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ahsxual · 3 months

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Hello lovely!! I have read all of your stories to do with Matthew Lillard and OMFG I love them sooooo I thought to request one myself. :D

I was thinking a Stu Macher x Fem!Reader who is Billy younger or twin sister (idk it’s up to you on that darling) who he is very positive of and has told Stu not to ever think about getting with her, one day Stu goes over there to hang out with Billy but had gone out with Sydney so Y/N answered the door and just tells him come in and they can watch a movie as they waited for Bill to come home, one thing leads to another and they end up in Y/N’s bedroom…..

Thank you for reading this request and I hope you are having a great Day/Night!

Don't Tell My Brother About Us

Warnings: +18 content, Cocky Stu, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus

Word Count: 2,7k

A/N: Tysm for requesting this, dear anon! I loved your idea and I really hope you like this❣️I also appreciate the fact that you like my writing 🥺🤗 I'm actually proud of this fic, I'm just gonna say that ;)

You knew Stu Macher from high school, since he was your twin brother's bestfriend. You even tried to join his friend group after a while since they all seemed so nice and fun, yet your attempts were declined by your sibling, for much to your chagrin, because Stu was constantly bothering your brother by making flirty jokes whenever you were with them, according to Billy. Even though you didn't like the fact that your brother wanted to keep you away from Stu, you couldn't help but feel delighted to acknowledge the real reason behind it.

Stu became your crush from the moment you met him, as his energetic, extroverted and cocky personality traits never ceased to charm you. He was incredibly fun to be with and as you hated feeling bored, you thought that would be impossible if you ever stayed with Stu. Those thoughts were obviously put aside the moment Billy noticed how you and Stu looked at each other. Billy had never seen you as amused and happy with a guy as you were with Stu, your eyes so bright that he was convinced the words sadness and boredom were no longer known to you. However, that wasn't enough to convince Billy that Stu was good for you, and that was the reason you drifted away from him: although he made your days brighter and vice-versa, Billy didn't lose his overprotective sibling attitude, always keeping an eye on his "sweet and innocent" sister.

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"I'm going out with Sidney." Billy told you, while you were reading a romance book on the sofa about a serial killer who fell in love with one of his victims. When your brother said he was going out on a date with his girlfriend, you simply looked at him with a raised eyebrow, as if you didn't believe there were any genuine romantic intentions in what he had just said. "What?" he sounded annoyed by your judgmental gaze.

"Hm I don't know, you don't seem very excited about it. It looks like you don't even have true feelings for the girl." your tone was confident and assertive, since you knew your twin brother all too well. He just rolled his eyes at your comment, not wanting to admit you were right.

"Just cut it out, ok? As if you know what real love feels like, anyway." annoyance was present in his voice as he searched for his house keys.

"As if my lovely brother allows me to know what real love feels like." you simply replied, not moving your eyes from your current favorite book. Although you weren't looking at him, you could tell Billy's gaze on you could kill if you stared back.

"Y/N, we've talk about this. I'm not gonna let you be with Stu, you got that? I know him better than you, so listen to me for once and stop being such a brat." at this, it was your turn to roll your eyes, before getting up from the couch and heading to your room.

"Whatever Billy, enjoy your lovely date." you intentionally made an annoying tone at the word "lovely", which made Billy even more pissed by your behavior.

"I'll be back in two hours. Don't even think about inviting Stu over. I'm dead serious, Y/N." and with a final warning followed by a death stare, he closed the door to go out with his girlfriend that he pretended to be in love with for whatever reason.

You never understood why Billy was so overprotective over you when it came to Stu. Did he know something you didn't? Was Stu somehow dangerous or would he break your heart into a million pieces? Even if that was the main reason, honestly you didn't mind finding out for yourself if it meant you could be with Stu sexually or even romantically.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't concentrate on your novel after that conversation with your brother. Those questions couldn't leave your mind either, so you decided to use your free time to take care of yourself and get a proper treatment. You went to the bathroom to turn on the hot water, wanting nothing more than to relax after a long day of school. The water felt incredible on your skin, making you moan at the peaceful feeling. After a few minutes, you looked down at your legs and thought you'd better shave them as well as your pubic hair, since you wanted your skin to feel clean and smooth. Once you had finished, you put on a face mask before applying a body cream to your body. It felt so refreshing, as your worries and personal problems temporarily disappeared and were replaced by the feeling of pretending to be treated like a princess. You had so much fun on taking care of yourself and helping you raise your self-esteem that you almost didn't hear the doorbell ring. Why is Billy back already? And why did he ring the doorbell if you saw him take his house keys before he left? You quickly put on your cutest pajamas, since you were taking your princess treatment seriously, and ran to the door. You knew it was dangerous to open the door without checking who it was first, however you were expecting Billy, so you didn't pay much attention to it.

"Stu? What are you doing here?" you frowned as your eyes widened in disbelief, immediately feeling your cheeks turn red, because Stu was seeing you in your pajamas for the first time. Perhaps you should have checked who it was before opening the door so confidently, you noted mentally.

"Oh hey, Y/N! I didn't expect you to open the door. Not that I mind, you look really cute. Where's your brother?" you felt his big blue eyes on you, clearly checking you out as he looked you up and down. He also complimented you as if it was the most natural thing for him to do, probably having no idea of how hysterical it made you feel inside. After that, he walked past you as if he felt he had the right to enter your house without waiting for your permission.

"Uh... Billy didn't tell you? He left with Sid like half an hour ago. You should come back later or call him instead if you want to talk to him." you tried to say the right words so that Stu would get the message that he had to leave, since you didn't want to upset your brother and go against his word. However, deep down, if you listened to your needs, you wanted nothing more than to stay with Stu and enjoy his company, allowing yourself to get to know him better without being pressured into making small talk with him.

