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the-cult-of-riley · 3 days
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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act Two: Chapter Three)
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC
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A/N:
Man, I’ve been feeling like shit lmao
My b12 anaemia has been kicking my ass and I’m not even joking. I went to see Greg Puciato on the 10th and I legit spent the whole first two starting bands throwing up and almost passing out, with zero alcohol consumed. I thought I was gonna die but refused to go home ‘cause no way was I missing Greg loooool I pushed through and it was the best show I’ve ever been to, even if I felt on the verge of death. I also picked up some germs ‘cause now I feel like I’ve got the flu and I haven't even got over whatever I was dealing with before.
I don’t know why my brain has been really struggling with this chapter. I have so much of Act Two mapped out but it's mostly the action and the fun and the angsty bits and the making up and all that. The little in-between parts to get there haven't been written and my brain really wasn't playing ball. Sorry for any typos, It's currently 2 am here and I've literally just finished writing and quickly editing it lol
In the name of our Lord and Saviour, Simon Riley, I beseech you to strike the writer curse from my weary body and allow me to continue feeding my hungry children with Ghostly content.
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The last wisps of sleep were still clinging onto Charlotte’s consciousness when she felt her bed dip and the covers rustle and move. Her eyes blinked open slowly, her brain trying to comprehend the shit show that had become her life. For a brief moment, she thought she was back home, dying under the weight of grief and raising a child alone. But then she realised this wasn't her bed, these weren’t her bedroom walls and her husband wasn't dead. She still felt that grief though, it wouldn't shake even if he was breathing and now she had a heaping scoop of betrayal to go along with it. She rolled over to the source of what woke her up to see Beth beside her, giving her a cheeky smile.
“Good morning, mummy,” she murmured tiredly, scooting closer and wrapping herself around Charlotte like a snake. It made all of her tension seep from her body, even if only for a moment. She loved these moments in the morning with her daughter. They made her feel like she was glued back together briefly. 
“Good morning, pickle,” she smiled softly and Beth made a disgruntled noise like she always did at the nickname. They didn't need words as they cuddled together as they both woke up and Charlotte tried to will some backbone to leave the room at some point. 
They’d need breakfast and she hoped Simon wouldn't be in the mess hall. She wasn't sure how Beth was supposed to bond with him when she wanted him nowhere near her. She knew she needed to suck it up for Beth’s sake and Simon was lucky she’d do anything for their daughter. 
“Did you have a good sleep?” Charlotte asked, her fingers stroking through Beth’s unruly curls. The girl shot her a bright smile with a nod.
“I did. I’m excited to go and see daddy at breakfast! Can we go yet?” she asked eagerly and Charlotte tried to stop her stomach from tying itself in knots. 
“Let's get dressed then,” she flashed her best fake smile and Beth giggled, rushing to get out of bed as Lottie sat up and rubbed her eyes.
“Can we match, mummy?” Beth asked hopefully and Charlotte nodded.
“You pick what you want us to wear,” she instructed, watching with a fond smile as Beth rummaged around in the bag, pulling some things out and leaving them strewn about the place. 
She picked out two matching hoodies that had Placebo across the chest. Hers was real merch but they didn't make kids stuff so she’d wound up using fabric paint to replicate it on a kids hoodie. She picked out black leggings to match too. They both got dressed in their matching attire, boots to finish off the look and Charlotte really didn't feel like making much of an effort with her hair with how she was feeling so she threw it up into a high pony. Naturally, Beth gave her a look and was only placated once she also had a high ponytail that looked nothing like Charlotte with her blonde curls.
If she thought she felt nauseous on the way to the mess hall, it was nothing compared to how she felt when they strolled in, hand in hand. It felt like everyone’s eyes turned to the two civilians on base and she knew she wasn't imagining how they all murmured to each other. Maybe word travelled fast. 
One pair of eyes in particular felt like they burned her right down to her bones and she glanced over to the table housing the 141, seeing those deep brown hues staring right at her. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her and she looked away quickly, ushering Beth to the food. She grabbed two trays, feeling guilty that Beth was babbling about something but she was struggling to pay attention. She scooped some scrambled eggs onto the plates and some bacon. She was just scooping some beans too when someone approached. 
“Well then, who’s this wee pretty lass?” 
Charlotte turned to see Johnny standing there, a smile that she could only compare to sunshine on a rainy day as he peered down at Beth. she clung to Mr Snuffles tightly, blinking up at the man.
“I’m Beth,” she answered sweetly and Charlotte watched as Johnny crouched to be closer to her height.
“What a beautiful name,” he grinned and Beth beamed at him.
“What's your name?” she asked curiously.
“I’m Johnny but people call me Soap,” he answered and Beth giggled.
“That's a silly name!” 
Johnny snorted with a nod.
“Aye, it is, but it's mine and I love it. We need to get you a call sign, aye?” he asked and Beth toddled closer to him, eyes wide as she nodded.
“Yes please, Mr Soap,” she clapped her hands excitedly and Charlotte didn't miss how she was drawing attention. 
“Alright., let’s think…” Johnny rubbed his chin, making a show of thinking and it made Beth giggle again.
“Do ye have a nickname already? We could use that,” he suggested and Beth pulled a face.
“Mummy calls me pickle sometimes,” she muttered gloomily and Johnny chuckled.
“Nah, we don't want a name like pickle, do we?” he asked her, pulling the same face she had and it made her laugh.
“What kinda things do ye like?” he asked her thoughtfully and Beth’s face lit up.
“I like Halloween and spooky things. Ghosts, skellingtons and pumpkins. I like monsters,” she made fake claws with her hands and growled at him. 
Being the good sport he was, Johnny yelped dramatically, falling on his ass and Charlotte couldn't help the grin on her face as she watched the pair, Beth laughing brightly at him. She was quickly warming up to the man. 
“I have the perfect name for ye, and it kinda goes with yer daddy’s” he announced, looking pleased with himself and Beth was practically bouncing on the spot.
“What is it?” she asked eagerly.
“Spook,” he declared with a flourish and Beth’s eyes were almost sparkling. 
“I love it!” she beamed, dancing about a little, the bunny in her hands getting thrown about in the process.
“Awesome!” Johnny grinned, holding his hand up to her and she slapped him a high-five harder than he expected if his wince was anything to go by. 
He stood back up, a slight groan leaving his lips as he back popped. 
“Now that's settled, let's eat, aye?” he smiled, turning to look at Charlotte as he gave her a warm grin that had her smiling back at him.
“Alright?” he asked her and she nodded, feeling somewhat better by his soothing presence. He seemed happy with her answer, clapping her gently on the back before he swiped Beth’s tray so Charlotte didn't have to carry two. 
Beth was happily chatting to him as the three of them made their way over to the table. Price was at the head of the table to the right, the bench along the back housing a man she didn't know with a cap on his head and a calming smile aimed at her. She smiled back nervously and looked away, her hands tightening over the tray. There was an empty spot beside the man and Johnny plonked into it, not before putting Beth's tray on the other side of the bench which was empty. On the head of the table to the left was Simon, whose eyes were glued to her. Beth’s tray was placed beside him and that left the spot between Beth and Price open for her. 
She noticed two of the men who were there at her outburst the day before weren't here but she was glad. It was bad enough being around just this small group, especially because she’d spilled her heart out in front of them. Worst of all was Simon though and the only respite she got from his burning gaze was when Beth climbed up on the bench, having to sit on her knees to reach her tray as she beamed a blinding grin at him and his eyes now went to his daughter.
“Good morning, daddy,” she smiled up at him. Charlotte wished to tear her eyes away and yet she couldn't, seeing his dark eyes peering out of his mask at Beth, all soft and gooey. It was the same look she had herself when her daughter was being sweet. 
“Mornin’, lovie,” he murmured quietly and Charlotte swallowed thickly. 
“So! Introductions since this spooky bastard won’t be makin’ ‘em,” Johnny started with a smirk and Beth gasped, slapping one hand over her mouth, the other pointing accusingly at the Scot, making him go silent.
“You swore!” she exclaimed and the whole table went quiet as they watched her. Charlotte bit her lip to stifle a laugh as Johnny blinked at her for a moment before he let out a laugh.
“Aye, I did, I’m sorry, lass,” he murmured with a grin and Beth raised a sassy brow at him.
“You owe me a pound now,” she held her hand out expectantly and Charlotte watched the Scot look to the girl's hand before back at her face.
“I owe ye?” he asked slowly and Beth nodded.
“We have a swear jar and every time mummy swears she puts a pound in and then I get to spend it,” she flashed her teeth in a toothy grin and Johnny’s lips quirked upwards as he glanced to Charlotte and then back to Beth.
“Well, I don’t have a quid on me right now, but I’ll owe ye one, aye?” he asked and Beth sighed with a nod.
“So, ye already know the Captain and this creepy fu- fool…” he trailed off after curtly cutting his words so he didn't owe even more money to the mini Riley. He slapped Simon on the shoulder and Lottie watched carefully as his dark eyes slid to Johnny, mild amusement and annoyance shining behind them. But when those eyes slid back to her, she felt like a lightning bolt struck her right in the chest and she looked away quickly, picking at her eggs. 
“This one is Kyle Garrick, also known as Gaz,” Johnny finished as he gestured to the only man on the table she hadn’t met yet.
“Nice to meet you Mr Gaz,” Beth smiled sweetly at him. The man smiled, a soft look on his face.
“Nice to meet you too,” he replied politely, his eyes turning to Charlotte then.
“You too, Mrs Riley,” he smiled and her hand tightened around her fork.
“Charlotte’s fine,” she muttered tensely and she could practically feel Simon’s eyes burning into her.
“And all you fuc- idiots know Charlotte and Beth, now also known as Spook,” Johnny gestured to the little girl with a flourish and she grinned, making a spooky noise while she wiggled her fingers.
“You gave her a callsign?” Simon asked and Charlotte couldn't decipher his tone. It was so detached, different to what she was used to with him.
“Course I did. She loves spooky shi- stuff, so it felt right. You like it, aye, Spook?” he asked her and she giggled, nodding her head.
“I love it,” she answered happily before she turned her deep brown eyes to her father.
“Do you like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes hopeful and wide as she stared at him. He just watched her for a moment and Lottie was starting to think he wouldn't answer her.
“I do. Suits you,” he answered, reaching out slowly and stroking her head softly. Her smile widened as she leaned into his touch and Charlotte felt a burning in her chest. 
“We need a call sign for Charlotte then,” Gaz commented, a thoughtful look on his face.
“Grim,” Simon answered before anyone could suggest a thing. Had he shot her in the chest? It felt like it. So many memories flooded her system, memories of a happier time, of a time where he hadn’t betrayed her trust, hadn’t lied to her, hadn’t hurt her. 
“Aye, that's good. Ghost, Spook and Grim, a proper family,” Johnny snorted gleefully
“What can I say? I like a good theme,” Simon answered dryly but she heard the amusement and it sparked an annoyance in her. 
Five years he’d been gone, five years he’d fucked off, only to live in their old base. Was he here every day eating with his friends and cracking jokes like she wasn't at home raising a child alone and drowning in grief? Did he really care that little that he hadn't even checked in with her once? Didn't have anyone look into where she might be, what she was doing? Would he have even bothered to come back if he knew Beth existed? Would he have come back for her? Did he like it here without her? 
She pushed her tray away from her, a vile feeling creeping into her chest like an infection that was spewing puss. She didn't want to be here.
“Mummy, your breakfast,” Beth murmured, looking up at her carefully.
“I’m not hungry anymore, sweetie,” she replied but her voice felt far away, floating out of reach. 
It felt like her eyes weren't seeing, she couldn't get out of her own head. She suddenly felt warm leather on her cheek and with a start, she realised Simon had reached over Beth to cup her cheek, turning her to look at him with pure worry in his gaze. She jerked her head from his grasp like he’d burned her and his arm dropped back down. She didn't miss the pure anguish in his eyes. She needed to get out of here, she couldn't break down in front of everyone, not in front of Beth.
“How about I give ye that tour we were talkin’ about?” Johnny asked her with a grin but there was something on his face that touched her, soothed her spiralling. He’d never offered her a tour, he was giving her an out and in that moment, she knew Johnny meant his promise from the night before. 
“Sounds good,” she forced a smile and Beth grasped her arm.
“Mummy… could I stay here with daddy?” she asked with a smile and Lottie hated the pain that lanced through her chest. 
It shouldn't hurt her that she wanted to spend time with her dad, she’d only just met him and they had a lot of lost time to make up for. Yet she couldn't help the burning jealousy that hit her out of nowhere. He hadn't been here, it wasn't fair that he got to covet her and she got left in the dust.
“That's fine,” she answered, trying her best to keep herself in check until she left. She stood up quickly, not looking at anyone and not really bothering to think about manners to the other men at the table as she rushed out of the mess hall and outside. 
Johnny was right behind her, hand on her back as he led her to a bench. She crumbled onto it, resting her face in her hands. She didn't want to cry, not again. She was sick of it. She wished she could just pretend it didn't bother her what he did. That she could just be happy he was here, happy he was alive. She couldn't shake the feeling of abandonment though. That the one person who swore he’d never do that to her had done it without care. It hurt so much that she felt she might die.
“It's alright, love,” Johnny murmured sympathetically as he rubbed her back. 
“I just… he’s been here this whole time while I’ve been suffering ,” she lamented, feeling like her sanity was slipping through her fingers. 
“I know… I know, lass. I wish I had the words to make this all better. Ye didn’t deserve to go through all this,” he sighed sadly, his hand still rubbing her back. Silence settled over them for a moment as she fought the deep urge to cry, sitting there staring out at nothing as she wondered how it all came to this.
“Ye wanna blow some shit up?” Johnny asked out of the blue. Her eyes darted to him, wondering if he actually meant what he said and he gave her a roguish grin that told her he did indeed mean it.
“Okay,” she nodded with a sniffle. Johnny’s grin widened, a gleeful laugh leaving his lips as he jumped from the bench, grabbing her hand and yanking her with him. He all but dragged her through the base to get to the demolitions section where training was held. 
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Ghost sat stiffly, watching as Charlotte rushed from the mess hall, his best mate in tow like a little puppy at her feet. He couldn’t get that haunted look she had out of his fucking head. She looked so lost, adrift at sea with no anchor to tether her to the world. He’d been that anchor once and now he was the cause of her spiralling. He’d wanted to be her anchor again and his touch had brought her back, but it wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. 
Having her pull away from him like that was more painful than the gunshot wound to his collarbone last year. The fleeting contact he’d had with her filled his dead heart up with so much warmth before it was snuffed out like it was never there to begin with and he cursed himself for wearing his fucking gloves. He just wanted to be okay with her again, wanted her to accept his touch, wanted to fall into her arms and have her make everything okay again. 
It wasn't okay though, it hadn't been for a while and this was his doing. He wasn't sure he’d ever be able to fix it and having Johnny be the one glued to her side was like salt in his wounds. He knew it was a good thing, Johnny would try and get her back on his side like the good best mate he was, yet it still stung. Hurt like a bitch when he saw her embracing Johnny while she refused his touch so viciously. How easy she’d fallen into Johnny’s arms, how desperate for comfort she was. It hurt. It really fucking hurt . 
He was brought out of his depressing musings by a tug on his hoodie and he glanced down, remembering the little girl sat next to him. Her brown eyes were blinking up at him carefully, tilting her head like she was sizing him up. She was so beautiful.
“Daddy?” she asked him, her voice soft and sweet, wrapping him up like a warm blanket.
“Yeah, lovie?” he asked quietly. It was like no one else existed in that moment but her. She nibbled her lower lip as she shifted where she sat for a moment, looking deep in thought. 
“Can we do something?” She gave him a hopeful smile and despite looking so much like him, he saw Lottie in that smile and he wasn't sure if that eased the ache in his heart or made it worse. 
“What do you wanna do?” he asked, unsure what four year olds liked to do and even if that was possible on a military base. Her eyes seemed to light up as she flashed him a bright grin.
“I know!” she shuffled off her seat, moving to stand as she grabbed his hand and tugged on it impatiently. He stood, seeming to tower over her and she refused to let go of his hand as she started pulling him along. He couldn't hear Gaz’s witty remark but he heard Price chuckle at them both as he left. 
He allowed her to lead him until they got outside and she kept pulling him until they moved over to the patch of grass that ran along the gates near the car park. She let go of his hand and he watched curiously as she plonked herself down without a care. She looked up at him expectantly and his lips tugged up slightly as he moved to sit on the grass with her. 
“Daisies are really pretty,” she murmured happily as she started picking them. He’d never really noticed them before but now she’d drawn attention to them, he noticed they were scattered all over the grass. 
He had no idea what to say, couldn't remember how to act around kids, it had been far too long. Part of his brain tried to remember how he’d interacted with Joseph but that was far too painful and he shoved it away quickly. He wanted to bond with her but he really had no clue how, so he just watched her. 
She picked a bunch of daisies, her tongue poking out of her mouth a little in pure concentration as she started fiddling with them. He couldn't really tell what she was doing with them but after a few moments, she grinned triumphantly and put a flower crown on her head.
“What do you think, daddy?” she asked him sweetly and he melted into a puddle looking at her. The sun shone down on her and he wondered for a moment if he was dead and she was in fact an angel. 
“Perfect, love,” he murmured, his throat feeling tight and uncomfortable and he had to clear his throat to ease the sensation. 
Her smile widened even more and his chest felt like it was expanding. She picked a bunch more and he was helpless, could do little else but watch this little part of himself as she busied herself with the flowers. He still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around the fact he was a father now. 
He’d been so ready for it back then, when he’d left for the last time. He’d been so excited to get back to Lottie and start a family. He’d been excited to watch the bump grow, to watch Charlotte glow as she carried their baby, looked forward to the scans and all the milestones. Looked forward to holding a tiny bundle of his own, much like he had when Joseph was born. 
He didn't have any of that though and it was all his own fault. He’d missed out on the most precious moments of Beth’s life because he was a coward. He’d never be able to get those moments back, he couldn't undo what he’d done. Knowing all the things he’d missed made him wish he had died back in Mexico. It would be a relief from feeling what he was currently feeling. 
He flinched with a blink when something touched him, rousing him from his thoughts. Beth was standing in front of him now, a cheeky grin on her face as she put a crown of his own on his head over his balaclava. He felt a rush of warmth flowing through him and he really didn't give a toss who saw him wearing it. She’d made him something and he wished he could keep it forever, wished it wouldn’t wilt away. 
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he smiled softly even though she couldn't see it. It was like she could sense it or maybe she was perceptive for her age and picked up on the scrunching of his eyes because she beamed at him, such a radiant smile he wanted to burn to a crisp from it. 
“You're welcome,” she smiled, kissing his cheek over his mask before she moved away. 
He was overwhelmed, too many thoughts and feelings running rampant in him and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. An explosion across base felt like it shook the floor and Beth jumped up, a worried look on her face that had a protective streak surge through him. He steadied her with his hands and she settled closer to him, plopping into his lap as if she’d done it a million times before.
“What was that?” she asked with big eyes, looking towards where the noise came from.
“It's just the demo practice. Its where they learn about bombs and things,” he explained, hoping to ease her worries. It seemed to work as she relaxed into him more. 
“So, it's not bad?” she asked him, blinking her pretty eyes at him.
“It's not bad. You don't have to worry, lovie, I won’t let anythin’ bad happen to you,” he meant those words wholeheartedly. He’d burn the entire world down with everyone on it to keep her safe. 
Another explosion happened and this time Beth seemed fine, pressed into his chest as she sat on his knee. While he wasn't worried as the noises were coming from the demo area, he was sure there weren't any classes or training today. It wasn't uncommon for Johnny to go and play around a bit, the only one to get away with it as the demolitions expert and being one of the 141. Was Lottie with him? Was it them making all this racket?
His eyes drifted back to Beth then, happily sitting on him with their matching flower crowns. He wanted to know more about her, all the things he’d already know if he’d have been around. 
“You wanna play a game?” he asked her and she grinned up at him.
“What kinda game?” she asked him excitedly. 
“We ask each other questions to find out more about each other,” he suggested and there was a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes. 
“I already know everything about you. Mummy told me,” she beamed, sounding more than proud of herself. He felt like someone just gutted him, sliced him right open and let his insides splat onto the floor. He pushed it away though and tried to ignore it. Of course Lottie told her everything. 
“How about you tell me stuff about you, then?” he asked her hopefully and she clapped her hands excitedly. 
“My full name is Elizabeth Anne Riley,” she started. No, he hadn't been gutted before, he was now though. The pain that ricocheted through him tore through skin, muscle and bone. He bit down on his lower lip hard behind his mask, drawing blood. The sensation grounded him though as he nodded, trying not to look too upset. 
“That's a lovely name,” he muttered, voice strained and choked. Her smile turned softer then, blinking up at him and she leaned into him more.
“It's a special name. Mummy told me I was named after special people,” she murmured. His chest felt so tight that he felt like he couldn't breathe. Without thinking about it, a hand came to stroke her hair and he found the feeling soothing to him, easing that ravaging ache in his chest. 
“I’m four but I’m five in two weeks,” she held her hand out, wiggling her fingers at him to demonstrate her point and he felt his lips tug up a little at her excitement. 
“My favourite colour is…” she trailed off, tilting her head with that thoughtful look on her face again. “Black. I like black ‘cause it's all spooky,” she flashed him a toothy grin and he melted once again. 
“Mummy’s sketty is my favourite meal but I also love when she does eggy bread on my birthday,” she beamed up at him and he swallowed thickly, still stroking her hair as he nodded.
“They’re my favourites too,” he replied hoarsely and she gave him a cheeky look.
“I know,” she giggled and he made him smile. 
Without warning, she hopped off his lap, his hand suddenly cold now it was no longer stroking her hair but she flopped down next to him, laying down and making her crown fall a little onto the grass.
“Lay down,” little one was bossy and he knew he had no choice so he obeyed. He held onto his flower crown as he shuffled around before laying on his back beside her. He moved his hand back to his side even though he was sure the crown had slipped off into the grass anyway,
“Do you like clouds, daddy?” she asked him softly. He turned his head to look at her and she was laying there, staring at the sky. 
“Never really thought about it,” he replied honestly. She turned to look at him then, scrunching her face up with the most judgmental look he’d ever been given.
“Look at the clouds. Sometimes they look like things,” she murmured.
“I’ve seen that sometimes. Once I saw a cloud that looked like a co-... clock,” he muttered, shaking his head as he changed his words. Wouldn’t bode well for him as his first day being a dad coming out with that. 
He still remembered that day though, in the sweltering heat of Al Mazra in the middle of a mission. Wasn’t every day you see a cloud shaped like a fucking dick in the sky and he’d have thought he was hallucinating due to the heat if it wasn’t for Johnny seeing it too. The Scot had said it was the best thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire life. When Soap had got Price to look, the shape had changed and the old man was sure they were off their rockers. 
“Look at that one, it kinda looks like a bird doing this,” she pointed at a big cloud before she started flapping her arms around weirdly and he shook his head fondly before he looked back up at the clouds. He just watched them go by for a moment, enjoying the peace he felt. Something he wasn't sure he’d felt in a long while.
“That one kinda looks like a bum,” he murmured, pointing to a cloud.
