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baby-yongbok · 7 months

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OK I saw an anon asking for another hyunjin fic bc of the vmas (tbfh same) and have an idea for another vmas hyunjin fic (if you’re up for it) hear me out:

apparently people were freaking out the other day bc there was this video going around of Sabrina carpenter waving at hyunjin when it turned OUT she was actually waving to Dixie damelio bc they’re friends…what if y/n saw that and thought she was waving at hyunjin too and got super jealous? I know I would even though I love Sabrina lol. so she starts giving hyunjin the cold shoulder and answering in one word responses etc and he’s confused so she says something like “why don’t you ask your new girlfriend” and he thinks it’s cute that she’s jealous and reveals Sabrina was waving to Dixie not him. And even if she did wave to him, he’s 10000% in love with you and absolutely does not want anyone else. Then after their performance and skz is backstage he pulls you into a closet/private room, locks the door and proves to you just how much he wants/worships you and no one else, in his sweaty state 😫 something like that? I haven’t been able to stop thinking about vmas hyunjin either and who can blame me

ps I’ve written to you before and idk if you take emojis for anons but if so can I be 🪽 anon? I love your writing sm and I know I’ll be back! I wanna be friends but I’m a lil shy lol… 🙂

I DID IT. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, DON'T HATE ME. 😭 Here you go, my love ❣️🪽

Let Me Show You

Hyunjin × Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,442

Warnings: Semi-public sex?, Cum tasting (That should be it ❣️)

✨️Masterlist✨️ ✨️My First VMA Fic✨️

Surely you were seeing things right? You had to be seeing things. Maybe it was the stage lights or the adrenaline from the boys' win getting to you but you swear that the very beautiful and very talented Sabrina Carpenter just tried to shoot her shot at your equally as beautiful and talented boyfriend. Maybe it was harmless, Sabrina is a K-pop fan so maybe she was just trying to grab his attention and give him a friendly thumbs up or something.

You check your phone while you make your way backstage to meet the boys, of course they’re trending on every app that you have but a particular twitter post catches your eye. You stop in the middle of the very busy backstage hallway as you read the video caption for the third time, ‘Are Sabrina Carpenter and Hyunjin flirting?!’. You click on the video quickly, bringing the phone closer to your face as if you could zoom in on the interaction. It’s right there, it’s in very poor quality but it’s there nonetheless. Hyunjin definitely gave Sabrina a look and according to the video he did it more than once. You can feel your stomach turn as an emotion runs over you but you can’t figure out if it’s anger or jealousy, maybe it’s both? You take a deep breath and start walking again, you stuff your phone into your purse and shake your head a bit to try and get your thoughts together. This is a big night for the boys and you don’t want to ruin it for them by having an attitude but you also don’t know how to deal with this cocktail of emotion bubbling in your veins.

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“Baby, can you help me put this on?” Hyunjin holds his necklace out in your direction and you take it from him quietly. He furrows his brows a bit before turning around and allowing you to put the jewelry on him. He noticed your shift in attitude since they got their award but he thought that maybe you were just overwhelmed. He watched you as they got ready for their stage, you laughed with everyone and were talking to staff casually but when it came to him you were silent and short spoken. He instantly started replaying the last hour or so in his head. What could he have done to upset you?

“Thank you.” He turns to you and leans in to kiss your cheek but you pull back slightly, looking in the opposite direction. “Angel, is everything alright?”

“Yup.” Your eyes look everywhere but at him, even when he moves to your side to sit next to you.

“Are you sure? You’ve been quiet, did I do something to upset you?” He places his hand on your knee and you promptly cross your legs to get him to move his hand. You shrug your shoulders in response. Your gaze falls on Felix as he takes pictures of everyone in their finished looks. “Baby, come on.”

“Don’t you have someone else to talk to?” You huff, an over exaggerated sigh following your statement.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Hyunjins brows knit together as he racks his brain trying to understand what you’re referring to.

“Why don’t you ask Sabrina? You seem pretty interested in her.” You roll your eyes and Hyunjin raises his eyebrows at your sharp remark. Felix had shown him a couple of the trending tweets along with the video of Sabrina waving in his direction, they laughed about it and Hyunjin told the guys that she definitely wasn’t waving at him and if she was he didn’t even notice her.

“Ah, you saw that video?” You shift in your seat scoffing at his question. A small smile pulls at his lips as he watches you, you don’t get jealous often but gosh was it hot. Something about you giving him the cold shoulder turned Hyunjin on, maybe it was the way you rolled your eyes at him and how sassy you were everytime he tried to touch you. Whatever it was, he was enjoying it.

“Everyone saw the video, so yeah.” You bite back, glancing at him for only a second before looking back over towards the rest of the boys.

“Baby, she wasn’t waving at me and even if she was I didn’t notice her. I was looking at the Stays that were seated in that direction.” Your heart starts to hammer in your chest as his words sink in. You can feel a blush spreading over your cheeks and a tinge of embarrassment in your core. He had pointed out the row of Stays in that direction earlier in the night but in the heat of the moment you completely forgot about it.

“Why would I look at her when I have the most stunning woman in the world here with me tonight, hm?” He snakes his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into a side hug. “Is my jealous girl blushing?”

You hide your face in his chest, trying to avoid his gaze. How embarrassing is this? Looks like you got jealous for nothing.

“Look at me, angel.” Hyunjin tries his best to gently pry you away from him but he’s interrupted by Chan calling everyone to get ready to go over to the stage. You look up, only because you know he has to go but his fingers catch your chin before you can look away again. Your shy gaze meets his and he smiles down at you, but it’s not a regular smile. It’s the type that he uses when he’s up to something. He plants a quick kiss on your lips before standing and holding his hand out to you.

“Come, you can watch on the backstage monitor.” You take his hand reluctantly, an apologetic smile on your face. He shakes his head, chuckling a bit.

“My possessive baby.”

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The boys absolutely killed their set but that was to be expected. You heard loud clapping and cheering as they made their way from the stage, a mixture of praises both towards the boys and the dancers. You join the busy crowd, clapping and looking through the sea of people for Hyunjin. Suddenly, you feel large hands on your waist and you turn around to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a grin. He’s sweaty and his breathing still hasn’t calmed down completely, He’s discarded the vest that he had on during the performance leaving him in only his black tank top. You open your mouth to congratulate him but he puts a finger over his lips, hushing you before taking your hand and pulling you with him. He makes his way in the opposite direction of the boys, towards the quieter part of the venue. You recognize the hallway from when the boys took pictures earlier, Hyunjin leads you into a small cut off hallway where some extra supplies seem to be stored. He closes the door behind you, placing a piece of paper over the latch so that you two don’t get locked in. He turns to you and you look up at him with confusion woven in your features.

“What are we doing here?” You look around thinking that maybe you missed something.

“You know that you mean the world to me, right?” Your heart starts hammering in your chest again, your grip on your clutch purse growing tighter as embarrassment washes over you again.

“I know, I’m sorry I should’ve asked you instead of drawing conclusions.”

“Don’t apologize, you were being protective of what’s yours.” Hyunjin takes a couple of steps towards you, one hand sliding into the pocket of his brown designer pants.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” Your mouth goes dry when you take in his deepened tone, what exactly did he bring you here to do? You press your thighs together, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Your black form fitting dress rides up a bit from movement. “Answer me, angel.”

“Yes, I know you’re mine.” You clear your throat, trying not to show how much his words are affecting you.

“I only want you, you’re the only woman I ever think about, the only woman I ever look at.” He steps closer, reaching up to cup your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his hand. His fingers brush against your lips. “Do you believe me?”

You shake your head, opening your eyes to meet his. He smiles at you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. You kiss him back, melting into him. Your arms find a home around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue parts your lips, slipping into your mouth and stealing a taste of you. You moan into his mouth and he smiles against your lips. He pushes you back gently, prompting you to take a step back. He leads you backwards until your back hits the wall, you gasp, breaking the kiss and Hyunjin takes it as an opportunity to trail soft kisses over your jaw and down your neck.

“Hyunjin…we can’t do this here.” Your words are anything but convincing and you know for a fact that you don’t mean them. After the rush of jealousy that you felt earlier topped off with the breathtaking performance that he just put on with the boys’ you know that your body is more than ready for him.

“Let me show just how much I love you.” He plants a wet kiss right below your ear before whispering. “I want you to feel how much I want you, only you.”

Hyunjin presses himself against you and you moan at the feeling of his hard dick straining against his pants. “Only you do that to me.”

“Hyunjin.” His name leaves your lips in a breathy moan, you can’t think of anything else to possibly say. He’s completely fogged your mind.

He starts leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck, rough yet slow actions of affection. His hands trace up your sides, lightly scratching at the fabric of your Versace cocktail dress, dragging the fabric up your soft skin and exposing your plush thighs.You trail your free hand down his arm, moving to palm him through his pants but one of his hands swiftly grabs your wrist, pinning your arm to the wall behind you.

“This is about you, baby. Only you.” He whispers against your skin before his lips make their way down to your chest, sucking and biting at your skin leaving red marks in his wake. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you towards him and making you arch your back off of the wall.

“I’m all yours baby.” He slides down onto his knees. Sitting in front of you, his large hands trailing down the soft skin of your legs. He looks up at you, his sparkling eyes surrendering to you. “I would never worship another woman like this in my life.”

He leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the outside of your thigh and making his way to the sensitive skin leading to your core. You spread your legs a bit to give him better access and he groans at the gesture. His hands snake up under your dress, he hooks his thumbs into the thin straps of your thong and leads the garment down your legs. You step out of them, and Hyunjin wastes no time bringing them up to his nose and taking a deep inhale.

“Fuck, I love the smell of you.” His words are breathy yet stable, he stuffs your thong into his pocket, a treasure for him to remember this moment by. He peers up into your attentive yet fucked out gaze, watching you as he sneaks the pad of his pointer finger up to caress your soaked folds. You jump at the contact, a deep moan leaving your throat, you hadn’t realized how much you needed his touch until now. You relax as he runs his finger up and down your heat, circling your clit and teasing your entrance a bit. Your hips buck against his hand, silently begging him to stretch you. Small whimpers fall from your parted lips as you keep your eyes on his.

“You sound so beautiful, angel. You’re so fucking perfect.” He pushes his finger into you slowly, curling it upward to caress your g-spot. You bring your hand up to your mouth in an attempt to drown out your moans. Hyunjin shakes his head, fucking his finger into you a bit faster. “Let them hear you, I don’t care who it is, Let them hear what I do to you.”

“Hyun- Fuck” He adds another finger, scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. “Oh my god, that's so good.”

“Only the best for you, this is only for you.” He leans up on his knees, sticking his tongue out and licking up the wetness dripping down your inner thigh. His tongue works its way over to your cunt, flicking your clit at a delicious pace that makes your back arch off of the wall further. He hums against you as you buck your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers and tongue. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling as you beg him to keep going. He keeps up the pace, his tongue never stopping until you're finally pushed over the edge. You cry out in bliss as you cum hard, your body trembling with pleasure. He laps up every bit of your arousal that he can catch, leaving light kisses on your swollen clit as he allows you to come down from your high just a bit.

“You taste like heaven” Hyunjin groans as he pulls away from you, licking his lips to clean up the mess you made. Your mind is clouded with lust, the jealousy from earlier nearly forgotten. The only thing on your mind now is how badly you want the man in front of you. How badly you need him inside of you.

“I can feel like heaven for you too.”

“This is about you, angel.”

“Then fuck me, please. If this is about me then make me forget about that stupid tweet. You’d do anything to please me right?” Hyunjin, stands from his position in front of you. Your eyes stay locked on his dark ones as he towers over you.

“I’d do anything to please you.” His words are soft and strong, he leans into you, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, the gentle nature that Hyunjin held seconds ago melting away into a frenzied lust.

“You drive me insane.” He whispers against your lips and you moan into his mouth. Your hands run down his clothed chest, taking in his firm core and his shirt damp with sweat. You run your hand over his hard cock, palming and stroking him. A pornographic moan erupts from his throat, he breaks the kiss and his jaw hangs open in bliss. You look up at him, watching as he bites his lip with his eyes shut tight, concentrating on the way your fingers move against him.

“I want you to fuck me like she’s watching.” Hyunjin groans deeply, furrowing his brows at your words. “Show her that you’re taken.”

Your words flipped a switch in Hyunjins head, he grabs your hip, turning you around and swiftly pulling your dress up to expose your bare ass. He lands a firm smack on both of your ass cheeks, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“I’ll show her.” He presses his clothed bulge against you and you can feel him unbuttoning his pants with one hand. “I’ll show her who I belong to.”

He runs his hands over your bare skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. He leans in and whispers in your ear “I’ll let everyone know I’m yours.”

You gasp as you feel his cock part your dripping folds, stretching you out deliciously. He pushes in slowly, allowing you a bit of time to adjust to him. Your moans fill the air as he slides into you, once he bottoms out he leans forward, pressing you into the wall so that you’re flush against him.

“I’m yours” He moans as he starts to move, his hips pushing against yours in a rhythm that intensifies with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoes through the hallway but is easily drowned out by your shared moans. Your head falls back against Hyunjin’s chest giving him the perfect view of your fucked out expression. He leans down, leaving soft kisses on your forehead, a sweet contrast to the rough thrust of his hips.

“You’re mine.” Your words make Hyunjin’s hips stutter, pushing into you deeper, he bites his lip as he takes it all in. The way you’re clenching around him, your moans mixing with his, the way the head of his cock hits your sweet spot. It all drives him closer to the edge.

“You were right.” His thrusts become faster and harder and you squeeze around him as you draw closer to your release, meeting his rhythm with pleasure. “You do feel like heaven.”

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips as he comes undone, his moans mingle with yours as he fills you. The feeling of his hot release throws you over the edge, you fall apart seconds after him, his name falls from your lips like a chant as your pleasure washes over you. You both still, his dick stays deep inside of you as you both try to catch your breath.

“Thank you.” Hyunjin hums in response, soft pants falling from his lips.

“For what?”

“For showing me that you’re mine, this might’ve been the best type of reassurance ever.” You chuckle and he follows, a wide smile spreading across his face.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself. But, please remember that I mean this, there’s never anyone on my mind but you. You’re all I think about.” His sweet words send a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but to clench around him.

“Oh fuck.” Hyunjin groans with a chuckle and you can’t help but to smile. “I need to pull out, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself if you do that again.”

He slides out of you slowly, whines escape both of you from the sensitivity of the action. He tucks himself back into his pants and you turn around to face him, still leaning on the wall for support.

“How am I supposed to go back out there with your cum dripping out of me?” You look down at the mixed arousal running down your leg and Hyunjin smiles at you.

“Here.” You watch him as he kneels before you, dipping his tongue out and licking the stream of cum running down your leg. A groan falls from your lips as you watch him taste your mixed arousals. He trails his tongue up your leg, collecting all of the juices that drip from you until he reaches your swollen cunt. He runs his tongue over the sensitive flesh and you shiver in response, your head falling back against the wall and a moan escaping you.

“Baby, I’m so sensitive.” Hyunjin hums in response and the feeling of the sound vibrating through you makes you clench around nothing. He dips his tongue into your hole, lapping up most of your arousal and cleaning your cunt to perfection. Once he’s satisfied he pulls away and stands, wiping his chin clean and smiling at you. He gives you a moment to recover before taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“Next time that you get jealous just remember that you and I are made for each other. We’re perfect together.” You smile up at him and he leans forward kissing you with wet lips. He parts your lips with his tongue and gently runs his over yours. The taste of your mixed arousals flood your mouth and you relish the flavor. He breaks the kiss just as you move to deepen it, a slight whine falling from your lips. He grins down at you before running his thumb over your swollen bottom lip

“See? Don’t we taste good together? I only want you to mix with me, no one else, okay?” You nod your head, a sweet fucked out smile pulling at your lips. “I love you, angel”

“I love you too, baby.”

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justaaveragereader · 3 months

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Hihi!! First of all I love your writings and I've been meaning to ask for a long time teehee 🤭 It doesn't have to be long or a full fic but could I request a friends to lovers san smut where hes your best friend and gets jealous of you talking to this one guy constantly so one day while you're calling that guy he fucks you while youre on the phone 👀👀👀 sorry if its so specific djdjsjd thank you <33

Hello🖤! First off thank you for loving my work I love you. I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I’m here now, and hopefully don’t disappoint! Friends to lovers?!? Ooooweeee this was my first time, and I wanted to make this shorter but once again I couldn’t help myself😵‍💫this was such an amazing request how could I have shortened it😭?! Also never apologize about being specific, I LOVE when requests are specific it gives me a clear direction to head in!

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Sharing Isn’t Caring

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Dom!San, Sub!Reader, Oral (Lotssss Of Pussy Eating), Possessiveness, Jealousy, Humiliation, San Is Down Bad For The Reader, If I Missed Anything…👀Lemme Know

✍️Masterlist✍️

“Idk why you even talk to that guy, he's a complete tool.”

“If he’s a tool what does that make you Sannie?”

Cutting your eyes to your childhood best friend. Whose eyes you swore almost popped out of his skull. You guys were constantly together, both of your friend groups had joked that you were last lovers in each lifetime. You’d be lying if you said that you stopped looking at San as a “best friend” a while ago, but you didn’t want to tread that murky water.

“Wh-What does that make me?! It makes me a guy who's looking out for his bestfriends best interest! I don’t trust this guy, you saw how he looked at me last time I brought you lunch?!?”

Letting out a huff, you finish zipping up your backpack. Cramming as many books in there as you can fit because this “tool of a guy” San was having a heart attack about was your lab partner.

“San, you slammed the bag down on the table, startling the poor guy. Then you decided to enjoy the scenery.”

“It was a nice area, I was enjoying the environment!”

“Choi San, we were in the library! It was 1:00pm on a Tuesday, everyone was in class or at work. There was nothing to see. Not to mention you sat right in between me and him!”

Smacking his lips, he kicks his foot slightly, you can see his blush creeping upon his neck, his eyes shooting down to the floor muttering not so quietly how he was just enjoying the view, and how the middle seat had the best view.

“San there was no middle seat, you literally dragged a chair in between me and him, I watched you pick up his chair and move the man down the table.”

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you walk up to San, putting your finger under his chin lifting his head so he locks eyes with you. He swore he could see his future play out in your eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he was a love struck idiot but he felt it, you were his person, you are his person.

“He’s just my lab partner, okay? Nothing more, nothing less.”

The redness from his neck traveled to his ears, lightly dusting his cheeks as well. He was so in love with you. Your face crinkled as you smiled at him, but the way you asserted yourself in one simple sentence just sent him over the edge. He could feel his heart pop like confetti, he also felt his cock come to life.