"Nahh it's cool, I can wait here. Wanna watch a movie? There's this crazy horror movie that came out recently and I really wanna watch it! Since Billy is not here, we could watch it together, what do you say?" his enthusiasm and energy were something you'd never seen before, and you found it very ironic and funny that he was the complete opposite of Billy, yet they managed to have such a deep and strong friendship. You were left speechless, knowing that your plan to convince Stu to leave your house before your brother got back went down the drain.

"Yeah, sure. Sounds like a plan." you answered, trying not to sound too excited about the idea of watching a movie with him and finally being able to be close to him and having some time alone with him as well.

"That's my girl! Where's the popcorn?" he asked casually, as he headed towards the pantry since he already knew yours and Billy's house like the back of his hand. What was he trying to do?? Drive you crazy with his constant compliments and flirting? Without needing your help, he picked a big bowl of popcorn that you had bought for yourself a few days ago and sat down on the sofa, using the tv remote to put on the movie he had chosen all by himself without giving you a chance to suggest any other ideas.

You stood paralyzed in the middle of the living room, still not processing that Stu was right in front of you waiting for you to join him... in your own house... alone.

"Are you gonna sit here with me or do I have to lift you up and make you sit on my lap instead?" his eyes were on you again, while an evident smirk was plastered on his handsome face. Oh God, he's definitely trying to drive you insane. It was then that you managed to move from where you were standing, walking slowly towards him. As soon as you sat down by his side, trying to keep some distance between the two of you so you could control yourself, you decided to speak.

"Look, Stu. I'd really enjoy to watch a movie with you, but you know damn well that if Billy finds us, he will-" as soon as you mentioned your brother's name, Stu immediately rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Come on Y/N, don't be like that! Billy is not here and if we want to be with each other, why should I stay away from you? It's not like I'm gonna jump on you and force you to have sex with me or something. I mean, unless you want me to." he laughed as if the whole thing was a joke to him, like he didn't understand the risks and the trouble you could both get into. He never took anything seriously and sometimes you wished you could be more like him. You blushed instantly at his shameless confession and your heart skipped a beat. Did he just admit he wanted to have sex with you as much as you did? When he saw your face, he started laughing exaggeratedly, obviously proud of himself for leaving you speechless and very shy with just a few words.

"My brother can't know you're here with me. Stu, I'm serious..." you didn't know what to say or how to react. The only thing you knew was that you weren't wearing panties and your pajama shorts were already wet.

"Oh really? Because I bet if I touched you right now, my fingers would be soaked." this time, his face was dead serious, his pupils dilated with lust and his intense eyes not leaving yours for even a second.

Your breathing was heavy by now, not wanting to give Stu the satisfaction of discovering how much you craved him. Without any warning, Stu grabbed your thigh and pulled you closer to him, surprising you with his unexpected strength. With his free hand, he easily moved the thin fabric of your pajama shorts and touched your bare cunt, proving his suspicions right. His long, slim fingers traced the drenched lips of your pussy, collecting your juices before circling your clit lightly. His teasing made you gasp and moan unintentionally so you bit your lips, forbidding yourself to let any more erotic sounds escape from your throat. He then brought his wet fingers into your vision, showing you how soaked you were for him with so little, as if you didn't already know. You felt extremely embarrassed at the sight displayed in front of you that Stu forced you to see, before a broad smile appeared on his face filled with pride. He eagerly took them into his mouth, moaning and sucking your cum off his fingers like it was the most delicious honey he had ever tasted in his life.

"Holy shit, I didn't know you tasted this good. Looks like I was right! My intuition never fails me, baby. You even shaved for me... looks like you knew this was gonna happen after all." he confessed with a big grin on his lips. You stood there with your legs slightly spread, not knowing whether to kiss him now and make your dreams come true or wait for his next move. Just as you were about to gather the courage to devour him, he was quicker and spoke first. "Now, let's watch this movie before that asshole returns home." and just like that, he pressed the play button and started the movie while eating popcorn as if nothing had happened.

You felt extremely annoyed and mad at him. How could he do this to you, only to stop his teasing and pretend that nothing had happened? How could he have so much self-control? Obviously, you couldn't focus on the movie, so you just enjoyed the sweet taste of the popcorn while trying your best, yet in vain, to extinguish the fire that was lit inside you. Twenty minutes into the movie, there wasn't as much action as you'd expect, which annoyed you and Stu as well. You almost missed how his eyes remained fixed on you, a smirk returning to his face with the intention of putting an end to what he had begun for good. You felt his right arm around you, after he had slowly approached you, as he whispered in you ear.

"I really enjoyed seeing you all frustrated because of me, but I promise you I'm not a selfish guy. I want to see my girl satisfied, even tho I like to tease you a bit. Come here, let me help you finish what I started." he said before getting up from the couch, offering his hand for you to take. You couldn't contain your excitement, so you rolled your eyes at him playfully and smiled excitedly, leading him to your room.

When you got there, he wasted no time and pushed you against the wall while kissing you feverishly, as if he needed to kiss you in order to survive. Your tongues and lips moved against each other as you fought for dominance, saliva spreading all over your chin and lips as he moved to your neck to give you visible love bites. You knew you'd have to cover that up later, but right now you didn't give a damn as you craved his possessive marks on you. You felt his hard cock against your core, rubbing against you to relieve some tension from both of you, and you could tell by its size that he was big. He quickly undressed you completely while he stripped only his shirt, enjoying your desperate look to see him fully naked too.

"Don't worry baby, you'll get to see my cock soon. Wait until it's inside you." he teased once again, before pushing you onto your bed, climbing up and grabbing your thighs close to his. He stared at your body as if it was the first time he'd seen a woman's naked body, as his lips salivated from hunger and desire. "Fuck, I knew you'd be beautiful naked, but nothing prepared me for seeing this gorgeousness all spread and wet for me." before you could react, you felt Stu kissing, sucking and biting your thighs to tease you a little longer, yet he quickly gave up on that idea and pressed his warm tongue against your throbbing clit.

