his lips.

“Erik I swear to fucking God if you are playing...”

“You know me when have I ever lied about some shit like this?”

He had a point.

“So. You love me?” She spoke with a small voice.

“Aye, it’s me you’re talking to, none of that.”

“It’s you but then it’s not you,” she closed her eyes.

“To answer your question, yes, I do love you.”

“how much, E?”

He brought both of his hands to her face.

“A lot. Enough to wanna kick myself because I should have told your ass sooner.”

Y?N rests her forehead against his sold chest, “Baybee...”

He froze, loving the way she said that to him. Shit was crazy, this is Y/N, his best friend. His beautiful best friend. Erik pulls her away gently, lifting her chin so she could meet his eyes. Those warm chocolate eyes, so smoldering with the need for him. He allowed his eyes to admire her generous frame like he always did when she didn’t know like he did when she walked away from him in the house. That dress. Her hair. The smell of lavender and daisies on her skin. The six-inch heels making her calf muscles look at built and then her toes... the toes his money paid to get painted. 

 he was even staring at her lips, “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

Y/N blushes, “Yeah, you like it?”

Y/N gave him a little twirl. Erik smiles down at her. Yeah, he liked the dress, but he loved her just as much. Erik probably would have never told her out of fear himself.

“like it? girl, I love it.”

This entire energy was different. The new stage in their friendship could possibly evolve into what they both wanted for a while but couldn’t say.

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[crash-cinematic-universe]

Pigeon

pairing: peter maximoff/reader

summary: Peter Maximoff is blowing away with the breeze without you to anchor him.

warnings: allusions to self harm, angst, allusions to depression and disassociation

notes: whats that? did you say “hey G make another cavetown songfic,”? well, if you insist.

taglist: @lokiqueenofasgard, @creator-appreciator

based off of the song Pigeon by cavetown

Circling around the kitchen

Why has nothing changed?

Feed cucumber sandwich to a pigeon

Chipping nail varnish on guitar strings

              Peter didn’t exactly know why he felt like he did. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was feeling-- he didn’t understand why he felt so hollow. He didn’t understand why the metallic silver of his life turned into a matte grey. All Peter really understood was that the empty cavity that was his chest made him uncomfortable. He wandered around the house doing the most mundane tasks in a desperate attempt to fill the cavity in his ribcage that was steadily growing more and more cavernous. Peter eventually found himself sitting silently on his doorstep, watching a flock of birds sitting on a power line. Something startled them, and they all flew off, leaving behind a small, sickly looking bird. That bird sat on the wire completely alone, and Peter felt much sadder than he believed he should. 

 Got a pillow case made out of money

Feelin' pretty fake when I wake up

Tissue paper castle paper caddy

Scaly little friend's got my backup

              It’s no secret that Peter isn’t wealthy; like everything else in his life, his house is totally average. Peter hates that, he hates how painfully average he is even with his mutation. He despises blending into the background. So, Peter steals. He makes himself less ordinary by taking what makes others extraordinary. In the moment, it feels good. He loves the rush he gets from taking, from becoming whatever he steals. Stealing is exhilarating; it gives Peter a better high that drugs ever could, but regret usually follows adrenaline. Nothing that makes Peter “cool” is actually Peter. He feels like a doll with endless accessories but shallow eyes and an empty smile. 

 Didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to

So honey, close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do

Don't you wanna give me time to write another song for you?

              “I’m sorry.” Your voice wasn’t cruel or malicious but it still felt as if with every syllable that left your lips you were stabbing Peter in the chest. Peter couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His brain couldn’t process your words, instead trying to shut itself off so Peter won’t have to deal with his emotions. Peter never thought that you’d leave. The majority of his friends didn’t either, they believed that the two of you would die at each other’s side. Peter got reckless, though; he thought you’d stay forever no matter what. He stopped trying, he stopped caring, and he didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. You couldn’t take it, so you left. So, there Peter lied, his eyes trained on the ceiling. This isn’t how he wanted to say goodbye-- he doesn’t want to say goodbye. You sigh from across the room, defeated and deflated. Finally, Peter finds his voice.

            “Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me? I love you, let me prove it--” Your head drops and it becomes evident to Peter that you’re holding back tears. 

“That’s the thing, Peter.” You voice is uneven and so utterly heartbreaking that Peter tears up too. “When you tell me you love me, you’re not saying it because you want me to know that you do-- you say it to make me want to stay. The intent is gone and I… I don’t think we can get it back.”