“Daddy!” Beth burst out laughing, smacking his arm and he found himself laughing. Actually genuinely laughing and not the half arsed chuckled Johnny would draw out of him with a bad joke. It was an odd feeling to laugh like that, he was sure he hadn't done it since before he’d left for that mission, the one that ruined his life. It made him feel lighter.
“You can’t tell me it doesn't,” he huffed playfully and she laughed again.
“... It does, but you're still silly,” she snorted, making his whole body light up. 
She was so precious and he wasn't sure just how to handle it. He was sad things with Charlotte were so bad and he didn't want to think about how the hell he was supposed to fix that mess, but being able to spend time with Beth and bond with her meant the world to him. He could focus on Beth for now, one thing at a time. He’d build his family back up from the ground, brick by brick. He’d done it before, back with his brother and his mum and he could do it again. It’d be painful and probably take a while but he wouldn't waver, wouldn't give up. Not when he had the whole world in the palm of his hand. He couldn't give that up for anything.
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“So, what are you waiting for?”
“W-What do you mean?”
He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.
“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”
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🎸 SYNOPSIS: For your birthday, Minho manages to get tickets for the hyped club show “Topline”—a concept that offers the spotlight to a surprise artist every week. Your other best friend Jisung declines to come with you and it all makes sense when 3RACHA, the mysterious newcomer indie rock band—that’s pretty overrated in your opinion—appears on stage, featuring him as their guitarist and singer…
🎤 CONTENT INFO: jisung x afab reader, rockstar jisung, best friends to lovers, jisung hides his 3racha identity (hannah montana vibes lol), mutual pining, demisexual reader, smut/fluff, reader is the same age as minho, their friend group is a little bit baboracha, this is a story I wrote for my own bday lmao because I am that delusional especially for rockstar jisung, warnings and smut tags under the cut (include spoilers)
🎫 WORD COUNT: 10.3K
📷 CONTENT WARNING: alcohol consumption, jealousy (both jisung and reader), mention of cigarette smoking, very brief mention of underage drinking in the past
⛓️ SMUT: dom/sub dynamics, oral (f + m receiving), semi-protected piv, katoptronophilia (mirror kink), choking, possessiveness, praise, reader gets called baby, slut, whore, good girl
The characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are just used for fiction. Minors do not interact, this post contains mature topics. By reading you consent to nsfw content and agree that you have read all the warnings above carefully.
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“Y/N, can you hand me a beer opener?” Jisung asks you, two bottles in each hand, making it four, fitting exactly for your little friend group get-together.
Just when you're about to give him the metallic object, Minho slides into the kitchen, blocking the space between the two of you. He reaches inside his jeans pocket as he teases the younger one, “Use a lighter, Ji.”
Your other friend just rolls his eyes but you keep your eyes fixated on Minho’s hands—trying to focus not too much on those veins—as he flips away lid after lid from the individual bottles. When he notices you observing his skills, he sends a smirk your way.
“I can teach you, Y/N.”
You giggle, hiding your smile behind your hand, before you grab one of the beers. The guys do the same, Jisung—trying his best to not roll his eyes because of Minho’s dumb attempt to flirt with you—carrying the fourth one to bring it to the living room where you find Yuqi. Busy occupying your games console, she is currently rushing Yoshi towards the finishing line on the Rainbow Road, making him win the first place for her.
“Ah, thank you, guys,” she says, once she spots the beverage on the couch table. When the screen is turned off, she brings her focus back to the group, ready to listen to the sound of the bottles clinking together.
“Thank you for being here,” you say.
“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Yuqi replies, throwing her arm around your shoulder.
Everyone takes a sip, before the conversation continues but for a moment you don’t engage too much and decide to just live right here, right now. Enjoy the last half an hour before it’s finally your birthday.
You’re so incredibly thankful to spend your time with your loved ones. Those three dorks are definitely the most important people in your life.
You met Yuqi in college, on the way to find a certain lecture hall on campus while running late. She saw you struggling to read the map of the lot and helped you—despite being quite lost herself—so, you managed to get to your destination together, receiving the biggest scolding from the professor but this was also the beginning of an amazing friendship.
Minho is your oldest friend. Since your mothers have been friends and neighbours before you have even existed and considering the fact he’s born in the same year as you, you were bound to become besties. You’ve actually despised each other when you were younger and still in that ‘boys are so stupid’ phase and Minho was vice versa, but it all worked out in the end when you grew older.
Jisung met Minho first, during their dance practice, and when your childhood friend introduced you to the younger one, the duo became a trio in highschool and a quarter in college. 
Now a few years later, all of you busy being adults and working full time jobs, you’re still as close as you used to be. However, you’ve noticed the slightest switch in the dynamics, considering a certain member of the friend groups.
Caused by your hopeless feelings, your interactions with Jisung have lessened a bit in the past months or almost years. For you, it has always made the most sense to stay away from him a bit to not hurt yourself even more. It breaks your heart that he doesn’t seem to notice—neither that you have feelings for him, nor that you’re drifting apart.
Well, you are still very close friends but not as close as you used to be, if that makes sense.
And knowing that he doesn’t care makes you even more insecure.
You’ve thought about forgetting about him but whenever you tried, you simply failed. Due to your own sexual preferences and desires—including the need to have a special bond with someone in order to get intimate—you’re not up for one night stands or friends with benefits. Dating other people hasn’t been successful either, considering no one seems to want anything serious anymore.
So, that’s where you’re left off.
Hopelessly in love with your close friend and no improvement ahead.
“It’s almost midnight, right?” Minho awakens you from your daydreams.
Shit. You hope they didn’t notice you drifting off. But judging from Yuqi’s energised monologue about her Mario Kart game earlier, you’re sure you’re fine.
What you don’t know is that Jisung has noticed your thoughts being far gone. He often catches himself believing that he’s the cause for that—he swears he sometimes witnesses you staring at him for a bit too long.
But he usually brushes those ideas off, just for his own sake and those dumb hopeless little feelings he has for you.
“Hm, just a few more minutes and then I’ll be old,” you sigh.
“I’ll get the drinks ready,” you hear Yuqi sing.
The next minutes pass by and just a moment later, you find yourself surrounded by your closest loved ones, everyone carrying a beverage of their choice in their hand, as you count down from ten to zero.
Ten
You’re pretty sure that Gin Tonic was a dumb idea. Mixing it with beer is something you used to do ten years ago in your teenage years but your body is definitely too old for that. You can basically already taste the hangover on your tongue. Minho and Yuqi seem to be the most mature, staying with beer whereas Jisung is drinking his favourite, very special beverage—a mixture of white wine, vodka and berry lemonade, which is a pretty weird invention he made like ten years ago.
Nine, eight, seven
Yuqi is wearing beautiful glittering makeup. You’re only able to take in the details now, maybe because she switched seats and is now sitting right under the small chandelier that is dangling from the ceiling. You should ask her where she’s got those pretty gemstones from, later.
Six, five, four
Jisung is carrying that bracelet with the sapphire around his wrist that you bought for his birthday. He’s never been that much into gemstones but knows that you are and that’s why he asked for something like that for his special day. He’s been wearing it since then, which, unfortunately, just makes you fall in love with him even more.
Three
Minho’s upper body is covered in one of those cosy sweaters that he always likes to wear—under the condition that you didn’t steal them again. He doesn’t mind you snatching away his stuff but another person does care a little too much—Jisung, although he would never admit that.
Two
It’s pitch dark outside, probably caused by the clouds that are floating in the sky, covering the stars like a curtain. The weather has gotten colder again, but you don’t mind. Usually, too high temperatures overwhelm you, so you’re thankful to be able to breathe again.
One
You’re wondering when you should get the midnight snacks ready. Probably after your friends have wished you all the best. God, you’re already hungry again and definitely—as always—prepared way too much food for that little gathering.
Zero
The clinking noises of the glasses echoe through the room, bright smiles and cheering sounds fill your surroundings, as all of your friends welcome you into a group hug and into the new year of your life.
“Happy birthday, dear,” Yuqi says, placing a kiss on your cheek.
“All the best, Y/N,” you hear Jisung say.
“Thanks for having us here. Happy birthday, doll,” Minho adds, unable to hold back that nickname.
Time flies by again, a second drink follows, as you bring some more food and your friends are thankful for that. Just when you’re about to carry another round of shots to the couch table, Minho and Yuqi awkwardly stand up, hiding something behind their backs.
“Actually,” Minho starts, “Yuqi and I have a present with us that can’t wait until your official party on Friday since it’s something that’s already happening tomorrow, well—today. I mean on your birthday itself.”
You look at them with big eyes, “So, this evening?”
“Yeah,” Yuqi says, before handing you an envelope. “Open it.”
You do as you're told, ripping off the cover of the letter, before you are greeted with four sheets of high quality paper.
“You guys bought tickets for the Topline show?! You’re insane! How long have you been on that waiting list? Thank you so much,” you let out.
Wow. You’ve always wanted to go there, you’ve been talking about this since that show started.
“I know a guy,” Minho says, making you giggle.
You pull out the tickets completely now, “So, four tickets, so we can all go together?”
Yuqi nods, giving you a satisfied smile.
“Hm, that’s how it’s gonna be.”
You see Jisung walking towards you now, a layer of embarrassment and another emotion you can’t quite put into place decorating his face.
“I… I’m really sorry, Y/N, but I won’t make it. I have work tomorr– today.”
“Your boss makes you work on my birthday?” you jokingly pout.
“Sorry, I’ll remind him once more that the whole world revolves around you,” he teases you back.
Jisung is sad about the fact he can’t go with you, either. He would have loved to be there, but there’s no chance he can make it.
“Dude, don’t be so mean to Y/N,” Minho scolds the younger one.
“Min, I can defend myself,” you reply, crossing your arms in front of your chest like a little toddler would do.
“Oh, sure, baby,” he says with a wink.
Jisung can’t put into words how furious he gets whenever Minho calls you by those stupid nicknames. They should be reserved for him and not thrown around jokingly. God, he should really get himself together. That jealousy is getting frustrating.
You take another glimpse at the tickets, as you say, “I’m so excited about who it’s gonna be!”
Yuqi claps her hands, severely excited as well—of course, she already has her assumptions.
“Rumours said it could be 3RACHA—pretty exciting, they haven’t shown their faces before.”
Ugh. You dearly hope it is anyone but that group. You enjoyed their music in the beginning, when they debuted a few months ago but unfortunately they gained lots of success in a way too short span of time, becoming absolutely mainstream now.
Sure, their concepts of hiding behind animal masks and their diverse lyrics—about society, mental health, intimacy and also the music industry itself are impressive but especially that last mentioned topic doesn’t seem so authentic, considering Twitter says they actually have a big company and ghost writers behind them.
That’s why you lost interest in them rather quickly.
“They had concerts before and wore their masks. Usually, the audience has to put a sticker on their camera lenses. It’s generally like this at Topline shows,” Minho explains.
“Who is 3RACHA?”
“Are you living under a rock, Han Jisung? They are the newcomer indie rock band. Incredibly talented,” Yuqi says, quite dramatic as if she’s starring in a musical.
“Yeah… indie rock,” you say, clearing your throat.
“Are they not?” Jisung asks further.
Oh, that boy is oblivious. You wonder how it’s possible that he doesn’t know 3RACHA. After all, he is usually very invested in anything music related—especially alternative genres.
“Not in my opinion,” you explain. “If you ask me, they are pretty overrated. They just appeared out of nowhere, went viral and now they are publishing song after song like some industry plants. Quite the opposite of indie.”
“Genre speaking they are indie, though,” Minho corrects you. “Like solely based on the music itself, it’s indie rock. Twitter might say they have a big company and ghost writers behind them, but they make indie music. Despite that, those are just rumours.”
You sigh, ready to start a debate. You feel your blood boiling for some reason, although it’s really not that serious. Sometimes, you hate this about yourself—the slightest inconveniences manage to throw you off your rhythm and you have expected it to become better with time but the older you got, the more it just worsened.
“It’s not indie if it’s pop music. That’s a contradiction,” you say, “I don’t see any reason to support a group that contributes to the commercialisation of indie music. Most groups that become famous get very bad and even though I liked some of their earlier songs, they became mainstream and therefore just some group like any other.”
Minho rolls his eyes, “Yeah, Y/N, I get what you mean. I used to think like this too but… well… then I turned sixteen.”
Maybe Minho is right.
“Fuck you,” you say but chuckle, letting him know that you realise you’ve overreacted a bit.
“No matter who performs, this is gonna be an awesome night,” Minho says, pulling you towards him and placing a kiss on your forehead.
Right next to you, on the other side, it takes everything inside Jisung to not absolutely lose his mind when he sees his older friend’s lips collide with your soft skin. It should be him instead who gets to be so close to you.
“If Jisung isn’t available, is there someone else you would like to invite?” Yuqi drags him out of his carousel of jealousy.
“I can ask my friend Felix from work,” you say.
The others know Felix. He’s not necessarily a permanent member of the group, but they like him, too.
“Sure, send me his number and I can create a group chat.” You nod, before Yuqi turns around towards the youngest. “Depending on how long your work shift is, we can go clubbing after, Jisung.”
He simply nods.
🎸
Considering both facts that you’ve had a few drinks too much and also have a long day ahead of you, your three friends agreed to call it a night. They helped you clean the remaining things in your living room. You told them not too, but Minho insisted, knowing you’re a bit too chaotic to do that in your sleepy state.
Yuqi presses a kiss on your cheek, before Minho helps her into her shoes—unfortunately that last round of shots was too much for her. You’re glad they’re all going home together, taking the same bus and leaving the vehicle at the same stop. Jisung and Minho promised to bring Yuqi home first before they head towards their shared apartment—like they always do.
The oldest stumble down the staircases of your apartment building, after they said their hundredth goodbyes.
From your bathroom, a seemingly tired Jisung appears. He looks adorable like this—his hair disheveled, eyes trying their best to not close shut, as he catches a glimpse of you.
“Thank you for the invitation,” he says, as he pulls you into a hug in order to say goodbye to you, as well.
God. You could drown in the scents of his perfume. You’ve always wondered if Jisung has ever noticed that you sometimes search for excuses to get close to him. He’s actually aware that you're not that much into skinship but his insecurities get in the way, telling him to not read too much into it.
What you do know for sure is that after all this time, the relationship with Jisung differs from your other two best friends. It may sound weird but he is the only one who you feel comfortable around to be your inner, true self. You can drop that facade whenever he’s with you, be the most authentic version of your being.
It doesn’t matter if it’s music—you’re sure he would have agreed with you on that debate earlier, if he knew the group—mundane things like food or fashion, mental health or politics, he will always listen to you and knows exactly, whether to give a logical, helpful advice or just let out his emotions together with you.
He’s never judged you for any of your interests—quite the opposite, encouraged you and asked further. Jisung has always made time for you to listen to your little monologues about either your current hyperfixation or long time hobbies.
Some of them align with his, especially music or fashion, which is why you spend so much time together, even though that decreased since you’ve realised you want to be more than just friends.
You suddenly remember a fond memory, when he went into a jewellery store with you a few months ago—witnessing you talk about gemstones and accessories for hours although he doesn’t know that much about it. You showed him a pretty necklace that had an opal attached to them. Jisung loved listening to you rant about the piece—the way you described the multiple colours and reflection made him become invested in this topic as well.
Of course, his hopeless little feelings play a huge role here too, but he would never admit that.
Shit.
The both of you have probably been zoned out for a whole minute now, still pulled into a hug with one another. Awkwardly, you let go of him and clear your throat.
“Have lots of fun, Y/N,” he says, finding your eyes, “I’ll be there with you next time. You’re gonna get your present at your party.”
You chuckle, not even thinking about some gift, as you slightly nudge his shoulder. Jisung tries to stay calm from the sudden touch but that last shot he took half an hour ago is still very present in his system, just like the thought of you is constantly occupying his mind.
“Don’t stress about that, Sungie. We can always meet another time… maybe… just the two of us, without Yuqi and Minho making their comments,” you tell him.
You blame it on the alcohol. This was not supposed to sound flirty, but spending time with Jisung and just Jisung differs a lot from being in a group with him. You want him to know that you appreciate his company, although the two of you have been somewhat drifting apart.
“S-Sure.”
He nods, before he steps into his shoes and heads into the hallway of the apartment building.
“Goodnight, Sungie. Love you,” you say.
“Love you, too.”
He takes a last look at you, giving you a soft smile, before he walks towards the stairs.
“Get your ass here, lovebird,” you hear Minho scream from downstairs, the sound of the arriving bus calling in the distance.
🎸
“Be careful, doll,” Minho says, as he guides you through the crowd. He’s holding your right hand, his other one is attached to Yuqi, who is leading the way. Felix follows behind you, his palm connected to yours.
It takes some time for you to get through the monstrous horde of people, some of them already slightly drunk. You guys all had burgers and beer before the show but one drink combined with the tasty but greasy fast food isn’t enough to get you even remotely tipsy.
Maybe it’s the fact Yuqi is telling everyone it’s your birthday today—which results in a lot of strangers wishing you all the best and cheering for you—or pure luck, but you somehow manage to make it to the first row of the audience.
“I’m so excited,” you let out, once the group comes to a halt.
“Samesy! Do you guys want anything to drink? I’ll head to the bar,” Yuqi offers.
Minho raises one of his eyebrows, “Now that we have the best spot available?”
“It’s okay. Let Y/N wait here, I’ll go with Yuqi,” Felix intervenes.
“Alright,” you answer with a smile, “I don’t need anything, though. Still have my beer.”
“Me too,” Minho adds.
Yuqi and Felix nod in unison, before they make their way towards the bar.
In the meantime, your childhood friend and you solely enjoy the moment of the evening, as some alternative rock playlist is blasting from the speakers. He adores that excitement on your face, as it reminds him of when you were approximately twenty years younger but it feels as if it was just yesterday.
“Thank you again for this, Min.”
He shakes his head, “Not for that.”
You both get interrupted when you feel a vibrating sound in the pocket of your dress—yes, your dress has pockets—indicating you’ve received a message from the group chat.
[Yuqi 🦒 21:27]: Sorry, we can’t make it back to the first row. People here are too stubborn. @ Minho and @ Y/N just stay where you are, we’ll meet after the concert! 😘 Have fun babes!
You witness Minho rolling his eyes, a wordless way of saying ‘I’ve told them so’ but this won’t get between you and your great mood for the evening.
“It’s alright. Let’s just stay here and enjoy the concert together, okay?”
He nods, “Okay, Y/N. I’ll send them a quick text.”
Minho types and once he’s finished, you read his message on the server.
[Minho 21:28]: OK 👍🏻
Right after Minho and you have put your phones away, the lights turn off, shrinking the room in a dark atmosphere. Excitement is building up at lightning speed, cheering and growling sounds echoing through the hall.
Until a man around your age steps on the stage, right under the awakening spotlight, speaking into the microphone.
“Welcome to Topline, guys! I’m Hongjoong, your host for the night and creator of the popular show. Thank you for coming. We’re gonna have an awesome night, I’ll promise you.”
He gets interrupted by a few more cheering sounds and a laughter of his own—it’s an honour to organise an event like this, really. Especially with the guests for tonight.
“So, friends,” he begins again, “let’s all welcome our stars of the night with me. Here for you, tonight, is… 3RACHA!”
For fuck’s sake.
Happy birthday, Y/N.
The first two or three songs are probably a blur. You are getting some apologetic and empathetic looks from Minho, as if he is trying to say sorry for something he can’t control.
But once you are getting into it, finally allowing your stubbornness to take a break for once and when the three artists are playing their older songs, some of them as a louder, more instrumental version, you catch yourself nodding your head along to the beat.
Fuck it. They’re good. They’re great. You can’t deny it. Like, objectively speaking, they are granting the crowd an amazing show which is still an absolute understatement.
Just the scene as a whole is incredible—all of them are singing and rapping, the guy with the pig mask is sitting behind the drums, the wolf in the middle is playing the bass and the last one, who you assume to pretend to be a squirrel or quokka, is responsible for all the guitar tunes.
They are amazing.
3RACHA isn’t overrated, they are quite literally underrated. Holy shit.
“Y/N,” you suddenly hear Minho speak from beside you. He’s gotten a little closer so his words are audible over the noise inside the club. “In case you don't like it, we can always leave and I can get tickets for some other–“
“It’s alright, Min,” you reassure him, giving him an honest smile. “The show and the music is great. I was being immature, really.”
He pulls you towards you, placing another one of those quick pecks on top of your head, as he teases, “I told you so.”
You roll your eyes, before you bring your attention back to the artists. The current song ends a few seconds later and the musicians take a quick pause from performing, taking a sip from their drinks.
The bassist and drummer are drinking beer.
Whereas… you’re now noticing a detail.
The squirrel dude’s beverage.
The light isn’t that bright inside but when you spot the bottles of the main ingredients in the background, you realise why it feels so familiar.
White wine. Vodka. Berry Lemonade.
“Welcome to our show,” the guy in the middle interrupts your thought process. “We are 3RACHA. Just a quick introduction—I’m CB97. This is our drummer, SpearB,” he explains, gesturing towards the guy with the pig mask, “and to my right is J.One, our guitarist. Thank you for joining us here tonight.”
The room gets filled with another wave of cheering and Minho and you join along.
“Thank you so much, guys,” J.One speaks and you try your best to listen to the sound of his voice, “our next song is called ‘Gemstone’. It’s a more EDM driven piece, a bit different from what we’ve published so far.”
No.
Never.
This is too suspicious. This is impossible.
Well, you could get confused by his voice, considering they are hiding behind masks and speaking through a microphone.
But the dumb drink.
And a song called Gemstone.
You feel as if you're in trance, as if the music has taken over you and it turns into exactly this, when they start playing again.
You’re entering a movie, for sure, your own personal music video, when the tunes are swirling into your ears. 
This is indescribable.
The melody. The words. Their stage presence. It’s insane. Literally insane.
Gemstone is a song you’ve instantly liked from the beginning. You want to turn it into your new personality when you leave the club tonight.
There are parts and bits that make you a little lightheaded, when you listen more carefully to the lyrics. It’s a song about romance and intimacy after all, so you shouldn’t put too much thought into this.
But whenever you close your eyes, all you can see in front of you is Jisung.
And when J.One starts singing the hook, the sentences are too fitting, letting goosebumps erupt all over your skin.
‘If you kissed me, the horrors would fade away, the world would be a little less fucked up. I could name a thousand things I adore about you and still wouldn’t have said enough.’
It could be your delusional self but you could swear the guitarist is looking at you—especially, whenever Minho gets a little closer to you, laying his arm around your shoulder or whenever he’s dancing with you.
‘Your gaze, nothing else, between luck and euphoria, you’re something like my personal utopia.’
But before you’re able to read too much into it, the song is already over. You can still feel the aftermath of the bass pumping through your heart for the past two and a half minutes.
“Thank you so much, you guys are amazing,” the bassist compliments the crowd.
“We don’t want to be compromised to just one genre,” the drummer starts explaining, “we want to reinvent ourselves over and over again. There are too many possibilities in this world and way too many creative ideas in our heads to just stick to one genre.”
“That’s right, fuck genres,” the guitarist in front of you shouts, the crowd repeating his words.