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands, flashing him a smile once more, turning on your heels towards his front door. You were big on being on time, entertaining Sans shenanigans you were always late. His body moves like it’s on autopilot, walking quickly towards your fleeing figure. Just as you open the door his hand comes up to close it. You can feel his heavy breath on the back of your head.

“San what are you doing?” You whine out, turning around to poke his chest. As your eyes shoot to him you see that look in his eyes, that look he’s given you many times. The same look he gives when you talk to a man too long for his liking.

“I really don’t want you han-.”

“Hold that thought, San!” Picking up your phone, you slide your thumb across the screen. His body puffs up, in an aggressive like manner, this lab partner was crossing too many boundaries with his person. It's almost like he’s underwater, seeing you smile, seeing you laugh at another man that isn’t him. You look at him with a face of confusion, eyebrows drawn up.

Biting his lip, you watch as his eyes darken. He’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The light that’s behind them dies, and fills with hunger, with ache, with possession. His hand comes to grip your hip, shoving you against the door. His body towers over yours, his chest crushes against yours. Putting the phone to the side, he can hear your lab partner continuing to talk. The chipper tone in his voice pisses him off even further.

“What are you doing?” You whisper/whimper, his knee coming up into between your thighs resting against your clothed cunt. You choke up at his sudden actions, everything feels like it’s happening so fast. His predatory gaze knocks the wind out of you.

“I’m not really too big on sharing, especially when it comes to you.” He whispers quietly into your ear, his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. His cologne clouds your senses. Your cunt clenches around nothing, you have never wanted San more than you want him now.

“Y/n Y/n! Did you hear me?” Your lab partner's voice knocks some sense back into you. It feels like your tongue is knotted in your mouth, you feel his fingertips start to brush against your lower stomach, exploring the soft like skin.

“Well aren’t you going to answer him baby.” He whispers into your ear once more, giving your love a soft kiss. His smooth, cool lips on your heated skin is enough to have you driving yourself up the wall. You let out a quiet whimper, your hand dripping, practically letting the phone slip through your hands but San is quick enough to grip your wrist, making sure you don’t drop your phone.

“I’m-I’m he-RE!” You shout at the last part feeling San hike your body up even extra on his knee. Your clit rubbing against the fabric of your pants.

“Are you alright?” Your lab partner says through a laugh, continuing on about your guys' shared project. Sans kisses slowly turn into soft love bites, nipping at your skin leaving small welts behind. He was going to show everyone you were his. He was tired of this song and dance. He was going to take you, all of you.

Undoing the button on your pants, your eyes watch his every move, while he watches every move of yours. His glance is nothing short of wolfish, while your glance is nothing short of prey like.

“I’m going to take what’s mine, do you understand me?” You grunts into your ear. Rutting his hips against yours, you can feel the pulsation from his cock, mouth instantaneously starts to water. He was so much bigger than you imagined. Those late mates staying awake, riding your fingers to completion, curious as to how San would pleasure you, how he would fill you. Nodding your head thoughtlessly your eyes drop down to where his bulge is. Letting out a pathetic whimper you go to grab his hard on that’s straining against his sweats.

Your hand grips your phone muttering “mhms” and fake laughs to let your lab partner know you are still present, which irks San even more. Your attention is supposed to be on him fully.

Hiking your pants down to your ankles he helps you step out of them, kneeling down to help you, when he looks up, catching an eye full of your soaked panties practically calling his name. Your eyes flutter at the way he hawks down your clothed cunt.

Two fingers come up to grab the fabric, pulling it down slowly, as your cunt comes into sight he lets out a groan, not even hesitating he dives face first into your cunt. Causing you to let out a startled moan. His tongue instantly wraps around your clit giving it a good couple sucks before his hands travel up the back of your thighs, hiking one of over his shoulder, while both of his hands come to the back of both thighs prying them open even further to get more of his face into your cunt. He’s practically making out with your pussy, the wet slurping noises of him sucking down your clit, while his hands jiggle your thighs, giving them a light smack, causing your body to jerk in his hold.

His tongue explores more of you, moving down to your sopping hole, as soon as he sticks his tongue in your pussy let’s put a squelching noise. Which sounds like music to Sans ears. As he tongue dives further into you, his nose bumps against your clit. Your body almost caves over from the stimulation. His hand shoots up to your figure pushing you up right against the door. Surely all his neighbors heard what he was doing to you, surely your lab partner knew by now what was happening to you. Thrashing his head around so your clit gets bumped back and forth you drop your phone on the ground, San can hear your lab partners calls to you, asking if you are okay, yet you are so high on San the only thing you can make out is the way he’s feasting on your cunt. Sticking his tongue out, he rubs it all over your cunt making sure not to miss a spot, your cries fill the room.

“This pussy is so good, you've been giving my pussy away, huh? Answer me princess.” He groans, while continuing to slurp up your cunt.

“N-no! No!” You whimper out, back arching off of the front door.

Smacking the back of your thigh, he jiggles the meat of them once more, pulling his face back. Chest heaving up and down, he looks up at you, that playful glint in his eyes. He places a kiss right above your cunt, leading all the way up to your belly button. Small welts are left along the way. Spreading your thighs once more so there is a huge gap.

“You've been giving this pussy, my pussy to your lab partner?”

His face dives in the gap between your legs, letting the back of your thighs go so his face is fully engulfed in between you. Your cries ring out even louder in the room.

“No! I would never!” You cry out, you keep chanting to San how it’s his, and only his. Those words alone fuel his need for possession. Stretching his arm he picks up your dropped phone, noticing the call is still active, rolling his eyes at this guys pathetic ass. He shoves the phone towards you. Pulling his face from in between thighs. Your arousal is just dripping off his face, slapping against the floorboards beneath his kneeling figure.

“Tell him.” He says licking his lips, making sure to not let any of your juices go to waste. Grabbing the phone with shaky hands. Your body floods with embarrassment, yet the way San sees your pussy flutter around nothing he knows you're just as turned on as he is.

“Tell him who you belong to.”

Clearing your throat, your body heats with embarrassment. Your eyes never leave Sans watching as he gets a mouthful of cunt again. Making you stutter in your greeting to your lab partner.

“H-Hi.”

He slaps the back of your thighs harshly, sure to leave a small mark. Your eyes focus into San more who has his eyes closed while he tongues you up and down. He truly looks like he’s making out with someone, his eyes shut in pure bliss while his body is relaxed, hands roaming all over you.

“I belong to Choi San.” You quickly squeak out, not wanting this conversation with your lab partner to go on any further. Signifying that this partnership would not travel further than on school grounds.

“Tell him what I’m doing to you too.” He groans from your pussy, the bass of his voice vibrating all over making your toes curl. Letting out a whine you look at San silently pleading to hang up on your lab partner.

“Hes….hes eating my pussy…and he’s eating it real good” voice practically breathless.

“Now tell him you guys will not be friends. So he can get that out of his head.”

“We..we won’t be friends…” you say through a whimper, your dignity and pride was in hell right now.

“Lemme see the phone.” Shoving the phone to San you lay your head back against the door, his fingers coming up to rub small, slow circles around your pulsating clit.”

“You should see how I’m devouring her pretty pussy. It’s such a sight, she’s responsive too. One small flick to her clit and her eyes swell with tears. Probably wish this was you huh? Knuckle deep in her pussy, tongue fucking her, watching her come undone in your mouth.”

San hears shuffling on the other side of the phone, he knows your lab partner is still there.

“I know all about you, and the thing is I really don’t like sharing. Especially when it comes to her. So I think you should find a new partner, because if I catch you staring at my girl again. I’m going to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her til she can’t even recognize you anymore.”

“I’ll fuck her so long and good, only thing she will be able to mutter is my name. So ima ask you do we have a clear understanding?

The lab partner hesitates to answer, both out of fear and horniness. How could he not be turned on by what he just heard, but he’s heard the stories about Choi San, and he’s not someone who you wanna cross.

Letting out a pathetic yes, he hurries and hangs up the phone. A cheshire cat-like smile crosses his face, pulling his fingers out of you, he stares up at your figure. Eyes shooting down to meet his own.

“No where was I?” He asks rhetorically before spreading your thighs once more.

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cameronspecial · 3 months

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hiii!!🤍 idk if you are taking requests at the moment but yesterday i had this idea of fem!reader and rafe fic inspired on the song maniac by conan gray lmaoo

in my head this sounds like a good idea but idk lol

love uuuuu<333

Maniac

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Accusations of Being a Stalker

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

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Rafe sets eyes on the one person he doesn’t really want to see. The one person he loves, but who is too good for him. So he let her go. By the time he notices her in the crowd, he is on his sixth cup of whiskey and the alcohol is getting to his head. He shouldn’t do it, yet he does. He stumbles through the crowd to get close to her and his finger points at her in accusation. “I wish you were dead. Maybe then you’d stop popping up everywhere I go like a stalker,” he slurs, his finger wavering a little. She chuckles, “You wish I cared enough about you to stalk you. Except I know you need this so can go tell all your friends that I’m a stalker, a watcher or that I drive you mad. I really don’t care.” She flips her hair over her shoulder as she turns to go back to her friends. Their break-up was anything but friendly. Rafe had to resort to cruelty to get it to set into her mind that there was no salvation for them by talking through their problems. She was too good for him and he was just going to bring her down with him. That’s why he had to do it. As she goes to her friends, he catches a whiff of her perfume and he is dying to be able to properly take the scent in before she leaves again.

Later in the night, Y/N hears rustling in the backyard. She gets up from her bed to spot a familiar figure on the grass through her window. She groans; the irony of him calling her a stalker when he is the one at the back of her house late into the night. She goes downstairs and swings the backdoor open to get rid of him before her parents can wake up. She has to laugh at the sight of him stumbling through with a rose and a shovel in his hand. He holds both items up in his hands like he is balancing out the weight between the two. He comes to a decision and throws the shovel to the side. “Take me back,” he pleas. She chuckles, slamming the door in his face. “You are such a maniac.”

———

A few weeks later, her phone rings from her nightstand in the middle of the night. She presses the phone to her ear and rolls her eyes at who is on the other side. She puts some clothes on, heading to her car to make another mistake. She swears up a storm at the sight of the car smashed against the tree. She sets her car in park and runs over to the driver’s side to make sure he is okay. “You came,” he mumbles, looking at her with a dopey look. He reaches out to pet her hair. She jerks out of his touch. “What do you want me to do about this Rafe? You wrecked your car,” she states in frustration. His lips pout, “You always know how to fix my problems. Because you are perfect. That’s why I had to break up with you because you are too perfect.” His eyes start to pool with tears and she wipes the salty water away. “I’m going to call the police and they are going to take care of it,” she informs, pulling out her phone.

“No, please, don’t. I need you. I need you to stay.”

“It’s all I can do, Rafe. Look what we had was magic, but you turned it tragic. So I really don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I want you to say that you are going to take me back.”

She lets out a low laugh, “You are a maniac.” Y/N leaves his side, listening to him whine as she goes to call the police. She couldn’t take any more of his bullshit. It breaks her heart that all he ever wants to do is use her for help and pretend like he really wants her to stay. He doesn’t love her. He made that clear when they broke up.

———

The next time he calls is during the day. He had just snorted a shit ton of coke and he was feeling his regret at a tenfold. “Come on, Y/N. Pick up. Pick up, Beautiful,” he begs into the phone at the continual sound of the call dialling. One ring. Two rings. After the third ring, he is sent to voice mail.

She looks down at the phone, pressing the red button with a shake of her head. “He’s a maniac if he thinks I’m going to come back.”

Rafe throws the phone against the wall, screaming as this is sinking in. He lost her and he was never going to get her back. This thought is enough to turn him into a maniac.

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cl3fairyyy · 1 month

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routine : part 2 || edward nashton x GN!reader ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary || you and edward finally go on a date

warnings || eddie is a liiiittle more stalker-y in this one, smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of edward following reader home and just overall being his strange little self, this fic does get a little suggestive (no actual smut) so please MDNI!!!! i think that's everything, if i forgot anything i am so sorry </3 this fic is mostly just fluff with a side of awkward first date small talk

word count || 4.5k

notes || i am so sorry for the long wait on part 2!! been having the worst writers block of my life and my job has been taking over my life atm </3 but it is finally here!! i had so much fun writing this one, definitely thinking of doing a part 3 if u guys want it :)) apologies if at any point eddie is too OOC, he's definitely a little more confident in this one hehe. also this pic of paul is EXACTLY how I imagined him looking while writing this

You arrive back at your dingy apartment later than you had planned and, admittedly, a lot tipsier than you had wanted to be.

You shove your key into the crappy broken lock that your landlord refuses to fix and jiggle it around for several moments until you finally hear a click. Opening the door, you sway on your feet a little before stumbling over to the couch, kicking the door shut behind you; when you plop down on the velvety throw you use to cover up the horrible cracking leather of your equally horrible sofa, you sigh and throw your head back, allowing a smile to play onto your face.

He had asked you on a date.

You keep replaying the interaction in your head, mentally swooning at how Edward had lit your cigarette for you, how he had been so close that you could smell the laundry detergent on his clothes. You giggle like a schoolgirl, hugging one of your cushions as you fish around in your bag for your phone. You have to suppress a giddy squeal when you are greeted with not one, but three messages from a random number, one you can only guess belongs to Edward. You feel dizzy unlocking your phone, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or your nerves.

Hi, it’s Edward. I hope you have a lovely rest of your night.

I really liked talking to you today. You’re a very interesting person.

Are you okay? It's late, did you get home safe?

It takes everything in you to not dreamily sigh like you’re in a fucking rom-com. He's concerned about me, you think, typing a reply with a lopsided smile on your face.

hiii yes im fine!! just made it home : )

im vry drunk lol

Immediately the grey typing bubble pops up and you launch your phone across the room, scrambling to the fridge to open the half-empty bottle of slightly too expensive rosé that you have been saving for the next time you rewatch Fleabag.

You hear your phone ding twice and gingerly pick it up from underneath the coffee table, your hands shaking.

Oh, good to hear that you’re safe haha. I was about to head back to the bar to see if you were okay.

That was a joke by the way.

You can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. You take a swig from the bottle and begin typing.

yea im sure it was lol

it was nowhere near as interesting after u left. u were in such a hurry too are u ok??

Edward’s cheeks grow red when he reads your second message. You think he’s interesting? Are you hinting that you would’ve preferred if he stayed?

Wish I could have stayed for a bit longer haha, just had some work at home that I couldn’t get my mind off, so wanted to take another crack at it.

Obviously, he can’t tell you that his work isn’t just some simple tax fraud, but a potential money laundering scandal that ties all the way back to Maroni and your own boss. He knows at this point, though, that you’re too polite to question him.

u sure do work a lot!!!! idk how u havent burnt out yet.

try to get some rest if u can : ) its not like the work wont be there tmrw!!!!

Edward smiles. You are so lovely to him; the idea that someone like you could show so much kindness to him makes his heart swell and his eyes fill with tears. A few run down the tip of his nose and plop onto his phone screen.

I know, I know. Sometimes it feels like I can’t switch my brain off haha. It’s been in overdrive since I got home.

He cringes at himself. Is he meant to text so formally? You're pretty much the only contact in his phone besides his landlord and the office. He glances down at his screen, noticing that you’ve read his message but haven’t started typing an answer, and immediately begins to panic.

Of course someone like you couldn’t like him. He was a fool to think you were any different than anyone else in this shithole of a city. You’re probably still sat with your colleagues at that shitty bar, reading out his messages and all having a good old laugh at him. Everyone get a load of Nashton! you're probably saying, and he feels sick to his stomach.

soso sorry my phone just died out of nowhere!!! i srsly did not mean to leave u on opened

honestly i get u i can be like that. its probably worse for u tho bc ur so smart lol

whats been sending the brain of eddie into overdrive tonight??

Edward shakes his head at how silly he’s being. It would be funny if he didn’t feel so pathetic. He reads your messages over and over until his eyes burn; no one has ever given him a nickname before. Eddie. He rereads the nickname, trying to imagine how it would sound coming out of your mouth. His mind begins to wander, picturing you lying beneath him, bare chest heaving as you moan that name to him. Eddie.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when his phone lights up again with a notification from his news app. He attempts to push down his building arousal before it completely clouds his mind, and scrambles for his phone to send you a reply.

It’s a little embarrassing, but... I have been thinking non-stop about the conversation we had outside.

I really would like to take you out, if you’ll let me. If you’d like to pick where we go so you feel more comfortable, I’m happy with that. I’m sure you know much nicer places to go than I do anyway haha.

You squeal at your phone, kicking your feet in the air like a goddamn teenager. You hastily type a reply, and soon enough you’ve made plans for Sunday to go to a lovely downtown jazz club that plays live music. It's one of your favourite spots in the whole city.

You fall asleep fairly quickly after throwing yourself on your bed still fully clothed. You don’t think twice about how bad your hangover will be when you wake up, instead picturing your date with Edward and just how lovely he is.

Edward, on the other hand, stays up all night, his thoughts rife with anxiety. You'd had one conversation in a loud bar, and now he’s expected to keep you entertained for an entire evening? What if you didn’t find him interesting? What if he ran out of things to talk about? What if you stood him up entirely?

He shakes his head, trying as hard as he can to shake the thoughts from his brain entirely. He opens your social media, which he has found himself doing every time he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack recently. He finds his favourite picture of you, a candid photo of you in a coffee shop mid-laugh, your eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy. He loves your smile in this picture.

He hopes he can make you smile like that.

Saturday goes by painfully slowly for you. The dragging hours aren’t helped by your awful hangover that seems to have convinced your brain that any slight movement will have you vomiting. You cringe rereading the messages you sent Edward the evening prior, hangxiety hitting you like a train.

Eddie? Seriously?

You have one conversation with the guy and have already started throwing nicknames around- you're in shock that you didn’t scare him off with how forward you were being. If he brings it up, you can always blame it on how drunk you were, which isn’t exactly a lie.

He doesn’t text you until later in the evening, just a simple message confirming that you’re still on for tomorrow. You wonder if he’s as nervous as you are, if his anxiety manifests itself in the way he chews at his lower lip the same way you do.

When Sunday finally rolls around, you wake up extra early to give yourself as much time to get ready as humanly possible. You would never admit it to anyone, but you’d picked out your outfit the night before and laid it on your desk chair, your nervous excitement barely allowing you to get a wink of sleep.

Edward had offered to pick you up, but you really do not need him seeing the shithole you live in the first time he sees you outside of work. You both agree to meet outside the bar, and since it’s in walking distance from your apartment, you decide against getting a taxi.

Gotham is strangely beautiful in March, the last moments of winter finally coming to fruition. The sun is just beginning to set when you step out into the chilly air, casting an orange glow on the old buildings and warming your cheeks against the cold.