            “What did I do? Please don’t leave me, please, I don’t know what I’ll do without you.” Peter’s emotionless voice was overcome with desperation and sadness and he was practically begging for you to stay. You walked toward him, and for a second he thinks you’ll stay. You gently take his face in your hands, using your thumbs to wipe away his tears. You press a soft, tearful kiss on his lips before resting your forehead against his. 

            “It’s not you, Peter.” You whisper. “It’s never been you.” With that, you pull away from him and walk out the door. Peter could feel the ghostly touch of your hands and the whisper of you lips on his, but Peter was completely alone. 

 Fuzzy feeling and I miss you

Why can nothing stay the same

Fucking stupid head I'm gonna kill you

Melt all your art and drink the paint

              It wasn’t long after you left that the cavernous hole in his chest opened up. Peter didn’t realize how much he needed you-- without you he felt lost and empty, he yearned for your embrace at night when the darkness invaded his brain. Peter hates change, he always has, but this type of change made him want to pull all his hair out and wither away in a corner. Peter hated himself more than anything in the world because he loved you so, so, so much that he couldn’t handle not having you. He’s incomplete without you.

            Peter despised his own brain. He hated how the most vital organ he has was actively trying to destroy him-- he often found himself wishing he could reach into his skull and pull out his traitor brain. He got angry, slamming his fists into his bedroom wall until his knuckles bled, leaving him to collapse onto the floor into a bloody, tearful mess. The silver man wanted to destroy everything he saw and finish with himself.

 I am not a beast, I'm not a monster I don't care what you say You can't have the bad guys without a hero And I'm the only one who's got a cape  

            It became routine for Peter to talk down on himself. He convinced himself that he was evil and that everyone he loved secretly hated him. His eyes played tricks on him, his reflection sneering at him and clawing at his frail body. There was once a time where Peter was a hero-- a voice for the voiceless, a savior for those in need. He didn’t need to fight off the monsters in his head because he was too busy fighting real monsters alongside his friends. He’s not a hero anymore, though, and his friends are gone. He’s alone and the monsters that hid within his mind forced their way out. The thought made Peter cry.

 Didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to

So honey, close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do

Don't know how I'm gonna live without, but I'll stay strong for you

            When you showed up at his door, he thought he was dreaming. He thought he’d gone completely over the edge and that his brain was fried and short circuiting. Then, your teary eyes met his and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms clung to you as if you’d dissolve, and you clutched him like he’d throw you out onto the street. Peter cried harder than he ever had that day-- his entire body vibrating with a rush of emotion that he couldn’t handle.

            “I’m sorry,” your voice is soft and apologetic and tearful and Peter wants nothing more than to kiss the sadness out of you. “I was being petty and stupid and--”

            “No,” Peter cut you off, his hands never leaving your body. “I wasn’t thinking and you were right--” He couldn’t continue, sobs wracking his body as he pulled you close and slammed his lips against yours. The kiss was desperate and needy and passionate, Peter’s hand clutching your shirt. 

            “I missed you so much,” You mumbled against his lips. Peter chuckles softly. 

            “I can imagine.” He kisses you again, his arms wrapping around your waist. You pull away softly.

            “Will you let me stay?” Your voice is wispy and breathless and Peter thinks that’s what angels sound like.

            “Always.”

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[pretendrocketships]

To Be So Lonely

Part 1: Fine Line

A/N: 5.7k overload of angst. I’m so sorry. song pairings while you read.

About: Part Two of Fine Line. You’re juggling your heart, your boyfriend’s, and Shawn’s. And one ball has to drop. 

Song: To Be So Lonely by Harry Styles

--

Two weeks ago ago. No one talked about it. No one knew. You stayed quiet, and so did he. Charlie kissed you like nothing was wrong. Brian opened your beers like nothing happened, and then there was Shawn. Shawn walked around, wrote music, and smiled politely like he never walked down into that basement in the first place. “Charlie!” you called running down the stairs in one of his long button downs. You reached up, and attempted to reach the top shelf, your efforts in vain, due to your height. “Charlie! We’re out of Nutella, and you put the peanut butter on the highest shelf!” You got on your tip-toes, causing Charlie's blue striped shirt to raise higher and higher. You felt something move behind you and saw a pale arm sneak up behind you and grab a jar of Nutella and peanut butter. 