To say that you moaned loudly was an understatement, as you screamed at the contact of his tongue on you while you clung to the soft sheets onto your dear life. He began eating you out like a mad man, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your needy hole with his long tongue. You could tell he was skilled at oral sex, since it was the best you'd ever received and he made you cum in less than five minutes. Maybe you were ridiculously horny and turned on by him? Undoubtedly, yet his oral sex skills made everything better and much more intense. After that, he didn't stop his assaults on your overstimulated pussy, even if you begged him to. He made you cum a second time, but this time with his long fingers curled deep inside you. You felt like you were in heaven, as he gave you the most intense orgasm you had ever had in your entire life. You moaned like a porn star, unable to contain yourself, before you heard your front door slam shut.

You immediately leaned up on your elbows as you looked at Stu, who had an "oh fuck, we're screwed" expression on his face, accompanied by a contained laugh.

Indeed, you were both definitely screwed.

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unrequitedloveletter · 1 year

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I want a love like the movies- give me a trope/character dynamic from this list, a song (or a specific lyric from a song that you want me to base it off of, or even a poem, anything that is seen as art is acceptable here) and a time of day. I’ll use that to write a fic with a minimum of 1k words.

kaz brekker with 29 (from the list) anddddd almost by hozier?? idk first song to pop into my head haha

Love- K.B x gn! reader

okay, this is the last of your requests and it's coming out on my official two year fic-iversary! I posted my first ever fic on maliciousbrekker two years ago to the day, and it's been a wonderfully wild ride in things ever since! No regrets with anything I've done here, honestly!

As for requests generally speaking, the goal is to have at least one more coming out over the weekend! My two year anniversary requests are taking precedent right now because I've been demotivated and haven't posted many of them, but after the two year anniversary requests are done, I'll go through my inbox and decide what I want to write vs what I don't and then I'll proceed and hopefully my requests will be open again by the date in my bio!

The prompt you chose was: reader/writer

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings-Kaz is probably a little ooc

"You and your books," Kaz observed as he came into your place. You lived in a flat not too far from the Barrel, one that was simultaneously within walking distance of the Crow Club and the Slat as well as Wylan and Jespers place.

You'd bought it to own it with a portion of your money from the ice court, spruced it up to your liking and saved a room to turn into a library. Bookshelves lined the walls, covered in every book you owned and organized to your preference.

You'd bought a desk for Kaz to use, and within it were countless heist plans, countless letters to Nina, Matthias, and Inej, and even a couple of the journals that Kaz had bought two years before but had only begun using in the weeks after the Ice Court job had been completed.

"I have my books and you have your heists, love," you said, shrugging as Kaz sat at the opposite end of the velvety couch you'd kept in the sitting room. "Everyone has their vices."

"How is it?" Kaz asked. You jabbed at each other for your hobbies occasionally, poked fun and delighted in the sounds of scoffs that eventually turned into barely amused laughter, but in the end, you cared about the other persons hobbies, too.

No matter how much you may have poked fun at Kaz and his love for unlined leatherback journals, for the expensive ink he purchased from a Fabrikator near the heart of the city, you always bought him the ink when you noticed he was running low before he did.

You bought him new leather journals when you saw one that he might've liked in a windowsil and bought him ones engraved as a gift on his birthday or during the holidays.

And, in turn, Kaz did the same. He bought you books from the authors you loved whenever he'd heard that a new one was releasing, took your most beloved books to a book binder when the covers were wearing out and the spines needed re-gluing.

He asked how you liked the books you were reading when he noticed you were reading a different one, bought you the books that your eyes lingered on whenever you'd see something in a bookshop window.

"It's good," you said. "How're the heist plans coming?"

"Decently enough," he responded. "A hundred thousand kruge per person on a seven person crew, if you're in?"

You grinned as you closed your book, looking at the cover for a moment.

"How convenient it is that you ask me to join you on a heist when the book I'm reading involves one."

"Is that your way of saying yes?"

You shot him a look, and he nodded. "Yeah. It's your way of saying yes."

You watched him stand, heading for your office, a pen, and one of his journals.

"Love you!" You called after him. You heard Kaz's amused laughter in response and smiled to yourself.

He didn't need to say it back for you to know he loved you in turn. If anything, he'd likely be the one to turn down the lamps and blow out the low-burning candles when he was done planning the heist he'd asked you in on.

He'd be the one to find you with a book in your lap, having told yourself "just one more chapter" even as your eyes were drooping and sleep was on its way

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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anzynai · 9 months

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Still The Same

Octavinelle Trio (TWST)

a/n: so hello this is my longest fic ever and i’m honestly surprised because it wasn’t intended to be?? not that i’m complaining. anyways, i’ve been wanting to write a fic with these three for a while so i’m glad i finally did. there’s also this thing where sometimes azul cries ink (but not all the time), but idk it’s when things r more intense? and in the beginning, i don’t really know the first thing about business,,, so i jusy used my experiences as a food service employee 😭 ANYWAYS, hope y’all enjoy <3

i did also attempt to make sure the entire thing is present tense, because i’ve noticed i have a habit of switching between present and past tense. though, i’m not really sure i’m liking it, but i’m not about to read through two thousand words again to change it all. i might just try past tense and stick to it.

summary: When they were young, the Leech twins learn that Azul is ticklish. Years later, they’re delighted to see that it hasn’t changed.

word count: 2.1k

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“I’m impressed!” Floyd, the young moray, beams as Azul explains his newly mastered signature spell.

“It only makes sense that you would be the one to do it.” Jade agrees, a proud smile on his face.

Azul seems excited, which makes the twins both happy, yet they don’t say anything. They don’t mind as Azul rambles about the merpeople who are lined up, waiting to get a contract with Azul.

Well, at least Jade doesn’t mind, but after around a minute, Floyd is bored. He pokes the octopus in the tummy, causing Azul to squeak and close his mouth, tight lipped.

The morays raise a brow. That was odd. Floyd’s face easily slips into one of amusement and curiosity.

“Ah~? What was that? Did you just squeal?” Floyd asked, a teasing tone finding its way into his voice. By now, Azul’s face is already bright red.