Edward’s heart races as he clumsily stumbles out of the subway station. He's almost twenty minutes early and grasps a cluster of lilies in one hand, the other of which he uses to steady himself against a lamppost. The lady from his favourite podcast whispers soothingly in his ear as he attempts to block out the loudness of the city and steady his breathing.

“You are strong, and you are worthy. Be the change you want to see.”

He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths before finally grounding himself. Edward is all too aware of how he must look right now: sweaty, clutching a bouquet of flowers while standing alone outside a bar. He glances at his watch. Still ten minutes until your meeting time.

He tries to ignore the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. You will show up. You have to.

Edward jumps slightly when his phone chimes in his pocket. His heart drops when he realises it’s a text from you.

so sorry!!! running a few mins late :/ decided to walk today and ofc that’s the day that every traffic light in the city decides to break LOL

The light-hearted tone in your message doesn’t do much to comfort him. He types a short answer and sends it, trying to focus all of his energy on his podcast and not crying from how utterly terrified he is.

Ten minutes after your initially agreed upon meeting time, Edward hears a voice shouting his name. He looks up to be met with the image of you practically sprinting down the street towards him. You pull to a stop in front of him, smoothing your hair down and smiling bashfully up at him. Christ, you forgot how tall he is.

“Before you say anything, I am so sorry. First there was the traffic light thing, then one of my old college friends stopped me in the street and decided that she wanted to update me on every single day of the past three years of her life.”

You breathe in heavily through your nose, your hands on your knees as you try and keep yourself from keeling over. You make a mental note to begin using that gym membership you keep renewing. Quitting smoking would probably help, too.

You look up when Edward hasn’t responded for several moments, and his cheeks are very pink.

“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. If you want to cancel-”

Before you can finish, Edward interrupts you by thrusting a bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“Th-these are for you. I, um, remembered you mentioning lilies were your favourite flower, so...” He stumbles over his words, talking just a little too fast.

You're quite literally lost for words. You examine the flowers, your cheeks growing warm; it's a lovely spray of pink, yellow and orange lilies, tied together with a cream ribbon. They’re a little crumpled, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little plant food. You smile at Edward.

“Oh, Edward. They're gorgeous, really, thank you. No guy’s ever gotten me flowers before...”

A small, lopsided grin spreads across his face.

“I can’t imagine why anyone lucky enough to have you wouldn’t get you flowers.”

You flush at that, and loop your arm around his, leading him inside. You manage to find a nice booth in the corner, away from the stage and speakers that surround it while Edward heads to the bar. You anxiously drum your fingers on the table and scroll through your phone, not really paying attention to what you’re meant to be reading as your mind replays what Edward had said earlier.

Edward watches you from the bar, admiring the high flush on your cheekbones and the way your outfit hugs your body. By the time he’s ordered and heading back to your table, you seem a little more relaxed. You smile at him gratefully as you accept your drink and try not to make your staring too obvious.

He looks handsome. He's wearing such a basic outfit, just a simple button up shirt and some smart slacks, but there’s something about Edward wearing something so casual and making it look so good that has you crossing your legs under the table.

“You look lovely tonight, by the way.”

You smile shyly at him, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.

“Thank you, Edward. I have to say, you clean up pretty good yourself.”

He laughs, and you don’t miss the way it sounds like it's one of disbelief.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your drink.

“Well, I would. You look really handsome.”

Edward shakes his head, a bashful smile on his face as he looks down, taking a sip of water. The pair of you sit there for a few moments in awkward silence, trying to think of something to start a conversation with.

“So-”

“You-”

You lock eyes and both laugh, cheeks red. You wave your hand.

“Sorry, you go.”

Edward averts his gaze, fiddling with his collar.

“I, um, was just going to ask how you found this place? I’ve never even heard of it. Well, I suppose the fact I don’t drink and don’t listen to jazz music doesn’t help, but...”

Edward finds himself trailing off, kicking himself for how utterly awkward he is. The way you smile at him, unfazed, doesn’t help.

How could someone like you ever find any interest in someone like him?

“It’s a funny story, actually. My old roommate was on a date with this absolute dick, and she needed me to come save her. So, what happened was....”

As you tell him the grandiose story of having to pretend to be your roommates' partner who caught her cheating, and how you had to run away when her date attempted to fight you, Edward can’t help but admire the way your eyes light up as you gesture wildly with your hands, the way your laugh comes out as an adorable snort when you attempt to do an impression of her very flustered date.

You are so beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment in a bottle and replay it every day, for the rest of his life.

He doesn’t realise how much he’s staring until you clear your throat a little awkwardly, clearly finished with your tale. He can feel the warmth on his cheeks.

“Ah, well, I do hope you don’t have some secret boyfriend who’s going to jump out on me like that.”

He bites his lip after saying whatever the hell that was, but to his complete disbelief you laugh. Not a pity laugh, not one of discomfort, but a genuine laugh, one that’s just a little too loud, one that disturbs some of the patrons around you.

You clearly don’t care, your head thrown back as that smile, that lovely smile from his favourite picture spreads across your face. Even as you speak, uncontrollable giggles escape you.

“Oh God, can you imagine? Lucky for you, I’ve been single for a while, so don’t worry about my secret boyfriend coming in and trashing the place.”

That makes Edward laugh, much to your pleasure, and just like that, the tension in the air has dissolved. You can see Edward’s tense shoulders visibly relax, and the next few hours are spent under the warm light of the bar’s lamps, your conversations hushed and filled with longing glances, and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world that exist.

The two of you step out into the bitter cold of the evening, hands fumbling for your respective cartons of cigarettes. Your shivering hands are somehow able to summon a flame from your crappy old lighter, and the alcohol in your system, as well as the way Edward looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, warm you from the inside out. He offers you his arm and you take it maybe just a little too enthusiastically as you walk through the city streets.

When you look up at Edward, he’s already got his eyes on you, the tip of his nose pink from the late winter air. You can feel the flush spreading across your face, quickly averting your eyes to the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers.

Edward retracts his arm from yours, and you look up at him again, confused and somewhat offended. He’s shrugging his parka off his shoulders and draping it over your own before you can even comprehend what’s happening.

“You’re shivering. You might not feel cold because you’ve been drinking, but I can see the goosebumps on your arms.”

He says this so matter-of-factly. Does he not realise how romantic and thoughtful his actions are? He opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt him.

“Thank you.”

He offers you that adorable lopsided grin that accentuates just how round and soft his cheeks are.

“It’s really no problem. I don’t want you getting sick.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s just how perfect the night has been. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Before you can second-guess yourself, you’re removing the cigarette from between his lips and replacing it with a kiss.

He's stiff at first, unsure, before you feel a hesitant hand on your face, thumb caressing your cheek. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can practically see the stars in his eyes.

“...Wow.”

You suddenly feel bashful, pulling away from him completely and taking a drag from your cigarette.

“Sorry, I-”

“Why are you apologising?”

You meet his gaze again, his glasses fogged up, but not enough to conceal the way his brow knits with worry, the apprehension in his eyes.

“I don’t know, I- I should have asked first.”

He takes your hand in his own, his smile so comforting that you feel all your worries melt away almost instantaneously.

“You don’t ever have to worry about asking me something like that. The answer will always be yes.”

He kisses you again, softly, and you can taste the tobacco on his tongue, making your head spin. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, squeezing it reassuringly as he takes your breath away.

You pull away first this time, readjusting his glasses which have slipped down his nose.

“Do you want to come back to my place?”

Edward’s face goes entirely red at your suggestion, and he stumbles over his words as he tries to string together a coherent sentence.

“I- um, well...”

You smile patiently, and he returns it somewhat hesitantly.

“I’ve- I’ve really enjoyed our night together, and I, just, um... I like you so much that, ah, I don’t really think we should rush anything. You’ve had a bit to drink, and I would hate to take advantage of that.”

Your eyes sting at his rejection as you attempt to muster up a tight-lipped smile, nodding stiffly. Edward’s smile drops.

“Oh dear, I’ve upset you, haven’t I?”

When you don’t quite meet his eyes, he sighs and gently holds your hand, giving you the chance to push him away. When you don’t, he pushes a little further, holding your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“I’m not lying when I say I like you. I really do, and I would hate to rush something as important as... that... especially when you’re intoxicated. I don’t want you to have any regrets. You're too special.”

Your heart leaps at his words, and you give Edward a small smile. It was never about him, or his comfort. He’s worried that you’d regret sharing yourself with him.

“I... yeah. I guess I’m just used to guys only expecting one thing out of a date. I really like you too, Eddie.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, offering you his hand.

“Let me walk you home?”

You nod, leaning into his side.

Edward, of course, knows exactly where you live, but feigns ignorance as you take the lead back to your apartment. He'd know your building anywhere, thanks to his tendency to follow you home after work to ensure your safety, but being in front of it now, with you by his side, feels so fresh and new that it’s almost as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

It's falling apart, of course. Every building in Gotham that isn’t owned by someone extremely wealthy is. Crude graffiti adorns the crumbling brick walls, and he feels you stiffen up beside him when you notice a couple of shady guys, probably dealing drops, only a few feet away.

“It’s not exactly... the best area. Will you at least wait for your cab in my apartment? I really don’t want you getting mugged, or worse.”

Even with his impressive height, you’re worried Edward could be a target. His smart clothes definitely don’t help.

Edward can hardly believe his luck at finally being able to see the inside of your apartment. Of course, he’s seen it from outside your window when he’s perched on your fire escape late at night, but this is different. This is intimate. Even though he’d turned down your offer for sex, you’re still revealing such a personal aspect of yourself to him.

You trust him.

You lead him into the rundown building, apologising for the elevator that has been broken for months. He already knows that, but nods anyway.

“That’s okay. Five flights of stairs won’t do me any harm.”

When you finally make it inside, he perches somewhat awkwardly on your couch, his height making the piece of furniture appear ridiculously small. You curl up on the other side of the sofa, giving him his space as he books an Uber home.

The silence is thick, but comfortable. Edward is so engrossed in his phone that you’re finally given the chance to really study his features. The curve of his strong nose that holds up his glasses, the roundness of his cheeks, the softness of his jaw. The warmth of the numerous lamps scattered around your apartment light up his face with a soft glow that makes him look almost cherubic.

Edward glances at you, clearly feeling your intense gaze. He doesn’t seem anywhere near as nervous as usual, his smile relaxed.

“You okay?”

You prop your head up with your hand and nod, content.

“You’re so handsome, you know?”

His cheeks grow pink, his smile a little more shy. His voice is a whisper when he speaks.

“Thank you.”

You lapse into another comfortable silence as he returns to his phone, the smile never leaving his face. His phone chimes and he stands reluctantly.

“Cab’s nearly here...”

You walk him to the door, and he lingers for a moment.

“Can I-?”

You don’t give him time to finish, tugging him down by his collar and pressing your lips to his in another soft kiss. His hands find refuge at your waist, pulling you closer to him. You run your hands up his sides, and he reacts with a delicious shiver to your utter delight. Gathering your nerves, you tease his lower lip with a nibble, and he chases your mouth with a soft groan when you pull away from him.

You grin at his flustered state, his cheeks red and glasses fogged up, his sandy fringe ruffled beyond repair. You press one more lingering kiss to his lips before unlocking your door.

“You said your taxi’s nearly here?”

A chuckle escapes Edward, an octave lower than what you’re used to, and your knees go weak at the sound. He runs his hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses.

“You are so cruel.”

You glance down, immediately realising what he’s referencing, and giggle giddily.

“You’ll just have to wait for next time, I guess.”

He sighs, a dazed smile on his face.

“So, you want me to take you out again?”

You roll your eyes playfully, standing on your tiptoes so that your mouth is on level with his ear. You run a hand down his chest, your voice a sultry purr.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

Edward breathes out heavily through his nose and you smile innocently at him before kissing his cheek. The tension is shattered by the loud sound of his ringtone and you both jump back, the spell broken. Edward smiles apologetically at you when he answers the phone before panic spreads across his face. You can faintly hear a very angry man shouting at him on the other side of the line.

“Yes, yes! Sorry! I’ll be right there! Sorry!”

The other caller hangs up and you snort, pushing him gently out the door.

“Don’t let me keep you any longer from the most awkward ride home of your life. Are you gonna tell the driver you left him waiting so long because you were making out with your colleague?”

Edward stumbles over his words, the flush on his cheeks somehow deepening.

“I, ah, will not be doing that. Christ, I’m going to have to tip him even more than I was planning to, aren’t I?”

You giggle and Edward laughs too, giving you one last quick kiss before practically throwing himself down the stairs.

You close your door, sighing dreamily like the protagonist of a cheesy rom-com. You shoot Edward a quick text and sink onto your sofa, your heart thrumming. You'd gotten him to open up. You're going to go on another date. You kissed him. As far as first dates go, you’d chalk that up to being pretty successful.

The rest of your evening is spent texting back and forth with Edward, and when you finally roll into bed your brain is clouded with thoughts of him, his smile, the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re so focused on the image of Edward’s silly flustered smile after you kissed him for the first time that your rational thinking completely skips over one minor detail that you’ll have completely forgotten by the time you wake up.

How did he know what floor you live on?

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ticklishfiend · 2 years

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Off-Button (My Hero Academia)

Pairing : Lee!Kaminari Ler!Bakugou

A/N : oh my god who new scumbag could actually post again, it's a marvel. no but fr, i've been lurking around the tickle tags forever and reading all of yall's amazing fics and i couldn't help getting back into it, even for just one fic. this isn't tickletober, i do not have the patience for that (u guys having the willpower to make something new every single day is fucking astounding to me idk how u do it lol), but i hope u guys enjoy it anyways! as always, please like and reblog if u can bc i really appreciate the support :D enjoy!! <3

Summary : Denki is incapable of being quiet during Bakugou and Kirishima's movie night they invited him to. Bakugou can't stand it, and decides to take matters into his own hands.

Word Count : 3359

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What the absolute fuck was Spiky Hair thinking when he invited that energy filled blabber mouth to their movie night.

Denki hadn’t shut up since he got into the damn room, his mouth seemingly going for an exercise run when the movie started and he got to make his own commentary. Katsuki was hoping for a nice, relaxing time with his boyfriend, watch a horror movie or two so Eijirou would snuggle close for comfort, and just all around actually enjoy his evening.

But goddamnit if Denki wasn’t just the right man for disturbing the peace.

“Holy shit, did you see that?! That head went FLYING! It looks like someone throwing a football to a field goal! Wait, is it a field goal? Kiri, what’s the difference between a touchdown and a field goal? I’m not much of a football man, more of a baseball kinda guy. Although, I’d never turn down tickets to the Superbowl if I ever got the chance. You know they have these huge performances in the middle of the game where famous singers take over the field and just go ham?! I’d go just for that! But not if-”

Katsuki was going to become the next serial killer in a blockbuster horror movie if Denki didn’t shut his fucking mouth soon.

He glared at Eijirou, who was grinning from ear to fucking ear. Oh he did this shit on purpose. He hangs out with Sparky way more than Katsuki does, able to withstand his constant rambling in a way the short-tempered teen has never been able to understand.

It’s not that Katuski dislikes Denki, though he would never ever fucking admit that out loud. He actually finds him funny sometimes, especially when paired with Sero. The two would probably make a good stand-up duo if Denki wasn’t the type to steal the microphone away just to ramble about every stupid thought that popped into his mind.

But overall, Katuski does enjoy his company…most of the time.

“-I mean I don’t hate vegetables, but I’m not gonna pick them if I have the choice, y’know? Like if I have the choice between a beautiful bowl of pre-packaged ramen and a fucking green bean, I’m going with the ramen every single time, no question. Oh, but fruit though? That’s a whole different story-”

“Holy shit do you have a FUCKING off button?!” Katsuki shouted to Denki’s spot on the floor, feeling Eijirou give his shoulder a tight squeeze in return. Katsuki whipped his head around to find a disapproving gaze that really pissed him off. “What?! This is supposed to be a movie night, but I haven’t been able to hear the damn thing for it’s entire fucking duration! He’s ruining it!”

“You don’t have to be rude,” Eijirou whispered with a frown. Denki had fallen unusually quiet, and though they couldn’t see his face from their spots up on the couch, they knew what that meant. Katsuki knew what that meant, and damn Eijirou for giving him the ability to feel empathy for others.

Katsuki sighed through a groan, pushing himself off the couch and onto the floor next to Denki. Both were quiet, just sitting next to each other and watching the movie together in an uncomfortable silence.

“I’m sorry for ruining your movie night,” Denki mumbled into his arms which were now propped crossed on his knees. Katsuki pinched his lips together, gaze refusing to avert from the screen.

“You didn’t ruin shit, idiot,” he said, his tone much softer than before. “ Our fault for thinking you could actually be quiet for an hour and a half.”

“Katsuki,” Eijirou threatened from the couch, his inflection enough to make Katsuki realize his mistake in words.

“It was a joke, relax,” Katsuki grumbled like a teen to a scolding parent. Finally looking over at Denki, he started to feel his guilt bubbling to a boil. He cringed hard when he realized what needed to be said, feeling the words practically squirming in his chest with utter discomfort. “I’m…sorry. Okay? I’m sorry,” Katsuki rubbed his face anxiously, basically covering his mouth like it would make his words unheard. “I just like watching shit in silence, alright? Nothing personal, you moron, just…agree to disagree, I guess.”

Denki sat there for a moment. He was letting Katsuki’s apology settle in his system like swallowing a pill he’d never taken before. Bakugou…apologized to him. Actually said the word sorry, and TWICE at that. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips.

Denki launched himself at Katsuki, throwing his arms around him tightly before Katsuki had the chance to realize he was fucking hugging him. Katsuki quickly shoved him off like he had a disease, but that smile never left Denki’s face.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Sparky! This changes nothing!”

“You like me!” Denki beamed, repeatedly poking at Katsuki’s arm like it would make him realize it himself. “You said sorry, you apologized to me! Kirishima, we’ve gotta throw a party or something, bake me a cake--shit, bake Bakugou a cake! This is a real turn of events, my friends, a real turning point in our friendship if I do say so myself,” Denki sighed happily, criss-crossing his legs and facing Katsuki with a wide smile. “You like me.”

Katsuki growled at the notion. He couldn’t even deny it, the bastard was right. But he didn’t have to be so damn smug about it.

Then, like his guardian angel was sending him telepathic messages on how to fucking destory this loser, he remembered something. Something very interesting.

Last week, Sero and Denki had been roughhousing on the floor of the common rooms over something Katsuki couldn’t care less to find out about. All he knew was that Denki had been the annoying little shit he always is, and Sero was finally retaliating against it and winning. He had Denki in some weird wrestler hold, his arms held firm behind his back as he kicked and struggled and refused to apologize for whatever annoyance he had caused.

Then, there was a screech. A loud one, followed by bouts of hysterical laughter and far more thrashing than before. Sero was tickling at his ribs with his free hand, fingers never relenting from the one spot he had a firm ticklish grip on. Denki pleaded and begged, and eventually with enough persuasion, Denki apologized.