“He um, he hides the second jar.” 

“Jesus, fucking hell, Shawn! You scared the shit out of me!” you said jumping and clutching your chest. He laughed a little. His lips didn’t move, but you could tell he was smiling. 

“You’re such a wimp.” You shoved him. 

“Shut up, you bully. He scoffed. 

“Bullying you? You can’t be serious.” You smiled and shoved him. Then he smiled, an actual smile. 

“Babe! It’s right on the top!” It was gone. His smile vanished as soon as it came. Charlie walked down his tight, black boxers. He came over and kissed your temple. “See babe, you got it.” You smiled and kissed him. 

“No, uh. Shawn got them for me,” you said shifting your weight between your feet. No one had to say anything for it to be awkward. How could it not be, both men in front of you, wanted you. And not in the romantic movie way every producer seemed to think girls dream about, but in the real way where whatever choice you made hurt someone. Shawn nodded once and went back to his book. He had been reading a lot recently. If he put his eyes on the pages, he didn’t have to watch Charlie grab your ass. “Charlie!” you exclaimed. “Not now,” you whispered blushing. Shawn cleared his throat and closed his book.

“Gonna check on my laundry,” he said excusing himself and disappearing from view. 

“Look what you did, Charlie,” you said, turning back to your food. Charlie waved his hand 

“Whatever, he’s fine.” You turned from him and started abusing your poor piece of bread with a ridiculous amount of Nutella. His fingers danced up and down your waist, and he kissed your neck. “Why does he even matter? He probably just wants to finish his book or whatever.” You cocked your head to the side, accidentally allowing him easier access to your neck. 

“H-have you noticed him acting weird lately?” His teeth grazed your neck. Little marks appeared up and down any available skin Charlie could find. He shrugged, paying more attention to your skin than your words. 

“Maybe, might be about the girl he fucked last night,” he said nonchalantly. You sprang back. 

“W-what? what? What girl did he fuck last night?” You sprung away from him, searching his eyes, waiting for him to laugh and say he was joking. He looked at you strangely. You deserved that much. 

“Um, not sure? Brian just said he heard a girl’s laugh coming from his room and he put on his headphones after that.” You looked down at your shoes. Charlie smirked and pushed you against the counter. “You could go ask him-” you started to move away, but he pulled you back,”later, babe. After I'm finished.” His lips danced over your skin, but all you could think about was Shawn. You knew he said to forget it, that it was only one time he needed, but you couldn’t just forget that night. How could he forget it? How did he do it? You wished you could keep that night out of your mind . He would never know you thought about it while you were watching tv or picking up groceries. Charlie kissed your neck and his hands danced over your stomach and legs. Charlie was touching you, but all you could think about was Shawn. The fantasies played over and over in your head. Was Shawn a cuddler? I mean of course he’d held you when you tried to learn to skateboard, despite your horrid balance. He’d held you in excitement when you thought you were moving up at your job. He caught you when you fell in his arms, as you were overlooked for someone who didn’t deserve that promotion half as much as you did. These memories flooded your mind, along with questions about how he would hold you when you were in love, fully and without restraints. 

Fuck, maybe he forgot it. He acted like he did. He said so many things that night that you didn’t have time to process. You didn’t have enough time to even think about a response to what he said, until now. If Shawn had told you all this earlier, would you be wearing Shawn’s band shirts instead of Charlie’s button down?

”Seriously,” Brian said, shaking his head. “You guys are always at it,” he said plopping himself down at the bar. 

“Why are you all in my house again?” Charlie asked annoyed that he had to pull away from you. You averted your attention to the ground, counting the tiles that lined the floor. 

“You forget we’re all staying here? Staying close since (Y/N) has been away so long?” Brian reminded. “It’s like you don’t even remember half the shit you say,” Brian muttered under his breath. They both kept talking, but you couldn’t focus for the life of you.

“(Y/N)?” Charlie nudged you. “Babe?” You blinked and looked up at him. 

“Yeah?” Your eyes were spaced, clearly exposing the fact that you were not there mentally.

“Brian was talking to you, babe.” Fuck you, in your head again. You turned to Brian with a small smile. 

“What’d you say? Sorry.” Brian laughed. 

“S’alright. What time did you go to bed last night?” Charlie grabbed you by the waist and nipped at your jaw. 