“You just surprised me!” Azul covers his stomach, though, rubbing it as if he was hurt.

“Surprised you? Aren’t you just ticklish?” Jade cuts in once he connects the dots. Floyd’s eyes widen like a lightbulb had just lit up in his head and the smile he gives is one of pure joy. Azul’s face is pale as a ghost.

“That’s not it at a-aLAHAHAH! Wait!” Azul starts, but he’s barely able to finish as Floyd pounced and eagerly begins wrecking him to absolute pieces.

“Looks like you were right, Jade! He’s like, suuuper ticklish!” Floyd exclaims, pinching at the chubby skin. Jade chuckles into his hand.

“Yes, he’s very ticklish. I’m surprised.” Jade notes, but doesn’t miss how the tips of Azul’s ears go red. Floyd, in the midst of all the laughter, asks Jade to help him. He accepts, of course, curious to see what spots really made Azul go crazy.

They only stop when Azul begins to tear up and a few drops of ink leave his eyes. Floyd has to practically be pried off by Jade, but all in all, they had fun. Azul couldn’t be too upset, Jade thinks, because he hadn’t really tried to stop them.

Since then, Azul had been the center of majority of their tickle attacks. Even as they got older, Azul would find himself in these situations quite often, only slowing down once the three entered NRC.

Which brings us to the present.

“Is that the last customer?” Azul asks, as two Scarabian students walk out. Jade scans the area and nods his head.

“I believe so. I think it’s an appropriate time to start cleaning up now.”

“I see. You and Floyd can handle that. I will start counting the money in the register.” Azul decides, already making his way to the counter.

“Ughhhh.. Cleaning up is so boring!” Floyd groans, slouching over the couch. Azul merely sighs. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to not want to clean; in fact, it happened almost every night. Still, it was always done by the end of each night.

“Now, now, Floyd. The sooner we do it, the sooner it will be done.” Jade assures him, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Floyd responds with another groan. Jade takes that as agreement and goes to the storage closet to retrieve the cleaning supplies, handing them to Floyd.

Floyd begrudgingly gets up. Jade wipes down the tables, while Floyd sweeps up the trash. All that can be heard was the quiet lounge music and Azul muttering numbers as he counted the cash.

Cleaning had always been a relatively easy task at the Mostro Lounge, especially with the two of them doing it, so it was obvious they would be finished before Azul.

They walk to the kitchen, seeing Azul seated on a chair in front of the register. He’s almost done and Floyd slings his shoulder over Azul, snickering when the other startles and pauses for a moment. Jade sits at a nearby chair and waits. When Azul is done, he sets the money down and turns his head.

“We have the right amount.” He says, ducking his head to put the money in the register. When he’s done, he makes a move to get up but Floyd’s fingers accidentally grazes his neck and he freezes, eyes widening.

Floyd stares at him for a moment, obviously confused. Jade knows what it is, immediately, and it only takes Floyd half a second longer to realize.

“I forgot you were ticklish on your neck!” Floyd laughs and Azul brushes his arm off of him.

“Nonsense. It’s time to go.” Azul shakes his head, trying to be casual and trying to shift the topic. The thing about Floyd, though, is that once he’s got his mind on something, it’s really hard to get his mind off of it.

“Did you? He’s sensitive everywhere.” Jade muses, laughing to himself.

“Real sensitive, too! I can’t believe I forgot, Azul. Why didja let me forget?” Floyd drawls, putting his arm back up to curl his fingers against the housewarden’s ear, delighted when he scrunches up.

“B-because it’s childish!” Azul defends, covering his ears, which were pink at the tips.

“Childish? But it’s soooo fun tickling you! I wanna tickle you!” Floyd chirped, sending a glance towards Jade. Jade sits up at the unspoken invitation.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Jade recalls, feeling nostalgic. So much had been going on, Azul’s ticklishness wasn’t really the first thing on their minds. Now that he’s been reminded of it though, Jade would really enjoy tickling him. He can tell that Floyd would too.

Azul directs a glare at both of them. It’s hard to take it seriously when his face is flushed and Jade tries to conceal a laugh. “Don’t you dare.”

“Do what?” Jade asks, feigning confusion.

“Tickle me!” And there.

“Oh, if that’s what you want, I guess I can do that!” Floyd understands the second Azul takes the bait, his hands quickly finding their way to Azul’s sides. He kneads his fingers, and Azul bursts out in laughter. There had been times where he tried to conceal it, but they all knew he was too sensitive for that.

“T-thahahahat’a NOHOHOT w-WAHAHAT I MEHEHEANAT!” Azul sputters out, clearly struggling with his words. Floyd had always been the type to go straight for the kill. Jade almost felt bad. Jade gently traced his neck, satisfied when he would see Azul twisting his neck every which way to avoid the light touches.

“It must be difficult being so ticklish.” Jade teases. Floyd and him make eye contact and Floyd changes spots. They don’t want to tire him out too quickly. Floyd begins to prod and squeeze at his hips. The laughter goes down a significant level, but it’s still there.

“Y-you shuhuhut uhuhup! I k-knohohonow your bohohoth tihihihicklish tohohohoo!” Azul cried out, and Floyd laughs.

“Even so, you’ll always be soooo much more ticklish! You’re just one ticklish octopus, huh?” Azul only rolls his eyes, but it looks a bit funny when he’s cackling as loud as he is.

“Nohohoho I’m nohohot! T-This ihihis uhuhunprofehehesional!” Azul squeals, a new shade of red glittering his face when a snort makes it through his laughter. He covers his hands with his gloves. That won’t do.

Jade moves from his neck to his armpits, scribbling. Azul’s clothing proves some protection, but it’s clearly not enough, because instantly, Azul is struggling to keep his hand to his face. Small huffs make it through his fingers and the twins can vaguely hear snorts.

“Surely you can make an exception for your most loyal employees?” Jade tuts and Azul shakes his head rapidly. “I’m sure we can convince you otherwise.”