When the noises subside, an intruder tries to prove the exact same opposite. The words of the drunk male voice are stumbled but still audible.
“Fucking industry plants!” 
Silence. For exactly three seconds.
“Repeat that,” SpearB says, his tone staying severe.
“Say that again, you little shit,” J.One adds, reacting a bit differently than his band mate does.
Their unofficial leader takes a step forward now, letting his instrument dangle from his body, as he reaches for his microphone with both hands.
“In general, whoever says that we’re industry plants,” CB97 starts, the volume of his voice guardedly increasing with every sentence, “we spent fucking years doing hard work to get where we are today, we did all this by ourselves with zero help.”
The whole crowd cheers along, showing that most people don’t believe what some chronically online kids on Twitter blurt around.
“We don’t care if you think that we ain’t alternative enough for you,” the man in the middle continues, “because at the end of the day, your girlfriends are the ones that are screaming at our concerts first and will later do the same backstage.”
Cheering. Whisteling. From everywhere. Begging that they should play another song. You are sure a few fangirls have basically fainted but you could never blame them.
“Oh, Lord. Do they take boyfriends with them, too?” Minho asks, before he earns a nudge on his shoulder from you. However, you can't help but chuckle at his question.
Another few songs follow, you fully take in the moment, allowing your brain to take a break from thinking about everything that’s messing with your mind. You’re pushing the idea aside that J.One could be Jisung, wondering if he’s busy at work tonight and if he will join the group later.
The melody comes to an end, you can tell by the shift in the atmosphere that the show is nearing it’s finish line as well and you wished you could stay for longer. You’ve never had such a good time at a concert and you have attended many of them.
“You guys are following our good friend Hongjoong’s advice, right?” SpearB asks the guests.
As if you’re in school, the whole crowd nods simultaneously.
“You’ve got your stickers on your cameras, is that correct?” J.One makes sure the audience knows what his bandmate is referring to.
Different kinds of agreement are echoing through the hall.
“Alright, it’s getting a bit warm under these masks,” CB97 says, before he pulls the wolf’s face off of his own.
“Thank you for tonight, guys,” SpearB adds, now showing himself, too.
“It was an honour to perform here.”
The last mask lands on the floor.
And there, right in front of you, where there was once the squirrel guitarist is your one and only friend and crush—Han Jisung.
“Sungie, you idiot,” Minho scoffs, before he bursts out into laughter, “now it makes sense that he couldn’t join us. I was already wondering how he hasn’t ever heard of 3RACHA. That menace played us.”
Your childhood friend’s words become a blur, when Jisung’s eyes find your own and you give him a soft smile.
For another second he looks back, no mimics in his face except for something that looks a bit like disappointment, before he disconnects your glances and focuses on the rest of the crowd instead.
The last song flies by, before 3RACHA says their goodbyes and disappears behind the curtains again.
“Are you okay, doll?”
You nod, “Yeah. Let’s go find the others.”
Minho doesn’t ask further, as he guides you out of the club and towards the rest of the group. Shortly after, you spot Yuqi and Felix outside the venue. Just when your friends are about to share the unbelievable plot twist of Jisung being part of the one and only 3RACHA, you notice something.
“Fuck! I forgot my jacket inside…”
“We will wait here for you, is that alright, dear?” Yuqi suggests. She’s already lightened a cigarette and is currently doing the same for Felix and Minho.
“Of course, I’ll be quick,” you say.
Fortunately, most people have already left. You’ve spotted a few fangirls waiting near the stage for the artists to come back, maybe they want to ask for autographs, selfies or whatever 3RACHA’s leader promised in his speech about the industry.
Your stomach does a weird twist at the idea that Jisung could spend the night with a woman from the crowd—that isn’t you—as well, but you do your best to just leave the venue as fast as possible.
Caused by your own clumsiness—it can’t be the alcohol, you haven’t had that much thanks to the insane prices in the club—you accidentally use the wrong door to get outside, making you end up in the parking lot behind the building.
For fuck’s sake.
You open Google Maps, thinking it’s way too embarrassing to go inside the club a third time, until a voice startles you.
“Look, who we have here.”
Of course, none other than the guitarist, J.One, Han Jisung, your friend and crush is standing in front of you.
“You indeed had work today,” you tease him.
You haven’t forgotten about the shift in his demeanour once he put down the mask. You’re sure he’s noticed that you’ve realised way before this that it could be him. However, it still leaves you confused.
“Hm, the life of an industry plant is hard.”
Yeah. You’re not even mad at him. With all the things you said yesterday, you feel like the worst friend in this world.
God, you and your dumb stubbornness. This is your own fault, Y/N.
“Sung… I– I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were part of the group and–“
“Yeah, you in fact didn’t know. Still, there was no reason to judge us artists,” Jisung says.
His voice is stern. If he wasn’t so annoyed by the assumptions you made almost twenty four hours ago, your head would start spinning because of his strictness. You’ve never witnessed him like that and you feel even more awful that it makes you a little dizzy.
“I… I really liked the songs y-you played and you seemed to have so much fun on stage,” you add.
“Is that all?”
You don’t answer, too perplexed to react to this new type of Jisung that is standing in front of you. Not just his behaviour is different, but also his overall look—the leather jacket showing off how broad his shoulders actually are, the piercing on his lower lip making you want to place your mouth on his.
“Well, if that’s all there is, you should get back to Minho and I’ll head backstage.”
He slowly turns around on his feet.
“Sung– wait,” you interrupt him.
Jisung clicks his tongue, his eyes finding your own again.
“Yeah?”
You can see it. That stupid smirk on his face. His fucking beautiful face.
“You… I’m sorry I said those things. Unrelated to the fact you’re part of the band, that was very shitty of me to judge people I don’t even know just based on some fake-woke bullshit people said online. You also looked… s-stunning on stage, really. I’ve never seen you shine like this before.”
And it made me fall in love with you even more. Fuck.
“Thank you.” His words are honest. “So, what are you waiting for?”
Huh? What is he on about? Does he want to hear even more? This is so Jisung of him, fishing for even more compliments.
“W-What do you mean?”
He gets a bit nearer now, his hand wandering dangerously close to your face.
“Aren’t you coming backstage with me?”
Jisung pushes a strand of your hair out of your face, as if this is the most normal thing in the world.
Oh, God. Your heart is basically pumping out of your chest, knees getting weak and a sensation is building up in your lower stomach.
“B-Backstage?”
He nods, “Hm, I have the birthday present with me. It’s in my backpack. Of course, if you don’t have anywhere else to be.”
His finger wanders further, softly traveling over your cheek, down your jar, until he lets go of you.
“N-No. I’ll just text the group chat, so they don’t worry about me.”
Jisung gives you enough space to reach for your phone, before you start typing.
They will understand, right? It’s your birthday, after all. You can always join them later, maybe they can send a location and already look for a club you could go to.
You sent the text.
[You 23:09]: I’ll meet up with Jisung and his bandmates. Also got my jacket! Don’t wait for me. Thanks for spending my birthday with me and the amazing present. I love you guys, have fun clubbing and get home safely ❤️
You immediately get a reply.
[Felix 🐣 23:10]: Thank you for taking me with you! Have a great rest of your birthday, Y/N 🫶🏻
You see Minho typing. Yuqi starts texting, too. The three little dots from Minho disappear, no message being sent by him but another one hits you.
[Yuqi 🦒 23:11]: Have fun ✨ Thank YOU for spending your special day with us. I’m happy you liked our present so much 🥹🥰
Minho starts typing again until he stops and another text pops up.
[Minho 🐰 23:11]: use condoms
Oh, that little shit. You take a mental note to scold him for that later.
[Yuqi 🦒 23:12]: minhoooo 😭😭 you menace
[Felix 🐣 23:12]: DUDE JISUNG IS IN THE CHAT TOO
[Minho 🐰 23:13]: yeah, this was on purpose ;)
You decide to not follow the conversation further, placing your device back into the pocket of your dress.
Jisung suddenly grabs your hand, guiding you towards the back door of the venue.
It’s silent, but you don't mind. Your friend has always been the type of person who doesn’t make not talking to each other uncomfortable. That’s one of the many things you adore the most when it comes to him.
Walking down the hallway, you meet Jisung’s bandmates.
“A-amazing show,” you blurt out.
“Thank you, you must be Y/N, right?” You nod. “I’m Changbin.”
“I’m Chris. Jisung has told us a lot about you,” the taller one says with a grin.
In the corner of your eyes you can witness your best friend getting shy—the pretty reddish layer that enlightens on his cheeks makes him even more beautiful, if that’s possible.
“Well, see you later,” Changbin adds, before both of them walk away and disappear.
A minute later, you find yourself in Jisung’s assigned room. It’s just how you both imagined a backstage room of a rockstar and the backstage room of your friend Jisung. Piles of clothes are scattered all over the floor, indicating he put a lot of thought into his outfit and you can only agree.
Even here in the dim lights, off the stage, he looks alluring, almost god-like, you can’t deny it. Just once more, he catches you staring at him but he either doesn’t show you or he’s very subtle about it. After all, he tries his best to not let this little glance of yours mess with his stupid feelings for you.
It’s an odd situation. Of course, you’d behave differently and be excited—it definitely has nothing to do with him. You’re probably also looking forward to receiving your gift.
Speaking of, Jisung manages to walk around the chaos on the floor without stomping on the clothes with his plateau boots. He looks a lot taller now, wearing them, and also a thousand times hotter. Seeing him closer in his stage outfit allows your eyes to finally take in all the details.
The ripped jeans look great on him and so does the huge leather jacket with all the patches attached to the thick black fabric. You absolutely adore the way his hair is styled—the sides cut down to a few millimetres whereas the long strands are flowing down, curling themselves a little.
Fuck. You’re so absolutely doomed.
“This is for you,” Jisung suddenly says, standing beside you. You haven’t even noticed him approaching you but he hands you a small box that is covered in dark red velvet.
It looks like someone would store a… an accessory in.
No. He wouldn’t buy you something that expensive. You’re just friends, right? Wouldn’t that be weird?
You still reach for it, sending him a quick smile before you carefully open the soft box.
Your eyes are met with the most beautiful gemstone you’ve ever seen.
He can’t be for real.
It’s indeed the opal necklace you guys saw a few months ago when going shopping. You wonder, if he had just remembered it after all this time or possibly bought it back then without you even knowing.
Your mouth falls agape without you even knowing but you realise, once Jisung’s hand lands under your chin, tilting your head upwards so you’re looking at him.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.”
Immediately pulling him into a hug, your nostrils are greeted with the scent of his perfume, making your head get a little dizzy. Shit. You’ve underestimated this.
You’ve underestimated all of this.
But how can you stay calm when Jisung is near you?
Your best friend.
Your best friend who is a rockstar.
Your best friend who you’re desperately in love with.
He bought that fucking opal necklace for you. You’ve always thought you're annoying him with your monologues about gemstones but he was just paying attention, after all.
“Woah– thank you so much, Sungie,” you say, still holding him close. “This is extremely pretty—and fuck, so expensive. You’re crazy… Sorry, I forgot how to form a sentence.”
Jisung giggles.
He disconnects from your tight grip then, just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face. Your best friend finds your eyes stinging with tears even before you’re able to grasp that. You look so perfect, just standing there, staring back at him. Jisung could melt at the sight.
He gestures for you to turn around and just for him you do a little swirl, before you hand him the velvety box. Jisung reaches for it, fishing the accessory piece out of it, as it’s circling around your neck now. Your fingers catch the opal, tips softly grazing over the gemstone. Your friend secures the chain and after that you turn around again.
God, the necklace looks so beautiful on you, as if the jewellery was made for you. As if mother nature created that certain stone just for you.
And whereas for Jisung…
He’s underestimated this.
He’s underestimated all of this.
But how can he stay calm when you are near him?
His best friend.
His best friend who was standing in the front row during his concert and watched every second of the show.
His best friend who he’s desperately in love with.
This whole scene, this whole evening, this whole everything makes him turn incredibly lightheaded. He wants to blame it on the drink he had on stage but this didn’t m do anything to him. He’s not even tipsy. If he’s drunk, he’s drunk on his feelings for you—as cheesy as it sounds.
But Jisung can’t confess to you. Not on your birthday.
What if it doesn’t go well? Not only will your friendship suffer from it but you’re forced to be reminded of that embarrassing situation of a lifetime whenever you reach another year around the sun.
“What are you thinking about, Sungie?”
Fuck.
He’s helpless. He’s absolutely helpless whenever you use that nickname, it’s a crime, really.
There’s no going back. 
Not when you look at him like this—so hopeful, so absolutely hopeful, encouraging him to gather up enough confidence.
“I… I’ve bought the necklace for you so everyone knows that…”
His words get cut off in his own throat. He’s underestimated everything once again. Shit. He’s so fucking overwhelmed. Jisung is a thousand times more nervous than when he’s on stage.
“That, what?”
But it’s now or never, right?
He sighs and takes a deep breath.
“That y-you belong to me. I’m so sorry for confessing this on your birthday but you’re my muse, Y/N. You’re more than a friend to me, you’re the one who inspires me the most and just knowing you enjoyed seeing me do what I love, makes me the happiest man on this planet,” he explains.
That you belong to me.
He says that you belong to him.
The one and only Han Jisung, your best friend, the rockstar, says that you belong to him.
This is—without a single doubt—the best birthday present you have ever received.
Your thoughts are running free, probably at the speed of light by now and at the same time you’re not able to think straight at all.
You tilt your head a little, creating a posture and mimic that Jisung can’t really interpret and it would be an understatement to say that it confuses him even more.
You’re confused, too. Overwhelmed how to answer although you technically know what you want to say. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long and now that the time is right, the words get stuck in your throat.
“Jisung… I–“
“You honestly don’t have to say anything,” he interrupts you. “I don’t expect anything. If you want, I can call Minho to pick you up so you can get back home–“
“Why are you talking about Minho? Why would I want to go home? I don’t understand,” you tell him.
Why is he bringing your other friend into this? You dearly hope he didn’t get insecure because of the little touches you shared with the older one earlier.
“Because I just overshared and confessed my feelings even though you don’t even like me back and–“
You decide to shut his rambling up by kissing him.
And, oh God, do his lips feel perfect pressed against your own. It feels like fireworks are shooting up right above you. It feels like the leaves of the maple trees turning bright orange once autumn is around the corner. It feels like getting a taste of your favourite ice cream flavour on a late summer afternoon.
It’s everything you’ve ever needed.
Jisung—despite all his second guesses—decides to take the lead, when you welcome his tongue in. You’ve never experienced him like this. He’s pulling you closer, wishing to be even nearer to you, as a groan slips from his mouth, making him sound like a man starving from hunger—hunger for you.
It doesn’t take long for him to push you towards the styling table at the end of the room and when your ass collides with the wooden material, he hovers you onto the surface. You instantly part your legs for him, as Jisung is now standing right between your thighs, still busy kissing you, not even thinking a second about letting go of you.
Until those stupid thoughts creep inside his head again.
What if it’s nothing serious for you?
What if he’s about to make a fool out of himself when it turns out you don’t like him back?
It is ironic that Jisung is such a confident musician out on the stage but gets insecure so easily just from his own stupid thoughts.
He can’t help but pull away from you. His confused eyes find yours and that’s when it clicks for you, too. This wasn’t the best way to continue a conversation like this. Of course, your feelings took over you and sometimes actions say more than a thousand words but there’s still too much left unspoken, you get that, too.
“Sorry, I should have asked first…” you admit with a small voice.
Jisung takes a deep breath. It feels as if regret is plastered over his face but you might be wrong. You’ve never been good at reading people’s expressions.
“What does this mean, Y/N?” he asks. “I swear, if you’re playing with me I–“
“I’m not,” you immediately answer, reaching for both his hands with your own. You give them a soft squeeze before you bring your gaze back to him, taking a deep breath that’s absolutely necessary for what’s to follow.
“I like you back, Sungie. You’re more than a friend to me. There is no one in this world that understands me more than you do.”
His lips are brushing your again, ending in another one of those passionate, this time slower, kisses.
“Fuck… how is this your birthday but it’s literally the best day of my life?”
You chuckle, unsure what to reply.
But there’s no need to contemplate, when Jisung is busy attacking your jawline with rough kisses next, before he paints your neck with the same ones. This is when the first pathetic little whimper spills from your lips, as you’re unable to hold back that waterfall of emotions.
You’re here with him.
With Jisung. Your best friend turned lover.
Han Jisung, the fucking rockstar and you are his muse.
This is a dream come true.
You’re already absolutely hypnotised, both by the scene itself as well as Jisung’s passionate touches, the kisses being drawn all over your skin. He lets go for a moment, to get you to focus on him.
On eye level again, his gaze is basically taking your clothes off—until his hands sneak around your waist, pulling you closer, as his mouth finds your own. Kissing Jisung feels so natural, it’s as if you’ve done this a thousand times before and at the same time, every new touch feels as if it’s the first ever.
He earns a whine from you, when he pulls back. But you’re forgetting about the sudden loss of touch, when his palms wander towards your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh a little, while another make out session starts. Your arms are thrown over his shoulders, fingers playing with his curls.
Jisung’s hands decide to go on a little adventure, as they brush the hem of your beautiful dress. When the guitarist spotted you in the crowd earlier, his mouth fell agape at the sight of you. Luckily, his mask was there to hide that expression. Sometimes it feels, as if he is your fan, cheering you on, just for your sole existence.
That’s exactly what he’s gonna show you tonight. This will be a birthday that you’ll never forget.
His lips are—as usual—attached to yours, tongues entangled and dancing together to the beat of your hearts. Sneakily, Jisung slips his hands under the dark fabric of your outfit, painfully slowly wandering upwards to your heat.
As if you’re on autopilot, you spread your legs even further, while you feel Jisung chuckle against your mouth. God, having you this eager for him and only him is the best dream come true.
Jisung isn’t just the happiest man on this planet, he’s the happiest man in this whole fucking universe.
And it’s proven when he’s once again allowed to listen to those beautiful sounds you make, those high-pitched moans that slip out of you, when he wanders further. Without a warning, two of his fingers brush over your panties—finding a wet patch right there.
This is all he needs to whisper the following words, “Just so you wait, I’ll show you who you’ve always belonged to.”
Your mind practically goes blank after that. Jisung yanks your skirt higher with his free hand, exposing your lower body to him. He looks like a starving man, ready to devour you.
In an instant, he is dropping to his knees, lips attacking the insides of your thighs. 
The sensation is spreading through your whole body, just like the waves of the bass did earlier when they rushed through your heart.
Speaking of, your pulse is sprinting by now and it gets even more intense with the slow pace Jisung has set—trying to tease you as much as possible.
A few seconds later, he finally has mercy with you, as he slips down your underwear, leaving your pussy bare naked for him. Your arousal is glistening in the light of the LEDs and Jisung could just stare at you for hours, watch you squirm in anticipation, waiting for him to touch you, to pleasure you, to take you as he pleases.
You sense two fingers exposing you even further, when he spreads your pussy lips apart. A string of saliva hits you next, before Jisung finally brings his mouth into play—tongue colliding with your sensitive nub, he starts playing with your clit. His digits are teasing your entrance, smearing the mixture of your own liquids and his all over you.
“All mine, only mine, do you get that?”
Oh, fuck. Han Jisung is gonna be the death of you.
“Sung– touch me, please–“
You’ve never begged for anyone so easily in your whole life but with Jisung you don’t need to play hard to get, you can let go of all those curtains hiding your true inner self.
“What was that?”
That little brat. You’d scold him for it but—fairly speaking—this is incredibly hard when he’s drawing those circles all over your bundle of nerves, as he’s busy teasing your hole. You’re clenching around nothing and you’re sure he notices it.
“Fingers– inside– please.”
He lets out the evilest laugh you’ve ever heard, “Slut is already fucked out just from my tongue, hm?”
He wonders how he hasn’t lost his mind yet. Jisung’s cock is unbelievably hard—being neglected in his pants. He’s underestimated this whole situation a lot.
That’s how he justifies it, when he finally gives in. Two fingers are pushed into your wetness at once. You wince first, but Jisung makes sure to be gentle with you—prepping you for him, scissoring you open so that you’ll be ready to take him, soon.
He catches a glimpse of how you’re drowning out your angelic whimpers with the back of your hand. This is why he comes to a halt, stopping his actions.
“Baby, don’t hide, let everyone hear you, yeah?”
You nod, doing exactly as you’re told when he dives back in. Slurping sounds are filling the room, as Jisung moans against your heat. He’s pumping his fingers in and out of you, always making sure to keep his eyes fixated on your own.
You’ve lost control a long time ago. You’re not able to hold anything back, when it’s Jisung pleasuring you, guiding you towards your orgasm. Shaky legs are indicating you’re getting close, the same does your hand that has found his head, fingers entangled in the curls.
And then, the inevitable happens. Without a warning.
Your mind goes blank, as white sparkles fill your vision, while your body is brought to completion by none other than your best friend turned lover.
You struggle to catch your breath but Jisung helps you through your climax, slowing down when he feels you getting more and more sensitive.
Silence rules the room, until you look into each other’s eyes and both start giggling.
Well, you didn’t expect an orgasm to be on your birthday present list, but the night is getting better and better.
However, you feel as if Jisung should get something in return. First, he put hard work into the show tonight. Second, you should make up for the things you said yesterday. Third, you simply want to touch him, too, to find out what he tastes like, what he looks like when he shoots his seeds down your throat.
“I think you deserve a sweet little treat for the amazing show,” you whisper.
All that brat does is chuckle and get up, as he grabs you by the waist for another heated kiss. As you taste yourself on his tongue, you stand up from your seat, as you dress falls down again. Creating a pretty path down his jawline and neck, you help him out of his huge leather jacket first.
Jisung is quick to pull his shirt over his head as well, before he catches you staring at him for a little too long. He shuts the thoughts inside your head up by kissing you again, before he watches you fall down to your knees. In an instant, your hand wanders upwards to his crotch, as you start palming his straining erection through the fabric of his jeans.
“Get that thing off,” you order and Jisung instantly follows suit, jumping out of the pants.
You look at him with a mischievous smirk, as the man above you is impatiently waiting to be touched by you.
“Ready, baby?” you ask and all he does is nod.
You reach for the hem of his boxers next, sliding them down. His cock springs free, even harder and thicker than you would have imagined. Your hand immediately seizes around his length, as you start stroking him.
There’s something exciting adding to your dynamic when you realise that he’s fully naked and you’re almost entirely dressed—except for those panties that earlier ended up in the pocket of Jisung’s jeans.
“Baby, please, don’t make me wait any longer,” he begs.
“Well, how could I decline such a plea like that?”
A wink from you follows, before a long stripe of your tongue glides over his shaft.
Waves of pleasure are floating through his system, when you fully take him in. You always make sure to keep your eyes fixated on his, while you start bobbing your head up and down.
He’s getting more confident again, too. Jisung is sure to get the upper hand in this, especially, when he reaches for your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail to guide you just how he likes. It feels as if you’re made for this, as if you're made for him.
“Come on, I know you can take it,” he says, when he slowly starts bucking his hips into you.