Denki is ticklish, and apparently ridiculously so. This could be helpful. This could be vital.

“I suggest you shut your mouth right now before I find that fucking off button myself,” Katsuki threatened, his eyes peering through his brow in the way a predator would before striking its prey.

“Oh c’moooon, you wouldn’t hurt your best friend, would you?” Denki creened through a grin before giggling with his tongue stuck between his teeth. Such a little shit, he was really milking this for all it’s worth.

“Not gonna hurt you, fucknuts. But I am gonna make you regret everything you just fucking said,” Katsuki growled before shoving Denki onto his back, the electric blonde letting out a confused yelp as he went down flailing. Katsuki kept his hand pressed firmly on Denki’s chest, pinning him to the floor with ease as he clambered on top.

“Woah, we turning this duo into a trio or what, KitKat?” Kirishima chided in, having been scrolling on his phone for the past minute before realizing the action that was happening right before his eyes.

“Can it, idiot. I’ve got business to attend to here,” Katsuki growled before turning back to Denki with an evil grin. “You ticklish, Sparkplug?”

Denki’s eyes went wide before immediately throwing his arms around himself to protect his torso. “Nope.”

“Ohoho really? You seem awfully nervous for someone who ain’t ticklish,” Katsuki wiggled his fingers in the air menacingly, like a predator about to strike. “And if I recall correctly, Sero had you pretty fuckin’ beat the other day after you tried your luck annoying the shit outta him too.”

Denki’s lips pressed together tightly, the corners wobbling in a vain attempt to keep from giggling already. He shook his head vehemently. “No idea what you’re talking about,” his words came out quick, curling his lips under his teeth as soon as his talking ceased.

“Oh yeah? Well how ‘bout I jog your memory a bit; get that pea-brain of yours back up to speed, huh?” Katsuki slowly moved his wiggling fingers down towards Denki’s sides, the electric blonde unable to keep his giggles in any longer as they flowed out of him through puffs of air through his nose and a bouncing chest filled with butterflies. He swatted slapping hands at Katsuki's quickly, trying to both fight back while also protecting himself at the same time. His elbows stayed glued to his ribs while his hands uselessly bat at the weapons of mass destruction easing towards his torso.

“No, nonono nohoho wahahait,” he giggled nervously, having yet to even be tickled but unable to keep it at bay any longer.

“Nah, it’s too late for that shit,” Katsuki growled before finally striking, fingers pinching strategically at the boy’s sides right below his ribs. Denki screeched, back arching and legs kicking out behind his tormenter as he reached down to grip Katsuki’s wrists and try to push them away, but it was futile. Giggles poured from him with ease, interlaced with squeals when Katsuki’s fingers came just a bit too close to his ribs for comfort.

“Ahahaha! Wahahait, c’mohohon! Dohohon’t!” Denki shook his head, trying to find any relief from that torturously funny sensation Katsuki delivered to him through gentle pinches and scribbles.

That was another thing throwing Denki completely for a loop; Bakugou was being so gentle. He expected rough digging, hard squeezes that would leave him gasping for air and swirling punches. But instead he got agonizingly tame, insanely ticklish pinches that had him already nearly pleading for mercy.

“Don’t? Please, you asked for this as soon as you tried fucking with me. I was even being nice to you before, idiot. But noooo, you just had to keep poking the damn bear, didn’t you?” Katsuki emphasized his metaphor by sporadically poking all over Denki’s torso, at his belly, then his sides, up to his ribs, and even his chest, which Denki didn’t know could feel as ticklish as it did.

Denki giggled hysterically, squirming like a worm with his arms pulled close, basically giving up the fight and letting Katsuki do as he pleases. He knew he wouldn’t win if he tried, so he might as well let it happen until Bakugou tires himself out with it.

That is, until, Katsuki’s thumbs found their way into the hollows of Denki’s armpits. Denki squealed loudly, his heels digging hard into the carpet with every kick as his head turned to try and smush his red face into the floor beside him.

“Oh, sweet spot, huh?” Katsuki grinned, thumbs practically glued to that little spot under Denki’s arms that kept the boy cackling and squirming like crazy. “You seeing this, Kiri? Think he’s gonna keep messing with me after this?”

Eijirou chuckled, phone now beside him on the couch as he enjoyed the show before him. “Oh definitely. Guy’s a glutton for punishment.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see about that after I’m done with him.”

Denki blushed deeply, turning his head towards Kiri and opening a single eye as best he could with his face all scrunched in laughter. “Kirihihieehehe! Pleheheease! Hehehelp me!” he gasped for air through giggles, talking through his hysteria quite the difficult task. “Mahahake him stohohop!”

“Oh no, absolutely not. You got what’s coming to you, gigglebox, and I’m not interfering with him when he’s like this,” Eijirou couldn’t help but laugh along, the boy’s laughter too contagious to help it.

“You could always help me, y'know? Cause you already know what I’ll do to you if you don’t, gigglebox,” Katsuki sent Eijirou a wicked smile, fingers still tickling the boy under him relentlessly. Eijirou blushed, before getting up from the couch with a sigh.

“Sorry, Denks, nothing personal,” he apologized with a giggle, obviously not sorry in the slightest. He sat down above Denki’s head, giving his hair a little tussle.

“Nohoho! You dohohon’t hahahave to do thihis!” Denki’s squirming increased before letting in a big gasp of air as Katsuki’s assault finally relented, though his arms stayed glued tightly to his sides. “C’mohon, man, we’re friehehends!”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re friends, man. And no, I don’t have to do this,” Kiri grinned before grabbing Denki’s wrists, trying to pull them up above his head. Denki tried hard to keep them down, unable to keep the giggles to himself in pure anticipation, repeating “nonononohoho!” as he felt Kiri winning the fight for his hands. They came to a standstill when his hands were near his face, Denki pulling hard to keep them down. “But I kinda want to, y’know?” Kiri giggled, giving Katsuki a look. “A little help, love?”

“No problem,” Katsuki smiled before bringing his fingers up to flutter softly at Denki’s neck and ears. Denki squealed, high-pitched giggles escaping as he struggled to keep his strength, too focused now on trying to protect his neck with his shoulders. This allowed Kiri to finally pull his arms up above his head and pin them there by the wrists, Denki whining loudly and kicking his legs out in protest.

“Plehehease! I’m sorry, okahay, don’t tickle mehehee!” He pleaded, bringing his knees up to drum against Katsuki’s back.

“Don’t care, didn’t ask,” Katsuki said before bringing his fingers down to flutter softly against Denki’s armpits through his shirt, the boy squealing and screaming out a “no!” in response before falling helplessly into giggles and cackles. “Plus, this is kinda fun.”

His fingers fluttered and spidered for a while, relishing in Denki’s frantic laughter. Katsuki got bored of the flutters after a while, switching to pinching up and down Denki’s ribcage with gentle precision.

“Nohohoho! I cahahahan’t, mahahan, plehehease! It tihihickles!” Denki shoved his face into his now raised arm, trying to muffle his giggles and hide his flushed face.

“Damn right it tickles, I’m tickling you,” Katsuki looked at Eijirou with a mocking shake of the head and a sigh. “This fuckin’ guy, amirite?”

“His face is so red, man. I think he’s embarrassed ~,” Kiri cooed down towards Denki’s face, giggling at the squeal his words brought.

“I’m nohohot! I’m nohohohot!” Denki shook his head into his arm, squirming even harder and screaming as one of Katsuki’s hands came up to flutter at the open side of his neck, the other still preoccupied at his ribs.

“He’s tryna deny it, Kiri,” Katsuki tsked before bringing his face closer to Denki’s. “You know what we do to liars around here?”

“Nohoho!” Denki cried, not sure if he was replying to Katsuki’s teasing question or just yelling out his preferred word to cry out in ticklish agony.

“Weeeeee…” Katsuki paused both his sentence and his tickling, his hands standing still in the spots they were last playing with. Denki continued to giggle through his panting breath, body tense in anticipation and eyes squeezed shut tight. Seconds passed and still, nothing. Curiosity killed the cat, but Denki couldn’t help opening one of his eyes hesitantly and looking up at Katsuki’s wicked grin.

Then, he screamed when Katsuki’s hands shot down quickly to squeeze at his hips, falling yet again into helpless cackles. “...tikitikitikitikitickle them!”

“Ahahahaha gohohohod! Thahat’s sohoho- pppffttt hahahaha! -stuhuhupihihid!” Denki shook his head in protest, kicking and bucking his hips like he could knock off his tickler with one good throw. Obviously it didn’t work, and Katsuki continued to tickle him while staying put like he was riding a bull.

“Oh, you callin’ me stupid now? Do you really think that’s the smartest move to make when I’ve got you squealing like a little girl for saying some stupid shit earlier?’”

“I juhuhust said- gahahahaha nohoho! -thahat you lihihike mehehee!”

“Yeah and how did that turn out for you?” Katsuki asked before scribbling his hands over Denki’s waist, the boy screeching and giggling frantically in response.

“Bahahahad! Sohoho bahahahd!”

“That’s what I thought,” Katsuki grinned before going back to poking around Denki’s belly, a much easier task now that Denki’s flailing arms were out of the equation. “How’s about we find that little off button we discussed earlier, huh? Maybe we can finally get you to shut your trap for once.”

Eijirou giggled with a shake of his head. “You are so mean, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love it,” Katsuki looked at Denki’s face, grinning at the blush he wore and the giant smile overtaking his features and making his nose scrunch up all cutely. “And from the looks of it, so does this little guy. You enjoyin’ yourself up there, dumbass?”

Denki’s belly bounced through his giggles, much softer than before now that he was just being poked at, but still frantic as his belly was very ticklish. “Nohoho!”

“I think that’s the word of the day. ‘No, no, no,’ it’s all you’ve said since we started this shit. You mean that? You want us to stop? Cause hey, say the word and playtime’s over, Sparkplug.”

For the first time since their little tickle fest started, Denki had nothing to say. Just a response of happy giggles and an even brighter blush that he yet again tried hiding in his arm.

“Well would you look at that! Seems like our friend here has some sense after all,” Katsuki smiled up at Eijirou, who rolled his eyes fondly. The redhead already knew Denki didn’t mind the tickles as much as he loved to claim he did, so he wasn’t surprised in the least to find him happily allowing them to continue the torment.

Katsuki’s pokes never ceased, like they were still on the hunt. “So, about that off button…” He hummed curiously, his pokes traveling all around his belly, sides, and ribs like in a search. “Oh, I know. How about riiiiiight…here!” He stuck his finger in Denki’s bellybutton, scratching and poking at it gently but very obviously efficiently, as the blonde under him let out a loud squeal before his laughs fell silent. Just a bouncing chest and belly with occasional gasps for air to prove he was still laughing up a storm on the inside.

“Hehey, I think you found it! See, he’s gone all quiet now!” Eijirou boasted, looking down at Denki’s hysterical expression with a chuckle.

“Well ain’t that a relief,” Katsuki said, eyebrows shooting up when Denki’s cackles and shrieks returned in a wild new wave. “Guess we know how to shut him up now. Just a little tickle right in this off-button and we’ve got a nice night of peace and quiet,” he said with a hint of sarcasm, as Denki’s laughter had never been louder than now.

Finally, Katsuki’s assault ceased, giving Eijirou a nod to let his arms go. Denki brought them down over his belly protectively, rolling over on his side to curl into a ball of giggles when Katsuki got off and sat next to him.

“So, you still think I like you, numbnuts?” Katsuki asked, grinning proudly as his boyfriend rubbed Denki’s back.

“Ehehe…yeah, kinda,” Denki looked at Katsuki over his shoulder. “I mean, you did just have a tickle fight with me, man. Not really something non-friends do with each other.”

“Hey, not a tickle fight. I didn’t see you getting any jabs in there, did I?” Katsuki said with a poke to Denki’s side, the boy flinching with a yelp before scooting closer to Eijirou like he’d protect him from mean ‘ole Bakugou.

“Fine, a tickle attack then. Either way…” Denki tilted his head with a smug expression, a smile still very present on his face. “...you totally like me.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes before getting up and plopping himself back on the couch, grabbing his phone to scroll like nothing happened. “Whatever, idiot. Just know who you’re messing with.”

Denki giggled, looking up at Kirishima who shook his head with a fond smile. “Trust me, I am very well aware.”

There was a comfortable silence between the three of them before they all seemed to realize at the same time, it wasn’t actually silent in the room.

The movie was still on.

“Oh fucking hell you’ve gotta be KIDDING ME-“

. . .

A/N : hope y'all enjoyed! im working on another fic rn but don't plan on that coming out super soon, y'all know how long it takes me to write sometimes and i've kinda been drowning in schoolwork lately. college is truly a different experience LMAO. anyways, much love y'all imma go do some homework and hopefully get some sleep tonight.

#tickle fic #my fic #tickling #tickle community #mha tickles #mha tickling #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #anime tickles #anime tickling #bakugou katsuki #denki kaminari #eijirou kirishima #ler!bakugou #lee!denki #ler!katsuki #lee!kaminari

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aceymazy · 6 months

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Could you write an Orpheus x reader fic where the two of them are unknowingly pinning over each other? Have a wonderful day/night too!

OMG. yes. tysm.

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+ Halloween special?? (it dosent have any halloween things. i actually planned to post this yesterday)

Pairing: Orpheus (IDV) x GN! Reader

Warnings: None really, just some oblivious mess of a fic lol. And some grammar mistakes ofc

Word count: Idk man i aint counting this shit... (i only know this is probably my longest work yet...)

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You arrived at the manor a few weeks prior, and so far, it's been nice. Most of the other survivors were nice, teamwork for matches were there, (even if sometimes it didnt really work out and you and the 3 others had a shameful lose.) it felt better than your old life to be precise.

But there was this one survivor that had peaked your interest. That survivor being none other than Orpheus himself. He was a quiet individual, sure, but whenever he spoke his voice felt like silk, something you could listen to for hours and hours without a stop.

You wanted to get closer to him, to get to know him better. But you didnt want to come off as rude or obnoxious. So you did what any other normal person would do who's afraid of making the first move. You wrote a letter.

The handwriting was 'neat' in youre opinion, the contents... probably okay. You were just waiting for his response.

You werent sure that if he took you up on the offer to be friends, or he would just nit-pick your wording and grammar, but your heart told you it's worth a shot.

And indeed was it worth it.

At first it was obvious he was hesitant to meet, but after a few meetings/'hang outs' as you called it, he realized you werent so bad after all.

You two quickly clicked. You two had similar interests, similar type of 'humor', and it just felt so perfect for you.

And you hoped it would be the same feeling for him too.

"[Y/N]?"

You're head perked up as you heard his beautiful voice. Your name rolling perfectly off his tounge.

"Yes, Orpheus?"

You question.

God, how much he loved your voice.

At first he wasn't that much of a fan of you, but now, he would do anything to just merely be in your presence.

"I have a question for you."

You raise an eyebrow at that. What does he have to know?

"Hit me."

You respond

"What is youre favourite color?"

"Uh... [Favourite color]. Why?"

"Oh nothing. I was just curious."

He responds.

In reality, he just wants to learn about you. Anything in general.

Whatever you say he memorizes. Or writes it down somewhere. It may sound stalker-ish but when you're stuck in a manor where you're being hunted down by monsters and where you might go nuts, it dosen't really matter.

And most of the days just went like this. Orpheus or you popping up in eachothers spaces to ask questions about eachother, or just talk.

The other survivors were practically begging you to get together with Orpheus, appearently you and him are 'All over eachother', which is not true!

You two only hang out. And talk all the time. And team up during matches. And save eachother without a second thought even if it meant one of you'd lose the match. And share food with eachother-

Okay now thats pretty sus in reality...

And that's when you realized for once. (And finally.)

You like... No. You love Orpheus.

After you realized... you... kind of kept a distance between him and you.

You just didnt know what to do with these new feelings. They are foreign. New. Whatever you want to call it, but its not familiar.

And of course, this action did not go unnoticed by Orpheus, see, he is a really attentive person, he 'knows these stuff', as you told him once

Whenever he called your name, or even tried to get in your personal space, you moved away or just simply ignored him.

Which did not sit right with him at all.

You two got along so well, what happend?

Did he do something wrong?

Did he offend you with something he said?

He knows he can be blunt but did he hurt you??

Needless to say he was confused. Very confused.

So one day, he decided to write a letter.

If he wrote you didnt have a chance to runaway... right?

And the letter was... detailed. Way too detailed.

He wrote about his worries that he offended you, he asked why are you ignoring him and if he did something wrong, and he said he misses you.

When you read the letter that got pushed trough the small space under your door, you didnt know how to take it.

Did this mean he likes you too? Or what does this mean..?

Let's say you wrote a letter back. But you were way bolder.

You poured out your heart into that letter, you told him how much your heart aches whenever you cant see him, but you realized these strange feelings that kept bugging you.

That you love his silky voice, whenever he talks it felt like a lullaby to you that you could just sleep on without a care in the world.

And when HE read the letter he was flabbergasted. No better or worse word to describe it.

After thinking deeply and reading your letter over and over again, he realized it too.

What he felt inside his stomach whenever you two were close wasn't only friendship. It was love.

He finally realized, you did too.

So he wrote a letter back, again.

Confessing that he felt the same, and that you two should meet up already because he misses you.

In the end... You two confessed the same way you two's friendship started to bloom.

#i have no idea how pining works in reality #i also dont know how to tag #idv x reader #idv #idv dating hcs #idv headcanons #hcs #idv scenarios #idv fanfic #idv fanfiction #scenarios #idv orpheus #idv orpheus x reader #idv novelist #fanfiction #eugenestutters

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p-taryn-dactyl · 1 year

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Oh oh oh, what about a stargate fic where the reader is given like a truth serum off world and they end up blurting their feelings for Daniel? But like as well as really random stuff they would never say out loud (idk like 'teal'c you have really good arms' 'Carter, you always smell amazing', 'Jack I know I roll my eyes at your jokes but they're actually hilarious' - im really sorry these were the first things that popped into my head)?

a/n: no don’t apologize, i love this and those quotes so much! I hope you enjoy this <3

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): …none? fluff levels that could be dangerous however (title in no way indicates this will have angst, i just love lizzo)

In hindsight, taking the cup from the Ancestral Leader in a world that valued truth wasn’t your brightest moment. You hesitantly took a sip of the swirling purple liquid that was shining in a way which should’ve made you nervous. The flavor burst on your tongue and your eyes widened, quickly gulping down half of the glass. You felt strangely relaxed, leaning back on one hand while the other swirled the cup in a fancy fashion. You and the rest of SG-1, along with the elders of this planet, were sitting around a low table, cushions lining the floor for comfort. A slight haze filled the outskirts of your vision but you brushed it off.