The twins have Azul sort-of trapped, Jade realizes. Jade is behind Azul, his fingers wedged in his underarms and tickling the sensitive skin. Floyd is in front, still going at his hips. Somehow, the three had found their way to the floor, which had luckily been cleaned about an hour earlier. Still, there was plenty of enough space for Azul to fight back if he really didn’t want the tickling to stop. And yet, he stayed there, letting the twins unleash their tickly wrath on him.

Jade couldn’t help the smile make its way onto is face. Azul really hadn’t changed.

“Jade’s right! After all our hard work, we should have some more perks, you know?” Floyd agrees, moving up to Azul’s ribs. Azul had become much thinner since their younger years, so Floyd could feel the bones. He poked and prodded at each bone, counting to himself out loud. He seemed to linger on the spots that would make Azul’s laughter raise an octave.

When he hit a certain spot on the lower part of Azul’s rib, the housewarden’s arms shot down to push at Floyd’s relentless hands. Jade removed his hands, hooking his arms around Azul’s to let Floyd have a bit more access. Floyd had always enjoyed tickling more than Jade had, even when Jade was highly amused.

“N-nohohoho?!” Azul’s laughter became a bit more frantic. His salty tears built up in the corner of his eyes.

“Yes!” Floyd insists, in reply. Azul does not respond, too beside himself with laughter. Another twin telepathy moment passes and Floyd goes to scratch at Azul’s stomach. The two relish in the sound that erupts from Azul’s lips, a shocked squeal that’s absolutely delightful to hear. Snort after snort leaves Azul’s lips and Jade takes a moment to just… listen.

“NOHOHOHO, FLOHOHOYD. JAHAHADE.” Azul howls and Jade examines his face. Within seconds, he can see black smudge at the corners of the octopus’ eyes. He sighs. Enough is enough, he supposes.

“Floyd.” He says, loudly. Floyd doesn’t seem to hear him. He wonders how all their intended eye contact works out, when Floyd can’t even hear him when he’s two feet in front of him. Then again, Azul is really.. loud right now.

“Floyd.” He says again, more stern this time and Floyd seems to finally get the memo, taking his hands of Azul and leaning against the bottom of the counter. He has a smug smile on his face, the same one he has when he wins against someone in a one-on-one in basketball.

Azul, on the other hand, just lays down on the floor, struggling to catch his breath. Jade gets a paper towel from the counter and hands it to Azul. The other rubs his eyes, black ink on it when he throws it in the trash can. And misses. Jade can pick that up later.

“Did we go too far?” Jade asks, though he doubts it. He had always been good at picking up the signs when Azul is nearing his limit. Azul groans and shakes his head.

“Did you two have fun?” He mutters, angrily, though it sounds half-hearted. The redness is slowly leaving his face.

“Lots of fun!” Floyd beams.

“I enjoyed it.” Jade says, a knowing look on his face. “And I know you did too.” Another groan slips from Azul’s lips.

“What time is it?” Azul asks, his eyes closed. Floyd is standing up, stretching his body.

Jade looks at the clock. “It’s a little before 10pm.” It was a bit late for them, since they usually retired to their dorms by 9:30, but clearly the trip to memory lane had taken a bit of time.

“Man, I’m sleepy. I could pass out right now.” Floyd yawns and Jade moves to stand. He holds out his hand for Azul to take, which he does, hoisting him up.

“Let me put the money in the register and do one last check and we can go.” Azul says, and the twins nod. They sit at the chairs that always stay by the counter and wait for Azul to finish his business. It doesn’t take long. The three of them walk to the dorms together and Azul clears his throat when they reach his room. Then he pauses. He looks like he wants to say something.

“You two… have a good night.” Jade chuckles. It was clear he wanted to say something about them tickling him.

“Don’t worry. We will tickle you more from now on.” Jade reassures him. Azul blushes, gritting his teeth.

“That’s not what I was trying to say!”

“Really? It looked like you liked it!”

“I.. I— yeah— I mean no!” Azul disagrees, crossing his arms.

“Have a good night, Azul.” Jade says, grabbing Floyd by the arm. Floyd seems disappointed at losing the chance to tease Azul some more, but they’re already walking away. Azul grumbles and unlocks the door and steps inside his dorm.

Floyd prattles on about Azul’s sensitivity and while Jade doesn’t say much in response, he’s already thinking of ways to tickle Azul again. He supposes him and Floyd were the same as well. They both had always enjoyed making Azul smile and laugh.

#tickling #tickle fic #octavinelle #octavinelle trio #octatrio #octotrio #idk which one is correct so i put both #lee azul #ticklish azul #ler jade #ler floyd #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #leech twins #twisted wonderland #twst #twst tickling #jai’s fic

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caralara · 2 years

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What’s your most favorite Louis moment that remembering it fills your heart with love and light?

Oh my god anon… ummm, I don’t know if you were thinking general but I’m gonna go with my personal highlights with Louis.

I think number one was in Donny, @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk and I were in an insanely good mood, and because we’re both very active dancers, we had quite some space around us after the first couple songs, and even though we were maybe sixth row, we had stellar view bc the literal gym the show was held was so tiny.

So, here we stood, feeling ourselves and going nuts for Louis, celebrating Michael’s solos and very obnoxiously made a show of us knowing all the words to 7 and Beautiful War lol, which Louis very much appreciated (he’d pointed me & my energy for his music out before at other gigs, so he might have recognised the lunatics going absolutely batshit crazy) but then - he sang Change. And like. I was mostly at the gigs of the first half of the tour, so I’ve only ever heard it once or twice live before and just hadn’t come around to properly learning the lyrics. So we had just gone absolutely crazy, making a show of it, too, and then we kind of… awkwardly hummed along to change. Like, don’t get me wrong, we were enthusiastic about it, but we literally simply didn’t know the words apart from the chorus lmao so we went from jumping scream-singing to awkwardly swaying and desperately trying to get out from under Louis’ gaze because - of course he was watching us. And he kept singing and we kept awkwardly swaying and mumbling the words looking all about this gym to the point that Louis was so amused he laughed about us, even drew michael’s attention to us to cheekily make fun of us. But it was just so pure. And we really did bring it onto ourselves. After that, we went crazy again and Michael actually threw his pick specifically to me after his solo as a thank you, in the middle of the gig - so I think we’re good. I really will never forget that, it was such camaraderie, loving teasing and it was just so much fun.