“Not till late.” 

“Oh god,” Brian said, cringing at what Charlie hinted at. Truth is, you hadn’t, not since the night you and Shawn shared. You could see how frustrated Charlie was getting. Finally had a break from both of your lives putting you in the same place, on the same wavelength, and the one thing he wanted didn’t want him back. The less responsive you got, the more he touched you and bragged to the boys. You moved his hands off you, signaling him to put an end to the public show. It’s as if Shawn knew you were done putting on an act. He came sauntering down the stairs and made himself at home again, quietly, nose buried in the fridge.

“Well, what I was saying was. The vibe in the house is all wrong. I don’t know exactly what it is,” he said, eyes darting to you, “But! I plan on fixing it. Family game night! Just like we used to! And attendance,” he said, looking at Shawn this time, “is mandatory.” 

“Yes! Oh, yes! You’re all about to get your ass kicked,” Charlie cheered. 

“Bring your worst,” Matt said. When did he even walk in? You were more lost in your thoughts than you realized. Brain was, not so secretly, looking at you and Shawn, neither of you sharing any excitement. 

.

Game night was awkward, but you’re not really sure what you expected. “Oh come ON. That is so not fair!” Matt groaned as Charlie slapped him with another +4 card. 

Between passing cards and beers, things were starting to feel like they could be okay, like you could laugh without feeling everyone’s eyes on you, silently asking which boy you were in love with. You lost. Every. Single. Game. But you being able to feel your shoulders relax around the people closest to you felt nice. It felt nice to not feel on edge for a while. 

“I told you that you were going to get your ass kicked, not sure why you didn’t believe me,” Charlie said with a soft laugh, while taking a swig of his beer. He pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your temple. “See baby, you’re dating a winner.” You forced a small smile up at him and looked back down at your cards. Shawn rolled his eyes. He saw through you in a way Charlie wouldn’t even try to. 

“Remember how I said uno? HA!” Brain yelled as he slammed his last card down, dancing and prancing around the table like he had just won the lotto. 

“HOW THE FUCK!” Charlie roared, his eye flaring wildly around the room, searching for some sort of explanation. Brian was still gloating, not giving a damn in the world about Charlie’s temper. “He cheated! He must have cheated!” he said, arms pointing at the table, eyes locked on Brian.

“Oh, give it a rest, mate. Ya lost a friendly game of uno, you’ll live.” Brian said, annoyance seeping through his smile. 

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” he said, swatting at Brian, finally allowing himself to laugh at his loss. “Well I’m going to cry myself to sleep. G’night everyone!” he said with a nod. He leaned down to your level to plant a kiss on your lips, a kiss sweeter than everyone needed to see. “Night, baby.” Brian raise his eyebrows at the situation and sprung up himself.

“Yeah, tired! Yawn, goodnight!” Brian said while leaving the room.

“Brian. . . you literally said yawn! You didn’t even yawn!” you fussed as suddenly you realize everyone left the room for you and Shawn to clean up. You’re not sure if it’s on purpose or not, but it would be a lie to say you weren’t slightly hoping for time alone. You need to act on it.

“I’ll wipe down. You do the dishes?” you asked sheepishly, turning to face Shawn. He nods and turns his attention from you and turns around to start the dishes.

“Sounds good.” God, was it silent. You wanted this time alone with him to talk about all that happened, but you didn’t know how to start the conversation. What's the right way to say “hey I know you told me you loved me and I didn’t say it back and like I didn’t know it then but maybe I wanna revisit that?” You wished you could come out and say it, but you're too nervous. 

“So, are we going to talk, or are you going to keep staring at my ass?” You laugh, thankful that he knows you need him to break the tension, need him to be the one to make the first move. 

“I feel like i keep nagging you with the same questions, but why are you avoiding me?” He laughs, like you’ve said the funniest yet stupidest thing in the world.

“Well isn't it obvious?” Not being able to read his mind was killing you. 

“We ever going to talk about it? Or am I that easy for you to forget?” you tried to joke, but you both knew the words stung coming out of your mouth. He went back to vigorously washing the same dish. 

“Didn't forget,” he mumbled. “Just didn't have anything to say.” You laughed, a bitterness lacing the sound.