“Young Y/N, how does our totuus fare on your Terran tongue?” The name of the drink sparked something in Daniel, the archeologist sitting up straight with a cautionary expression on his face. Smiling, you laughed slightly.

“It’s absolutely delicious, Elder Myrsky, I express my thanks,” something bubbled in your mind and you found yourself blurting it out, “It’s almost as amazing as your fashion taste.”

The table went quiet, the Elder flushing slightly as he brushed his deep crimson robes with his hands. Teal’c looked at you inquisitively, his stoic face showing slight signs of concern. Sam smiled into her cup, Jack cleared his throat, and Daniel looked as if he had figured something out.

“Thank you, Young Y/N, your compliment brings me much joy,” The Elder smiled at you before waving for food to be served. Daniel looked in his cup before poking the food on his plate with the utensils given. He looked at you then looked at the Elder.

“Elder Myrsky, what exactly did you serve Y/N?”

The Elder paused his conversation with another Leader, looking at Daniel with confusion in his eyes. Jack paused from taking his drink, looking at his friend before sniffing his cups content.

“I thought I already named it? Totuus is our drink of truth, do you not have the equivalent in your world?”

“Not..exactly,” Daniel murmured before taking his glasses off to squeeze the bridge of his nose and then putting them back on, “You gave Y/N a truth serum?”

The words shot through you, making you choke on the totuus you were about to gulp down. Oh no, oh-

“Shit.” You exclaimed, before slapping a hand over your mouth and looking apologetically at Jack, who just waved you off, stuffing his face with food before hesitating. He swallowed and pointed at the food on his plate.

“Will this…?”

Myrsky seemed to understand his question, smiling at the Colonel.

“No, the totuus is only given to one who hides the most.”

Your team all simultaneously turned their heads to look at you. You turned your attention to your plate, pushing your food in an attempt to ignore their stares. Finally, after a few minutes, you sighed and laughed nervously, looking up.

“Oh come on, I don’t have anything to hide,” you scratched the back of your neck, “It’s not like I love Daniel or anything or think that I would 100% let Teal’c crush me with his thighs?”

You felt your face heat up as you registered what you just said. Blinking once, you groaned, covering your face with your hands. You felt Daniel’s eyes boring into you and you heard Sam’s snicker.

“Can you..repeat that please?” Came Jack’s totally innocent tone.

“What, Teal’c has nice thighs. And arms. He has really nice arms.” You whispered the last part, despite the voice in your head screaming at you to shut the hell up. Jack snorted and you parted your fingers to peer through them, watching as Teal’c sent a smug look at Daniel before once more steeling his expression, bringing an arm to lean on the table, muscle bulging.

“That’s nice to know, and I agree, but let’s rewind that to what you said first.”

“...I love Daniel…” You whispered. The Elder nodded his head, saying something about how the drink's effect would wear off now that you had admitted it. Sam let out a cheer, making you look up at her.

“General Hammond owes me fifty bucks,” she said triumphantly, before looking at you with an expression that worried you, “So, Y/N, anything you want to say about the Colonel or me? To get it out of your system before the drink closes us off from your wonderful thoughts?”

Jack nodded, snapping and pointing at you expectantly.

“Guys, come on, stop it-” Daniel started but you interrupted him.

“Carter you always smell amazing which is weird because most of the time we’re running for our life, how do you find the time to smell like freshly picked mint? It’s not fair. But remember that one time I was in the med wing and you brought me cookies? I couldn’t eat them, it was like chomping on concrete but I crumbled them up and fed them to the nonexistent fish in Jack’s pond and never told you because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings because you were so happy to give me baked goods.”

Sam raised her eyebrows before shaking her head, chuckling slightly. You turned your attention to Jack.

“About that pond, we all know there’s no fish in there Jack but I still say yes everytime you offer because you always look so relaxed sitting in the really rusty lawn chair that you really need to fix before you injure yourself and it’s really nice. Also, you can’t sing. At all. Please stop trying to become the next Madonna because it’s never going to happen.”

Jack looked appreciative before changing to a faux insulted expression.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly, well as smoothly as a meal can get with you blurting out random thoughts every few minutes. After securing a scientific and military alliance with the Karelian people, your team crossed through the Stargate. Once you crossed the horizon, you felt a gentle grip on your elbow, leading you towards the med bay. Daniel had a determined expression on his face, his brow furrowed and blue eyes set in front of him.

“Whoa, whoa,” you said, halting in the hallway once your mind caught up to your movement, “you just sped past the General! And I’m fine, Daniel, Dr. Frasier doesn’t need to see me immediately.”

Daniel paused to stand in front of you, bringing his hand up to count on his fingers.

“One, I’m not in the military, legally Hammond can’t do anything to me. Two, you are not fine, you just had an equivalent of a neurotoxin in your system and three, that’s breaking protocol so yes, she does have to see you immediately.” He turned around and started walking, thinking you would follow him. But you stood still, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. He once more stopped and turned to face you a few feet ahead. There was tension until he sighed, running his hand through his hair, returning to stand right in front of you. When he made eye contact, you saw the vulnerability shining.

“Do you really love me?”

You smiled, stepping closer to him, reaching out to hold his hand.

“You think I would admit my appreciation for Teal’c thighs if I wasn’t forced to tell the absolute truth?”

Daniel snorted, a smile growing on his face. Normally, you avoided complete eye contact, but when his eyes met yours, you found yourself unable to look away.

“I love you Daniel, not just as a friend, and I completely understand if you don’t-”

“I love you too!”

The archeologist blurted out, his face turning red. You, in turn, felt heat rise on your face as you stuttered out a response.

“That’s nice, thanks. I mean-”

You heard a bellowing laugh behind you and turned to see Teal’c clutching his stomach next to Jack and Sam, who looked amused by your words and shocked at Teal’c reaction. Jack wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Can you two just kiss already? We need to debrief.” Came the exasperated voice of General Hammond, who was standing behind Sam, Jack, and Teal’c, arms crossed over his chest with an amused expression.

Who were you to go against orders?

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this and that it was okay!!

#daniel jackson #daniel jackson x reader #sg1 #stargate sg1 #sg1 team x reader #jack o'neill #samantha carter #teal’c #general hammond

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 1 year

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✿Hi! I hope you enjoy this fic! Please remember to reblog, like, and leave a nice comment. Follow me, and maybe you’ll see more nice stuff, idk I can’t tell you what to do. But I’d appreciate it! More stuff pinned to my page! Kay bye!

Show you off Pt. 1

pairing: modern!Eddie x Sinclair sister

warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering(fem) receiving, masturbation, light angst, mentions of racist comments. A very horny Eddie Munson because that’s how much he loves his girl. Minors DNI

word count: 2k

a/n: HIIIIII MUTHA FUCKAS DID YOU MISS MEEE? (Lizzo voice)

Sometimes Eddie wonders how she got so lucky to be with someone like Devina Sinclair. Hawkins High School was anything but wonderful, especially for people like them. A Black girl, with a love for books and a nerdy chaotic metalhead. Eddie had no interest in books, unless it was fantasy, but more specifically The Hobbit. Devina had no interest in metal, maybe soft rock, or R&B; unlike most couples that had nothing in common, they were able to meet each other in the middle.

Eddie had taught Devina how to play guitar all summer long back in high school, the boys were getting jealous that he was spending more of his time with her, than with his actual band. “Well if you two had girlfriends, maybe you wouldn't have to wait for me all the time.” He would tease them, but he was right, the way Gareth and Jeff explained it, Eddie practically saved them from the vultures like some God in fifth grade. They had been stuck to his side ever since, eventually they went their separate ways after high school.

No matter how much she tried to coax him, Eddie still took no interest in books, but he loved it when she read to him. They’d lay in bed together, their bodies tangled, the curtains drawn, and her soft feminine voice lulled him to sleep like a baby every time. It was on a day like this when Eddie learned his baby could sing, and boy could she sing her ass off. Once she thought he was sleeping, her voice would shift into a hushed humming of whatever song popped into her head.

“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.” She sang quietly, while stroking Eddie’s hair, his eyes popped open, but he didnt move. Radiohead is one of his favorite bands, but he’s sure he hasn’t mentioned that before.

“Okay, two questions: 1. Who the hell taught you that song, and 2. When did you start singing? I need to know this information.” Eddie sat up from his spot between her thick thighs, suddenly he had the energy of a golden retriever.

“No one taught me that song, I’ve been a fan for a while, and I’ve alway been a singer…just in my own time. I thought you knew this?” Devina giggled when Eddie's eyes widened as large as plate saucers, his lips pulled back into a wide bright smile, and his brown eyes watched her with a mischievous look in them.

“No Eddie.” Devina began to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him closely so that she couldn't get away.

“Please Please Please come on stage tonight Vina. I want to show the world how amazing you are, you deserve it.” His voice lowered into a whisper, and his bottom lids brimmed with tears. He does this to her every time he has to ask her to do something she’ll most likely say no to. She doesn't cave in right away, after a while though she ends up saying yes.

He loves showing off his girl, any chance he gets Eddie brings her up in all of his interviews, or just regular conversation. When he does live shows she'd be standing directly in the front supporting him, and at the end of the shows Eddie would always shout her out. If he was more tech savvy he would probably post you all the time, but just watching you scroll through Instagram made him feel overwhelmed.

“Eddie dont give me that look, I’m sure your fans care nothing about me, they didn't pay to see me. They paid for Eddie Munson.” Devina groaned, some of his fans already gave her an ear full over social media. At one point it had gotten so bad that she had to just turn her comments off on all platforms. When you live in a bubble like Devina, one isn't quite aware of how shitty the world is until something happens directly to you.

“Babe, you know I don’t care what those people say, I love you.” Eddie proclaimed, he claimed on top of her, and held her arms above her head. His face leaned in closer to her, their lips grazing each other, she could smell the sweet scent of raspberries from the cheesecake they scarfed down a little over an hour ago.

“Yeah, but I care, Eddie, the things they say…they’re saying them to me, not you.” Devina argued, she knew he was hurt by some of the fans behavior, the way he saw it, Devina is an extension of him. However, there’s only so much of the insults that he could directly relate to, like the racist comments for example. She could recall a few times people have commented under her post with Eddie, calling her different variations of a “Fat monkey”, but she’s never told him about those.

“Baby girl…I know what it’s like to be bullied, the only reason why I wasn't thrown in trash cans in high school is because I hit a growth spurt by the time I reached 10th grade. That, and people thought I was using DnD to cast spells and summon the Devil. That’s not the point though.” Eddie took a breath, the warm air fanning out over Devina’s face, she remained quiet, he got deep in thought during conversations like this.

“For a while I’ve been letting you deal with these issues on your own, I guess I just didn't want to make you feel like I was babying you. But that’s about to change right now, you’re my girl, my love, my life. I guess what I’m saying is, I got your back Devina Sinclair. There is no way you’re going to be sitting back in my shadow when you’ve got your own sunshine. So please, please, pretty please, sing for me tonight.” Eddie begged, his hands slid down her arms to cup her round face, Devina brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.

“Only if you promise to be on stage with me?” she tried to bargain, though Eddie didn’t need much convincing from her, whatever Devina asked for the answer is always yes. Her hands slid underneath his undershirt, she lightly drug her nails down his stomach. He’s been in the gym a lot more than usual over the past few months, Devina is starting to notice how much more his muscles have become more defined. She’s not mad at it at all, she loved her DnD king either way.

“Sweetheart you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I do it, yes, I’ll be on stage with you.” Eddie moaned lightly as Devina's hands reached into his boxers, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly she stroked him, Eddie trailed kisses from her lips, down her neck, and down between her breasts. He placed one hand next to her head to hold him up, and the other hand reached between her panties. Two of Eddie's fingers gently slipped into the warmth of her flower, which was already slick with her natural sap.

“Look at you, fucking perfect. And you’re all mine, isn't that right Devina.” Eddie cooed, his fingers slipped out, slipped over her clit, and back in one more time before he pulled himself out of his boxers.

“Fuck Eddie, yes I’m only yours.” She moaned as he slid into her slowly, Eddie fucking Munson, a monster of a dick if she did say so herself. He’s probably the biggest she’s ever had, and the best. Always so careful as to not hurt her, always knowing the right way to please her, he knew her body language like no other. The girth of him stretched her deliciously, he leaned back a little to get the right angle which had Devina’s back arching deeply. One leg at his side, and her other held in the air as Eddie gripped her ankle.

“That’s right baby, keep fucking squeezing me, I love it.” He moaned gruffly, nothing turned him on more than watching how Devina keeps herself healthy for him. Not that she was on a strenuous diet or anything, because he loved how soft, and plushy she is. But he knew that she liked to do a lot of self care, and beauty stuff. The bathroom is filled with fancy feminin hygiene products, and the fridge is packed with lots of fruits, and veggies. She keeps everything waxed, soft, and clean. His Devina is soft from the inside out, perfect, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

“Devina sweetheart, this pussy is gonna kill me one of these days, you want me to come inside you baby? Say it out loud for me.”

“You know I want your cum baby, please, I love it when you fill me up.” The sound of her soft pleads, caressed Eddie's ears, and sent a shiver down his spine. There’s something so…mischievous about Devina, she has this side of her that is angelic, sweet. Then there are times she will say the nastiest things to him in private only to be heard by him. It drove him wild, the way she interacts with others, versus the way she interacted with him, it’s like she’s two different people.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.” Eddie lowered himself onto her, the weight of him pressing Devina further into the bed, both her legs up over his shoulders, and their breathing escalated as he began to pound into Devina at a steady rhythm.

“Just like that baby, give me all that dick!” Devina shouted into Eddie's ear, he loved to hear her like this, not a single care in the world. Her words encouraged him further as he dug into her plush soft lips as far as he could go. Suddenly the thought of Devina with a large pregnant belly sparked in his mind, a sensation of butterflies rippling through his stomach brought him closer to an intense orgasam.

“Fuck Devina, I wanna give you every-fucking-thing. Can I do that, baby?” Eddie groaned, so close already, he couldn’t handle holding on any more. Her lips sucked gently on the base of her neck, and then trailed kissed up to his earlobe where she nibbled, flicked with her tongue.

“Give it to me baby.” Devina whispered lustfully, at the same time Eddie pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrusted back into her with all his might. His creamy hot load came spilling out into Devina, Their groans, and whines of pleasure mixed together as Eddie continued to pump in her, the gooey feeling becoming somewhat addicting. He had to do this again tonight, and the thought of it would never leave his mind until then.

The both of them laid there like that, arms, and legs tangled around each other. The air of their breathing, mixed with the scent of sex lingered in the room. Even when Eddie went soft again, they continued to lay like that until Devina had fallen asleep, and he really didn't want to wake her. After that they both needed a shower.

“You go first, if I go in with you this time, I won't make it to tonight's show.” Eddie chided, Davina giggled, kissed him on the lips, and rolled out of bed. Before she could get too far away, he turned over, and smacked her on the ass watching the way her cheeks jiggle. He ran his fingers through his curly hair getting turned on all over again, so he did what he always did when he got horny, and Devina wasn't around. He leaned back onto the bed, and wrapped his hand around himself, he closed his eyes imagining Devina on top of him with her round pillowy butt cheeks bouncing on him. He had endless lewd and explicit photos of Devina on his phone, but was too lazy to reach for it. Instead he reached for the pair of discarded cotton panties she just took off. A fresh musk scent left behind, and a tiny wet stain in the center.

“Shit this girl is gonna be the death of me.” Eddie moaned as he continued to stroke himself, though he wished this could last longer, he made quick work of it. After a few more pumps with his hand, Eddie is coming again into his hand, but it wasn't as quite exciting as coming into Devina.

“Alright rock star, showers all yours.” She appeared out of a haze of shower steam like a goddess, Eddie felt his dick jump, clearly it thought that they were going to get some more pussy. As much as he would like to comply, priorities must be at the top of the list. He sighed heavily, but still dragged himself out of bed, and got ready for his night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x curvy!black!reader #eddie munson x black!oc #sinclair!reader

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bowtiepastabitch · 5 months

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Y'all remember this post about bratty Aziraphale?

I started a fic last week but idk if I have it in me to write actual smut right now, so have the intro as a suggestive ficlet instead:

He’s not sure where it started.

Crowley had certainly never wanted to do him harm, in all their years dancing around each other, but oh did he have a penchant for the dramatic. And if that drama involved shoving Aziraphale rather threateningly into walls and tables and such, commingling their breath and quickening the angel’s pulse, well, he wasn’t about to complain.

He’d first noticed his corporation’s, err, response in Rome.

It had been a rather delightful day outside, the kind that poets could prattle on about for hours without cease, but even more lovely by far had been his lunch with Crowley. The oysters had been incredible, of course, but he’d missed Crowley in the years since the crucifixion, even if he was a bit tetchy at the moment. The demon had been irked about something all day, and Aziraphale was determined to find out what. So after their meal, he’d suggested they take a walk. No one could be angry about going on a walk on such a sunny day. Well, nearly no one.

“What’ss the point in dragging me all the way out here anyway, angel?”

“Oh, no point at all, my dear. Just fancied a stroll. Good stretch of the legs.”

“Uh huh, yeah. I believe that.”

Aziraphale smiled.

“Not everything has to have ulterior motives, you know.”

“Course it does. I’m not an idiot.”

“Oh calm down, I never said-”

All of a sudden there is a hand at his neck and his breath is cut short as his body slams against the stone wall behind him. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for him to release what air was left in his lungs with a surprised gasp. Two of Crowley’s fingers curl up around his jaw, forcing his head up and leaving his throat exposed, and his golden eyes seem to burn.

“Don’t. Tell me. To calm down.” His voice is low and taut, with the slightest hum of a growl, and Aziraphale’s skin prickles.

The rough-hewn stone digs into the small of his back, and Crowley’s body is so close he can feel the demon’s exhale tingling on his lips. Despite the warmth of the day, the hand is cool against the naked skin of his throat, and he can feel his heart beating erratically under the press of his thumb. He wonders if Crowley can feel it too, if he’s counting out the frantic pulse. He takes a shuddering breath.

“Crowley, I don’t think this is necessary.”

Good. His voice sounds much more composed than he feels, though he can’t put a name to exactly what he’s feeling. Crowley hisses in response but pulls his hand away, and Aziraphale stumbles forward slightly. The world seems unsteady and his knees wobble ever so slightly, but he tamps down on the feeling and looks the demon resolutely in the eye.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you really needn’t…”

“S’nothing, angel. Nothing for you to worry about, anyway.”

He turns then, and stalks off, hips swaying ever so slightly as he goes. Not that Aziraphale is looking. A strange but oddly familiar warmth is settled at his core, and though he feels thoroughly shaken up and still a bit worried, it doesn’t feel altogether bad. He touches his throat softly, the phantom of pressure remaining, and surprises himself with a stifled moan. That’s new.