I think second favourite was Denver, because I had Center barricade and the whole show was completely different than expected but because it was the one show Louis was pissed off, it just was - let me explain. I was absolutely delighted to be Center barricade, but the moment Louis stepped onto stage, I knew something was wrong. And he was really upset (was it the teeny fans singing 1D songs in front of his tour bus while he was trying to sleep? Was it smth BTS? Idk) but to make matters worse within the first minute someone threw the infamous chicken nugget which hit him in the head. So he was proper pissed off, spent the first third of the show singing basically with his eyes closed. And I just - I didn’t know what to do? He was so close? And I wanted to comfort so badly, know what’s wrong, tell him everything will be alright. Slowly, he opened his eyes more and more and sought out contact with us fans at barricade, and it felt like he found what he was looking for, drawing from us and our support and opening up and relaxing. It was beautiful. I had the most emotional intense connection to him that show. Funny how the universe forces me to enjoy these moments, I basically have the barricade curse of my phone alerting to full storage as soon as I’ve taken two videos at barricade lol. But yeah. Will cherish that show forever although it scared the crap out of me.

Third is probably him leaning over me in London and screaming Little Black Dress at each other and that fucking smirk. Yes.

Casually walking over about to change my fucking understanding of the world

Or when he came out after the show in Dallas and we briefly talked, with not too many people around, bc they all thought he’d come out a different exit. Was amazing. He’s exactly my height but all I could think was that he’s got a whole lot less body than me lmao but that he’s also got an authority that makes him feel incredibly large.

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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your fics are so good!!

idk if you take requests but if you do, could you do a third gym fic (tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi) with a switch reader?

Third Gym Reunion

akaashi, kuroo, tsukishima, & bokuto x switch!reader

Plot: Your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji, gets invited to meet up with his old practice buddies. His friends already know you have an open relationship and are fully ready to take advantage of it.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 8.5k (jesus christ !!)

content warning: (deep breath) established relationship, open relationship, five-some (if that’s even a word), sub!bokuto, reader calls bokuto puppy, bokuto with mommy kink, oral (m. and f. receiving), praise kink, degradation, snowballing, spanking, hair pulling, spit-roasting, finger sucking, calling tsukki his given name, spitting, in my canon akaashi and bokuto have hooked up before so you’ll see the repercussions of that in this story, don’t mind me putting in an anal warning for them here, slight exibitionism but not really, slight overstim but not really, essentially it’s filth.

“For the last time, no,” Keiji said.

“Why not? I want to meet the boys,” you whined, grasping at his forearm. He kept staring straight at the road, seemingly immune to your pleading.

“Because I know my friends. It will not end well.”

“How come? Don’t you trust them?”

Keiji laughed. “Absolutely not. Bokuto I can talk into behaving. Tsukishima and -- oh god -- Kuroo? Absolutely not.”

“What could they possibly do?”

“They know we’re more . . . open, love. They’ll try to take advantage of that.”

“What’s so wrong with that?”

“Babe!”

“What? You said they’re all tall, right? Are they handsome?”

Keiji shrugged, then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. My answer is no.”

“Why don’t you just take me along? I’m sure they’d bring a girlfriend if they had one. You’re the lucky guy out of the three of you.”

“What if they try to . . . proposition you?”

“If they’re icky, I’ll say no.”

He turned to you, alarmed. “And if they aren’t?”

“Are you saying they aren’t?”

“Answer the question.”

“If they aren’t, I’ll look to you for approval.”

“No.”

“What? You don’t even know they’re gonna ask.”

“You haven’t met them. Bokuto is going to take one look at you and be latched onto you all night. God only knows what Kuroo will do.”

“What about the other one?”

“Who?”

“The blond.”

“Oh, Tsukki? He’ll just insult you. I doubt he’d ever sink to asking me.”

You smirked. “He sounds fun.”

“Only some --” Keiji noticed your cheeky expression. “Hey! No.”

“You never know.”

“I know.”

“Whatever you say, Kei.”

“Don’t call me that around them.”

You pouted. “Why?”

“That’s Tsukishima’s first name.”

You grinned. “So you’re saying I get to come as long as I don’t use your nickname?”

Keiji sighed. “I guess so. I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t.”

“Yay!” You hummed happily, then turned to him with a cheeky smile on your face. “Wait . . . is Bokuto the one that you--” Keiji cut you off by clapping a hand over your mouth.

“Don’t.”

“I’m right! Oh my god, Keiji, I’m excited to meet him.”

“It’s been a long time, love. He probably doesn’t even remember.”

“Oh please, if it was with you, he remembers.”

Keiji’s brows knitted together.

“What does that mean?” he asked. You wiggled your fingers at him.

“You’ve got very memorable hands.”

His face flushed a bright red and he turned away from you.

“Shut up,” he muttered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your confident demeanor only faltered slightly when you arrived at gym three, where they all used to practice together. Only Kuroo and Bokuto were there and, as you suspected, they weren’t even remotely icky. Kuroo was tall with dark hair, his dress shirt and pants hiding a slim but muscular frame. He looked like he had just come from work. Bokuto on the other hand was huge. He wore simple sweatpants and a sweatshirt and looked thoroughly happy to be there. He was holding a volleyball and yelling when you and Keiji stepped through the doorway.

“What do you mean I’ve gotten worse? I’m a professional!”

“You’re a dumbass that can’t receive the ball.”

“And you’re a scammer!”

“Bokuto, this is my work uniform. I don’t scam people.”

“You look like a scammer.”