“That night you couldn't wait to shut me up, but now you have nothing to say? Brilliant.” You were mad, with no right to be, but you needed him to ask one more time. You needed him to give you the option again. “Shawn,” you said sternly. He ignores you, and recently, it’s becoming more common. You try again, louder this time. 

“I know it did.”  What the fuck? He answered a question you didn’t even ask out loud. “I know what you’re thinking; you don’t have to say it.” He lowered his voice this time. “That night, it messed us up,” he shook his head. “I would have never been so selfish if I knew what it was going to do to us.” You gripped the counter, tension flowing throughout your body.

“Don’t.” you barely managed to get out through a clenched jaw. “Don’t say that.” He finally looked up from his cup to stare into your eyes. Confusion. It was written all over his face.

“What? What does that even mean, (y/n)?” His voice sounded tired and annoyed all at once. “What now? You wanna talk?” he says throwing the rag in a full sink, water and bubbles splashing everywhere. “Fine,” his long legs allow a quick stride to the table. The chair screams against the floor as he motions for you to sit. “Sit, let's talk then.” You look at him a while before sitting. He’s playing with his hands, the distraction forcing his mind to stop racing and calm down, something you've seen him do time and time again. 

“Shawn,” you tried. 

“It’s like you forget that I know you. Forget that I’m always checking up you, even when if you realize that or not. Like I didn’t see you deleted most of your pictures with Charlie on Facebook, like i didn’t notice you took down your relationship status.” You looked at him, mouth agape. He shot you a look that told you to not even think of interjecting him right now. “I know it doesn’t say single, but it doesn’t say in a relationship anymore either. You can’t tell me that means nothing.” He was pleading with you at this point, wishing you would give in. Silence hushed the room. 

“I can’t.” He almost would have missed your whisper, if he didn't hang onto every word you said. His eyes lit up, full of the hope that only those two words could bring. His eyes are big, blown out and asking for you to let him into your mind. 

“Please --” he’s begging, proper begging now. He just needs to hear it. It’s your turn to hold your hand up. You need a minute to make your heart start racing.

“ Shawn, I,” you trailed off, head tucked into your shoulder. He waited, his smile slowly faltering. He’s not far off from breaking down, right there in front of you. He rests his eyes for a minute, ready to swallow the last bit of pride he didn’t even know he had. 

“You already know I love you, but I can--” He paused to think. He gets up from his chair and moves to the other side of the kitchen. You give him a second before shyly removing yourself from your chair to join him. “I can show you what love is supposed to feel like. I can show you what it looks like when someone thinks about you before they think about themselves.” Suddenly, he has you pressed against the fridge, lips trailing along your outside of your ear. “I can show you how it’s supposed to feel; how your body’s supposed to feel when the right person is pressing up on it.” His hands are sliding down your arms and instinctively you’re pushing back on him. His lips ghost your neck. “See this? This is the reaction Charlie should be fighting for, fighting for your body to react to every little thing he does. But I don’t want it.” He said, pulling away, moving to make you look into his eyes. “Unless you’re willing to give me the real thing. I deserve that. I deserve security and answers and a girl who wants me back.” He looks at you, eyes searching, and again, he’s left you at a loss for words. You’re not saying anything, and his resolve is breaking. The silence that fills the room if familiar and deafening.  He’s not sure he could’ve heard you over his own racing thoughts. He sighs, sad, and turns to walk away.

“I love you alright!” 

“What?” He doesn't sound happy.

“I said it. I love you.” 

“Oh.” He stops. His eyebrows scrunch up like he’s trying to figure out a math equation. “Okay.”

“What the--? I just told you I love you? Isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for me to say?” He spins around quickly, suddenly invading your space. 

“No, this isn't what I wanted to hear. I wanted to hear you realized it was me all along. I wanted to hear you say you were scared to jump, and that's why you were with Charlie, but you’re ready to be brave now. I wanted to hear,” this time his hands gripped yours “I wanted to hear that your body,” his hands now clutched your waist and lower back “only melts for me now. You didn't say any of that, you just said you loved me because you thought that's what I needed to hear.” He dropped all contact with you. “What I don’t need is a lie. What I needed was you.” Needed. That hurt. You felt like you were trying to grab air. You didn't know how to say what you wanted to say, so you just said it. 