(Hi, authors note popping in to say I've written a lot of emotions but lust is NOT one of them. If this sucks, I'm sorry.)

#good omens ficlet #good omens fanfiction #mild smut #good omens #sad_dyke writes

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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the right moment; jun x reader

request: This came out of nowhere but it popped in my head so i needed to send it. Basically i was thinking of a medium?? (honestly do whatever size you feel comfortable with but please don’t have it be super short) sized fic request with 5, 15, and 18 from your promptlist with only fluff and do it for Jun from Seventeen (not a shock since it's from me) but i was thinking it could be about Junhui and his partner (writing them as gender neutral or she/her works fine!!) and how junhui has been trying to get himself to propose for a few days yet he is nervous and also he isn't being low-key about it AT ALL (keeps rubbing his fingers over their ring finger and is happy yet nervous yet loving yet stressed which his partner notices because they know each other like the back of their hands) so basically by his third try/day his partner kinda expects it but isn't sure if they are 100% right about it plus he doesn’t even realize so once he makes this plan for a amazing date to happen the next day and he is finally ready... his partner is just slightly waiting for the proposal as they enjoy their date but at the same time isn't fully focused on it even if they know about it because they are truly so so fond of him and find him truly so lovable even without the proposal thoughts that they basically forget yet because of that they almost reveal they might know the plan and almost ruin the wedding proposal (by saying something random that reveals they know) without thinking but then before they actually accidentally could, they get shocked by junhui (in some way?? Idk how but he does something shockingly romantic and/or something big happens that he planned) so they don’t ruin anything and they can't help but be 1000% genuinely shocked and more in love with jun then they already were and of course in the end they say yes to junhui’s wedding proposal and it’s a happy ever after for the both of them!! - from 🐼 anon

prompts: 5. "what are you smiling about?" 15. "it's always been you" 18. "kiss me"

synopsis: jun has been meaning to propose to you, but he just can't seem to do it... he needs some help.

a/n: ig i'm obsessed with writing jun and sunsets now idk. also, i'm not very good at writing about marriage or engagements, so pls deal with this half-assed storyline

cw: none

genre: fluff, established relationship-

word count: 1.8k

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It had been a week since his last attempt, and Junhui was more than ready to try again. At least he thought so. But when you're standing in front of him, prettier than ever, and looking at him expectantly, Jun stumbles.

"What did you want to tell me?", you ask softly.

He's holding your hands in his, gently rubbing them with his thumb. It's a nervous habit, constantly needing to move around somehow. The sun is going down in the background, and you're sitting in the kitchen. A quiet and homely proposal was perfect... cozy... safe. But Junhui didn't feel safe. He felt like he was walking on a thin line, strung over a giant pool filled with hungry killer whales.

"It's just...", he's already off to a bad start when those are the first two words that come tumbling out of his mouth after such a long pause.

Subconsciously, his fingertips graze over your left ring finger. The ring was in his pocket. He just had to pull the box out and as you to marry him. It seemed easy enough, but Junhui was incredibly stressed out.

"I love you...", he said meekly and paused again.

"I love you too, Jun.", you smiled at him, "You know I do."

"Yeah... I just...", he took a deep breath, "I wanted to tell you. Just in case you didn't know that I love you..."

He caved. And you let out a small laugh at his aloofness. At the sight of your bright smile, Junhui couldn't feel sad that he had failed for a second time. He was only happy that you were with him, and as they say: the third time's a charm.

You figured out that Jun wanted to propose during his fourth attempt. At the most random times, he would start getting emotional, taking your hands into his and anxiously rubbing your ring finger while he stuttered out some form of declaration of love. Every time you answered with reassuring words about the fact that you loved him too and that he could tell you anything. You couldn't understand why it was so hard for him to say. Then again, you only saw it from your point of view, and you were confident that you loved him and that he loved you. You had considered proposing yourself, but seeing him try so hard made you think it would be rude to not let him do it.

Maybe it wasn't very nice, but you had started teasing him about it. Sometimes you mentioned his mom as your mother-in-law, or you started showing him wedding videos you found while scrolling on TikTok. You liked to think of it as urging him to pop the question instead of just teasing. Of course, Jun didn't see it that way - he was only terrified that you had started catching on.

After his fourth attempt, Junhui went to his friends to get help. He wanted to have planned it all by himself, but now he realized he might just need some help.

"Why would you do it at home?", Soonyoung questioned, "Make a BIG gesture. They'll love that!"

"No, they won't...", Jihoon sighed.

"Why not?"

"Let's keep it low-key, Soonyoung.", Seungcheol agreed, "Cleary, Jun knows Y/N the best, so I think he would try to do something big if they'd like that."

They were sitting in a group in Jun's apartment that he had gotten with you. He had explained to his members that he was planning on proposing but that the moment had never felt right. Obviously, they were furious that he hadn't told them yet, but they were way more excited that they would get to help plan it all.

"Go to the first place you met.", Joshua suggested, "Get nostalgic, you know."

"I don't want to propose to them in a café.", Junhui sighed and leaned back into the couch, "It has to be private."

"What about a garden?", Jeonghan said out of the blue after having been quiet for a while, "Like a botanical garden or someplace with a nice lake."

"I know a place with a gazebo.", Soonyoung added.

"Why do you know that?", some of the members questioned.

"It's nice. I like nice things.", was his only excuse, "Anyway, it's a park, it's near a lake, it has a nice sunset view. If you want something low-key, I think it could be perfect."

Plans were made, and only a week thereafter it was time. Junhui asked you if you wanted to go out for date night. Date night strictly happened at home - it was a time for relaxation that only happened once a week. To spoil it by going out could be a big mistake, but because Junhui had been trying so hard to propose to you lately, you said yes.

It was a nice park, and there weren't many people around. It was the perfect place for a cute proposal. You thought nothing else of it. You were only happy that Junhui seemed much more confident. The two of you walked by a small stream, that was leading you to a much bigger pond.

"Jun, where are we going?", you said as you looked around.

The ground was covered in rocks and beautifully green moss, and everywhere around were trees. You couldn't see much ahead, you were only following Junhui.

"I swear, you'll love it.", he said with a cat-like smile.

"That doesn't answer my question, love.", you said with a giggle.

Jun only kept on smiling, you hadn't seen him this happy in a while. You stopped walking, making him stop as well since you were holding his hand.

"What are you smiling about? Are you leading me to a trap or something?", you asked.

Obviously, you knew he was going to try to propose to you - but you would really like to know where you were going. Sometimes Junhui got strange ideas, and you weren't about to go swimming in a lake even if it meant that he would finally propose to you.

"There's a nice view of the sunset just past these trees.", he explained and looked over to the west, "And if we hurry, we can still make it there in time."

"Fine...", you nodded, "But next date night I get to choose what we're doing."

Junhui only laughed because you knew so little. While the two of you were walking, his friends were placing out roses and candles around the area where he would propose. They should be done by now and far gone from the place. Even if they had argued that they should've stayed for the moment and taken pictures, Junhui specifically asked them not to. This would be a private thing between him and you, no one else should be there.

As you got out of the woods you saw the big pond. There were still some trees around, and the color green completely surrounded the area. Junhui squeezed your hand and led you to a small wooden bridge, with candles lining the railings and flower petals laying on the wood planks underneath your feet.

"Jun, why are there candles here?", you murmured.

Junhui didn't answer. He only kept leading you forward to a gazebo made in marble. Six marble pillars, beautifully carved, held up an iron dome which was sculpted into looking like vines. Music was playing from a speaker, something romantic that you couldn't quite place.

"Jun...", you said as you looked around the place.

He let go of your hand as you walked up to the structure. You rested your hand against one of the pillars before stepping inside. Why you hadn't seen this place before was beyond you, but the lack of other people around made you assume it was because it was well hidden. Jun's arms wrapped around your waist from behind as the two of you watched the sun settle into the horizon.

"Y/N...", he said as you turned around to face him, "I've been trying to ask you something for a while."

He grabbed your hands, his anxious fingertips grazing your ring finger as usual. You couldn't help but smile at the action, as it had become a very endearing trait to you.

"I haven't been able to do it because it never felt right... and I got incredibly nervous.", he chuckled, "But I wanted you to know... it's always been you."

Jun got down on one knee, still holding your hands. Tears started prickling in your eyes as you let out a soft gasp.

"Ever since I met you, something in my heart just... I knew it had to be you.", he stammered, "And I had a speech planned, but I can't remember it anymore..."

The two of you laughed nervously. Your cheeks were hurting from the utmost happiness. Jun pulled out the small black box from his pocket and opened it. A silver ring with a small diamond, something that fit just for you.

"Will you marry me, Y/N?", he said.

"Of course! Yes!", you let out another bubbly laugh.

Jun bit his lower lip in an attempt to hide his big smile. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger... then he waited there.

"... I never planned this far...", he mumbled, "What do I do now?"

"Just kiss me!", you giggled.

He stood back up, his lips meeting yours quickly. Your arms wrapped around his neck and Jun put his arms around your waist. Teeth were clashing against each other when you couldn't contain your smiles. It didn't matter, nothing really mattered except for the person in front of you at this moment. As he suddenly lifted you up you let out a squeal and broke the kiss. Junhui put you back down on your feet and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You finally did it.", you let out a breathy laugh.

"Finally?", he furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, I started catching on that you were trying to propose after some time.", you giggled.

"Are you serious?", Jun sighed and shut his eyes.

"It's okay! I thought it was cute!", you assured him, "I was thinking of just doing it myself for a while, but I didn't want to steal your thunder."

Jun looked at you again. Butterflies, similar to the ones you felt during your first date, flew around in your stomach. Your hand cupped his cheek, and you pressed another kiss on his lips. Just a short one because you didn't want to look away for too long. The burning sensation of his eyes on you made you look away eventually. You took the opportunity to look at the ring placed perfectly on your finger.

"It's really pretty.", you said, "Thank you."

"Pretty people deserve pretty things.", he kissed your temple and you turned back to him to go back into his embrace.

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Hi idk if you are taking requests or not but can you make an angst fic where y/n (OR OMG FEYRE) and azriel are going behind rhys's back and rhys and reader are mates. Maybe like rhys goes "So Az this is what you really meant by 'I think the cauldron making a mistake?' The mistake was that my mate shouldve been yours?' And az and reader or feyre just say idgaf we love eachother and just omg rhys spiralling and them saying we should prolly stay apart for his wellbeing but i still love you???

too much?

I am 100% a Feysand shipper, but it is really interesting to write about Feyre and Azriel. Hope you like it. This is btw inspired by a scene from The Crown.

Feyzriel | Morning, Noon and Night

type: angst warnings: curse words, betrayal, cheating word count: 800 words

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The High Lord’s power stretched out like a dark cloud, enveloping Feyre and Azriel, making their stomachs churn and twist.

“I demand an explanation from you!” Rhysand shouted, his voice bouncing of the wall and rumbling through the wall. The power that rang with it could shake the Illyrian mountains.

Not for once had Azriel and Feyre believed that they could keep their relationship a secret–yet they had hoped. That hope had vanished just like every happy feeling they had once felt. Their betrayal became public.

“Why do you this?” Rhysand growled and snapped his head into the direction of Azriel. He grabbed the shadowsinger by his arm, glowering into his eyes.

Azriel shoved the High Lord backwards, his features nothing but pure rage. “Because I care about her. Morning, noon and night I care about her. I love her with my whole heart and she does too.” Azriel’s shadows encircled him, crawling up their owner and forming something like a protective armor.

“You are just too blind to see it. With what you are saying you hurt her. And if you hurt here, if you hurt Feyre, you hurt me.”

Azriel pointed at his chest, right to the spot above his heart.

Rhysand closed his eyes, fighting against the rage burning inside him. The veins in his neck and on his forehead popped, his hands forming fists at his side.

“You are stealing my wife. You are stealing my mate, my High Lady and you dare speak about me hurting you!” the High Lord growled, shouting.

“It wasn’t his choice. Azriel is who I want. He is the one where my loyalties lie. I…The cauldron must have made a mistake.” Feyre stepped forward, leaving some distance between her and the shadowsinger to not enrage Rhysand anymore.

“I am the father of your son—“ “Don’t bring Nyx into this!” Feyre’s voice trembled, her legs feeling wobbly. Azriel wanted to reach over, hold her, but through mind-to-mind talk Feyre stopped him. They couldn’t do this to Rhysand in that moment.

“I am the male the Cauldron has chosen for you. I am the one you accepted the bond with. You fucking betrayed me. My brother and my mate. Was this what you meant when you said that the Cauldron made a mistake—that you deserved what his mine, Azriel?” the High Lord once again addressed Azriel, stepping forward and poking his index finger into the shadowsinger’s chest.

“You cannot blame him. I am the one who chose him as well. I am the one who betrayed her husband, her mate. Don’t put all the blame on him, Rhysand.” The High Lord’s gaze snapped to his High Lady’s, tears brimming his eyes. His mouth opened and he shouted, shouted so loudly that the cutlery in the kitchen rattled.

“Did you ever love me? Or was it all fake? Was it all fake from the first moment on? Every I love you? Every nice little thing you told me? Did you fake it all just so you could be close to him?”

Power once again radiated from the fuming High Lord. Azriel sucked in a sharp breath, his own hands forming fists at his side.

“I loved you, Rhysand. More than anything. I loved you for centuries, but I started falling out of love with you in the last decades. I am so sorry, I wish it had been different. I wish I could have—“ “Spare me with this bullshit,” Rhysand spat and slammed his hands over his face. A sob left him that made both Feyre and Azriel’s chests clench.

“Rhys—“ “Don’t,” Rhysand said and lifted a hand. “Don't talk to me now. Don’t ever talk to me again. You two truly deserve each other. Leave, leave this place. Leave Velaris and leave me alone. I never want to see you again.”

It was the last thing their two of them heard before black mist appeared and the High Lord was gone, vanished into thin air.

It was then that Feyre let her tears run free, sobbing. Azriel wrapped her into his arms, held her till there were no tears left to cry. Her shoulders still shook when they started talking—talking about what they should do from now on.

“I love you so much, but you know what we have to do now,” Azriel whispered, his own shoulders, trembling.

Feyre dipped her chin and wiped a hand over her tear-streaked cheek. “I love you, Azriel.” “And I will come find you. I will find you again, Feyre. I will come for you. Please—“ Azriel’s voice broke, scarred, trembling fingers curling around Feyre’s wrists. He pulled the female to his chest and kissed her forehead. “Please wait for me.”

#feyzriel #feyre #azriel #acotar #acosf

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sunnibits · 2 years

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I was tagged by @gingerteaonthetardis, ty abbey! ☺️

favorite movie trilogy of all time: Honestly I also have to say Lord of the Rings. I mean, I also can’t even think of anything else, but lotr would definitely beat anything else. I actually just finished a fellowship rewatch last night! What can I say, those movies are just perfect.

name of the main character in the last book you read/are currently reading: I’m in desperate need of a new book right now, but I just finished ‘I Kissed Alice’, which surprisingly, does not actually star an Alice! (Technically). There were two main characters - Rhodes and Iliana.

favorite color combination: hmmm that’s hard, I don’t really think about color combos? 🤔 I have to say I’m a big fan of anything involving teal as an accent.. like, brown and teal, black/grey and teal… so good… And personally I think crimson and gold is just always a classic win. Also, any kind of warm/sunset color palettes! I’m so weak for that. 🤌

most common craving: probably chocolate or any sweet candies, and also salty snacks, as far as what I end up hunting my pantry for the most. I’m very weak for any baked goods as well and will jump at any chance to make warm, gooey brownies or chocolate chip cookies!

favorite word: bro hell if I know.. probably not my favorite word (because how could you possibly chose???) but the first thing that popped into my head was ‘languid’. I love that word, it has such a nice mental image - especially bc it sounds like ‘liquid’ which idk, I just like a lot. And yet I always seem to have a hard time working it into my writing…

word count of the last writing piece you worked on: well, if we’re counting the notes I frantically jotted down last night to make sure I didn’t forget any bits of the scenes I had in my head, then 834 words 😂. (That one’s a small Izzy fic about him getting wounded but it’s slowly turning into a full on steddy hands fic against my will, please send help 😭). But! If we’re just focusing on like, actual full writing and not just half-written dialogue, then we have my other Izzy-centric WIP which is 1,964 words so far. Not bad at all by my standards! 😌 (That is, considering the longest thing I’ve even posted on AO3 was only 1,130 words).

current obsession: I mean… do I even need to say it😔😔….. Besides just my horrible little man though, I’m currently obsessed with practicing stylization in my art! Like, trying to figure out what shapes I can make people into to make everything more fun and dynamic, and how to distinguish characters from each other with those shapes. It’s very different from what I normally do, so it’s super fun to explore! Even if I don’t really know what I’m doing as of yet 😅

this was fun!! tagging (if you feel like it!): @lordoftherazzles @gxlden-switchblade (bestie I know you are writing some wild fic lately!) @iggy-hands @soliusss

#tag game #y’all please give me the power to finish my WIPs #I will post a snippet or something if asked just pls #i have so many izzy WIPs I have to finish at least ONE

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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My favorite fic of yours is probably shua's not today satan 🤩 idk it was just so perfect. Like super cute and domestic and the prompt was rly good and SHUA ASLJFHLASGWYBDHVAK

But it takes two and parental joys were so good too. All ur writing >>>

I just know my favorites are gonna be shua's CAUSE HELLO SHUA- ult bias cause who else could it be 😭

I love your writing, you're actually my favorite author on Tumblr rn ❤️

Also if you have tips then like PLS GIVE THEM TO ME 😭 (if you want lol) I just have so many drafts that are half written and idk how I'm going to finish them lmao. Like the actual writing isn't a problem but finishing it?? Being happy enough to post it?? Finishing one fic before hopping to the next idea that pops in my head?? I'm rly bad at it 💀

++ I know it's late but happy graduation 🥳 I'm so proud of you ❤️

☹️☹️ holding back tears i ain’t gonna cry i promise - you’re so sweet !! thank you so much <33

i’m also very biased to my own works that regard my biases 🤭 but if i could choose works that aren’t the foreign line; want me [gyu], make you bite your words [woo], ot13 seventeen and your birthday (does this count its ot13 hehe) and do me a favour [hoon]

i go through like constant phases because i’m neurodivergent so i suddenly get weird bursts of motivation but i have quite a few drafts right now ! i think it always like really helps with what environment i’m in - i work better on prompts in the car when i’m on the move, i write them in my notes app but fics i’m so specific about. i have to be sat on my sofa, either music or youtube on tv and my laptop on my lap with a drink on standby 😭 i cannot focus and work in any other way. i also usually always deadline myself with my works? mentally anyways. i tell myself that no matter how many words by the deadline or by the time i reach all my bullet points for the plot? that’s also another thing !! bullet pointing your plots !! i find that helps me a lot

i keep meaning to make a post dedicated to tips and advice, i’ve had a few people ask and mention it so i’ll hold off on rambling right now and focus on getting to work on one of those if you’d like? <3

also thank you again omg it means a lot even if you think its late (: i promise, since my family didn’t really congratulate me haha <3

#berriesandjunnie #talks w lia #ask: slytherinhobi #my berries #crying bc even tho i ult josh i always think im bad at writing him #i looked back on written in the stars the other night #i wrote that when i was 17 #i just think its terrible oops #maybe i should rewrite it now i’m 21?#oooooo thoughts

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paleangels13 · 2 years

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♧👀

Oh lord...outing myself with this answer 😂😅 (answers mainly referring to your "bc brainrot" blog ^^)

You're my: mutual who is technically way too cool for me?? 🥺 (might be a teeny tiny simp, sorry 🥺👉🏻👈🏻)

How I met you: on here because...actually you're quite hard not to find once the BC fandom has been entered 😂 so you were one of the first people I followed ^^

Why I follow you: you seem super nice and chill and your posts are entertaining (and also bc, I need all bc content I can get :D) and also I get free juice boxes 😌😤

Your blog is: entertaining and feels like a save space and I enjoy scrolling through all your posts 🥰

Your URL is: in both cases (this one and lonelyvomit) i was very confused at first but now I couldn't imagine any other name :D also idk this one sounds nice for some reason (meaning aside 😂)

Your icon is: this one?? Favorite icon to pop up in my notifications, most handsome man, finally remembered to save the pic a few weeks ago 🧍🏼💀 :D (the other one is cool too 😌)

A random fact I know about you: oh god... Idk 🤔 you have as many pics from niko on your phone as from Wednesday, does that count? 😂 (or has niko surpassed him since the post? 👀)

General opinion: your cool, you seem super nice im happy to see your posts on my dash :D 🖤

A random thought I have: send you an ask on anon a week or so ago and your answer made me cry which I just remembered (not in a negative way tho! it was just nice to hear...). Oh and also, your sorry joonas, sorry niko, sorry Jesus (?) fic randomly popped up in my head yesterday and I have no idea why 💀😂

#oh god I'm sorry Abby! 😭🥺#you get a spam #asks #cadaverphilia

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pythors-pandemic · 2 years

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Childhood Stories - Lava Fanfic

Summary: Cole and Kai go to visit Cole’s dad, except he doesn’t know that Cole’s gay

Pairing: Cole x Kai

Takes Place: after season 15

Warnings: swearing, a little kissing, angst, homophobia, grief

Word Count: 7,182

A/N: I had a bunch of ideas of little scenes and tried to fit them into one fic, idk how well it worked but here ya go!