The vibration those moans of yours send to his length are driving him insane but he’s the last one to complain. You’re getting sloppier, drooling all over his dick and you just let him enjoy the scene and view.
“Make a mess, baby,” Jisung encourages you.
Fuck. He is absolutely sure this is both the prettiest picture he’s ever laid his eyes on and the most beautiful sound his ears have ever witnessed.
This beats everything—the adrenaline rush he’s got from being on stage earlier is nothing compared to the sensation of your warm mouth hugging his cock.
His heartbeat starts echoing in his ears, when Jisung comes to the realisation of how fucking close he already is. No one has ever made him feel this way.
He feels himself almost twitching in your mouth but he knows that he doesn’t want to get his cum to waste—so, he pulls out, earning another pathetic whine from you.
Jisung helps you up and out of your dress. Since the bra was integrated in the fabric, he is now realising you’re bare naked underneath. He admires your figure for a minute too long, letting out a sighed ‘wow’.
And you just look at him. Patiently waiting like the good girl you are. Every cell of your body craves him. There’s no going back.
“I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly,” you tell him and Jisung might cum at the spot.
You’re ready to be ruined by Jisung and he’d be an idiot to not take this chance that he’s been waiting for for years now.
“Wait, let me grab a condom real quick–“
Your hand wraps around his wrist, “I’m on the pill and I seriously can’t wait, please stay here.”
Jisung nods, more than excited that he’s about to feel you raw.
However, there’s no rush, really. At least that’s how that menace decides to tease you a little further. Another kiss gets placed on your lips, all slowly, all romantically—before he abruptly grabs you by the hips to turn you around.
You get bent over the table, legs parting again on their own. Jisung is squeezing your butt, his other hand busy aligning the tip of his throbbing cock with your aching cunt.
“Ready, baby?”
You hastily nod, failing to let out anything except for a loud ‘yes, please, hurry’.
So, Jisung pushes in, opting for a few centimetres at first to give you some time to adjust. Once you have given him a sign, he starts moving in and out of you. Caused by your wetness, squelching sounds are playing in the room, showing Jisung exactly who’s making you feel this damn good.
“Look at what a good slut you are– fuck, just for me, yeah?”
You nod again and again, upper body by now falling further, but he catches you, circling an arm around your throat from your front, adding the lightest pressure to the sides—but it’s mostly just to keep you in a certain position, so you can observe the two of you in the mirror.
“Look at youself, baby. Watch how I fuck you, watch what a whore you are for me.”
You do as you’re told, observing your smeared makeup and your eyes filling up with tears, while you allow Jisung to basically rail you into oblivion.
“Such a good girl, baby. You’re such a good girl. So tight for me.”
It’s clearly the softness in his voice and the roughness in the way he pounds his cock into you, that makes you oblige. The moans are blurting out of you, turning into the most beautiful melody of the night.
“Shh, look at me in the mirror, eyes on me, Y/N.”
Your gaze flickers towards Jisung’s reflection now and it’s the most beautiful view you’ve ever been granted. You’ve underestimated the effect all this has on him—but he’s nothing better, fucked out expression decorating his face, droplets of sweat lying on his forehead.
But when Jisung sees you looking at him, his possessive side takes over him once again.
“Who owns this tight little cunt?” he hums into your ear.
“You, Sung–“ Completely thoughtless, you give in, as you add, “Just– cum, please–“
He’s fast to bring two fingers between your legs, as he starts rubbing your clit. It doesn’t take him long to bring you to your second relief of the night, as Jisung watches you come undone for him.
A moment later, he pulls out of you, bringing himself to his climax, before thick white ropes of cum are colliding with your ass and lower back.
Jisung doesn’t hesitate to take care of you, as he cleans you and puts you into some sweatpants and a shirt of his.
Watching your still fragile figure, he reaches for your hand, “You’re gonna be my lucky charm from now on, hm? For every concert? Cheering for me, right in the first row, yeah?”
You chuckle.
“Under one condition.”
“Yeah?”
“You’ll bring me backstage every time and tell me more about your new song, Gemstone,” you say.
“I knew you would be my number one fan… the only one that truly matters.”
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Brother's Best Friend - Part 9
Jake Seresin x F!Reader
A/N: I just wanted to let y'all know how much your enthusiasm and encouragement means to me. Your support, whether it's in the form of comments, reblogs, or asks, literally inspires me to keep writing and I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words! You guys seriously rock!
Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.
CW: Uhh.. you're gonna love it
WC: ~2500
Part 1 | Masterlist
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“What’re you up to tonight?” Jake asks casually, about five minutes after you’ve entered the kitchen.
You glance up from your still steeping tea hesitantly; you haven’t spoken to Jake since the pervious night at the club and you’ve all but resolved never to make eye contact with him again. “Uh,” you begin shakily, the stress of the situation resulting in a minor mental shutdown.
You watch as your brother tries on a third Hawaiian shirt and walks over to the mirror in the front hall to check himself out.
You gulp uneasily, your eyes meeting Jake’s as Bradley leaves the kitchen. “Just studying,” you finish, finally remembering your plans for the evening.
“Studying, huh?” Bradley calls from the foyer. A second later, he reemerges with a smirk on his face. “I know what that means.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then shoots Jake a knowing grin.
Jake appears, at the very least, unimpressed with Bradley’s insinuation and, quite possibly, even critical of it. He gives him an irked look and proceeds to flip more aggressively through an old National Geographic magazine, one from the stack currently sitting on the living room coffee table. “You look like a douche in that shirt,” Jake grumbles.
Bradley’s eyebrows converge as he stares at his friend with a mixture of shock and disappointment. “Is that true?” he asks, turning to you for support as if you’re there to mediate.
You shrug. “I don’t think the shirt has anything to do with it,” you say.
Jake snorts out a laugh while Bradley’s mouth falls open in outrage. He looks between you and Jake and shakes his head. “That’s how it’s gonna be?”
“Maybe wear a t-shirt,” you suggest. “Borrow one of Jake’s.”
Jake gives you an amused look. “You think I’m just handing out band tees?”
Bradley narrows his eyes. “I feel like I’m missing something.”
“I just finished a load of laundry and I’ve got a Pantera shirt you can wear,” you continue, already smiling in anticipation of Jake’s reaction.
Jake lifts his eyebrows with a grin. “I thought that wasn’t appropriate dating attire. Too many skulls or some shit?”
Bradley places his hands on his hips and tilts his head suspiciously. “I…” he begins. “I have questions,” he concludes, still glancing between you and Jake. His knotted eyebrows indeed confirm just how perplexed he is. “But I’m already late. So, I guess douche shirt’s gonna have to do.” He grabs his jacket off the back of a kitchen chair and heads back out into the hall.
“Have fun!” Jake calls, leaning into the table so that his voice carries through to the front door.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” Bradley calls back. “We’ll be meeting up with her friends later tonight. They’re female.”
You roll your eyes, removing the tea bag from your mug. You look up to see that Jake’s gaze is trained on you.
“I’m good,” Jake calls back, finally breaking eye contact with you. He reverts his attention to the article before him detailing the mating rituals of various species of primates.
“See you tomorrow, then!” Bradley calls, and then the door shuts behind him.
A predictable, but still awkward, silence follows Bradley's departure. You finish preparing your tea while your heart batters relentlessly against your ribcage, daring you to say something – anything­ – about the previous night’s affairs. Naturally, you ignore this sensible impulse, starting for the staircase mutely after shooting Jake a quick, rigid smile.
Jake’s eyes follow you as you cross the room. “You got a date with ‘study group’ guy?” he asks pointedly, using air quotes to emphasize study group as though your evening is sure to consist of anything but that.
You pause, holding your mug close to your chest. “It’s not a date,” you say, although, at this point, you kind of wish that it were.
Jake raises his eyebrows like your response has only served to reinforce his skepticism. “Why do you even need to study?” he says with a cringe. “You’re already smart.”
You purse your lips to suppress a grin. “Funny,” you comment, continuing toward the stairs.
“I could help,” Jake offers.
You glance at him over your shoulder in surprise. “What?”
Jake closes the magazine and straightens his back. “I could help you study.”
You stare at him, trying to imagine how that might go down. “What do you know about psychology?” you ask, having already decided that, despite his noblest intentions, Jake’s assistance would be absolutely useless.
Jake scoffs. “I don’t need to know anything about it to help you cram for a test. You got flash cards?”
You give him a flat look. “It’s an oral exam.”
The corner of his mouth twitches. “Say what, now?”
You close your eyes and massage your temple irritably. “It’s worth fifty percent of my grade.”
Jake grimaces. “How good are you at oral?”
You let out an indignant cry, wishing you had something in your hands to throw at him other than a ceramic mug full of scalding liquid. “And this is why I’m studying with ‘study group’ guy,” you retort, stomping up the stairs.
“I’m joking!” Jake laughs, getting to his feet. “Come back!”
But you’re already on the second floor and you shut your bedroom door before he can say anything else.
Twenty minutes later, you return with your book bag, your empty mug, and a disparaging look on your face as Jake approaches the bottom of the stairs to greet you with a sheepish grin.
“Come on, Baby B,” he says as you set your bag down and glide by him with an eyeroll, heading for the sink. “It was a joke.” He follows you through the kitchen and leans into the counter as you start to wash your mug.
You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep a straight face. It’s not every day that Jake takes responsibility for his actions, and you’re sort of enjoying the groveling. “I’m not mad, I just think you’re an idiot.”
“See? I told you you’re smart,” Jake says.
You sigh, glancing up at him wearily. “Unfortunately, my extensive knowledge of Jake Seresin isn’t going to help me pass my midterm.”
“Shame,” he responds with a slight grin. “’Cause you’d ace that.”
You chuckle. “You think?”
Jake’s smile falters and he leans his back into the refrigerator. His eyes scan your face like he’s searching for something. You wonder if he’s finally going to address the elephant in the room, but he just exhales moodily and drops his gaze. “Well, have fun,” he mumbles to the floor.
You narrow your eyes and let out a somewhat resentful scoff. It’s just like Jake to lead a girl on, and you should have known that – after all, you’re apparently the leading expert on Jake Seresin. “Oh yes,” you say. “Studying’s a blast.”
Jake lifts his eyes solemnly. “Come on, you’re not that naïve.”
“What are you talking about?” you ask, picking your book bag back up.
Jake’s gaze slips briefly to your bare abdomen, framed by the hem of your crop top and the band of your baggy joggers. “This dude only wants one thing,” he says. “And it’s not to help you prepare for midterms.”
You let out a cackle and head out of the kitchen. “Seresin, please!” you exclaim. “Not every guy in the world is a total pig.”
“How many people are you meeting tonight?” he asks, trailing behind you.
You pause at the door before putting on your shoes. “He couldn’t get a hold of anyone else,” you respond innocently, trying not to cringe at the – now that you think about it – ridiculous excuse ‘study group’ guy has given you.
“Right,” Jake mutters, taking the bag off your shoulder when you bend down to put on your sneakers.
You stand back up and your eyes meet his for a moment. He looks like he’s got more to say but you have a feeling he isn’t going to say it. “I can handle myself,” you reassure him.
Jake watches you with a dubious expression. “As long as you know what you’re walking into,” he says.
You laugh, taking a step back to ease some of the tension that’s got your back muscles seizing up. “And even if he does have an ulterior motive – which I seriously doubt – would it really be so terrible?”
Jake doesn’t seem as amused at this prospect as you. “It would be manipulative,” he responds levelly.
You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t think it’s a big deal.”
He squints slightly and you feel like he’s judging your answer. “I thought you needed to study.”
“I do!” you respond defensively. “And I’m not going with the intention of engaging in any…” you pause, thinking of a way to put what you’re about to say more delicately. “… other activities,” you finish with a minor wince. “But, if an opportunity happens to present itself –”
Jake raises his eyebrows. “An opportunity,” he echoes in the same disapproving tone.
“What, like you’ve never taken advantage of an opportunity.”
Jake juts out his jaw in a sulking manner, pondering over your allegation without disputing it. He looks a fair bit guilty but that may very well be your personal interpretation. Finally, he reaches for the door and opens it resignedly. “Call me if you need me,” he says.
You sigh, standing in front of the open door. “You don’t have any plans?” you ask, almost cautiously because you probably don’t want to know the answer.
Jake purses his lips and shakes his head.
This gives you pause, but you try not to let the defeated look on his face sway you. You aren’t sure what he stands to gain from this particular transaction, but you doubt his motive for offering to help is entirely altruistic.
Perhaps he’s gunning for a clean slate. Trying to be a friend. Trying to eclipse recent, reprehensible behavior with an act of goodwill. Maybe he’s worried that you’re mad, or that he might lose you.
The fact of the matter is, you could speculate till the cows come home, but you won’t know unless you ask. So, in a move not even you could have predicted, you do just that. “Why would you even want to waste your evening studying?” you probe.
Jake tilts his head to the side and squints his eyes at you in confusion. “Just tryin’ to help,” he responds.
You look down at your feet uncomfortably and shrug, but continue prodding, nonetheless. “I mean, you could be out with my brother.” What you really want to say is that he could be hooking up with a new chick within the hour if he feels like it; it wouldn’t even be a challenge.
“Didn’t wanna crash his date.”
You glance up at him sharply, wondering if that is, indeed, the only reason he chose to stay behind. His eyes slide slowly over your face as though he’s trying to guess what you’re going to say next. You gulp uneasily; being scrutinized by the guy of your dreams is hardly an enjoyable pastime. At the same time, it’s wildly thrilling to have his undivided attention. “No other reason?” you ask with a slight break in your voice, your throat decidedly too dry to pose any further questions.
Jake glances pointedly at the open door he's still holding and then back at you. He doesn’t respond, nor does he inquire why you’ve still not left. Instead, he starts to slowly close the door, his eyes boring into yours so intently you think the weight of his gaze might vaporize you.
You feel a warmth wash over you – no; a heat. It’s a distressingly abrupt sensation, like you’ve been shoved into an oven set to broil. But it’s nothing new. You’ve experienced this kind of nauseating high before and you’re just as unamused with this bodily reaction now as you’ve been in the past.
Jake stands very still, his back to the door he’s just shut, stalling. And despite the very persistent voice in the back of your head telling you he can’t possibly be interested in pursuing anything remotely romantic with his best friend’s little sister, the hesitation on his face is telling quite a different tale. Jake is torn.
You can relate. You’ve been simultaneously longing for and avoiding direct contact with him for ages. “You, uh” – you take a shallow breath and nervously lick your lips. “You think I’ll get more studying done if I stay?” you ask faintly.
Jake watches you carefully, as though he’s giving himself a minute to consider your question. He takes a step toward you, lowering his face to maintain eye contact. And, while his expression remains mostly impassive, you swear that you notice a brief flicker of exhilaration pass over his features right before he says, “I can’t promise that.”
You stare at him, frozen in place as he takes your chin in his hand and lifts it ever so slightly, as if he knows that you’re in no condition to elevate it on your own. Then, just as you’re about to say something completely irrelevant to fill the silence, Jake’s lips pass softly over yours.
And that’s when you come entirely apart. Your book bag crashes to the floor as your arm drops limply at your side. Your legs vibrate feebly, fighting to keep you standing. But you ignore the – indeed concerning – widespread weakness sweeping through your body. Because the only matter worth attending to is Jake’s hand as it slides purposely down to your throat, his thumb curling around as though he means to choke you.
Admittedly, you’d let him.
But his fingers don’t commit to a firm grasp by any means, instead, they glide up and down, intermittently applying a gentle pressure to your neck as his tongue curves boldly into your open mouth.
Jake Seresin is kissing you.
In a way that no one’s ever kissed you before. In a way that rattles you. Because it’s hungry and unreserved. Because it’s dangerously intimate. Because it’s Jake Seresin.
He’s kissing you like he already knows just how you like to be kissed. Or… the way you like to be kissed just happens to be the way he kisses. He’s had plenty of practice, after all.
Whatever the case may be, there’s a fire at the tip of every one of his fingers, and it follows the length of your collarbone in their wake. There’s a spark in the friction of every touch, at every point of contact.
It’s in the sweet burn of your bottom lip when he catches it between his teeth. It’s in the way he nudges your face with the tip of his nose in between kisses. It’s in his eyes when he finally releases your lips and meets your gaze; it’s in the silence.
You swallow, looking up at him anxiously, unsure how it’s even possible that you’re still standing. Jake is watching you with an unsettling blend of affection and alarm. He sighs finally and tugs on your elbow, pulling you in to rest his forehead over yours. “Fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes and releasing a heavy – and noticeably unsteady – breath. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”
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bigassmoonchild · 6 months
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i like to think ghost have a partner that expresses love by biting { totally not me i wouldnt even think of chomping} but hes so used to it that he doesnt have a reaction when his wife is in nibble mode
but
everyone else loses their complete shit thinkin that a random person just bit ghost { i also love the idea that ghost doesnt tell soap shit jus to fuck with him }
i absolutely adore this bc i definitely do this 💀 (i've had this in my drafts for a few days now, but just finally figured out how i wanted it to go)
🫶🫶
simon would sit in the mess hall, not just to show face but also to be with the rest of his squad. price had to push him to join, but now he came of his own choice. it was something he did, not too often, but often enough.
on this particular day, you had gotten back from a mission all but a few hours ago. simon had been gone for a few weeks prior to you leaving, so you hadn't seen him in nearly a month and a half.
you walked into the mess hall, simon could see you from where he was sitting. you grabbed your tray of food and looked around to find where you were going to sit. he saw you move towards your squad before spotting him, sitting in front of soap and gaz.
so you made your way over, shuffling between people who were standing around and having to take a few different routes to get to them. dropping your tray down, you sat next to simon.
soap went to snag some food off of your tray and you smacked his hand, giving him a face as you did so. the three of you were talking, about what simon wasn't entirely sure of. he was trying to look at you while not completely giving himself away.
god, he loved you. more than you'd possibly ever know. catching his eye, you gave him a slightly confused face and you could see his eyes slightly squint with a little smile.
smiling back, you dove back into your conversation with soap and gaz. '...didn't realize that was something he did,' you said as simon came back into the conversation.
soap gave a little laugh, rolling his eyes. 'oh, gaz is a real charmer. spilled his pint o' beer on a lady once in a bar. you remember that, right ghost?' and simon nodded, giving a little grunt as he did so.
he still watched you, the light shining in your eye and the color slowly returning to your face as everything began to go back to your normal. he knew how much you missed this during missions, and even with the bags under your eyes he still thought you were as beautiful as ever.
the conversation waned, soap and gaz beginning to argue a little. your knee pressed against his, allowing your legs to touch. the only bit of pda he would allow with other soldiers around. with his mask on.
even though gaz and price knew, he kept it a secret from the loud mouthed scot. he knew, as much as he (unwillingly) cared for soap, word would spread fast if he knew it.
and the two of you spoke often about possibly bringing him in on the secret. possibly even just coming out as a couple at the nearest milball.
as much as the conversations happened, that was two milballs ago. three years you had been together, and just six months ago he had popped you the question. he knew exactly where that ring lay, on a long chain sitting just on your sternum.
some nights, he would kiss it. long and hard as he prayed to whatever being would listen that the two of you returned safe from the mission you were next on. other times, he tugged on it to pull you in for kisses.
there would even be a few nights that he would just play with it, feeling the heat of the metal from where it would rest against your skin. he loved that you kept it so close to your heart, and kenw that once the two of you married you wedding band would sit just there.
his own would sit against his heart, as soon as he got it.
a sharp pain from his bicep pulled him from his thoughts, looking down at where you bit him. clenching your teeth a little harder, you finally released him.
'what the hell was that,' soap sputtered out. looking between you, then simon and gaz. gaz gave him a little shrug, looking away as you leaned for another bite.
simon pushed your head away from his arm. 'don't bite me, you little mosquito,' he huffed at you. you gave him a cheeky little smile, winking at him before digging back into your food.
soap gestured wildly. 'no, i want to know what's going on. what the hell. why the hell?'and you gave soap a little laugh.
pulling the chain from under your shirt, you dangled the ring and chain in front of him. 'technically, we are still planning the wedding,' and you grunted as soap kicked you.
'and why wasn't i told?' he hissed at the two of you. you gave a faint shrug, playing with some of the food on your plate. you faught like hell to tell soap, but respected simons decision.
'you've got a loud mouth,'
'i do not!' soap nearly shouted. 'i absolutely do not,' he then whispered. you laughed and tapped your knee against simons.
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Hello! hope youre doing good!! I was wondering if you could write something about how Harry and Y/n just had to leave each other for work and Harry has an interview the next day and he's a little grumpy?? love SOH so much!!
Management
harry styles x reader (soh masterlist)
summary: harry wants to get back at one of his managers for what he said about his relationship with y/n, which makes for an interesting interview.
warnings: heavy allusions to sex, slut-shaming, and just lhh being the best protective bf ever
a/n: may have taken a bit further than grumpy…love lhh <3
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The hotel was perfect: isolated, glamorous, and private. That’s why it was every celebrity’s dream. But to Y/n and Harry, it was their relationship’s paradise.
Y/n had a series of interviews lined up in Montreal and Harry just so happened to be able to fake sick long enough for the Montreal radio interview to be pushed back to an incredible two days. Two days was a lot for them, normally they’d have a phone call, a couple of hours, or even a day if lucky. But two days ment that they could spend the night together, and because One direction flew in on the red eye flight, they could get two.
When Harry checked in with the rest of the band, he went straight to his room, changed to pajamas and a sweatshirt with a hood, and left to room 2089, her room.
Harry got a little queezy on the trip up; his fear of heights combined with his lack of sleep and flying sickness didn’t make for a great combo. He just really needed some sleep.
He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.
Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.
“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”
“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”
They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.
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The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.
Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.
He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.
“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.
Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.
“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”
“What?!”
“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.
When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“
“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”
“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.
“That is not true you asshole!”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.
“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“
“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”
Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”
“That’s unfair-“
“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.
“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”
“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”
Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.
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During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.
Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.
As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.
“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.
An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.
“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.
“A shag?”
“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”
“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.
“Anyone in particular?”
“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”
One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.
“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”
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“That bloody fucker—“
“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.
“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”
“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”
The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.
Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.
“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.
The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.
“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”
“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”
Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.
She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.
“He’d probably drop me after that.”
“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.
Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.
“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”
“Really?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.
“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”
“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”
“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”
“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”
“He?”
“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”
“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”
“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“
“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”
Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.
“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.
“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.
“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”
“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”
“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”
“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”
“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”
“Night, love.”
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letsgetrowdy43 · 7 months
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Wedding bells—
Quinn Hughes x reader
Request: 🌼 Quinn - he’s drunk and you have you take care of him, I feel like he’d be a cute cuddly drunk
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Brady's wedding was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Every detail felt so intimate and romantic, from the ceremony and reception, even down to the colour of the tablecloth. The moment the Hughes family stepped foot on the venue, Y/n knew it would be an amazing day, and she was right.
That same sense of love seeped into the night as the sunset and the drinking started. Quinn was the centre of Y/n's attention all day, looking as handsome as ever in his groomsman suit, with a fresh haircut for the big day, and a wide-lopsided grin.
He watched as his best friend, his brother more or less, became a husband. The realization that they were adults was heavy as Brady kissed his bride. Nostalgia filled his senses as he looked down at the crowd to look at Y/n watching him, tears in her eyes at the love in the air as he smirked at her.