“I think about you! All the time. In my fucking sleep, in the shower, in every day dream,” you whimpered at the end, causing him to look at you with wild eyes. It was like he was hearing his inner thoughts be read aloud. You continued. “I, I never thought about us like that, okay? Not for real. I thought you were complimenting me bc we were friends, holding me because you had to. I didn’t think you loved me like that, ok? When you said it that night of the party, I thought it was the alcohol, but then I noticed. Fuck, I thought back and started to see it, I started to believe it.” you slumped into the dining room chair, head in your hands. Was that? Sniffling? Oh, he did not just hear crying.  

“Honey,” he started while placing a hand on your shoulder. You shrugged him off. 

“No, you did this!” he moved back, his head jerking in confusion. 

“What?” 

“Yes, you! If you would have just told me how you felt earlier--” His boisterous laugh cut you off 

“Me? This is my fault?” he smiled as he removed your hands from your face. 

“Are you really going to laugh at me while I’m trying to tell you I love you?” Yup, that did it. His heart was shot. No matter how strong, he wouldn't dream of removing cupid's arrow for the life of him. “I love the way you laugh, your stupid curls, feeling birds at the park, listening to you write songs, you always forgetting to refile the toilet paper in the bathroom, and every fucking stupid thing you’ve done since we met, okay? I. Love. You.” He was beaming, truly thought his cheeks would rip. “But,” his smile faltered. It didn't fade, but faltered. “But, I need time. To work out my thoughts, to tell Charlie, to find a new place, since we live together. I’m still saying I love you, but I do need time.” He looked down to his shoes, pondering bouts of new information. 

“Time, I can give you.” his hand was cupping your damp cheek and soothing away any remaining tears. “I can let you figure things out, but this doesn’t change the fact that I deserve someone who loves me. I can’t have you rip out my heart one day and then offer to put it back together, while you’re still holding the knife.” He had always been open to sharing the love and joy you gave him, but this was your first glimpse of the pain you caused. It made you wince. He felt you recoil and moved your chair closer. “I’m not,” he paused, “I'm not saying I need an answer tomorrow, but I do need an answer. You can’t keep us both, honey. And a part of me feels like shit for making you choose, but for me, for yourself, you gotta choose.” You nodded, not thinking you’d feel so nad during what's supposed to be a fairy tale ending for the both of you. You pawed at your face and got up from the chair. 

“Well I uh, I have to finish cleaning up here, so.” He rolled his eyes playfully. You missed that. 

“Go up stairs. You’ve always been bad at dishes anyway.” He fake swats at you with the dish rag, and you wished you could laugh. “We’ll get through this alright? No matter what you decide, we’ll see it through.” With that, you trudged up the stairs to let your thoughts flow freely inside the confines of your room.

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Two weeks. You went two weeks without talking about that night. Secrets became the staple of your relationship, the lying and silence became customary. Charlie was happy to have your attention, and Matt was too oblivious to notice. That left Brian to bounce back and forth between you two. Ever since that night, you needed the house filled. You needed a distraction. You needed people around so you could get time to just think about how to move forward, to think without Charlie’s hands all over you. Everyone having a good time should have made you feel better. It didn’t. 

“You never told me what happened after game night,” Brian said, handing you a beer. You never really liked the taste, but it’s the only thing that made you talk without restrictions. 

“N-nothing happened.” Hiccup. Sip. “Talked.” You felt Brian getting annoyed that no one would let him in on what was going on. You needed to get out. Yup. You knew you were fucked up, and you needed out of this conversation before you let something slip that you couldn’t take back. Brian shook his head and took his own sip. 

“Something happened, so please stop lying and fucking enlighten me.” You got up and threw your empty bottle into the pile and got up. 

“Thanks for the beer.” You shot him a lazy smile and slid off the chair. His arm launched for you as you lost your footing. “F-fine! I’m fine,” you said, shooting Brian another signature smile. You were over socializing, you just wanted to fall asleep to the soft lull of the party and escape in your thoughts. You started the trek up the stairs to your room, ignoring Brian’s calls for you. God, were you annoyed. These railings wouldn’t stop attacking your sides. God, these stairs seemed much longer when your head was buzzing. You stumbled before you could reach the last step. Arms caught you before you could reach the ground. “W-what the fuck?” you slurred. 

“Shh, s'alright.” Familiar arms went to reach around your waist and pulled you to your feet. 

“W-what?” you mumbled, too intoxicated to understand anything that was going on. You felt yourself flying, no, getting carried from the hallway and into a dark room, dimly lit by tiny lights adorning the walls.  