“I work for a legitimate company!”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No, I’m not kidding. See? Scammer.”

“Bokuto-san,” Keiji called from the doorway. “His company is real. You need to calm down.”

“Aghakshi!” Bokuto sprinted for his friend while Kuroo fell into step behind him, a pleased smile on his face. Bokuto wrapped Keiji up in a bear hug.

“You’re late, ‘Kashi. Kuroo was mean without you.”

“I’m not mean.” Kuroo placed a hand on his chest. “I am a very nice man.”

“No, you’re a scammer and a liar.”

“I’m not --”

“Guys,” Keiji butted in. He gestured behind himself to you. “This is my partner, Y/N. Please behave around them.” Both men’s eyes froze on you, making you distinctly aware of your height difference. Keiji wasn’t short by any means, but these men were huge.

“Hi,” you said, pasting a cheerful smile across your face. “It’s nice to finally meet you guys. I’ve heard all about you.”

“I guarantee we’re worse in person,” Kuroo said, eyes sparkling as he reached out to shake your hand.

“Why do you do that?” Bokuto asked, eyebrows drawn down in a frown.

“It’s the truth.”

“It’s not the truth,” Keiji stepped in, separating your hand from Kuroo’s. You hadn’t realized you were still holding it. “You’re both dorks and they know it already. Stop being weird.”

“Hi,” a bored sounding voice came from directly behind you. You turned around and shrunk against Keiji. Tsukishima stood behind you, shaggy blonde hair just barely hiding his serious eyebrows. He was thin, too, but tall. He and Kuroo were about the same size, but seeing Tsukishima so close to you made your heart pound.

“Tsukki-poo, how are you, buddy?” Bokuto yelled, pushing past you to wrap his friend up in his arms.

“Don’t call me that.” Tsukki sounded bored and annoyed, but you knew he wouldn’t have come if he didn’t miss his friends just a little bit. “Who’s the little one?” he asked, staring down at you with cold eyes. Bokuto grinned, still hanging onto him.

“That’s Akaashi’s partner. Isn’t that cool?”

“Sure. You guys fuck other people, don’t you?”

Silence. You stared at the ground, eyes wide in amused disbelief.

“That. Well. You aren’t wrong but that seems inappropriate.” Keiji was bright red and only burned brighter as he spoke.

“Not as inappropriate as you describing your sex life to us. Do they know you do that?”

“Yes, I do,” you said, staring up at him. “Slow down, lamp post. I think you need to relax.”

Kuroo let out a hyena laugh. “I like them,” he said.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Are we playing or not?”

“Playing,” Keiji said.

“Fine. Akaashi, you help tiny. Bokuto, you can be on their team.”

Bokuto frowned. “Why? You guys just have two middle blockers.”

“Kuroo can receive and both of us can spike.”

“Who’s going to set for you?” Keiji asked.

“I can,” you chimed in. Keiji’s friends all turned to you in surprise.

“I played through college. It’s only fair. Bokuto and Akaashi against me, Tsukishima, and Kuroo.”

Kuroo smiled, eyes glinting again as he stared at you. “I think that’s a brilliant plan. Ok with you, ‘Kashi?” Keiji narrowed his eyes at his friend, who still had his eyes trained on you.

“They can play setter for you. That’s it.”

The three other men looked at each other in surprise. The implication of his words was . . . jarring. You smiled nervously and walked to one side of the net. You shrugged off your jacket, revealing a thin long-sleeved shirt that no longer covered the back of your leggings. You could feel at least two men’s eyes on you, but you ignored it. All you had to do now was prove you could still play volleyball.

“You know the rules, then?” Tsukishima asked, tying his shoes tighter.

“I’ll be just fine, Tsukki-babe,” you said. He cringed at the nickname. “I’m more concerned with how Kuroo is going to play in his work clothes.

“Give me a minute, dearest,” he said, walking past you with a bag in his hands. “I brought clothes.”

“Hustle up, buddy, or we’ll start without you.”

“Shut up and practice before we lose to the chaos twins.”

Tsukki scoffed. “Like we’re going to lose to them. Bokuto’s going to go emo-mode in ten minutes, guaranteed.”

“Emo mode?” you asked. Tsukki’s brows raised and he smiled for the first time since you had met him.

“You’re dating Akaashi and you don’t know about Bokuto’s emo mode?”

“I guess not.”

He let out a delighted laugh, completely out of character but quite sweet. “God, you’re in for a treat.”

Kuroo returned in a short pair of red athletic shorts and a black t-shirt.

“Is that the same outfit you had in high school?” Keiji asked, a smile on his face.

“The very same,” Kuroo said, laughing and stretching his arms across his chest. “Well, not the exact same clothes, but the same colors. I outgrew my old stuff. I’ve gotten much bigger since high school.” He winked in your direction.

“Gross,” Tsukki said.

“Shut up.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “Can we start?” He shrugged off his own jacket, revealing a long-sleeved shirt and athletic shorts.

“Who gets first serve?” Keiji asked.

“There are more of us. You guys can start,” Kuroo said.

“Bokuto, do you want to serve or should I?” Keiji turned to Bokuto, who looked grumpy at the lack of attention he was getting.

“You do it, ‘Kashi.”

“Are you sure?”

Bokuto nodded vigorously and Keiji walked to the back line. You stood up towards the net while the other men backed up on the court.

“Nice serve,” you yelled.

“Shut up. He’s on the other team,” Tsukki said, sounding exasperated.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“So, you should want to kick his ass,” Kuroo said. You laughed and Keiji hit the ball over the net.

It went to Tsukki, who easily bumped it up. It traveled high in the air, thank goodness. You were a little rusty, but this made it much easier on you.

“Left!” Kuroo called, hand in the air. You pushed the ball his way, satisfied at the way it lifted off your fingers. You missed this feeling. It landed right against Kuroo’s hand, who slammed it down. It barely grazed the top of Bokuto’s fingers before spinning off and hitting the ground. Kuroo ran for you immediately, grin on his face.