As the night rolled in so did the party, everyone found themselves inside the reception hall, live music playing as the drinks poured and the dancing started.
A wide smile found its way onto Quinn's face as Ellen pulled him out to the dance floor. Luke looked at her with a grin and extended his hand, "my mom stole your man," he joked as she took his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. "He is her son," the girl shrugged as Luke and she kept a friendly distance as they danced around the floor, giggling at Jack who was stuck dancing with the flower girl, a face full of what seemed embarrassment and adoration as the little girl made him twirl around.
She loved this family, she thought to herself as Luke spun her around and Jim took pictures from the sidelines.
"Your wedding will be nicer than this," Luke mused as she looked at him with an amused look. "It'll be pretty hard to beat this," she shrugged. Luke shook his head, "I don't think so, no one loves like you and Quinn love each other," the boy said sweetly making the woman's face soften.
Y/n smiled softly at the thought of her wedding day. She would be happy just eloping if that's what Quinn wanted, but the fuss would be nice, the intimacy, the romanticism of it all was something she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. Marriage wasn't a foreign subject to her mind, Quinn and her had discussed the subject frequently, both agreeing on a small wedding on some vineyard in Kelowna, wanting the homey feeling of summer to surround them on their special day, very Quinn and Y/n-esque.
Her brows furrowed as she pulled away from her thoughts, searching the crowd for Quinn. Ellen was now sat at a table with Jim and the Tkachuk parents, and Quinn was nowhere to be found.
"Do you see Q?" the girl mumbled to Luke who was quietly laughing at the scene unfolding in front of his eyes. Brady, Josh, and Quinn were going shot for shot at the bar as the band started to play some more upbeat songs. "Oh god," Y/n laughed as she and Luke approached the bar. "Have fun with that," he patted his sister-in-law on the back and left in search of his other brother.
Quinn grinned shyly at his girlfriend as she approached the bar, "Looks like you three are reliving the university days," her brows raised as Josh laughed. "Learn to live a little Y/n/n," Brady joked as he set off to look for his wife. The woman's jaw dropped as Josh mumbled his agreeance with Brady, "your friends love to hate me Q." "Fuck 'em Dove, they suck," he said with a sickeningly sweet smile as his arm found its way around her torso, hugging her closely to his side as she looked at Josh and stuck her tongue out at him.
The girl turned to look up at her boyfriend, a hazy drunk look taking over his face as he dipped down and kissed her on the cheek, something he'd practically been dying to do all day, missing her touch, her warmth.
His hands squeezed her hips as she grinned at the attention, "you look a little drunk my love," he grinned and nodded. "Drunk on your love," he whispered smoothly into her ear before kissing her on the neck, her face heated up as she melted into his hold, "Sorry, that was cheesy," he admitted. "I liked it," she grinned and took one of the hands on her hip and kissed his knuckle, the two of them swayed to the music as they watched the newlyweds family come together to dance.
"I want our wedding to be like this," she mumbled as he grinned into her shoulder. "With fewer people?" he asked, smiling as she nodded, "we should get married soon," he suggested followed by a hiccup, her eyes widening at his nonchalant idea. "You need to propose first my love," she said cooly, her fingers intertwining with his. Quinn chuckled and placed another kiss on the sweet spot on her neck, "I'm working on it Dove, promise," The smell of whiskey hit her senses as she spun around and captured his lips with hers.
Perfect, her life was perfect in every sense of the word.
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I steered away from the prompt I'm sorry!! but I just started writing and lost sense of my original plan :)
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Dirty Work 21
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.
Characters: Loki
Note: have a wonderful day!
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The gate bell buzzes and you rush from the kitchen to answer, the porcelain clinking as you leave it in the sink. You flit into the hall and to the entryway. As you pull the door open, you sense a shadow and turn to see Laufeyson at the top of the stairs. He watches but does not speak. You waver before you find the strength to continue on.
You shut the door gently and try to breathe through your rattling nerves. You don't understand what's going on. The words Laufeyson said still don't make sense to you. He can't mean what you think. You have to be overthinking. Yet the tickle of his touch remains on your skin and fuels your doubts.
How can you say no to him? If you do, he might say the same...
You repress a shudder as you reach the gate and hold the button to roll it back. Ronan steers through in his truck, pulling in just behind Laufeyson's flashy ivory car. You let the gate close and approach the truck bed as the carpenter climbs out.
"Miss," he opens the rear door to grab his bag, "you look nice, special occasion?"
You look down at yourself and wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt. It's sunny but it isn't the weather that has you fired up. You force a smile that makes your cheeks twitch.
"Uh, no, they're just...new," you sway as you push your hands behind you, "erm, so I guess... you should get started."
"I should," he checks his watch, a thick leather band with a tarnish face, "I hate to get in the way of your work. Or ruin your fancy clothes."
"Oh, uh, it's not... I'll bring you some water," you offer.
"Hmm," he hums as he shuts the door, "you're too kind for your own good. Nice to see you doing something for yourself for a change."
"I..." you swallow the truth. "Thanks."
"Not that you didn't look good before," he insists.
"Well, I..." you murmur, looking away bashfully.
"I'm talking a lot," he chuckles, "you know where I'll be."
He turns and stalks off towards the house. You blow out a breath as your eyes are drawn to the front door. Mr. Laufeyson stands in the frame, again observing you, his gaze narrowed to slits. He reminds you of a snake in coil about to strike.
The door shuts before you can reach it. You enter and he's gone. It's like some game. You return to the kitchen to finish tidying up the porcelain from tea. You set it away in the glass cabinet and fill a fresh jug of water. As you place it on the patio, Frigga pops her head up from the roses, a healthy bouquet in hand as she snips the stems with a pair of cutters.
"These will be nice in the dining room," she suggests as she shows the white petals, "Maybe a few for the study?"
"Uh, yeah," you plunk down the pitcher and glass. "Did you need any water? This is for the carpenter."
"Oh, he's here?" She says, "I didn't see him. Perhaps I can ask him about the flower boxes."
"Yeah, uh, maybe," you agree, "I'll be, er, upstairs working. Got a lot to catch up on from yesterday."
"No worries at all, darling," she assures you.
You retreat and stumble to get your shoes off once more, mindful of the rules. That's the problem. Everyone is forgetting the rules. Ronan does the gazebo not the flower boxes, you don't wear your shoes in the house, and Loki-- Mr. Laufeyson is just your boss.
You rush up the stairs, nearly too at a time, and reach the top out of breath. You hurry into the library and close yourself up inside. It's just you. It strikes you how much you missed being alone. These last few weeks have felt so crowded. Constricted even.
You finally make yourself sit still. You find it hard not to wriggle in the seat as you watch the laptop screen load. It feels so long ago that you did this. It's all backwards and you don't like it. You like clear lines. You are separate from Mr. Laufeyson. You are below. You have your tasks and he has more important concerns.
You focus on balancing his bills. There are a lot of outstanding invoices. You're still learning how to keep it all organized. You feel a bit out of your depth with all the numbers but you excelled at math all those years before.
A subtle click barely registers but nestles in your ear. You squint at the screen as you watch a tutorial on Excel functions. You're still figuring that out too.
"The carpenter has been dealt with?" Mr. Laufeyson states as much as he asks.
"Yes, Mr. Laufeyson," you confirm and pause the video. You glance behind him at the open door to his study.
"Very good," he says, "he will work faster without distraction."
You nod. You take his point. He is right. It might be better that the project is finished sooner than later. There's a big enough mess, the type you don't know how to clean up.
He strides around the library, perusing the shelves as if they are new to him. He feels along the spines of books and drags his fingers along the wood. You watch him, waiting. For what, you don't know.
"Don't let me distract you," he says without looking at you as he slides out a volume. "As you were."
Your eyes flick down obediently. You try to refocus but forget where you were. You open the ledger to make notes as you restart the video. You can sense him lurking around the room, closer and closer as his silhouette blurs the edge of your vision.
The narrator continues their instruction as you open the transcript to follow along. Mr. Laufeyson inches closer and closer, walking just behind your laptop, then around one side of your desk before doubling back. Again, he looms behind the screen and strolls along the other side. And at once, he's behind you.
You tense as you feel him watching over your head. You keep your hand moving as you take notes, writing down words you don't process. Your pulse thrums in your temples as you feel him leaning over you. His hands rest on your shoulders and he kneads them as you sit frozen.
He bends further and further until you feel his breath on your crown. He nuzzles your hair as his hands trail slowly across your shoulders. They close loosely around your neck as he exhales with a groan. Just like the one you heard earlier.
You gulp against his grip as your pen stills and you stare blankly at the screen, the narrator hazing to a drone and the colours fogging together. You drop the pen and drag your hand up to touch his. He tuts as he lowers his head next to yours, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks.
"I didn't say stop," he slithers as heat scalds over you.
You shiver and remove your hand from his, reaching for the pen instead. You pick it up, trembling as you try to read your own writing, your chin pressing to his knuckle as he tightens his hold on you. It's just scribbles, broken lines and squiggled waves.
"Notice too, you did not either," he whispers against the shell of your ear and draws away, all once releasing you. 
You gasp as he swiftly side steps and strides across the room. He retrieves the volume from the shelf and reclines across the chaise, lazily opening the pages with a sigh. You stare at him as he lingers, engrossing himself in the book as you forget all about the spreadsheets and negative balances.
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Mr. Laufeyson leaves without a word. A taunt in its own right. He’s toying with you impeccably. His every move, his every glance, even something as careless as breathing is a statement. He’s watching. He’s waiting. For something…
Your frustration boils over and you snap shut the lid of the laptop. You haven’t been able to focus since his intrusion. The weight of his hands on your throat remains even with him gone. At moments, it feels as if you are truly being strangled.
You get up and resign yourself to something less complicated. You near the door and stop to peek at the one attached to the study. It’s open still but you wouldn’t think to peer through it. Is he there still? Listening? Expecting something?
You go into the hall and descend, each step expecting Laufeyson to call you back, to reproach you for straying. You reach the bottom without obstacle and exhale. You hear noise in the kitchen and follow it.
Frigga is there, placing a rectangle tray on the counter. She is comfortable as she moves around lightly. She knows where everything is as she arranges her ingredients and tools. You admire her. You wish you had that confidence, especially now as you drown in uncertainty.
“Oh, darling, wonderful timing,” she praises as she looks up, “I thought to do some cooking before I go. I’m sure you know Loki is rather avoidant of doing so himself. Why don’t you join, hm?”
You blink and hesitate, glancing over your shoulder. It isn’t exactly work. 
“Don’t you fret for him, if he has issue, I will take it up with him,” she dismisses your unspoken doubts. “Come, come, I want to share with you my best recipes.”
“Okay,” you cross to her. She is undeniable, besides, you don’t think Laufeyson would be pleased to hear if you were to reject his mother. 
“Beer-marinated pork,” she announces, “roasted turnip and some hand-made bread, of course.”
You nod and twiddle your fingers. You’ve never had beer-marinated anything. Well, your culinary experience is lacking.
“Family recipes,” she explains, “adapted over the years. There was a time the bread was baked on rocks and the turnip would be roasted over embers. Imagine.”
She trills and spins around, gathering more supplies for her growing array. As she faces the counter again, she sighs.
“I much rather prefer the modern methods, of course. Not so tedious and Loki has ensured the best,” she goes to the stacked ovens embedded in the wall and sets the temperature, leaving the upper one to preheat. “A pity, such a nice kitchen and it’s barely used. That cook of his… she doesn’t know our recipes.”
You listen, too anxious to summon any sort of comment. She doesn’t seem to notice as she carries the conversation smoothly. 
“Do you cook? You must,” she answers her own question, “we will make enough for you to take home for your father. If he can’t stomach beer, I can make a sauce.”
“Oh, that’s… that’s okay–”
“I insist,” she overrides you, “it’s a labour of love for me. I love cooking. That is the one thing Sif– his ex-wife wasn’t fond of. She was always at the stable.”
You nod, trying to unravel the story from the stray threads. Little by little, you learn more of the woman who used to live here. In your head, she is sophisticated and splendid. And the way the speak of her, they seem to mourn her as much as you do your own mother.
“We will need onion and some spices, we’ll mix it in with the beer for our marinade,” she instructs, “a bowl…” she turns to take a silver bowl from the nested stack.
She puts it before you and directs you. She stands back as she lets you do it yourself. It’s nice to have the simple tasks set out one by one, even if it feels as if she’s judging your every move. You submerge the pork chops to marinate and she turns your attention to the turnip.
“Be careful chopping, turnips can be difficult,” she girds.
You shy away from the large knife and the hard rutabaga. It’s not easy to saw through as you rock the knife this way and that. You only get halfway through before the blade sticks immovably.
“Allow me,” she takes over and with a jerk, finishes the chop. The turnip splits in two as the knife meets the thick cutting board. “A bit of elbow grease…”
“Mother, what are you up to?” Laufeyson enters with a hand in one pocket.
“Oh, you know, dear, I can’t leave you without dinner.”
“I have a cook,” he counters.
“Mmm, yes, but nothing like a homemade meal,” she tisks.
He looks at you as he nears. You wipe your hands on a dish cloth and wring it tight. Frigga continues on unbothered, turning one half of the turnip on its flat side and chopping it into chunks.
“She’s helping,” she says, “please don’t take her from me.”
“I didn’t say anything,” he shrugs, his lips slightly curving.
“You were thinking it,” she huffs, “she can take some time to cook. Perhaps, she should do so regularly. It would save you money.” 
“But not time. She has other tasks.”
“You being the most onerous,” Frigga chirps as she transfers the chunks into the pan.
“Perhaps,” he does not look away from you as you twist the dish cloth to its limit. He slips his hand from his pocket and lets it brush up his shirt, “I am what you raised me to be.”
“I was saying to the darling earlier,” she ignores his snipe, “the next time you visit, you might bring her along.”
“Eh, next time…” Laufeyson swallows as his lips fall straight, “maybe…”
“You are going to visit, aren’t you?” Frigga whines, “you and your father, I don’t know why you just can’t get along.”
“I tried, mother, I did. You saw–” he stops himself, “it doesn’t matter.”
“It does. Very much. You’re family.”
“Are we? He’s disowned me more than he’s ever claimed me.”
“You’re too much alike, that’s your problem,” she chides, “and you’re both too stubborn to see it.”
“We will discuss this another time,” he says as he peeks at you again, “in private.”
“Should I…” you begin.
“Stay,” Frigga and her son command at the same time.
“I’m not sending her home empty-handed,” Frigga says, “so you will drive her home, yes? It will be too much to take on the bus.”
“Why, of course,” he accepts, “it would be my pleasure.”
“Mm, and the carpenter, he fixed the flower boxes already. A few loose nails,” she grins, “nice man, that one. I might recommend him to your father.”
Laufeyson pokes his tongue out as he squints. He turns his gaze back on you. You miss when he barely looked at you, when he hardly even acknowledged your existence. And yet, you're just the same. You can't say a word.
“I haven’t dealt with him much,” he says pointedly, “that is the house manager’s concern.”
“Probably better off,” Frigga snickers, “she won’t drive him away.”
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kachowder · 1 year
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I LOVE LOREN. How would he be with a darling who is also in an extracurricular activity?? like theater or choir or band or another sport? :)) what would he do if one day one of his games happened at the same time as their performance/game? :(
“Hey Loren, I can’t make it to your game tomorrow night, I have a volleyball match and I can’t miss it.”
You had expected a bit of an outburst. Perhaps begging and pleading that you’d go to his game anyway.
Loren had habit of being clingy with you.
However he just smiled at you, swinging an arm around your shoulder as you to began to roam the halls.
“That’s all cool babe! I’ll just skip mine so I can watch you play!”
“Oh okay cool- wait huh?”
The confused look he gave you almost made you think you misheard him.
“What’s up babe?”
Ignoring the whole “babe” thing, seeing as you two were infact not dating, you forced the soles of your shoes to ground and slowed his large strides.
“Loren did you say you’ll skip your game?”
“Yeah why?”
“Why??? What do you mean why- Loren that’s like one of the big games for our school!”
“So?”
You were gonna smack this idiot
“So?? You can’t skip it you felt the whole school down!”
“But I don’t care about the “whole school”. I wanna see your game!” He smiled so effortlessly at you, that you practically felt blinded by the wholesome joy on his face. “ ‘sides they can just get someone else to fill in for me.”
“Coach will be pissed!”
“Coach will get over it. Besides you’re more important to me anyway! <3”
The heat on your cheeks was suffocating.
“I-..”
Sigh
“Whatever doofus.”
Loren smiled peppily, seeming pleased with your acceptance, thus squeezing you the his chest before continuing on with your walk.
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A/N: Loren is recklessly supportive. Picture him in a skirt with Pom poms at your games or any performances really. Or an embarrassing poster and a group of his friends chanting your name in a completely silent auditorium.
PS. I’ll probably be writing a lot of Loren for a bit since he’s very easy to write about. Alan and Chata have some content coming up along with meeting Loren’s brother and some more Cameron and Jessie along the line
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ginger4sugar · 9 months
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Hihi!! Can I request a fic with Hobie Brown having no other choice but to tell his s/o he's spiderman after he comes back home pretty injured from a mission? Thank youuu!
-🦖 anon (do people still do emoji anons??)
✫彡𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 ?ミ★
Characters Included — Hobie Brown ( ATSV ) x Black!fem reader
Ginger’s Notes — My tumblr is really glitchy so i only got the chance to read the request once ): !! so maybe when i post this i’ll see it again! So i’m sorry if this isn’t what you wanted or if this doesn’t make sense — and i’ll happily redo the request!! Also thank you for the request Dino!! We love you!! <33
Content Warning — Angsty, mentions of bruises n stuff, pining (??) , still not proofread ( ik yall tired. ), anddd lmk if i missed anything!!
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You liked to think you were smart, you liked to think you were always two steps— maybe a whole block ahead before your enemies and foes. Always outsmarting anyone that compared themselves to you as your competitor.
Maybe that’s why you’re dumbfounded when it came to Hobie, cause he was far from a foe, closer to a friend, and intimacy was the one thing you found yourself clueless about.
You tried not to press and pry out answers when he left you stranded waiting for him outside some ransacked building turned into a messy local concert hall, for a band you didn’t even know the name of, you trusted Hobie’s taste in music, so you didn’t ask questions before accepting the invite.
You didn’t go crazy when he would disappear for weeks without contact, only for him to pop back up at your apartment whenever he decided to show his self again. Maybe he just needed a week to unwind from the world, and who were you to invade?
You even minded your business when he cancelled plans on you last minute as you were finishing your makeup and laying your edges— it’s okay, obviously something important came up. No worries.
But you did worry, you wanted to pry and pick out a answer for his actions, you wanted to go insane when he hasn’t shown his face in weeks, you wanted to stick your nose in hobie’s business when he gave another lame excuse for the sudden change of plans. Because you cared— maybe too much, but, you didn’t act on it. Cause you didn’t know why you cared so much, you didn’t understand that feeling that came over you whenever he was nearby— n you didn’t like the feeling of emptiness and disappointment when he didn’t stick to his word the hundredth time in the row.
None of it was making sense, and for you— for someone so smart, why was this a mystery you didn’t know the answer to, and didn’t know where to look to even get a clue.
You laid up in your bed at night, glossing over the contents of your head trying to come up with a answer. But as you laid still with the soft faint sound of rain against your widow pane and the melody of music coming from your radio. You came up with nothing— until the tap at your window dragged you out of your thoughts.
The answer for your big question, was outside your window, and you didn’t waste any time before letting him in, helping the lanky male through the small entrance, his body drenched in rain that made his clothing stick to his body, his hand gripping his side so hard as he swayed in place panting heavily.
This was the first time you had seen him in a few days, but, you still didn’t question it— even if he showed up at your window beaten and bruised, all you could do was lead him to your bathroom, softly asking him if you could care for him.
Just for a second.
And he nodded.
Your eyes worked fine, You knew the red and blue of his suit— a bit torn but nothing that hobie couldn’t fix. You knew as you dressed his fresh wounds that they weren’t just from any of his reckless side activities. But still, you didn’t know why he kept this from you — for so long. But still,
You didn’t pry. Even as his eyes were glued to your every move waiting for you to ask him anything— everything. You didn’t question a thing. Even as words came pouring out of his mouth, getting frustrated with your silence.
“Not many could say that they know who spiderman ‘is— and ‘ere you are, quiet as a mouse, like ‘s a daily thing.”
Hobie was no fool, he was smarter than you and you knew that— so you knew him holding this out from you was for a good reason. You didn’t have to lash out, or go crazy about it— you told yourself. But for once— you did have a question.
“Who did this to you,” you asked not paying attention to the chokes in your words or your glassy eyes that were pooling with tears. You didn’t care that he was Spiderman— you didn’t care that he disappeared on weeks end before showing up at your apartment. You cared that he was hurt— and he came to you for help.
Cause hobie was smarter than you. You didn’t have a clue about his second identity, but he knew that you cared, so much— and that was his fear. You cared so much you wouldn’t ask questions, scared that he would get irritated and leave you in the shadows. As long as he came back safe, to you. He could hide as much as he wanted.
Hobie Brown was smarter than you, cause he knew that you were in love with him, but you had no clue— mistaking your feelings for caring too much, when it was none of your business. But it was your business, Cause he’s madly in love with you too.
And telling you, was his biggest fear. Not only as Spider-man, but as Hobie Too.
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alotofpockets · 9 months
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Backup vocals | Reneé Rapp
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Pairing: Reneé Rapp x Reader
Summary: You play guitar in Reneé's band on tour and help her out with backup vocals when the backing track stops working.
Masterlist | Reneé Rapp Masterlist | Words: 1.3K
Reneé had first noticed you on tiktok, when her fans had tagged her in a cover that you did of her song Too Well. You had posted your fair share of covers on the app, never thinking it would reach many people, but as your audience kept growing, you continued by covering more and more songs. Reneé reached out to you and now after months of rehearsal you were joining her on tour, as the guitarist in her band. It was an exciting experience as you had never done anything like this. 
The first night of the show went incredible, the crowd loved it and Reneé was a natural at connecting with her fans. It was a great first experience for you as well, with such a big crowd singing the lyrics back to you. The celebration of a great start of the tour was done in the tour bus on the way to the next show. You, the rest of the band, Alyah, and of course Reneé herself, raised a glass and talked about your favorite moments from the show.
The next day you wake up in a different city, and you all head to the concert hall, to get ready for sound check. It wasn't long until you figured out something was wrong. The backing track wasn't playing, the crew tried everything they could, but wasn't able to get it to work. You saw that Reneé was getting stressed about the situation. Of course, Reneé sang everything live, but the backup vocals were all on the backing track. "We can do it live. I'm sure we have another mic, I can do the backup vocals. If you're okay with that, of course." Reneé thought it was a good idea and after some more rehearsing to get it all right, the stress she was feeling was no longer there. 