“I’ve got you, just-“ he sighed and sat you on the bed. You blinked, over and over, to try and identify the blurry face in front of you. His finger ghosted over your face. He sighed, shaking his head. You felt something tugging at the bottom of your shirt. The hands pulled your shirt off and quickly slipped on another shirt. You didn’t feel eyes on your skin, and that’s because he wasn’t looking.vIt’s been weeks, and he didn’t even look. He started slipping off your shorts, and you played with the bottom of the black t-shirt. He turned to the dresser to fold your clothes. 

“Billie Eilish,” you mumbled, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric between your fingers. 

“Yeah, she’s your favorite, right? Am I wrong? Did it change?” He asked as if he didn’t know. He asked as if you both didn’t know that you talked about Billie to him for hours in bed with him some nights. Well, before. 

“You don’t like her,” you pointed out, still staring at the black fabric. He rested himself against the dresser, staring at you in the mirror. 

“You know I bought it for you.” Listening to him made you sober up, a little. You smiled and closed your eyes. He smiled too, just for a second. He walked over to you, pulled the covers down and slid your legs under them. “Time to sleep, (Y/N).” You nodded drowsily and moved completely under the covers. He pulled the covers up to your chin, and you pulled them down. He sighed, but you could have sworn you saw a little smile. You closed your eyes, and your head rolled to the side. You felt a pair of warm lips touch your forehead.You smiled and imagined he did too. Your chest rose and fell seven times before you felt yourself being pulled into a block of warmth. 

Morning. Fuck. Your head burned, and the light stung. Your mind was fucked from the liquor. You were alone, no one around to ask just how big your bottle pile was last night. Was someone actually in your room last night? Or did you dream that up too? You dreamt you won the lotto. That for sure was a dream, but you weren’t sure the boy was. If you squeezed your eyes shut, and kept them closed for long enough, you could still feel the warmth wrapped around your body. Your hands made their way to the black, soft fabric of the borrowed t-shirt that hung loosely around your frame. You heard a buzz. You were sure your head just buzzed. You threw your hand out and swatted around until you found the brown bedside table. You yanked the drawer open, and your hand felt around, looking for anything to stop the room from vibrating. You searched to shut the phone off, but instead you found a tiny polaroid. You squinted your eyes open to inspect. A smile crept across your face, as your fingers ghosted over the picture. His arm was thrown around your shoulder and you were smiling a true smile, from ear to ear. Shawn looked so young; you did too. Maybe because things were uncomplicated back then, no sneaking around or secrets: just plain old friends. You closed your eyes, the picture folded up in the palm of your hand, and rolled onto his side of the bed, inhaling his scent and pretending he was there. The buzzing turned into background noise, lulling you back to your dreams.

You woke up again, groggy and still alone. You knew you couldn’t hide from reality any longer, but that didn’t mean facing the truth was any easier. What if. The two words dancing around your mind endlessly, running you in circles. No matter what you did, you felt like you lost. If you chose to stick with Charlie, you don’t have a best friend. Shawn could spew whatever bullshit to everyone else, but not to you. You weren’t the same. You don’t have your best friend, and that was just the truth. You thought Charlie was it; he’s what you can get and it’s not so bad, so you stick with it. Was that wrong? Was it wrong to be afraid to jump into something you didn’t know, without the security of it working out? Charlie wasn’t a bad boyfriend. Charlie wasn’t a villain Shawn was saving you from. Charlie wasn’t bad, he just wasn’t Shawn. If you pick Shawn, you ruin the group dynamic. ‘As if it isn’t already ruined’ you rebut in your head. If you pick Shawn you could have a heart-shattering love that could end a number of unforeseeable ways. Your mind and your mind have never been on further sides. Thinking about it didn’t make it any easier, so you decided to stop thinking about it.

Downstairs. You were downstairs now. As soon as your foot left the last stair of the staircase, you wished you would have slept longer. Your dreams were a safe space to workout your feelings, without exposing your inner thoughts to anyone. The memories soothed any troubles you had floating around in your head. Charlie’s lips were on your neck instantly, and the memories got fuzzy. 