Masterlist

Cole smiled as he took a sip of his tea. “I can’t believe you guys did that!” He laughed.

“I know! Our parents were so badass!” Kai cheered, shaking his boyfriend’s shoulder slightly.

“Cole, your mother was a fantastic warrior, and our closest friend. We were always ecstatic when she called us up for help.” Maya said, grabbing Cole’s hand and giving it a squeeze. He smiled and squeezed back.

“She kicked butt like nobody’s business!” Ray chuckled.

“That reminds me of that one time when we were in the temple of light and kicked all those stone warrier’s butts! Have you guys heard this story??” Kai asked his parents. His eyes were lighting up with enjoyment. Cole’s heart grew as he saw how happy he was.

The night continued with stories and tea by the smithy’s fireplace. Kai and Cole visited Kai’s parents every so often, especially after Nya’s memorial. Kai enjoyed helping his dad around the shop and Cole always enjoyed the company of Maya. By the time the moon was fully up, the boys decided it was time to head home.

“See ya later, pops.” Kai said, giving his dad a hug. “And I’ll call when we’re back safe.” He turned to his mother, hugging her as well.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Smith.” Cole said, holding his hand out to him.

“Aww, c’mon. Call me Ray. You’re Kai’s boyfriend after all, it’s only right.” Ray smiled, grabbing Cole’s hand and pulling him in for a quick hug.

“Alright, Ray.” Cole laughed, patting his back.

“Come around more often, honey. We love seeing you.” Maya spoke softly, also giving Cole a hug.

“Will do.” He said. A small smile fell across his face as he waved goodbye to the Smiths. His favorite part about seeing them were the goodbyes, oddly. He never had a relationship with his dad the way Kai does. He liked that Ray made him feel like a part of the family. And Maya reminded him of his mom quite a bit. It was a refreshing environment.

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“Why don’t we ever visit your dad? I thought you two were okay now.” Kai asked Cole on their walk back to the monastery. “I am quite the charmer when it comes to parents.” He winked, leaning into Cole’s side.

“You are quite the charmer with everyone, babe. My dad and I are fine.” Cole responded. He wrapped his arm around Kai’s shoulder and kept him close.

“Then why don’t we take a trip to see him?” Kai asked again. Cole grew quiet and shoved his free hand into his jean pocket. “Babe? Is something wrong?” He questioned, wrapping his arm around his waist.

“No… it’s just-- okay, you can’t get mad at me.” Cole’s expression grew worrisome.

“Um… okay?” Kai said, confused.

“We can’t visit him because I never told him we’re together because he doesn’t know I’m gay.” Cole said in one big breath.

“WHAT?! How does he not know?! I mean look at you! You're wearing a damn crop top!” Kai exclaimed, exaggerating his reaction by squeezing Cole’s side.

“Gee, thanks.” Cole said, a small laugh following. “I don’t think he’d be very happy with it, is all.” He shrugged. “I was able to tell my mom, though. Right near the end. I knew I had to tell her before she passed and I’ll never forget how big her smile was. She told me to find a man that makes me happy just by looking at me.” He explained with a sigh. “I definitely took that advice.” He added, looking over to Kai. The two smiled at each other and Cole kissed the top of his head.

“So… why not your dad?” Kai furrowed his eyebrows.

“My mom and dad didn’t agree on certain things. He’s a traditional guy. He’s never outright said it, but I don’t think he’d approve if he found out I was dating a man.” He answered, his smile fading. “Our relationship just got stable, I don’t want to fuck it up again.” He sighed.

“We can still visit him without outing you. I’d like to get to know him. You’re pretty close with my parents.” Kai suggested. A pit was growing in his stomach. It pained him to think about Cole not being close with his father. He was without his for so long that he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to grow up and have his dad barely know him. When he was reunited with his parents, he made it his mission to keep them close. It took no time for Ray to learn everything about his son, even things he probably didn’t need to know.

“I don’t know…” Cole was hesitant. He was hesitant to visit his father as is, it would be a whole different ball game to bring Kai with. Coming out to his dad would destroy their relationship, something Cole has worked hard on fixing. He didn’t want to go years without speaking to his dad again.

“Pleaseee! We can stay over for a few nights. I’d love to spend some time in your childhood home.” Kai cheered. His massive smile made Cole’s lips curl into a similar one.

“Alright, alright! I’ll call him tomorrow.” Cole said, finally giving in. Kai whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath, making him laugh.

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Cole chewed on his nails as the phone rang. His anxiety grew with each ring. Finally, his dad answered. “Son! Hello! It’s been forever. How have you been?” Lou’s voice chirped through the speaker.

“Dad… hi. I’m good. I was wondering if I could come down and visit for a weekend? I’ve missed you.” Cole said, scrunching his nose up. He did miss his dad, just not badly enough to want to visit. Visiting his dad was draining. He was doing this for Kai.

“Oh, son… I would love for you to visit! Why don’t you come out Friday night. Stay the whole weekend! We can go out to eat, have a drink, and catch up!” Lou responded. Cole could imagine him walking around the living room with a smile on his face.

“Friday sounds good. Is it okay if I bring a friend along?” He asked. His anxiety was only rising.

“Of course. I love talking with your ninja buddies.” Lou said.

“Okay… cool. See you Friday. Bye Dad.” Cole muttered. His phone calls with his father were always short and to the point.

“Alright. love you, son.” Lou said.

“Yup. Love you.” Cole closed off, pressing the end call button. He let out a sharp breath as he turned his phone off. It’s not that he doesn’t love his father, because he does, but considering Lou didn’t truly know him for years, and still doesn't, Cole has to walk on eggshells. He never wants to disappoint him, especially after doing so his entire childhood.

“That was quick.” Kai’s voice came from the hallway. He was leaning against the bedroom’s door frame.

“Yeah… We leave Friday.” Cole informed him. Kai came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed with Cole.

“It’ll be fine, baby. I, for one, am excited to see your hometown.” He smirked, pulling Cole’s hand away from his lips and bringing them to his own. He softly kissed his knuckles before intertwining their fingers. “You can show me all around. Where you went to school, where you had your first kiss, where you hung out with your school friends, all of it.” Cole could tell Kai didn’t want to go for Lou. He simply wanted to learn about his boyfriend.

“I guess that could be fun.” Cole smiled slightly. “But please remember, I’m not going to come out to him or anything. Just a quick, painless, visit.” He added, rubbing circles into Kai’s hand.

“Got it. No gay stuff.�� Kai nodded. The two shared a small laugh and he stood up. “C’mon, Zane has dinner ready and then we’ve got to pack!” He said, pulling Cole up with him. Before they left the room, Cole brought him close and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Usually dessert is after dinner.” Kai winked, wrapping his arms around Cole’s waist, effectively pulling them even closer.

“Gross!” Jay shouted from the hallway. “Close the door if you’re going to be doing that shit.” He cringed.

“Oh whatever, Jay.” Kai rolled his eyes and the ninja made their way to the dining room.

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Cole was struggling to close the trunk of the car as Kai brought out more and more luggage. “You don’t need to bring the entire monastery with you, babe.” He groaned, grabbing yet another duffle bag.

“Alright, fine. Keep these two here.” Kai responded, pulling two small suitcases out of the trunk.

“I’ll bring them back with me. Thank you for test driving the new vehicle.” Pixal said, taking the bags from Kai.

“Of course.” Cole smiled, finally getting the trunk closed.

“Don’t press any red buttons, though. There are some weapons built in. There is no need to blow up an entire village.” She chuckled, tossing him the keys. “I simply want to make sure the engine is running as it should. Call me or Zane if you have any problems.” She added.

“I will keep that in mind. See you later, Pix.” He responded, getting into the driver’s seat.

Kai quickly hopped in next to him. “Leather seats! God, you’re fantastic, Pixal!” Kai gushed, waving goodbye to her.

“Don’t ruin them, Kai.” She warned, waving back.

“She truly is the Master of Mechanics. That should be its own element.” Kai said as they drove off. He turned the radio on to Cole’s favorite station. “This song is so good.” He smiled, putting on his sunglasses.

“I think metal would fit for a mechanic’s element. Just ask Karlof.” Cole responded. He took Kai’s hand in his and smiled. “I have a few places you have to remind me to show you, specifically the dig out.” He said.

“Ooo, the dig out? Was that some sort of secret hideout or something?” Kai asked. He was getting excited for the trip. Cole knew how he grew up, he wanted to know the same of Cole.

“You’ll see.” Cole smirked.

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The boys cringed as the ‘welcome’ sang from the doorbell. “You rang the bell this time!” Lou cheered, pulling his son into a hug. “And you brought Kai, how lovely to see you.” He smiled, leading the boys into the house.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Brookstone.” Kai said, shaking his hand.

“My deepest sensarities to you. Losing your sister must’ve been hard.” Lou sighed, resting his hand on Kai’s shounder. “The memorial was beautiful.” He added with a solemn look.

“Thank you. We’re getting through it. Some days are harder than others.” Kai responded. A feeling of sadness grew in his stomach. Cole watched his face fall. He wanted nothing more than to comfort his boyfriend. Of course, it wouldn’t be that suspicious to give a grieving friend a hug, but Cole wasn’t willing to take the risk. Especially since when they hug, they can never keep it friendly.

Cole dropped their bags near the front door and walked fully into the living room. “How’s the quartet?” He asked, turning to Lou.

“We won the blade cup this year!” Lou said, holding up the trophy. “I thought you’d be there, but I guess you were too busy.” He muttered.

Cole took a deep breath as he looked over to Kai, who was now scanning pictures on the wall. “Is this you?” He asked, pointing to one of the photos.

“Yeah, that’s my 7th grade school picture. I think I was 12?” Cole responded, walking over to him. He wanted to wrap his arm around Kai’s shoulders, but refrained.

“Awww, you were so cute.” Kai smiled bright, leaning closer to the photo.

“And a troublemaker. He got into 4 fights that year.” Lou chimed in, walking over to the boys.

“Dad!” Cole grumbled, embarrassment growing on his face.

“I like the idea of you as a troublemaker.” Kai whispered. A smirk grew on his face while confusion grew on Lou’s.

Cole sharply elbowed Kai. “Where are we going for dinner?” He said, quickly changing the subject.

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Once they arrived at the restaurant, Lou ordered drinks for everyone. “This was Cole’s mother’s favorite place. We went here every year for her birthday.” Lou said, looking around at the place. It was dark in the corner they were in, there was a pool table and a bar, and it smelled like cigarettes, but Kai was enjoying the atmosphere. “She’d always order a pizza for us. I thought it was funny considering we could get a pizza any day of the year, but it was her night, so of course she got whatever she wanted.” He explained, opening the menu in front of him.

“Well, I think we have no choice but to order a pizza. Do they have breadsticks?” Kai said, excitement in his eyes.

“The best in all of Ninjago!” Lou cheered. The two laughed as Cole twiddled with his thumbs.

“Are you okay?” Kai whispered, taking one of his hands in his.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Pizza sounds good.” Cole muttered, quickly dropping Kai’s hand. Sadness once again returned to Kai’s stomach. He hated not being able to be affectionate with Cole. He ignored his feelings and took a sip of water.

“So, have you two met any cute girls lately?” Lou asked, making Kai choke on his water. The question took him completely off guard.

“No, Dad. You don’t really have time for meeting anybody when you’re a ninja.” Cole rolled his eyes. His face became hot as he felt Kai’s gaze on him.

“Unless you get roped into also being a ninja, like Jay and Nya.” Kai said with a slight smirk on his face. Cole looked over with an unamused expression, making Kai’s smirk grow wider.

“I heard you went to Shintaro. Did you meet anyone there?” Lou questioned further. This happened every time he visited his father. Question after question about Cole’s love life.

“Their princess, Vania, was fun to hang out with. We’ve become good friends.” Cole responded. Lou’s eyes grew wide. “Just friends, Dad.” He sighed before letting his father get his hopes up. Thankfully, the waiter came and the conversation shifted.

They ordered and fell into comfortable small talk. Kai was absolutely lavishing in the night. He and Lou talked about Cole’s childhood the entire time. He learned that Cole played baseball in high school, and he was a straight A student despite getting detention at least twice a semester. Cole however, was becoming more and more anxious to leave. Each story Lou told was more embarrassing than the last. He didn’t need Kai knowing he was a bad kid. At least Kai had been smiling the whole night. A sign Cole decided to take as a good one.

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“And this is the guest room.” Lou smiled, opening a door into a beautifully decorated bedroom. He dropped Kai’s bags off in the doorway. “You can sleep in here.” He said.

Cole frowned. “I thought he could just sleep in my room, Dad. No need to disturb the guest room.”

“It is unnecessary for you two to have to sleep on top of eachother in that small twin bed.” Lou scoffed.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Kai muttered under his breath. Cole elbowed him sharply. “Ouch!” Kai exclaimed, alarming Lou.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup! Everything is fine, Mr. Brookstone. I think I’m going to head to bed. I’m pretty tired.” Kai said, faking a yawn between sentences. “Thank you for the tour.” He smiled, walking through the door.

“Okay! Goodnight.” Lou said before Kai shut the door. “Goodnight to you too, son. It’s good to have you here.” Lou smiled a small smile.

“It’s nice to be here. Goodnight, Dad.” Cole said. Lou pulled him into a quick hug, taking him by surprise. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Cole added. Lou nodded and left for his own bedroom. Once he was out of sight, Cole knocked on the guest room door. It took a few minutes for Kai to answer.

“Do I really have to sleep in here?” Kai asked, finally opening the door. Cole smiled at the sight of him. He was in nothing but boxer shorts.

“No. Unless we both sleep in here instead of having to sleep on top of eachother in my small twin bed.” Cole smirked.

Kai smiled wide. “Be there in 5.”

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Kai knocked quietly on Cole’s door before walking in. Cole was delighted to see that he only put on a pair of sweatpants and kept his shirt off. “Hey.” He said, sitting up on the bed.

“So this is your bedroom… not what I was expecting.” Kai said. The walls were painted a dark orange and were decorated with pictures and drawings of him and his mom, there was a desk in the corner with painting supplies on it, and a small nightstand next to his bed with a few books and a lamp.

“What were you expecting?” Cole asked. Kai walked further into the room to look around. Cole stood up and followed him.

“I don't know. Not this though.” Kai chuckled. He walked over to the desk and looked at the unfinished artwork. “Okay, dude. Your favorite hobby is painting. How does Lou not know you’re gay?” He scoffed, picking up one of the paintings. It was a beautiful landscape. Cole was truly talented.

“Ignorance is bliss.” Cole responded, wrapping his arms around Kai’s waist from behind. He hummed approvingly and leaned into his chest.

“I’m having a lot of fun, I really am, but holy shit not being able to touch you, not even hold your hand, is killing me.” Kai said, turning around to face Cole. “My love language is physical touch, you know.” He added, cupping his cheeks.

“Trust me, I know.” Cole smiled. He leaned down and kissed him. Kai smiled into the kiss. Cole pulled him close by his waist, bringing their bodies flush against one another. Carefully, he led them to the bed. They broke apart to get comfortable under the sheets. Kai laid on top of Cole, their legs intertwined. They reconnected their lips quickly. Cole brushed his tongue against Kai’s bottom lip softly.

“Hey babe?” Kai whispered, pulling away. Cole hummed in response and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m really fucking tired.” He said, pressing a small kiss to Cole’s neck.

Cole chuckled. “Me too. Turn off the lamp?”

“Yes.” He said with a smile. He leaned over and turned off the lamp. It was dark, but the streetlight coming from the window made it so they could still see each other.

Cole brought his hand to Kai’s cheek and his lips curled up. “You make me happy just by looking at me.” He whispered, making Kai blush.

“You never talk about her.” Kai said, lowering his head onto Cole’s chest. A smile made its way to his lips as he listened to his boyfriend’s heart beat. Cole moved his hand to play with his hair mindlessly. “I talk a lot about Nya, but you don’t talk about who you’ve lost. Everything I know about your mom I learned through other people.” He added.