“Amsterdam, how is everyone doing tonight?” Reneé asks the crowd as she walks up the stage. The crowd erupts in cheer as she appears and the band starts playing the first notes to Colorado. Reneé turns her head your way at the first lyric you’ll be singing and smiles your way when it goes perfectly. It was the first time doing it infront of a crowd and you’d only practiced for a little bit this morning, so there were still some nerves about the live show but it was going great. The crowd sang every word with Reneé as she interacted with her fans. When the song came to an end, Reneé talked to the crowd again. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” The crowd went wild again, you weren’t entirely used to people just screaming back at every single sentence but it was amazing to see how much passion these people had for Reneé. “This show is going to be a little bit different, due to some technical difficulties. But don’t worry, that only means we have a live backup vocalist today. Give it up for y/n on the guitar!” This time the crowd was cheering purely for you, and it felt even more surreal. You wave at the crowd and speak into the microphone. “Also give it up for Reneé, changing everything at the last second isn’t easy.” The sound of clapping, cheering and whistling fills the room.
You continue to play Moon and Everything to Everyone, and everything goes great. However as you start playing the first verse of Too Well, you realize that your mic isn’t working. You signal to the crew to the side, hoping for it to not cost too much distraction, while you keep playing the guitar. A crew member walks up and takes your mic since he can’t fix it on the spot. Reneé looks over and notices what’s happening, knowing that this is the song that has the most backup vocals. She moves your way, while continuing to sing the lyrics. 
It's easier holdin' a grudge
I'd rather be angry than crushed
You missed your first two cues of the song, but Reneé is now standing by your side. You communicate with your eyes only, not interrupting the song. She sings her next line.
I'm doin' too much
And holds the mic up to you to sing your part.
I do too much
You sing the rest of the song like that until your mic gets replaced. And the rest of the set goes on without a hitch. That evening when you’re all back in the tour bus, Alyah wants to show something on her phone to you and Reneé. You sit down together and Alyah plays the TikTok’s that she saw from the show tonight. It’s the moment you and Reneé were singing together during Too Well. “They absolutely loved it. It’s all over my fyp.” She shares. Reneé looks at the phone smiling, an idea is already forming in her head. “Y/n, how would you feel about singing with me on the front of the stage during that song for the next few shows? The crowd clearly loved it, and I thought it was a lot of fun too.” You smile with her, “Yeah, it was really fun. Let's do it!”
Luckily the next day at rehearsals the backing track works just fine, it was probably just the last venue that couldn’t handle it or something. Still for Too Well you decide to cut the backing track and as you play the first note of the song, you move toward Reneé at the front of the stage. The crowd goes crazy, as if they know exactly what is about to happen. You walk up to Reneé and sing the backup vocals in the mic with her. Performing at the front of the stage was a completely different experience, but it was so much fun entertaining the crowd with Reneé. Again the videos were all over TikTok only motivating you to continue, which you did. Every show you got more and more comfortable with each other, which made it easier to sing so close together. Getting to know her better and being so close together made you realize just how much you actually liked her. 
Another show goes by and you’re near the end of the song. You were standing next to Reneé, strumming your guitar, as she moves towards you and puts her arm around your shoulder while she sings.
Can't stop reminiscin'
I heard you're happy somewhere elseAnd you join in on the next line.
But I don't forget too well
For the outro the band stops playing and it’s just you playing the guitar. Reneé lays her head on your shoulder and she sings the last lines.
I get so sick of myself
Can't stop overthinkin'
I heard you're happy somewhere else
But I don't forget too well
Reneé kisses your cheek and says “Thanks babe.” Before she continues the show. With red cheeks you walk back to your spot on the stage. Sure Reneé had a habit of calling people babe, you knew that, still it felt flirty with the kiss. You decided to set it aside for now and focus on playing the right cords. 
When the last song on the setlist has been played, Reneé asks the band to come forward like every night and bow with her. Something about everyone getting the recognition and applause that they deserve was so dear to her from her musical career, that she wanted to continue that at her concerts. You all take the hand of the person next to you and bow together, when everyone lets go of their hands, Reneé keeps holding yours. You walk off stage together and she walks you over to her dressing room. Once inside she turns to you, “Okay, so I don’t want to make anything weird between us, so please tell me if I am crossing a line here, but I really want to kiss you.” She looks at your face for a reaction, making sure to not do anything you’re not comfortable with. “You’re good, I want to kiss you too.” Reneé wastes no time and pulls you in for a kiss.
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justmeinadaze · 9 months
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Ghost In The Machine (Eddie X You)
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A/N: I wrote this a few days ago because I need it more than anything rn.
Title is based off of SZA's song "Ghost In The Machine".
"I give a fuck, I just wanna fuck, eat, sleep, love, happy Can you make me happy? Can you keep me happy?
Can you distract me from all the disaster? Can you touch on me and not call me after? Can you hate on me and mask it with laughter? Can you lead me to the ark? What's the password?
I need humanity You're like humanity"
They do text near the end. Eddie's texts will be in red.
Warnings: Daddy Dom Eddie X Stripper Sub (slight bratty) Fem Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, dry humping, phone smut, slight degrading if you squint, choking), Eddie is kinda mean at first, traumas are alluded to but not expanded on (Child abuse; bad past relationships), light FLUFF with my usual dash of the ANGST.
Word Count: 4060
Being asked to perform at parties like this wasn’t new for you and the other girls. Having the manager of a famous band reach out to your company for some “entertainment” wasn’t odd either. What was odd was that you were told Corroded Coffin had four band members and right now you were looking at three. They seemed content with the girls they had grinding and kissing on their lap so you decided to take a look around the mansion style home you guys had been called to. 
It was extremely beautiful with a bunch of rooms displaying different things. Your fingers grazed the wall at the bottom of the bands framed platinum and gold albums. Turning into what you assumed was a game room, you found a billiards table and a PlayStation with a mini bar in the corner. Around the area, shelfs prominently showed off the band’s awards and accolades with MANY pictures of them in different places. 
As you walked further down the hall, you passed an open-door smelling smoke and hearing light strumming of a guitar. Pausing, you took a couple of steps back to peer into the room, finding that missing fourth member.
He had headphones on over his long, wavy hair as a half-finished cigarette dangled from his lips. His eyes were closed as his fingers ran across the instruments strings as it leaned against his bare chest. His jeaned leg and barefoot tapped to a beat as he listened to his music. 
“Jesus Christ!”, he exclaimed as his eyes shot open feeling a change in the atmosphere. “What the fuck are you doing over here?! You girls are supposed to stay in the goddamn living room.”
“Hey there’s no reason to be rude! Your friends were preoccupied with the other ladies so I thought I’d look around.”
“Uh huh. To steal shit?”
“No! To look. I got bored, ok?!”
“Hm. A hooker who’s bored. That’s something I haven’t heard before.” His tone is dripping with mocking as he rises to his feet. 
“That’s no reason for you to be a fucking asshole!”
“You watch your mouth when you talk to me, little girl. I can make sure you and your ‘company’ never get another job again.”
“Oh, Mr. Tough Rockstar is oh no scary. Fuck you. I’ve handled way worse clients than the number 5 band on the billboard charts.”
The man’s held tilted to the side as he finally drank you in. You were visually different than what he expected when his friends had suggested reaching out to an agency to have some women come over to celebrate with since they were nominated for another Grammy. Eddie didn’t care about that kind of thing; he just wanted to play music. When he heard the car pull up, he immediately disappeared to his room to practice and write some new songs. Not that he wasn’t interested in “entertaining a woman”. This metalhead liked a challenge and he enjoyed even more a strong woman that wouldn’t just cater to his every whim. He didn’t want a woman who would get down on her knees no questions asked. Eddie wanted one who would tell him to fuck off but then after a few consensual activities would be dripping and begging for his cock.
Women were offered to him and his friends constantly. He wanted something he had to earn so that way when she finally submitted, it was all the more sweet.
“What’s your name?”, he asked in a much softer tone.
“Y/N. You?”
“Are you asking to be polite or do you genuinely not know who the guitarist of the band who is number five on the billboard charts?”
“Do you always make things this complicated?”
“Yes.” When he grins at you, you can’t help but smile back.
“Some of the other ladies find catering to a man’s ego really gets them going. I find it’s better to ask them questions, Mr. Munson, especially since most of our clients think we don’t care about them.”
“Do you? Care I mean.”
“Sometimes.”, you shrug. 
“You’re honest. I like that.”
“I don’t really see the point in lying if I’m probably never going to see you again.”
“Do you WANT to see me again?”
This time it was your turn to tilt your head. He said that with a lot of the sass he had been giving you since he saw you but something else was behind his eyes when he spoke, something lonely. Your palm reached out confidently, landing on the bulge in his jeans. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice his size. The part of him that was against your hand wasn’t even all of him and you gulped as you tried to regain your confident composure. 
“Do you want me to help you feel better now, Mr. Munson?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”, the guitarist mused as he stepped forward, placing his own palm against the wall behind you and trapping you against it. “I hate when my questions go unanswered.”
“You-you must be used to disappointment then.”
His nose grazed yours, grinning a big tooth filled smile before his eyes flicked down to your hand on his cock.
“You must be to, Y/N.” Slowly, his fingers trace down your arm and take hold of your wrist as he holds it still. “Be honest. Have you ever felt a dick as big as mine?” 
You licked your lips as his hips began grinding against your palm, trying to push down the moan that wanted to escape. 
 “Ooo someone’s confident.”, you jest. Something in his look changes as the hand on the wall behind you slides down to your throat. In most situations with your other clients this would be a time to panic but he wasn’t gripping you violently. When his fingers firmly pressed into your skin, your brain felt fuzzy as your pussy clenched around nothing. 
“I’d say I’ve earned the right to be confident. Now, Y/N, this your one warning. Answer the questions I ask you. Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes Mr. Munson. I understand. N-no. I’ve never felt a dick like yours.”
He smirked as he pressed your palm harder against him. “Good girl.” Your let out a sigh when he released his hold on your neck to push some of your hair behind your ear. “You really are beautiful, Y/N. Fuck and your hand feels so good. I can only imagine how the rest of you feels.”
“You don’t have to imagine. You can have me if you want me.”
Eddie’s smirk grows as he bites his bottom lip. “Honestly, sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anything more but…that’s not how I play. I don’t want you to fuck me because you’re paid to.” He leans in till his lips are right by your ear. “I want you to fuck me because you want to…need me to.” You hear his breathing stutter as he moves his hips faster, his grip on your wrist tightening. “Beg me to.”
“Oh fuck…”, you whimpered at his words. His movements become choppy and grunts before you feel dampness on his jeans. 
He leans back placing his forehead on yours as he licks his lips and softly smiles. “See, what would usually happen now is I’d make you cum to. I bet that pussy is just aching to be touched but see…you’re getting to paid to make us feel good…not the other way around.”
You’re honestly too stunned to say anything or fight back with your typical brand of sass. Right now, all you can think of his him and how bad you need something from him; anything. 
“Can…can I kiss you?”
When he nods, you waste no time connecting your lips to his. You immediately taste the nicotine but that undertone of him has you dizzy. All too quickly, it’s over as he pulls away. He doesn’t just move his head but his whole body as he backs towards his bed, yanking off his now stained jeans and boxers.
“How long are you ladies here for?”, he asks nonchalantly as he sits on the bed and picks up his guitar again. 
“Huh? Oh, um, 2 AM I think.”
He glances at his phone before handing it to you. “Time’s almost up. Put your number in there for me.”
Eddie said it like a command and your instinct was to say something snarky but as you looked down at him strumming his instrument without looking at you, you realized there was more to this man than meets the eye. Most men who begged for your number always watched you intently to make sure you actually did it, you assumed. Of course, you gave them a fake number or the number to the agency you worked for but with this man here his head remained lowered. It was almost like he was afraid you wouldn’t…like he really hoped you would and would be hurt if he watched you decline, giving the phone back. 
There was something about Eddie that you wanted to know more about. He wasn’t like everyone else you had been around. For some reason, you felt like you could trust him. 
After inputting your real number, you placed his device back on his nightstand and sat beside him. “We still have 45 minutes. Can I ask what you’re working on?”
His eyes shoot over to you as he cautiously scans your soft smiling face. “We’re working on this new album and Jeff has this song he wrote but I can’t find the right sound. I was just messing around and recording them to see if it sparked something.”
“May I hear what you have so far?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
He reached over, grabbing an extra set of headphones and placed them over you head. You grinned as different guitar riffs and melodies began to play. 
“This is all you?” Eddie nods. “Wow. Mr. Munson, you are definitely talented.”
When he pauses the recording and you slide the headphones around your neck. “You can call me Eddie if you’d like.”
“Okay, Eddie.” After putting the headphones over your ears again, he pressed play and you both leaned back in his bed. 
He couldn’t help but be a little shocked that you didn’t try to touch him again. Anywhere he or his band went, people tried to touch his body whether it was meet and greets, walking through the street, or even on stage when overzealous fans would jump on and run at them. Any girl that was lucky enough to be in his bed would insist on touching him until she left as if she knew this would be the last time she saw him. That’s another reason he struggled to maintain any kind of relationship. Besides the crazy rockstar life, he never was keen on being constantly touched. 
He got enough of that with his career and when he was growing up when his dad would knock him around. With his last relationship, they fought constantly because there were times he would come home from a long day and just wanted a moment to decompress alone. He knew she meant well but even after nicely asking her to give him a moment she would still try and wrap her arms around him or try and kiss parts of his body.
What he didn’t know yet was that you understood that feeling all too well. Being in your line of work, men seemed to believe you didn’t even have a line they shouldn’t cross, always touching some part of your body until their time was up. When you were just a stripper at the company you worked for, men were the same but at least you had a bouncer to quickly pulled them back. When times got hard and you told your boss you were willing to sign up for the “side hustle”, it was just you and the girls. 
No one had ever gotten too physical like that but after your client came you just wanted them to roll over and crash or just leave you there till the timer was up. Personally, you chose to stay away from relationships knowing most men wouldn’t like your line of business. Men constantly offered to “save you” but you knew it was all talk. They didn’t really care about you. 
When you moved to the city, you promised you were only going to look out for yourself. You took care of you and had for a long time. The last time you relinquished control like that, you got burned and ran all the way to a new state. 
A small hand tapped your knee and you jumped before realizing it was one of the other girls letting you know time was up. 
“Ok, I’ll be right there.” You turn to Eddie and hand him his headphones. “I really like what you have so far. That last one was beautiful.”
“Thank you. Here, um, let me grab my sweatpants and I can walk you out.”
“Oh, Eddie, no. You don’t have to do that. It’s super late and in your gated front yard I don’t think anyone is going to jump us.”, you giggle. 
“Ok…I’m going to put on pants anyway though because I want to hug you if that’s alright.” Without waiting for an answer, he finds a pair on the floor and pulls them up just below his hips. 
“Do arms not work without sweats?”
“They do but I don’t want to be disrespectful by rubbing my dick on you and making you uncomfortable.”
“Didn’t I just…”
“You made that move, sweetheart. You put your hand on me.”, he grins as he places his body in front of yours. “May I hug you?”
When you nod, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest as your own limbs cling to his upper torso. This was a new feeling for you. It had been so long since you felt safe in someone’s arms. His hand petted your hair as he kissed the top of your head. 
“I’ll talk to you later to make sure you’re alright.”
***
You sighed as you entered your front door, putting away your things, and throwing yourself on your bed as you closed your eyes. A sudden ding on your phone made your eyebrows scrunch as you blindly searched for it on your bed. Swiping it open, you noticed it was from an unknown number but as you read the message, a smile slowly formed on your face. 
“Hey, sweetheart. Just checking in to make sure you got home alright.”
“Are you stalking me, Mr. Munson? Lol. I literally just walked in the door.”
Tossing your phone back on the bed, you figure it will most likely take him awhile to respond but as you go to your closet to change you hear that familiar ding.
“Yup. You caught me. I followed you home.”
“Shit. I just realized that’s probably not a joke I should be making in your line of work.”
“I was just thinking about you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Lol Eddie! If I thought you were like that I wouldn’t have given you my number : ) “
“I’m alright though. Thank you for checking up on me.”
“Of course. I’ll leave you alone now so you can sleep.”
“I actually wasn’t going to go to sleep just yet.” 
You paused for a moment debating on if you should tell him what you were going to do before bed. You were hoping if you did maybe he would talk to you like he did in his bedroom. Hearing him murmur his words and what he said got you wetter than anything else. You could still feel your slick sticking to your legs after you changed your clothes. Hell, it couldn’t hurt, right?
“I just got back from spending some time with this long haired rockstar with a huge cock who got me all hot and bothered so I was going to relieve some of this pressure here.”
You watched the dots on his end appear and disappear. The longer it took him the more nervous you got. Had you crossed a line?
“Don’t talk like that. Be upfront and honest. Talk to me like a big girl. What were you going to do before bed, Y/N?”
You could almost feel his stern eyes through the screen as you rubbed your thighs together. 
“I was going to touch myself and think of you.”
His name suddenly popped up on your phone and you didn’t hesitate to answer the call. 
“Hey Eddie.”
“Are you still wearing what you had on here?”
“No. I’m naked now.”
“Liar.”
“Eddie, I’m not—”
“Call me back when you’re ready to be a good girl.”
Your jaw dropped as he hung up and you huffed as you called him backed. “How dare you—”
“I don’t play games like that, little girl, and I hate liars. I figured since I got you all riled up and you are no longer on the clock maybe I could help you out. I also thought it would be fucking sexy to hear what you sound like when you cum. But if you want to cop an attitude with me, I can treat you how bratty little girls deserve to be treated. Now…what are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing an oversized t-shirt with my panties from earlier.”
He could hear your pout through the phone and it was making him hard all over again. 
“Good. Good girl. Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?”
“I don’t know. I just… I always have to be SEXY; you know? God forbid I show any humanity.”
“Not with me, princess. I imagine you look just as sexy now as you did looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes against my bedroom wall."
“Thank you, Mr. Munson.”
“Of course. Now tell me, baby. You said you were going to touch yourself and think of me. What about me?”
“I was thinking about the way your lips tasted when you kissed me…so good.”
“The cigarette taste didn’t bother you?”, he chuckled making you smile as one of your hands roamed up your shirt to touch your breast. 
“No. Not at all.”, you giggle back, biting your bottom lip. 
“That’s good. I’ve had some complaints.” You can hear him smile and your fingers run along your nipple as your exhale heavily. “What are you doing over there, honey?”
“I’m playing with my tits.”
“Mmm. You did have some perfect tits. Well, from what I saw under that tight ass tank top.”
That makes you genuinely laugh and his smile grows at the sound. “What else were you going to think about?”
Your hand slides under the waistband of your panties as your finger slides through your dripping folds. 
“I was going to think about your thick cock against my palm and the way you rubbed against it.”
“Yeah? You’re going to imagine me doing that right now between those gorgeous legs? Grinding my dick against your pretty little pussy.”
“F-fuck, Eddie.” Your eyes rolled back as two of your fingers breached your entrance. “Please…keep talking to me…like that.”
“You like the way I talk to you? Was that something else you were going to think about? Picturing me whispering in your ear like I did when you were here?”
You didn’t know but he was leading you somewhere. There was one thing he wanted, needed to hear you say on your own. As soon as he heard it, he was yours and he would do anything to make you his. 
“Yes, I liked hearing you say the things you said.”
Eddie could hear you touching yourself and your little moans were driving him crazy as he quickly pulled down his pants. 
“Princess, is it ok if I touch myself to?”
“Yeah, baby. Of course. A-are you—mmm—still a bit sensitive?” The sound of him spitting in his hand had you clench tightly as you whimpered. 
“Ah, no, baby girl. But with those sexy fucking whimpers and groans I’m not going to last long.”, he chuckled. “How many fingers are you using?” You barely heard him as you thumb began messaging your clit. “I asked you something, sweetheart. What did I say when you were here?”
“If-if—mmm—you ask…me…something I-I answer.”
“Good girl. Tell me how many fingers you’re using.”
“Fuck…two. Two, Daddy.”
Eddie practically growled with pleasure at the word that he had been praying would fall from your lips. 
“Jesus, yes. Good fucking girl. I want you to use three. You…you have to prepare that pretty pussy for… Daddy’s big cock.”
As soon as you did as he asked, the English language completely escaped your mind. 
“I…your…oh my…” He grunted in your ear reminding you of when he was pressed against you sending you toppling over the edge as you came hard. The sound was almost too much for him as he pictured your cunt spasming around him as you moaned his name just as you had. For the second time that night you made him cum as his spend shot out and hit his stomach. 
“Are you ok?”, you mumbled, drunk off your orgasm.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’m alright. Are you?”
“I’ve never called anyone Daddy before.” You had no idea why you were being so honest with him. That wasn’t necessarily something he needed to know but for some reason you thought maybe the knowledge of that would make him feel special. You wanted him to feel good. 
“What made you say it now?”
You scoot your body further into your bed as you curl up into your sheets.
“I feel safe with you. I know that sounds so weird. We barely even know each other but I do…”
You listened to the soothing sound of his breath into the phone as he absorbed what you were saying. 
“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier. I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes.”
“I can handle the asshole.” You smile when you hear him softly laugh. 
“On Friday, we’re going to be spending some time at the recording studio. Do you want come by and listen to us play?”
“I would love to but I have to work Friday night.”
“How about you come by in the afternoon and then go to work? Are you…um…”
“No, side business Friday. I’ll just be dancing.”
“Ok, cool. Maybe when we’re done, I can meet up with you after.”
“Eddie…I like you a lot but are you sure you want to do this? I strip and I have sex for money. I’m not proud of it but I’m not ashamed of it either. I’m doing what I have to do right now.”
He was silent for a moment as he thought about what you were saying. 
“Y/N, I’m not perfect. I’ve been arrested, gotten into fights with paparazzi, and like I said I can be a bit of an asshole. I like you a lot to but I understand that this is all new. You and I lead interesting lives. I’m not…going to harp on you and I’m not going to, I don’t know, offer to fucking save you or whatever other douchebags say.” You laugh making him smile. “But I would like to take care of you…physically, mentally, emotionally…financially.”
“I don’t know how to give up control like that.”
The way you say that makes him want to scoop you up in his arms and cradle you into his chest. 
“Do you work tomorrow?”
“No, not tomorrow.”
“Can I come over so we can talk? We’re doing this stupid photoshoot thing but I can come over after and bring some food. Of course, only if you’re comfortable. That’s all that really matters to me, baby girl. I want you to be comfortable.”
You don’t know why but you believed him when he said it. What was it about this man that had you breaking all your normal rules?  Not just rules with the business but in your life. You had been on your own for so long that you didn’t need nor want to become involved with someone. However, it would be nice to have someone take care of you for once…
“Okay, Daddy”
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littlemoon-beam · 3 months
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Early morning makeouts after coffee with Dewther? :)
This just went off on its own but I hope it's ok.
Boys being soft and domestic
It happens so rarely that Aether almost thinks he might still be sleeping. Dew's still sound asleep beside him, his hair falling just enough to slightly curtain his face.
Aether takes a moment to watch him, the soft morning sun just starting to stream through the curtains, its gentle rays playfully kissing over Dew's cheeks and across his long lashes.
The light catches the ring on his finger, the one Aether had slipped in place last night when Dew was back where he belonged, in his arms. He glances at his hand, the matching silver band that Dew had dropped a few times, shaking and tear blind as he promised himself to Aether.