“Morning, sleepy head,” he muttered into your neck, eyes closed and hands instantly tangled in your hair, attempting to pull closer

You could see Shawn watching you from the bar. He raised an eyebrow and continued stirring his tea, that weird lemon ginger shit for his throat, no doubt. You closed your eyes and tried to think of what it would be like if Charlie and Shawn switched places, just for a second. Charlie’s teeth were attempting to leave purple marks on your skin. His teeth sunk into the fantasy, ripping it from your mind. Shawn’s eyes dropped to his tea, his finger catching any tea that laid cold on the rim of the cup. Every mark reminded Shawn of who you were. Not his. Every second you lay in Shawn’s arm showed him what you chose.

“Charlie,” you said quietly, pushing him away.

 “Babe,” he laughed as his tongue darted out and left a slimy trail down your neck.

”Charlie.” You said it louder than you wanted to, louder than you expected. Even Shawn stopped stirring to look up at you. 

“Fucking fine,” he kept grumbling, but you stopped listening after Shawn looked up at you. ‘Are you okay?’ he asked without moving his lips. Charlie stormed away, so it was just you and him. You nodded and stared at him. He made no move to pry and ask how you were feeling. You wish he had. After confirming he was making no move towards you, you began your trek upstairs. Left. Right. Up the stairs until you landed in front of the room. Shawn was right behind you.

 “Hey.” You turned and looked up at him with wide eyes, his voice bringing you out of your thoughts.  

“What?-“ 

“Hey. Uh,” he stuttered, visibly uncomfortable. “I just said hey.” You nodded. 

“Yeah, sorry, hi.” You looked away at the ceiling, down the stairs, at the wall, anything to escape his gaze. You forced yourself to look back up at him, into his eyes. In his eyes, you could see him pinning you against the wall. You could almost feel his breath on your neck. You could feel his grabby hands at your waist. You could imagine his warmth. Snap back to reality, Shawn was inches from your face. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and stroked your cheek with his thumb. 

“You okay?” You closed your eyes, one small touch bringing back every memory of that night. Your eyes locked. Your stomach felt weird, and your heart was beating too fast. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered, not breaking eye contact. 

“Okay,” he said and started to pull away, but before the warmth of his hand left your cheek, you grabbed his bicep. Shit. It got bigger. “(Y/N) ...” he said, staring at your hand on him. You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. You let him pull you into his arms. You sniffed, the musky cologne and pizza grease filling your nostrils. 

“Shawn, when’s the last time you changed your shirt?” He laughed. A real one. It vibrated through his whole chest.

 “Dunno, few days or so.” You laughed, a real one too. You cringed and moved away from him. 

“Ew, Shawn, that’s gross!” He laughed and pulled you close to him. “Shawn, stop!” You squealed. He just kept squeezing you closer and closer, until you could feel his heart beat right next to yours. “Shawn! Shawn! Can’t breathe!” He laughed softly. The laughter died down, but a genuine happiness emanated around you. He stared at you a while, eyes soft and kind, asking permission before he closed his eyes and rested his nose on yours. He took a deep breath, and even though your eyes were closed, you thought you could feel him smiling. 

“Hi, (Y/N).” That’s all he said, but it felt like it was something he had been holding back for a while. Your nose rubs against his. 

“Hey, Shawn.” You stood there, legs aching but unable to remove yourself from Shawn, the old Shawn you fell in love with. You grabbed his hand. You didn’t feel a spark, or anything everyone talked about, it just felt familiar. You couldn’t explain what familiar felt like, or that a feeling like that even existed, but Shawn never seemed to fit into anything you knew. When you pulled him closer, you touched his hand, you felt Charlie. You felt the pain he would feel if you allowed yourself to melt into Shawn.You stood there, not knowing what to do and not saying anything. A few more seconds, then you would pull away. A few more seconds had passed. And then a few more. Your hand was on Shawn’s again, or maybe it never left? Your hand pulled on his, leading both of you to his bedroom. You pulled on his arm, but his body never moved. You pulled a little harder. You only needed a few minutes. A few minutes to feel the way his body curled around yours. His feet shuffled, in that awkward way they usually did. “Shawn, c’mon,” you said whining softly. You didn’t want a fight, and quite frankly, you weren’t expecting one. He moved closer to you, bringing you nose and nose once again. 

“Can’t,” he whispered. Your eyes flew open and watched him slowly move to leave a lingering kiss on your temple. He didn’t open his eyes until he was completely turned around. You watched him walk to his room and close the door, you on the other side of it. 

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