“I don’t know why. I was young when she first got sick, so I don’t remember a lot from before that. Most things I can remember aren’t the happiest, I guess. I do remember her dropping me off at school everyday, up until 5th grade at least. We’d listen to the soft rock station on the radio and sing together.” Cole smiled, thinking back to a simpler time. He tightened his grip on his boyfriend as the feeling of grief filled his body. Kai moved his head to view Cole’s face, making him move his hand to rest on Kai’s back. He was a handsome man. Even with the sad expression he had on, Cole was absolutely breathtaking.

When Kai didn’t say anything, he continued. “She got diagnosed shortly after my 10th birthday. By 13, she could barely get out of bed. It was like she was gone without actually being gone. Grieving someone who hasn’t passed yet is… it’s hard.” He said. There was a softness to his words Kai hadn’t heard before.

“Is that why you acted out?” Kai asked. He changed position so he could fully view Cole’s face.

“That and there were a lot of assholes in my grade.” Cole joked, meeting Kai’s eyes. He smiled sadly and continued his storytelling. “She passed away when I was 15, which I think you knew.” Kai nodded in response. “After that, my dad became pretty distant. He made the Royal Blacksmiths his career and eventually, he had no time for his son anymore.” Cole switched his gaze to a spot on the wall. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as tears formed in his eyes. “So yeah.” He sighed, pushing the tears back. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” He said, mostly to himself.

“Cole?” Kai said quietly. Cole moved his eyes back onto him. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He brought his hand to Cole’s cheek, prolonging the kiss. When they finally pulled away, Kai rested his forehead on Cole’s. “You make me happy just by looking at me.”

---

The next morning, the boys were woken up by Lou knocking on the doors. Actually, Kai had already been up. He woke up minutes earlier and didn’t want to disturb Cole.

He heard Lou knocking on the guest room’s door. “Oh shit.” Anxiety started coursing through his veins. “Hey, babe? Can I borrow a shirt?” He whispered to a very much asleep Cole. “Great, thanks!” He sporadically searched Cole’s bag for a shirt. The only one he could find was a band tee. It wasn’t usually his style, but he went with it anyway.

“Kai? Are you in there?” He heard Lou say from the hall.

“Nope! I’m here!” He shouted, quickly putting on the shirt. “I was trying to get Cole up. Dude’s a heavy sleeper.” He said with a chuckle, opening the door.

“This always works.” Lou said. He turned on the overhead light and smiled.

Cole quickly covered his eyes and groaned. “Kai… what the fuck?”

“Language, son.” Lou said.

This effectively shook all the sleep out of Cole. His eyes shot open and he sat up at the speed of lightning. He looked between Lou and Kai. Kai had an apologetic smile on and his dad was frowning. “Hi Dad! How long have you been there?” He had absolutely no idea what to say.

“Oh good! You’re up. Well, I’m going back to my room.” Kai interjected awkwardly, slowly sneaking out the door and into the hall.

“Breakfast is in 10. Afterwards, I thought we could go look at the shops on Main Street?” Lou said with a questioning tone.

“Sure. We’ll be there soon.” Cole responded. He let out a sigh as Lou walked away. “Kai, what the fuck?!” He whisper-shouted, getting out of the bed.

“I’m sorry! He was knocking on the door and I panicked. He didn’t ask any questions though. I just told him I came in here to wake you up.” Kai told him, walking back into the bedroom.

Cole nodded. “Okay… uh, babe? is that my shirt?” He asked, looking Kai up and down.

“It would’ve been a lot more suspicious if your dad saw me shirtless in your room, so I stole it. And I’m keeping it, by the way.” Kai smirked. He attempted to walk away, but Cole stopped him.

“It looks good on you.” He said before quickly kissing his lips. “Now go get ready.” He said, pushing Kai out of the door.

---

Lou and Kai had been laughing all day. They talked mainly about Cole and his shenanigans, but they also bonded somewhat. They share the same taste in movies and TV shows, and apparently, they have the same favorite tea.

“Thanks for buying, Mr. Brookstone.” Kai said, taking his green tea from Lou.

“Of course! Now, keep telling me about the tournament of elements!” He responded. The three had gone to a quaint tea shop on Main Street. It was Cole’s favorite study spot back in high school, which of course made Kai laugh because ‘a tea shop being your favorite study spot is gay as fuck’ according to him.

“Tell him about how bad you are at roller skating!” Cole joked, elbowing Kai. Cole had been enjoying himself. His anxieties about Lou catching onto his secret had diminished, and he loved seeing his dad and his boyfriend getting along. It made him hopeful that down the line, Lou wouldn’t have the anticipated reaction to his coming out.

“I wasn’t that bad! And you weren’t even there!!” Kai shouted with a laugh.

“Jay told me you knocked over 3 people! 3!” Cole laughed along. Lou started chuckling and Cole continued on to explain the extent of Kai’s poor skating skills.

The group finished their refreshments quickly and continued on with the tour of the town. Next to the tea shop, there was a building playing music outside.

“What’s this place?” Kai asked. He stopped in front of the large building and tried to read the sign.

“It’s the dance studio! This is where The Royal Blacksmiths practice, and where Cole took his dancing lessons.” Lou smiled, standing next to Kai.

“You took dance lessons?!” Kai laughed with a big smile on his face. Cole shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged over to him.

“Yeah, when I was, like, 7 maybe.” Cole responded sheepishly. His cheeks grew rosy as he avoided eye contact.

“Show me some moves, tiny dancer.” Kai joked. Despite Cole’s protest, Kai pulled his hands out of his pockets and tried to get him to dance.

“Alright, fine! Come here.” Cole finally gave in. He guided one of Kai’s hands to his shoulder and held the other in his. He put his free hand on Kai’s waist and walked him through a dance he long forgot the name of. The two spun around the street laughing and smiling. Kai creeped his hand from Cole’s shoulder to the back of his neck, making him fill with a happiness like no other. Cole’s smile widened as he realized he wasn’t feeling happiness, he was feeling love. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. He forgot that they were in public, and that his dad was watching.

Until Lou interjected.

“I think that’s enough, boys.” He said with a stern tone. Cole immediately let go of Kai. He got nervous underneath Lou’s angry stare.

“Sorry, Dad.” He muttered. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to apologize, but the fact that he did made Cole realize something. He didn’t want to hide his affections anymore.

Awkwardly, the three finished their walk through the town. From that point on, Cole was more liberal with his PDA. When his dad wasn’t looking, he’d mess with Kai’s hair or boop his nose or something similar. At lunch, he even held his hand under the table.

Once back at the house, they decided to watch one of Cole’s favorite childhood movies. Kai didn’t exactly understand it. It was about baseball players and that was all he could grasp.

“Hey, didn’t you say something about a dig-out?” Kai whispered when a scene that took place in a dig out came on.

“Wait until my dad goes to bed.” Cole whispered back, making Kai confused.

---

“I can’t believe I’m climbing a fence for you.” Kai whined as he hoised himself over the top of a wire fence.

“The gate was closed! We had no choice.” Cole laughed. The two jumped to the ground and Cole started walking over to the baseball field. “This is where practice was held.” He said once they were at the diamond. “And this…” Cole ran over to a structure near the bleachers. He walked a few steps down into the structure and urged Kai to follow. “... Is the dig-out.”

“Wait… it’s a literal dig out? Aren’t there, like, spiders and stuff down here?” Kai asked, nerves growing in his stomach.

“You’re such a pussy.” Cole sighed, a smile on his face.

“I just don’t like bugs, asshole!” Kai retorted. “Why did you bring me here, anyways?”

Cole rolled his eyes and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. They locked eyes and Cole smiled, “This is where I had my first kiss.” He guided them to the windowed wall. “It was with one of my teammates…” He lifted Kai onto the ledge without breaking eye contact. He smiled seductively as he positioned himself in between his legs. “And it went a little something like this…”

Cole brought their faces close. Kai’s heartbeat quickened as they rubbed their noses together. Slowly, Cole closed the gap, making Kai inhale sharply as their lips met. He pulled Cole closer by his shirt collar, intensifying the kiss. Cole held onto his thighs tightly.

Cole kissed him slowly, savoring every moment. He moved his hands to Kai’s waist and squeezed, sending a rush up his spine. They held each other tight as their lips moved against one another. Kai’s hands let go of Cole’s shirt and slipped down to rest on his chest.

Hesitantly, Cole pulled back. He rested his forehead on Kai’s as they tried to catch their breath. “That must’ve been one hell of a first kiss.” Kai joked, making him smile.

“Okay, it wasn’t exactly like that.” He said in between breaths. Kai laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling his head back.

“So were you the one sitting or standing when it happened?” Kai asked, snaking his arms around Cole’s neck.

“I was standing, why?” He responded.

“I’m curious. Tell me more. What was it really like?” Kai responded. His nosiness made Cole feel warm inside. Not many people ask him about things like this.

“Awkward. It was both of our first kisses, so neither of us knew what we were doing. He kept his hands to himself, which felt weird, and another teammate caught us. It was a solid 0 out of 10 experience.” He explained. Kai’s smile grew wider and wider with each word spoken. “What?” Cole asked with a crooked grin.

“I love learning about you.” He responded.

“What?” Cole asked, a little confused.

“You don’t talk about who you were before you became a ninja, so it’s nice to finally know.” He elaborated. “It’s nice to hear it from you.” He added.

Cole thought for a moment. Kai was right, he made an effort not to talk about his childhood. Most of it wasn’t worth telling. “I-- I’m sorry.” He whispered, pulling out of Kai’s grasp. He didn’t know why he apologized, he just didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t apologize, Cole.” Kai said sadly. He watched as Cole walked over and sat next to him. “I get it. My past wasn’t the brightest either, but there’s still light in the darkness. What happened after your teammate caught you?” He asked, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers.

Cole breathed out a laugh. “I quit the team. Turns out, my teammates were homophobic. But I didn’t exactly care. I wasn’t very good at it. If I was in high school now, I’d do football instead. That I could’ve been good at.”

“Yeah, well you’re a fucking beefcake so I believe it.” Kai joked, making Cole smile. The smile was fleeting. Kai squeezed his hand. “How about you tell me something good. What was your light in the darkness?” He asked.

“Hmmm… how about you tell me about your first kiss instead.” Cole deflected.

Kai’s cheeks grew red. “Oh man…” He cringed. “You’re not going to believe me…” He trailed off. Cole looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “It was with Skylor.” He said, shutting his eyes.

“No. Way! Skylor? It took you that long to have your first kiss?! How??” Cole exclaimed, gesturing with his arms for emphasis.

“Shut up!” Kai shouted, playfully pushing him. “I lived in a rice farming village with a total of, like, 20 other people! There weren’t a lot of opportunities.” He explained with a giggle.

“She must’ve been one hell of a teacher, because you’re a fantastic kisser.” Cole said, wrapping his arm around him.

Kai scoffed. “I have no idea what to say to that.” He looked up at him with a goofy frown. There was a moment of silence before they broke into laughter.

“I guess I have two things to thank her for.” Cole muttered, smiling to himself.

“What’s the second?” Kai asked.

“She helped me realize I liked you. I’m bad at knowing if I like someone platonically or romantically, so I honestly wasn’t sure if I actually liked you. Seeing you two together made me realize I did.” He said sheepishly.

“Jesus, you kept your feelings to yourself for a long time.” Kai said with astonishment. “I realized I liked you when you fell off the Bounty and we thought you died.” He said softly.

“That makes sense, considering you told me after everything calmed down.” Cole commented.

“Thank god I did, because I doubt you would’ve said anything if you didn’t tell me for that long.” Kai mocked. Cole made a shocked expression, making Kai laugh loudly.

“You really are a bitch, you know that.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m your bitch.” Kai said without thinking. “Wait no! I take that back.” The two laughed until they were out of breath. “So tell me, who was your first boyfriend?” he asked once the laughing died down.

The two talked the entire night. They laughed and learned more about each other than they ever needed to. They got lost in each other’s lives, and soon enough, the sun was rising. “Oh shit… we better get going.” Cole said, jumping off the ledge.

Kai followed suit and jumped down with him. Before they left the dig-out, he stopped Cole. He grabbed his hands and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “This was my favorite part of the trip.” He smiled. Cole wrapped his arms around Kai and smiled back.

“Me too.” He whispered, pulling him into a hug. Kai relaxed under his touch. As he thought back to all the things they talked about, and all the new things he learned about his boyfriend, he was filled with a happiness like no other. “Let’s go, baby.” Cole whispered, kissing him before letting go. It was at that moment Kai realized he wasn’t feeling happiness, he was feeling love.

---

Kai groaned as he turned his phone off. “Pixal isn’t responding.” He sighed, resting his forearms on the hood of the car.

“Shit. Well, the house is only a few blocks away, maybe we could push it?” Cole suggested. The two had been trying to get the car started for a few minutes to no avail. “Put it in neutral.” He said, tossing Kai the keys.

He did as he was told and the two started pushing the car back to the house. “This is ridiculous. Can’t you just carry it?” He complained.

“Technically yeah, but this isn’t a small car. I think pushing it is our best bet.” Cole responded.

“Ugh. Fine.” Kai groaned.

Eventually, he accepted their situation and the two started joking around. The time went by fast and they reached the house before the sunrise was finished.

“Is that where the phrase ‘getting Kai’ed’ came from?” Cole laughed, putting the spare house key into the lock. He turned it and pushed the door open.

“Yeah and I--” Kai was startled by the lights turning on, revealing Lou standing in the middle of the living room.

“Where have you been, Cole?” Lou asked, anger lacing his words. He looked at Kai, making him grow nervous.

“I’m going to call Pixal.” Kai muttered, awkwardly leaving the room.

“We went to the baseball field at my old high school. I wanted to show him the dig-out.” Cole responded nonchalantly. He was doing a good job at hiding his fear.

“You… trespassed? Why wouldn’t you go during the day?!” Lou said, raising his voice.

“Dad, calm down. We’re adults, we knew what we were doing.” Cole answered, taking a cautious step forward.

“Fine, but next time, instead of committing a crime, why don’t you just go when it’s open?” Lou ridiculed. Cole felt anger bubbling inside him. He remembered back to the day before when Kai and him were dancing and how mad his dad got then. He decided to throw caution to the wind and take a big step.

“I didn’t want any people around. I wanted it to be just us.” He explained.

Lou raised his eyebrow, “… why?”

“Because, Dad--” Cole took a deep breath. “Kai and I are dating. I-- I’m gay.” He stuttered. He watched as rage made its way to Lou’s eyes.

Kai had gotten off the phone with Pixal. She told him she would pick them up when they were ready to go. After hanging up, Kai walked back to the living room, but paused in the doorway when heard Lou yelling.

“You’re… what?!” He snarled.

“I’m gay, and I’m really happy with Kai.” Cole smiled hopefully. “Can’t you be happy for me?” His voice was shaky. Tears were threatening to spill, but he kept his composure.

“Your disgusting little dance party makes more sense now,” Lou said under his breath. “No, Cole. I can never be happy for you. Not for that. My son won’t be a queer.” He barked. Cole’s entire body hurt as the words rang through his ears.

“You really can’t accept me? You like Kai, and he makes me really fucking happy. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Are you really that much of a dick that you can’t see that?” Cole said desperately. Lou turned to face away from him. “I love him.” Cole whispered, walking closer to his dad.

“I will not hear of this anymore.” Lou said through gritted teeth. “You need to leave.” He added, crossing his arms.

Kai’s heart stopped as he heard Cole’s words. It was probably the worst way for him to find out that Cole loved him, but he was glad he knew. His small amount of happiness left as he saw Cole start crying. He quietly snuck back into the room.

“Dad--” Cole whispered, reaching out to rest his hand on Lou’d shoulder.

“I am not your dad!” Lou shouted, shoving his hand away. “I’m serious,” He turned around and looked between Cole and Kai. “You two homos need to get out of this house immediately.” He said, walking out of the room.

Cole was too hurt to move. He knew Lou’s reaction wasn’t going to be good, but he wasn’t expecting it to be that bad. He was sad and pissed and devastated and it was all too much. Tears flooded his eyes as the shock of it all set in. Kai walked over, sadness in his eyes. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Cole’s shoulders from behind, making Cole cry harder. He turned around and let Kai fully engulf him in a hug.

Lou loudly dropped their bags on the ground, startling them apart. “I will not say it again. Get out before I force you out.” He said, his anger still very apparent.

“I’ll grab the bags.” Kai whispered, walking Cole over to the door. He looked Lou in the eyes with rage burning in his body. “You know what, Lou,” He said without thinking, “Cole is a great person, and you’re a slimy little prick who doesn’t give a shit about him and never has. You don’t know how amazing he is because you spent your life trying to change him. And guess what? It didn’t work. He became who he wanted to be, who he needed to be, who he was meant to be and that’s pretty fucking fantastic. There’s a reason he keeps pictures of Lily around and not you. It’s because you never cared to love him the way she did. The way a parent should. I want you to think about that, how badly you fucked up.” Kai spoke coldly, pure spite in his eyes. He aggressively took the bags by Lou’s feet and walked over to where Cole was by the door. Surprisingly, there was a smile on Cole’s face. He opened the door and Kai looked back to see Lou in absolute shock. “And with that, these queers are off. Fuck you, Lou.” Kai smirked, walking out the door.

Kai’s speech gave Cole just enough confidence to flip his dad off before he walked out. The second the door slammed shut, the confidence left his body. He felt heavy, and a few tears were still falling. He turned around to see Kai with his phone out and the car’s passenger door open.

“Kai--” Cole’s voice cracked as he walked over to him. “I really need a hug.” He cried. Kai immediately pulled Cole into an embrace, putting his phone back into his pocket. He guided Cole’s head to the crook of his neck, and Cole broke down. His knees felt weak and he wanted nothing more than to be asleep and forget the day ever happened. Kai’s heart broke for him. He didn’t know what to do except hold him tight and not let go until he calmed down.

“I’m sorry I got your shirt wet.” Cole whispered, pulling away after what felt like forever.

“I do not give one fuck. Not a one, baby.” Kai said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Cole let out a small chuckle as he sat down in the passenger seat. He sat down facing the street. “I texted Pixal. She said she and Zane are coming to pick us up.” Kai told him. He nodded in response. Kai came closer and positioned himself in between his legs. He brought his hands to his cheeks to wipe away the remaining tears.

Cole closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He wrapped his arms around him and dropped his head to rest on Kai’s chest. “You make me so happy.” He whispered.

“I overheard you tell your dad something, and I just wanted to say that I love you too.” Kai said, making Cole open his eyes.

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted his head.

“I love you too.” Kai said again.

“You… overheard me?” Cole asked. Kai nodded. A smile started to form on his lips as he looked up at Kai. “Kiss me.” He whispered. Kai’s face lit up and he leaned down to softly press their lips together.

One simple tear fell from Cole’s eye. This time, a happy one.

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