His finger tips want to kiss across his lips, over the light dusting of freckles along his cheeks and shoulders but he doesn't dare. The fact that he's still sleeping proves just how badly he needs the rest and Aether can keep his hungry fingers busy until Dew wakes on his own.
He's careful when he slips from the blanket, missing Dew's warmth immediately, feeling that unsettling cold pressing against his skin, pausing to remind himself that Dew was there, he was right there.
He shrugs on his discarded t-shirt shed in the haste to feel Dew pressed against him, he's not even remotely surprised to find a tear in the fabric. Aether shakes his head and smiles to himself, his fingers dipping into the little rip, a physical reminder that Dewdrop had needed him just as badly.
He glances at his sleeping mate one more time before leaving the room as quietly as he can manage, padding down the hall to the kitchen.
He makes coffee, an easy task that keeps his hands busy. He smiles everytime he sees the ring on his finger, when it clicks against the mugs when he grabs them. There is a sense of forever in the domestic simplicity. The idea that he'd get to do this, make Dews coffee because he knows exactly how he takes it forever, makes his chest warm.
Mountain wanders in just as Aether finishes pouring the coffee, pants slung low on his hips, hair tied back but falling loose. He wraps his arms around Aether's middle, hooking his chin over his shoulder.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
"Mornin'."
"Coffee?"
He shakes his head, nuzzling close to Aether's neck, nosing over the sensitive spot where Dew had sunk his teeth.
"No. Gettin' some water and headin' back to bed."
Aether settles his hands on Mountain's arms where they are still wrapped around him. He feels when he notices, a little flinch of recognition as he snatches Aether's hand and holds it up.
He feels the giant smile against his neck before he pulls his hand up to kiss the ring.
"Congratulations. You've made an honest woman out of Dewdrop."
Aether snorts a laugh and nudges Mountain in the ribs with his elbow. They leave the kitchen together, arms bumping as they make it back up the stairs. Mountain waves after a sleepy "love you" and shuffles off, feet dragging him back to his bedroom to hibernate a bit longer after tour.
He's quiet when he enters, shaking his head at the little gremlin that had snatched his pillow and shoved it under his chest.
"You abandoned me." His voice is still rough from sleep, small but heated in a way that drips down Aether's spine like embers.
"I come bearing caffeine."
He cracks one of his eyes open, molten honey peeking out from his hair. "I'll consider forgiving you."
"Only consider?"
He watches Dew slowly push himself up to sit, the blanket pooling against his hips, chest bare, painted in the marks Aether had left with fingers and teeth, bruises sucked along almost every inch of him. A beautiful pallet of purples and blue-black.
Dew reaches for his mug and Aether watches his eyes land on his hand, a little smile pulling just at the corner of his mouth. Aether thinks his heart might just break through the bones of the cage that holds it, might rip from his body just to beat inside Dews chest.
He climbs back into the bed, pulling Dew under his arm so he can lean against his broad chest. His fingers stroke along his arm, smiling when he feels the chill bumps, he can read it like braille, knowing exactly where to touch next. Dew sips at his coffee, humming quietly and snuggling closer.
"S'nice. Missed this..." He rests his hand on Aether's chest, fingers curling in the hair there.
Aether hums his agreement against his hair, breathing in his warmth, the scent of him that smells like home.
Dew shifts to set his mug on his side table after a while, quickly turning and tossing his leg across Aether's lap, settling on top of him. He plucks Aether's mug from his hand and puts it to the side, Aether's hands coming to settle on Dew's narrow hips.
"Coffee's gonna get cold." Not that he cares, not when there is a forevers worth of coffee's waiting.
Dew smiles, leaning down to kiss him. It's slow, a soft sweet press, unhurried but so full of promise.
"Tastes better like this." Dew licks across his lips and Aether meets him there.
It never fails to make his head spin, the way Dew kisses like he's trying to pull the air from Aether's lungs so it fills his own, how he kisses like he's starving for it, needy little sounds that Aether greedily swallows, how he can't quite stay still on top of him and Aether knows well enough he could get him to break from just this alone.
It's a tempting thought but the slow build is almost better, Dew soft in ways he rarely allows himself to be. At home in the arms he'd missed so much, breathing him in instead of the stale air of the bus and hotel rooms that never felt quite right.
His big hands slide up from his hips to his jaw, holding him in place while he kisses him, soul deep and gently claiming. The air is heavy between them but perfect in its haze. Dew pulls back to suck in a breath and Aether drinks in the wrecked apperance of him, lips puffy and pupils blown.
He'd always loved how drunk Dew got off the taste of his tongue and simple teasing little touches. How responsive he was for him.
Dew moves back in, the seconds away from Aether's lips too much when the distance has spanned for so long.
Aether let's him melt against him, arms around the shape of him, hands pressed to the curve of his spine, slowing Dews need, calming his fire, taming it down to a slow smolder.
"Aeth..."
He swallows the taste of his name and cups the back of Dew's head, smiling against his mouth.
"I'm here. Right here."
He moves to kiss the mark he'd left on Aether's neck, all but making out with the shape of his teeth dented into his skin.
"I get to keep you." He nuzzles in close, resting against Aether after a while, the fire in his blood cooling from the sleep still clinging to him. "We really get forever."
Aether smiles at the sweetness of that statement, the almost disbelief in his tone.
He takes his hand, rings pressed together. "Yeah Dewdrop. We get forever."
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xythlia · 4 months
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› HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SICKO HUSBAND ALSO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER <3
› satoru x stepdaughter!reader [reader is like early twenties bc it was easier to write with my own age in mind idk]
› word count : 2k+
warnings : dark content stepcest, voyeurism, male masturbation, possessiveness, inherent power imbalance, peeping, showerhead masturbation, yandere ish, he's just a mega perv if I missed anything lmk!
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Truth be told Satoru never thought he'd be the marrying type, if it were solely his decision he probably wouldn't have but with the external pressure to marry and produce a child he ultimately chose the path of least resistance.
A readymade family so to speak, a cheeky loophole to those unrelenting demands he'd heard since he was in his late teens. Not that he didn't care for his newfound family, he did of course. The solid golden band around his ring finger, tangible proof of his commitment. A smart, lovely, accomplished spouse with a daughter already on her way to becoming equally accomplished, if not more so.
He'd only been introduced to you a few months before the wedding date, he didn't push you for any earlier interaction because your mother had already warned him you were surly about the whole thing, distrustful of him as a would be father figure. And yes, it was a slow road to minimal acceptance but you'd made progress in the time after the wedding. For instance you no longer glare and pointedly ignore his presence in the house.
A win is a win, after all.
But as time has gone by Satoru found himself plagued by thoughts, not of his wife, but of his adorably aloof step daughter. He couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you were, strikingly similar to your mother but with the dewiness of youth making you all the more enticing.
Maybe getting married wasn't such a bad thing.
At the same time it's become tortuous living in the same home together. Its a test of resolve, the way he can't help but stare at the way your sleep shorts have ridden up your ass when you blearily pad around the kitchen in the morning, grumbling about coffee. The way you routinely wear no bra in the comfort of the home without a second thought, although his every thought focuses around how it would feel to palm at your breasts, squeeze them and hear you whine in his hold.
All this early morning rumination comes to halt when he hears the gentle splashing sound of the shower from across the hall, pausing his endless train of thought as his cock throbs.
You're in the shower.
He can picture it: the way the water beads on your skin like rhinestones, the smell of shampoo and conditioner filling the room with the distinct scent of you, and the way soap would foam almost obscenely against the planes of your body.
If someone had the ability to print perfect snapshots of his thoughts they'd rival even the raunchiest porn publications in existence and his hand flexes against the satin sheets, fisting them in an iron grip as his cock throbs. His imagination isn't enough, the train of thought is veering into insatiable territory but it makes his pulse pound through his entire body. Lust and adrenaline mingling into a dangerous shot that he's already swallowed whole.
He has to see you for himself.
As he flings back the sheets and pads towards the bedroom door the tiniest sliver of guilt pierces the haze of desire wrapped around his brain like saran wrap. Of course he shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't even be considering it. He's your stepfather and you're his stepdaughter, struggling to adjust to the upheaval of your life and finding your place in the brutal world you inhabit parallel to the normal one. Fuck, h should be helping, not daydreaming about-
His eyes catch you in the mirror first, back turned to him as you fiddle with a bottle of body wash. Satoru has to stop himself from gasping not just at the sight of you but at the flood of rapid fire thoughts that speed through his head.
Do you touch yourself? Surely you must, a woman in her early twenties is hardly unaware of self pleasure but do you finger yourself or are you partial to toys? Have you fucked someone? It wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility, and he's seen you get dressed up for dates here and there before but it makes his blood rush thinking about some faceless nameless man getting to look at you naked, kiss that pretty pussy he's dreamt of, or god forbid be inside you.
The perfumed steam wafting from the cracked bathroom door makes his eyes flutter shut, hands flipping the waistband of his boxers down just enough to slip his aching cock out. He hisses as it springs free, lightly smacking against his abdomen. The pressure of his hand is only a bare, fleeting sense of relief considering he'd much rather see you soaking wet and on your knees in front of him, have your hands wrapped around him.
Spitting into the palm of his hand he wishes it was your mouth mapping the veins of his cock instead as he strokes himself, spreading saliva along the thick length of his shaft and his thumb swipes against his overly sensitive head feeling the warm precum leaking from his slit and it feels like he's made of hardened sugar that's now dissolving in the warm steam of the shower.
The pleasure is heightened both by the fact that this is beyond perverse and by the sick way his eyes can't move away from your reflection. The water rinsing down your body should be his fingers trailing burning paths over you, teasing adorable little noises from your lips and making you beg for him. The way your breasts look soaking wet is enough to make him nearly forget himself as his strokes become more frantic, panting in harsh, heaving breaths as his muscles scream to shove open the door and push you against the slick tile wall.
He can practically hear it, the yelp of surprise that he'd shush from you and the way you'd moan helplessly as his fingers swiped through your folds, tactile admiration of your pussy before stuffing you full of himself. It wouldn't be kind or romantic, not with the way you make him feel like a rotten dog, all starving neediness and if he sunk his teeth into you it's doubtful he'd ever be able to let go.
His breathing becomes so labored it's like a stone is pressing against his chest as he lets himself run wild, cerulean eyes blown wide but unseeing as the mental images over take him like a small vessel helpless against raging waves.
How would your hand look wrapped around his throbbing cock? Would you struggle at all, would it be new for you? Those impossibly wide, ravenous eyes are all devouring as he watches you run hands down your body. It's the sheer thrill of this entirely forbidden sight that has him nearly doubled over now, jaw clenched so hard surely his teeth would shatter if he were an ordinary man. His hand pumps his cock faster now, grip tightening as he swipes over his sensitive, weeping head and god would heaven be more than just a word if he could feel you around him. Would your eyes get that glassy, cockdrunk look and would drool slip shamelessly from the corners of your mouth as he fucks you senseless? What he wouldn't give to slap your cheek with his flushed cock, turn you into nothing but a taboo slut.
As you grab for the showerhead it nearly stops him dead.
As if you knew what kind of questions your unwelcome observer was asking.
So you do enjoy self pleasure. Seeing you adjust the jet of water and angle it just right makes his nerves feel like someone spiked fishhooks through them and yanked them impossibly taut. If only that jet of water was his tongue, lapping at your wetness and nudging your clit with his nose while your fingers tug on his alabaster hair. He'd have you on your back before you could blink, thighs squeezing his head and toes curling mid air from how thoroughly he'd work your pussy over. Fuck if only he could taste you-
The coil in his stomach snaps and he can't help the bone deep moans that escape his lips, thigh muscles trembling from the effort of keeping him upright as his balls throb and thick cum spurts in his hand. As he pants his ears ring, every sound as if it's coming through a cardboard tube pressed to his ears.
You'd look so beautiful with his cum splashed across your chest, your face.
Its not until Satoru feels goosebumps rise across the back of his neck that he remembers himself, remembers exactly what he's doing. Glancing up his eyes catch yours in the reflection.
Its damning, but he can't help being defiant against it. Grinning back at you, seeing your eyes wide with shock and your hand frozen poised above you as you were slotting the showerhead back in its holder. His heart hammers so hard against his ribcage it feels like surely it would break loose, splatter across the floor. Its a defining moment, will you scream threats at him or will you cower away?
You say nothing, do nothing but simply turn back around. Your slightly hunched shoulders glistening with moisture tell him enough, you feel exposed and vulnerable but lack the conviction to stand against the feeling. It shouldn't make him feel so elated but now he's got confirmation: you're weak in positions like this.
Would you be just as weak flat on your back?
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Atsumu Miya x reader
Match point (Summary: Seven years ago you moved to the Hyōgo prefecture, met two demon twins, and regretted every decision you made since. Osamu and Atsumu aren’t going away no matter how much you beg. Maybe, giving in and being their manager will finally shut them up….)
so... what do you say(After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar?)
Don't Miss Me (you, not big on relationships? who would’ve thought, besides everyone who’s ever met you. for years, your friends have always seen how commitment-phobic you are, and it’s bled into every relationship you’ve had. and once you meet college volleyball player, atsumu miya, it becomes very hard to stick to these morals. especially when all the two of you do is sarcastically flirt. however, just maybe, he’ll get through to you and become your shooting sta)
How to fall in love (summary : maybe trying to get your crush, Miya Osamu, who you’ve been crushing on ever since first year to fall in love with you wasn’t exactly the smartest plan… especially if Miya Atsumu was behind it all.)
all i want for christmas (Rumi Miya has only ever wanted one thing for as long as she could remember. A Mother. Being the child of Atsumu Miya has made her dream nearly impossible with all the fake women trying to snatch her papa up)
osamu miya x reader
plug walk (in honor of your friends birthday your friends and you all decided to get high. buying the drugs from no other than osamu miya. the most attractive dealer you’ve ever laid eyes on.)
were good(are we)(Osamu is getting married, and he’s fine with it, until he isn’t, and the first thing he does when leaving the venue is hiding and getting drunk. Naturally, nothing good can come out of this.)
Ukai X reader
Coincidence? Let’s Hope It Is (The way it all started was by stealing a bunch of tomatoes, everything down spiraled from there.)
Suna Rintarō x reader
when world colide Synopsis: In which, Sakusa Kiyoomi’s sister, Y/n accidentally hits her childhood friend’s teammate with a softball when their batter missed her pitch. Will this miss lead to something more? or will just end with goodbyes?
Interact (Suna Rintarou, number #10 middle blocker on Inarizaki’s volleyball team, finds a semi-popular tiktok account, and is immediately attracted to the girl. But what he isn’t aware of, is how that girl goes to his school and he could’ve passed her atleast once in the halls.)
You’re everything (Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game)
Still(an awkward dinner brings y/n and her high school ex, suna rintarou, back together as friends. just friends, right?)
meet me in the hallway summary: oikawa tooru was a member of one of the most known boy-bands in all japan, ‘seijoh club’. but then, he wasn’t part of it anymore. why? no one knew one thing is for sure though, when suna rintaro and (l/n) (y/n) were looking for a lead singer for their band, they never thought the oikawa tooru would be interested in joining them.
club stupid SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.
swipe left summary: where suna and y/n both coincidentally at the same time makes a bet. both of which relates to them having a date, where’s a better place to find that someone than a dating app online?
instant boyfriend summary: Y/N has always been known for being shameless, single, and eccentric. when her friend, oikawa, discovers an app for finding a boyfriend, it seemed as if all her problems vanished—but here's the gist; her boyfriend is a robot? yet human at the same time? kinda?
INDIRECTS summary : in which you & suna rintarō are table partners, now turned best friends, who are desperate for something more between each other & are cluelessly making indirect posts about each other without even knowing.
harts cut (when Karasuno and Inarizaki hospitals are forced to merge, Karasuno’s fifth year residents are the least happy for it to happen. If it was only the merger though, you thought)
match maker (Y/N L/N an overworked chief secretary who has no time for relationships or anything of the sort nowadays. But, when she’s met with her best friend downloading an app for just the thing she doesn't have time for. She grieves, matchmaking was already a scam, what’s the point of finding love anyways?)
love is not for everyone (after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?)
reconecting (you meet tons of people during your lifetime, most will come and go, but one person seemed to make an impact—only to leave your life out of the blue. but you believed that if they aren’t dead yet, you’ll always meet them again. no matter the circumstances.)
Lovers rock(When a guy asks for your number, you sternly insist on a condition that leads to unexpected love.)
I wanna be yours(Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.)
Affairs in Managing (Inarizaki is in need of a manager and luckily, someone rose up to the challenge. It is said that they are unpredictable, but there’s something unexpected that happens.)
AS IF (what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way)
Kenma x reader
Love is hard for a gamer(When a rumor spreads saying that Kozume Kenma rejected a girl, all of his friends start marking fun of him; implying that he will never have a girlfriend if he keeps playing games. To prove his friends wrong, Kozume and y/n —the manager of the volleyball team—, start pretending that they are dating. But when one of them catches feelings… What will happen to their friendship?)
Chose unlimited (kenma kozume is a successful streamer and youtuber who honestly prefers his alone time but when you crash into his life, literally, will he end up falling for you?)
Mute(𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: enroute to being a neurosurgeon, y/n l/n doesn’t have time for fun, let alone dating. after her friends set her up on a blind date gone wrong, she comes face 2 face with none other than her date’s best friend. her world flips on axis, and suddenly she has no idea how her brain works, or love-at-first-sight)
whats a ibff (Y/N is a shy youtube gamer from Fukuoka who becomes friends with a group of youtubers from Tokyo that she met online. Kenma is a youtube gamer and twitch streamer from Tokyo who happens to be friends with one of Y/N’s internet friends. The two meet online through their mutual friend.)
Mincraft bed(truthfully despite playing minecraft everyday all day, you had never played bedwars. not because it wasn’t interesting but because you were terrible at competitive games, of course shoyo didn’t know that upon asking you to play. but i mean can you really be mad at shoyo when it lead you to him?)
「 sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘɪᴇ 」 (❝ Yn owner of a rising bakery cafe. One day a pudding head boy enter with his close friend looking for an apple pie. What will their future bring them when they keep meeting? ❞)
network love (this ones sad)(for Y/N, working for Bouncing Ball Corp. has been amazing. the salary is high, her co-workers are all genuinely kind and fun to hangout with, and lastly, her boss is hot as fuck. everything’s been good until she accidentally sends the wrong file—a file filled with her impromptu lingerie shoot.)
digging straight down (AFTER BREAKING the number one minecraft rule who knew you’d be pining after the one guy who made fun of you for it)
online friend(Y/N L/N is an anonymous gamer by the name of Sage that resides outside of Japan. While playing one day, they become friends with Kenma which leads to being dragged into his rambunctious friend group. With interactions becoming more frequent, Y/N is faced with decision of trusting their new friends and the conflicts of living miles away.)
fix it(You’re a second year at Nekoma with a burning passion to fix whatever is broken and finding out why it’s broken. One day, Kenma accidentally breaks his switch and needs help fixing it. One broken item that needs fixing is what you do best, so you help Kenma out. What else needs fixing?)
three step plane (With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?)
blind date ( as a youtuber, you see it as your job to be kind to everyone like you on the platform. however, one by the name of kodzuken continously pushes your buttons and has now been labeled your archenemy. but, what happens when the person your friends set you up on a date with, turns out to be the man who’s impartial attitude makes you want to rip your hair out?)
MY FAVORITE delete me from your contacts (Being a girl gamer has never been easy especially on a male dominated platform like twitch. Deemed as a mere e-thot by the masses, you never let the petty hate get to you. That was until the famous streamer, kodzuken, decided to call you another lazy, gamer wannabe. )
mr hotshot ceo (y/n is an outgoing and bubbly girl who just landed a job as a secretary for bouncing ball corp. kenma kozume, ceo of bouncing ball corp, works secretly as a gaming youtuber and streamer under the name kodzuken. after a miscommunication and y/n learns the truth about kenma both their worlds collide. what does fate have in store for these two?)
your voice (when kenma kozume met (y/n), he saw you as someone who was far different than him, but as he got to know you better, he was beginning to think that he actually has a chance. or maybe not?)
friends with benefits ()
thanks alot cupid (the worst part of having a secret crush on yn kuroo, in kozume kenma's case, is that she's one of his close friend's ex and his childhood friend's sister. although y/n makes it clear she harbors deep feelings for the blonde, the two reasons that restrict kozume from making any moves, don't necessarily limit her, “no tetsu, I do not have a crush on your best friend aka my ex-high school situationship aka my recent ex’s best friend… but if I said I did what would the consequences be?” summaries aren't my best suit but wtvr)
Beta tester (Y/N L/N is a popular mangaka)
Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader
i lysol you(the miya twins younger sister leaves for tokyo in order to join the junoir national gymnastics team while also studying at itachiyama institute )
heart on the ice (It’s the perfect start to your debut senior figure skating season, until it’s not. A minor run in with Sakusa Kiyoomi has you in hot water in the figure skating world, and the only solution is to pair with the Ice Prince himself and skate in pairs. Sparks will fly as you constantly butt heads with Sakusa, and you see your season melt away. Can you save your season before it’s too late? Or will Sakusa ruin any chance you have of becoming a Senior World Champion?)
Tempura (Yoomi Yum is a five star restaurant that has received nothing but positive reviews. It’s spotless clean, the service is great, the food is amazing! Owner and head chef Sakusa is proud of his restaurant, so when he received a bad rating from YN LN, a well-known food critic, he was shocked. Now he’s determined to change her mind using social media and his talent.)
It was never meant to be easy (y/n is Bokuto’s childhood friend who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. what happens when she crosses paths with someone who is very much the opposite of her? will they match or will it be easier to walk away? )
Sold out (Summary: Sakusa didn’t noticed that he ran out of masks. He immediately went to his favorite and only drug store to purchase a box, but when he asked for some, they told him that someone bought all the masks. He wanted to ask about who the culprit is so he can email them for being inconsiderate, what he didn’t know was that the said person rans a science channel with their friend)
caramel frap (in which sakusa kiyoomi tries not to fall in love with the girl who spilled her favorite drink on him; or sakusa being your breakfast buddy until you realize your feelings and eat together for every meal)
Secrets(Y/N L/N is the new manager of the MSBY Black Jackels volleyball team. With learning to deal and adapt to the many differing personalities, the team may discover that they have a secret of their own.)
why try (smau in which y/n’s sister and sakusa’s brother are set up with an arranged marriage and both y/n and sakusa being sworn enemies, desperately try to cut off this marriage, but during their attempt—both families and friends learn a little something about them)
lost bet ([y/n] has just lost a bet to one of her best friends, Kuroo. The deal was the loser had to do something chosen by the winner. What will Nekoma’s captain choose? But, why?)
figer it out (Sakusa Kiyoomi tended to avoid a number of things: germs, crowds, his teammates, and interviews. He preferred his life out of the limelight. When rumors spring up about his love life, keeping his fiancée a secret becomes a whole lot harder.)
i am the father (You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.That was your plan.You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.)
tsukishima x reader
Doodles(Kuroo Y/n was finally moving onto University, happy to be attending the same on as her brother and that it was so close to all her other friends Universitys. What she didn’t expect was for her brother’s poor attempts to set her up with one Tsukishima Kei.)
Dorm buddies (you’re in need of a new dorm buddy because your current roommate sucks and tsukishima kei might just be the perfect candidate.)
Salty daddy (You decided to call your relationship over to focus on your career only to realize you were pregnant. About to tell him the good news and fix broken ties, you saw Tsukishima with another girl, unexpectedly happy despite your break up Leaving him was your choice. Surely it was challenging to raise a kid on your own. And when your boss gave you a promotion, you grabbed the opportunity Things were getting better, only to realize your job is being an accountant on the museum where Tsukishima is working. In addition to this, your son won’t stop saying ‘papa’ upon seeing his father’s pictures. )
Drums+acohal≠love(y/n who works as a bartender in a small bar in tokyo met a man who has been coming in for 3 days, what will happen if their life entangle with eachother? will they be lovers or will their relationship be just a one night stand?)
5000 miles away(you moved to America when you were ten years old. every year you visit Japan for a short while and at the eighth year, you meet the son of your parents’ old college friends, Tsukishima Kei. )
Oh my god they were roommates(when tsukishima’s best friend yamaguchi moves out of his way too expensive apartment, tsukki finds himself in need of a new roomie. when he replies to your tweet, he expects a quiet girl who keeps to herself but instead he gets you. will you be able to break down tsukishima’s walls or will you be forced to stand on the outside, looking in?)
make mistakes (after your soulmate first heard your music he dreaded the day youd meet, on the other hand you dreamed of the day youd finally meet them. surely the universe doesnt make mistakes when matching up soulmates… right?)
number neigbor (IN WHICH you’re bored out of your mind one night and upon scrolling through twitter, you’ve come across hilarious interactions with people’s number neighbors. Curious on what the hype was all about, you end up texting your number neighbor. Completely expecting some random middle aged stranger, you’ve actually come across a cute guy that’s your age and lives in the same city. The only downside is that he possibly hates your guts)
bread talks (when your mother tells you to deliver some leftover bread to the young man living above your family bake shop, you never expect to make a complete fool out of yourself. but things happen, and maybe, some small accidents were actually meant to be— just not in the way you expected.)
are you worth it (don’t get tsukishima wrong–he wasn’t extremely fond of anyone that wasn’t yamaguchi, even so, yamaguchi could be a pain. so nonetheless, he has his suspicions about sugawara’s little-first-year cousin, no matter how cute she is.)
kia (At a young age your parents dropped you off at your cousin’s house and left for business. Your cousin being Tadashi Yamaguchi. You two grew closer than ever from the time you were there. At the age of 10 you were sent back home to your parents and moved schools. Then at 15, you enrolled at Karasuno High, reuniting with your childhood friend and meeting some new ones.)
hate to love you (you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi have been friends ever since you were all seated next to each other in high school. So when some dude at your school starts to bug you by constantly asking you out and not understanding the word NO, they were the first people you told. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi help to plot a way to keep this creep away from you.)
play date (kicked out of her home with no place to go, y/n is forced to move into her family friend’s home, who coincidentally is also the family of tsukishima kei, the boy who denied her confession.)
love is time(Amidst the turbulence of new adolescence and figuring out their path in life, nude model Y/N L/N somehow gets caught up in the drama of Tsukishima Kei's life. Although they're at each other's throats, the two both know when life throws you a curveball sometimes you've just got to roll with the punches. They've got plenty to learn from each other, willingly or not. Besides, they'll fall in love in time.)
It’s nothing special (The life of a singer is not as glamorous as it seems. Sure, there is the fame and the fortune but what no one ever talks about is what happens behind the scenes or rather, behind the screens.)
kuroo x reader
serotnin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)
Gamer girl(summary: y/n and her four friends are known as one of the most chaotic squads in youtube gaming history. even more chaos ensues when another squad joins in and streams with them.)
operation sweetheart (y/n l/n has been dating kuroo tetsurou for a year, but will a training camp that brings the pair back together actually tear them apart?)
A MODERN LOVE STORY (in which Y/N is a college student and youtuber just trying to enjoy life with her friends, and Kuroo is a part time model and full time suffering stem major trying to get by.)
Serotonin (Chemistry student Tetsuro Kuroo has a huge crush on creative studies y/n who he meets thanks to his long time best friend Kenma.)
Runaway Hearts Running, a perfect way to clear the mind and to get a good exercise in. Kuroo loves running in the early morning. But every morning he sees you on his route. And everytime the two of you compete to see who’s faster. Hearts are pounding and now it’s time to see who reaches the finish line first.
Keiji Akaashi x Reader
Frienemims(Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)
akaashi x fem reader smau (Akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people that he didn’t really like. You were one of them. Not like you cared since you hated him too, but all of a sudden you were paired with him for a project. Now that’s when you care.)
Count on Me Masterlist (Practice. Study. Prepare. Gigs. The band members of 3G are slowly getting a bigger and bigger fan base. In order to stay connected to their followers, they created social media accounts for their band but soon realized that they either sound really stupid or really serious. They weren’t sure if they could promote their music. That is until one of their friends managed to get them a marketing manager from the marketing department. Now YN, the new marketing manager, and Akaashi, the bassist, must work together to make the band grow. Can they count on each other?)
song for you (celeb! au. singer akaashi keiji isn’t too keen on relationships. when up and coming artist y/n moves into the apartment below him, will she be able to change that?)
jane austen and redbull(You’re desperately trying to juggle classes, teaching, and your dumb friends as you navigate grad school. When the opportunity of a lifetime pops up - a contract professorship that could change your career in academia - you and a co-teaching assistant go head to head for the position. He’s cold and calculated and definitely doesn’t respect your intelligence, but he’s also undeniably smart and, well frankly, hot)
Toru Oikawa x reader
Hit Me Up, Buttercup!(You are just stalking your favorite volleyball player, Oikaw Tohru, in his most active social media as usual when you finally got him to notice you. No one expected him to hit you up, buttercup!)
He loves me he loves me not (You’re Karasuno’s first-year manager, someone everyone thought would end up with Tobio because childhood friends win, right? Of course Oikawa would want to wrap you around his pretty finger the moment he knows that. Are his intentions pure and genuine? Of course not. Will you end up hurt? Most likely, though not for the reason you think. )
Hit it till it Barack’s (Y/n, 3rd year manager of the Karasuno Volley Ball Team along with Kiyoko, Very good manager but needs a little hyping up from her boys sometimes. She loves to bake and cook for the team, earning her the title of team mom. She gets all hyped up for the Aoba Johsai and Karasuno match, but when the worst happens, her least favorite player Tooru Oikawa hits her in the face with one of his powerful jump serves. How will this play out?)
Nonsense (you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all)
Like this (it wasn’t supposed to go like this. you weren’t supposed to meet your boyfriend’s best friend, only for his best friend to end up being your ex boyfriend. it was not supposed to go like this. )
so far but connected (A phone that connects to another universe created by Sora Kato, a student from UA Class 1-H, but it was turned down because ‘it was useless’. It’s not like you’re going to end the villains with just a single call from another universe. He spent months creating it for only to be laughed at by his classmates. But when a student from Class 1-A heard about the gadget they immediately went and purchased it from Kato.)
dont hate the player (The most popular female gamer on YouTube. Debatably the most popular volleyball player alive. A bad breakup sent you packing to Argentina for new perspective. Who knew the new perspective had a witty personality and beautiful eyes? Tooru only sees a broken girl whose heart he wants to mend — his goal is to be the best neighbor possible... and maybe a little something more)
may we meet agian(when she was studying in Kitagawa Daiichi’s middle school, yn met Oikawa Tooru. She fell in love with him but things didn’t went well. Years later, as she is in the same high school than him, they meet again.)
Take Care — An Oikawa Toru SMAU (Oikawa Toru is dedicated to volleyball, above all else. Even his health. Kyotani Y/N might put up a rather aggressive front, but they can’t stand to see their friends repeatedly hurt themselves. Can a friendship last between them, will something more come from the obvious sexual tension and care, or is everything going to fall apart because Oikawa can’t listen to the two people who care most about him?)
kageyama tobio x reader
Eagal Eyes (in which you, the younger sister of ushijima wakatoshi, decide to put on a children’s volleyball camp at shiratorizawa and meet kageyama tobio, who steals your heart, despite the warnings of your older brother.)
On repeat (in which yn just got out of a bad breakup, and the only thing helping her is this one song on repeat )
BOKUTO KOUTARO x Reader
stranger danger (Famous Pro-volleyball Player and Bachelor extraordinaire. Not by choice, but mostly by circumstance. All Bokuto wants is to find someone to do cute couples costumes with, watch scary movies with, and snuggle. He’d also like to FINALLY pull one over on Atsumu and Kuroo considering they win the couples costume contest every damn year.)
love is war(Sports Psychology major Bokuto never understood the rivalry between the Sport Psychology majors and the Biochemistry majors. There was some sort of unspoken rule between them. YN, the Biochemistry major, didn’t understand what the big deal was either. By chance, the two rivals exchanged numbers during a study group and hit it off. Little do they know that there’s obstacles in their way. Love is war.)
it started witha praty(Y/N is the manager of Nekoma, friends with all the boys, ecspecially Kenma. After a late night party on her walk home Y/N discovers a teen passed out on the side of the road she couldn’t just leave him there. Who knows what he’s going to do next.)
a matter of vollyball (y/n was the best female volleyball player of all Japan and the setter of the star school, Shiratorizawa. Despite being the pride and joy of her school and family, she had lost her passion for playing. Winning was everything to her, even if she didn’t show emotion when her team scored a point. Alongside her teammate Tsukasa Emiko, and the infamous Shiratorizawa players Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendō Satori, she’ll go to Tokyo for Nationals, where they meet the crazy and cheerful, Bokuto Kōtarō.)
adore you(After a fair share of bad breakups, Y/n L/n had enough of relationships. Until she’s paired up with Koutarou Bokuto, for a group project, sadly, all he wants to do is adore her instead of work)
if this is it (The Tsukishima brothers are considered, by all standards, good. But their sister Y/N has always been exceptional. A second year with a budding figure skating career and a boyfriend who just so happens to be one of Japan’s top five spikers, Y/N is living the dream. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything apparently.)
Noya x reader
Find Forever (After your mom gets a new job your forced to leave all of your friends at Nekoma High and start over at Karasuno High. The only good thing about it is your childhood best friend Hinata will be there. After being convinced by your best friend you decided to join to girls volleyball club as their libero. One day while you two are practicing receives in the gym a boy comes in and starts complimenting you and starts asking you lots of questions. Your startled and leave in a rush leaving the two boys looking at each other in confusion. Hinata explains how shy you are and later takes it upon himself to introduce you guys properly and soon after a beautiful relationship blossoms.)
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wolfybonnie759 · 4 months
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floyd x reader what if you got captured instead of Floyd
you knew Floyd and brothers for a long time the day of brozone I think got separated and didn't want to be a band anymore you did not know where Floyd was going to to be honest you had a crush on him you didn't tell him because you were so shy but you always been around like your best friend but you don't know if he feel the same way you went to travel somewhere and you you was singing thinking about you and Floyd been together but then you heard footsteps and the next thing you know it you got caught by velvet and veneer who are nothing but big phonies who have no talent for many months you've been stuck in a diamond prison you hope Floyd and his brothers are okay and hope somebody will save you from these horrible twins you felt so weak you were pale and some of your hair got white like if you're aged up or something in a little half of your body is Crystal about how much they use your talent for theirs and you saw Floyd's older brother John Dory oh so you and a diamond prison he tried to break the diamond prison but nothing works and you told him to leave of the twins will get him and he did he promised to get help. You really did not like the twins at all well you got a little comfortable with veneer he was not as bad as his sister for some what he was nice to you and he feels bad for you he does not want to really want to use your talent for his great but saying an popular or fortune or more important and he care about his sister. All of all you wish you was with Floyd you could have told him that you love him and more than a friend way if you wasn't so shy about it. Oh you did was just sing a bit you were singing half your heart out thinking about the memories you had when you spend time with Floyd and he was your best friend and your crush and then you went to sleep which was uncomfortable by the way you wish to sleep next to Floyd because his calm snoozing voice always hope you relax and sleep better it just feels empty without him.
When you were just sleeping you hear a noise and you slowly open your eyes to see Poppy branch and Floyd your heart stop when you saw floyd he change a lot his different look make him more attractive but still look cute though but you hide your friend and stop blushing and you told them to get out where they can or else the twins will get them Floyd looked at you in sadness because he told you how much he miss you and it feels awful without you you felt your face burning a bit like you're blushing but you're happy that Floyd misses you haven't forgot about you then when you heard Velvet and veneer talking down the hall leave or hide somewhere there between can't see and. Floyd look at you one more time went somewhere so he will be seen by the twins.
You was shocked is missing the boys that have captured by velvet and veneer they it was arguing about something you wasn't paying attention at all Floyd looked at you and shocked is he the state you're in your hair was almost white completely White you are so pale as a white snow and have your body being Crystal the others saw that too they're trying to do in their best to help you. When the final moment and Poppy and branch and Poppy sisters who got all the brothers out of there they're still in the diamond prison but at least they're out except for you who was attached to Velvet but you were so pale you you almost got nothing left anymore could you feel like dying of course Floyd can't stand around and do nothing and let you die so everybody including Floyd was singing the perfect Harmony and you're not attached to Velvet and you was floating singing it was working it's broke the diamond prison everything was fine except you was Crystal troll you were falling into Floyd catch you. Poppy and her sister branch in his brothers and Floyd were crying upset and didn't save you in time and Floyd was talking about how he wished he could confess his love to you but little did he know you heard that you were listening your face became normal and you had a smile on your face everyone was happy included Floyd and you were blushing because Floyd's love to you then you told me you did love him too so you both kiss and the crowd cheered more than ever and veneer you told his fans and his sister that him and his sister were frauds and told the truth about it but the twins got arrested the everyone went back home and you were happy with your new boyfriend Floyd.
( hi everyone I want to say thank you for liking my post I saw that people like my first Floyd x reader I wasn't expecting to get that much since 4 town or turning red post but anyway I'm glad you like it and to be honest I like Floyd too I guess you could say he's my favorite from trolls band together and. That all I have to say is thank you and bye 👋❤️)
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(part four of my untilted—now titled—unintentional aeon series)
Until you find me hiding, silently I wait.
1.7k words of aeon just trying to survive. it’s harder on tour than he thought it would be..
cw: aeon being anxious, foraging food, mentions of quintosis used as a defense (in the pit), aeon’s still depressed
part one part two part three
under the cut<3
“Where’s Aeon?”
Swiss looked over at Rain, his eyebrows furrowed.
“What do you mean?” Swiss asked, feeling his stomach twist up at the thought of Aeon being missing.
“I mean he missed head count, isn’t on the bus, and I can’t find him anywhere in the venue,” Rain responded, his long, unglamoured tail flicking nervously.
“Shit..” Swiss hissed.
Aeon did a quick check of the halls to make sure nobody was around before he snuck back into the green room of the venue.
Aeon immediately went for the snack table, picking at his nails that looked more human due to his glamor. They clicked every time he pulled at them, though he quickly began gathering up as much of the leftover snacks as he could, leaving him unable to fidget.
Aeon always felt like a second thought at the ministry when it came to meals, his plate always being filled with what looked like scraps. Though, while on tour, he didn’t really feel like he was given much thought at all.
There was always too little food at the venue provided lunch, the snack supply was full of things he knew the other ghouls loved, but nobody had ever asked him what he wanted to have in the green rooms—which, he only knew that the ghouls were asked because he heard Mountain talking about it with Copia.
Aeon felt guilty as he stuffed his pockets with Goldfish, granola bars, and a few other snacks that he had never seen before.
Probably requested by Cirrus, the new ones. She was always talking about some sort of new food she had heard about.
Just as Aeon had gotten all the food he could into his arms and pockets, he turned to leave the green room, only to hear Swiss running down the hall while talking to someone else.
Aeon squeaked in surprise, his survival instincts to protect the food he felt he had to forage safe on full blast. He rushed over to a nearby cabinet, putting his flexibility to use as he climbed inside and quickly shut the door.
It was extremely cramped due to all the food he had tucked to his body. Luckily, he still had some airflow due to the vented door. Aeon peaked through the vent, his lilac eyes shining with instinctual fear through his glamor.
His anxiety was on full blast, his mind fogging over with awful memories of the Pit. Hiding to survive, using his quintessence to lead other ghouls away from him with a faux scent trail.
Melting their brain when they found him anyway.
The door to the green room flung open and Aeon watched an unglamoured Swiss and Rain rush into the room.
Aeon stiffened, curling around the food he had managed to scrape together for himself for the three travel days the band had ahead of them.
His mind clouded over even more as thoughts of being found made him dizzy. Aeon took a deep, shaky breath in and began tapping his thumb against each of his fingers in a specific pattern.
Pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, mid-
“Unholy Father, where is he?!” Swiss exclaimed, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.
Aeon jolted, his eyes darting away from his fingers and back out to the room through the vented opening, determined to keep his eyes on the two ghouls.
“Swiss, calm down, we’ll find him. You can smell him, right?” Rain asked, knowing Swiss was the only one who had been close enough to memorize the little Quint’s scent.
Aeon quietly scented the air, smelling burnt gasoline and something resembling sewage water.
His eyebrows furrowed.
Who are they looking for? Aeon thought to himself, oblivious. Why are they scared?
“Yeah… yeah, it’s a lot stronger in here.” Swiss muttered, smelling the air. “He should be here! It’s too strong for him not to be,” Swiss exasperated, wincing as he tried running his fingers through his curly hair, only to snag it almost immediately.
“It’s okay. He must’ve just left. C’mon, we can find him,” Rain soothed, pulling Swiss’ hand from his own hair and guiding him out of the green room.
Aeon waited for a moment or two before he slowly crawled out of the cabinet, making sure to be dead silent incase someone he couldn’t sense was nearby.
As soon as he determined the coast was clear, Aeon darted off, making a B-line to the tour bus.
Swiss and Rain had split up after about 10 minutes of searching. Rain decided to check the venue again as Swiss raced for the bus, clumsily clambering up the steps and looking around in a panic.
Dew looked over, his eyebrows furrowed when he smelled Swiss’ panic. The fire ghoul was holding a smoking joint, Mountain rolling another one next to him.
“Where’s Aeon??” Swiss asked, looking at Mountain. He completely disregarded Dew, not in the mood for the fire ghoul’s snarkiness towards the new quintessence of their pack.
Mountain gestured to the door that separated the living and kitchenette area from the bunks.
“Everything okay?” Mountain asked, Dew seeming weirdly worried for Aeon, considering how much he voiced his distaste for the ghoul.
Swiss didn’t answer Mountain and still paid no mind to Dew, rushing to the bunks. He slammed the door behind him and rushed to Aeon’s bunk, ripping the flimsy privacy curtain open.
Aeon yelped and quickly grabbed his blanket, shoving it into the corner to hide a pile of something that Swiss didn’t see. Aeon hissed and snarled, gaining an agitated posture, his back slightly arched like a cat as his tail went rigid.
“H-Hey! Hey, it’s okay, relax..” Swiss said immediately, letting go of the privacy curtain and holding his hands up in defense.
Aeon’s pupils were slits, his eyes searing into Swiss’ form as he growled lowly, slowly moving his pillow to the corner that he had shoved his blanket in.
“It’s okay, Stardust.. you’re okay…” Swiss said softly lowering his hands and gently placing one on the thin mattress of Aeon’s bunk. The young Quint snarled and put it body in front of the corner where all of his bedding was.
Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed as he realized Aeon was in fight or flight. Choosing fight, oddly enough.
“Aeon, calm down. I won’t go anywhere you don’t want me too. Stop curling up like that, you’re going to hurt your back,” Swiss frowned as he kept his hand on the mattress but didn’t move any closer.
Aeon just grumbled and curled up some more, making Swiss hear the sound of a bag crinkling. Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed but he didn’t say anything, wanting so desperately for Aeon to trust him.
Aeon stared deep into Swiss’ eyes, the multi-ghoul practically watching as Aeon’s resolve crumbled and the adrenaline from his fight or flight washed away.
The little quint sniffled and curled into himself, hiding his face from Swiss as he began to cry. He sounded like a distressed kit who had either been caught doing something wrong, or had too much baggage for their poor heart.
Swiss immediately climbed into Aeon’s bunk, staying away from the corner that Aeon was hiding something in. Swiss brought Aeon into his arms, his heart breaking as Aeon snuffled loudly and began sobbing.
Aeon smelled different to Swiss, but he also smelled the same in a way that was different from the rest of the pack.
Aeon usually smelled like smoked ozone, a smell that Swiss would usually attribute to an upset ghoul, but he couldn’t remember Aeon smelling any differently. Now, Aeon’s scent was what Swiss thought of when he imagined the end of the world—Armageddon, if it were to ever happen.
Toxic, polluted air, rotten food, an atmosphere burning away due to nuclear warfare, death…
Grief.
Tears of his own welled in Swiss’ eyes as he realized just how broken the ghoul in his arms was. A soft sob bubbled in his throat and he buried his face into Aeon’s shoulder, wishing that he could snap his fingers and make the young Quint’s loneliness disappear.
He watched the little ghoul, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched how Aeon tapped his thumb against his fingers in a pattern that Swiss didn’t understand.
That didn’t matter. He had Aeon in his arms and he was never letting go.
The two ghouls cried together, both comforting and wallowing in their own pain. Eventually, the two cried each other to sleep, Swiss’ body acting as a shield against the world for Aeon.
“Have you seen Swiss since he came bounding in here?” Rain asked Dew as they hung out on the couch in the living area of the bus.
“No. Figured you’d go check on him eventually.” Dew shrugged. “Could you? My legs hurt,” Rain pouted playfully, knowing he was the only one who was able to make Dew stand up after show.
“You’re damn lucky I love you.” Dew grumbled, pressing a kiss to Rain’s forehead before he stood up, stalking off to the bunks were the rest of the pack was sleeping on their respective tiers.
Dew slightly pulled back the privacy curtain on Swiss’ bunk, his eyebrows furrowing when he didn’t see the ghoul. Dew shuffled down the aisle and went on his toes, peaking behind the curtain of Mountain’s bunk.
The earth ghoul looked over from his book, raising an eyebrow at Dew.
“Swiss?” Dew whispered, his tail flicking slightly. Mountain hummed and shook his head. “I’ve been hearing him snoring. He’s in here somewhere,” Mountain whispered back, setting his book down and pulling back his privacy curtain, watching Dew scent the air, looking for Swiss.
Though, before Dew even got the slightest idea of where Swiss’ scent, tinged with a bit of distress, was coming from, he heard his telltale snoring from a certain Quint’s bunk.
Dew stiffened and walked over to the bunk, slightly ignoring how Mountain was hissing at him not to cause a scene. Dew pulled the privacy curtain back, his body going rigid when he saw Aeon’s tear stained face buried into Swiss’ shoulder, said multi-ghoul curled around Aeon in the most protective hold he had ever seen from Swiss.
And with a closer look, he realized Swiss’ face was also stained with tears.
Dew slowly looked over at Mountain, his golden orange eyes wide.
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