“That was great! I gotta say, I thought you were going to suck, but that was great.” He continued rambling as you turned to Tsukki.

“What did you think, tough guy? That was a nice receive.”

“It wasn’t that impressive. I just knew it had to go high so your dumbass could actually hit it.” He sneered as he spoke, but from the way he was rubbing his forearms you could tell he was excited too. Though he played on his own, you were sure he missed practicing with this group.

“I’d like to see one of your famous blocks next time,” you teased.

“Then tell Bokuto-san to receive the damn ball.” He turned away from you and walked to the back line.

“Hey!” Bokuto had gotten into a receiving position, hands on his knees waiting for your team to serve. You couldn’t help but notice how thick his thighs were, even through his sweatpants. “Can we go or is Tsukki-dude gonna keep complaining?”

“We’re going,” Tsukishima replied, picking up the volleyball that Keiji had rolled over to his feet. “Relax before you use up all the energy in your brain.” You couldn’t help but snicker. His responses were so quick. He was an ass, but he was charming in his own way.

Tsukishima took his place on the back line and easily popped the ball over the net. Bokuto received it and sent it up high. Keiji had to run for it but he got under the ball. Tsukishima and Kuroo took their places on the net, following Bokuto closely with their eyes. You backed up and bent your knees, ready to receive if they somehow missed it.

They didn’t miss it.

The ball hammered into Tsukishima’s hand and he flexed his fingers, sending it straight back down over the net. Kuroo hollered and slapped him on the back, while Bokuto drooped down and a pouty expression came over his face.

“It wasn’t a hard spike. I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” Tsukishima said as Kuroo continued chattering on about how much he’s improved.

“Aghashkiii,” Bokuto said. Tsukishima’s attention was on him in an instant, eyes twinkling.

“Oh fuck, it’s happening.” He gestured for you to come closer. “Shortie, are you watching?”

“Yes, I’m watching. What’s going on?” You approached and watched as your boyfriend’s shoulders fell in a deep sigh.

“Kashi, we have to switch,” Bokuto whined. “You can’t set it to me anymore.”

“Told you it’d be less than ten minutes,” Tsukishima said, expression smug.

“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked. Kuroo laughed.

“He’ll be fine,” he said. “He just needs his setter. Akaashi, on the other hand, will barely survive. He hasn’t had to deal with this in years.” You snickered, then briefly wondered if they knew about Bokuto and Keiji’s . . . antics back in the day.

“Does he do this on his pro team?” you asked.

“Not that I’ve seen. Either they’re better at managing it or Bokuto just goes full baby for Akaashi.” Kuroo rolled his eyes and walked away.

You laughed to yourself. What an idiot. However, he was an idiot that was wrapped around your boyfriend’s finger. Interesting.

“Bokuto-san, are you sure?” Keiji was saying. “Your setting isn’t very precise.”

“Apparently neither is my spiking.”

“Fine. Good luck.” Bokuto didn’t see Keiji shake his head as he spoke. Tsukishima grabbed the volleyball again, a wide smile on his face.

“God, I can’t wait to see this one,” he said, then raised his voice so the other men could hear him. “Akaashi, it’s coming to you!” Keiji nodded and got into position. Bokuto’s eyes were still wide and blank as he got closer to the net.

Tsukishima hit the ball right into Keiji’s arms. He bumped it up without much trouble and shouted for Bokuto.

“Get under the ball, Bokuto!” He backed up to start a spiking approach.

“I got it!” Bokuto sounded frustrated. He ran for the ball, settled underneath it, and . . .

It clattered to the gym floor behind him. His expression remained blank and focused on the air above him, even when his arms flopped down to his sides.

“Our point!” Tsukishima called, smiling again. He ducked to the other side of the net and grabbed the ball. He really was a brat.

“Bokuto --” Keiji started.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” Bokuto said, slumping to the gym floor.

“You can’t just give up like that,” Kuroo interjected, sounding more amused than frustrated.

“I can and I will. Let’s just go to dinner. I don’t want to be sweaty if we’re going somewhere nice.”

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You were grateful that Keiji had convinced you to bring something nice to wear to the restaurant, otherwise you would have looked completely out of place. Kuroo had put his work clothes back on. Keiji had thrown on a sweater. Tsukishima wore a button-up and a vest and Bokuto was wearing a blazer with a t-shirt. Somehow, the outfits suited them.

“So,” Kuroo said between sips from a bottle of beer. “Akaashi has told us all about you.” You chuckled, pushing around the remaining rice on your plate.

“Is that so?” You glanced at Keiji, who sat beside you. His cheeks were slightly pink. He looked precious, like he was skating right on the edge of a giggle fit.

“Yep,” Kuroo continued. He had a sly smile on his face and looked all too happy to be talking to you. He leaned toward you across Tsukishima’s lap, who frowned and shoved him off. Kuroo flopped back down, leaning on an elbow on the table in front of his tall friend. “I’d say we know more about you than you know about us.”

“You know, that’s probably true.” You leaned on the table and matched his posture.

“Lame. Akaashi, why don’t you talk about us?”

Keiji took a deep sip of his drink and shook his head.

“Because I knew meeting you guys would do all the talking,” he said.

“What’s that mean?” Bokuto said a little too loudly, leaning into Keiji’s lap. Keiji looked down at him patiently, cheeks flushing a bit darker.

“It means your personalities are so aggressive that they need no explanation.”

“I’m not aggressive!”

“But your personality is.”

Bokuto frowned, not understanding but accepting the answer.

“So, what do you know about me?” you asked, turning back to Kuroo. He shrugged, staring into space to consider your question before giggling.

“What are you laughing at?” You narrowed your eyes at him. You knew exactly what he was thinking, but you wanted him to say it.

“The…nature…of your relationship with our boy Akaashi.”

“Yeah?” You tipped back your glass and grinned.

“We’ve heard all about it.”

“All?” You turned your face towards your boyfriend.

“Not even close,” he said through a smirk.

“What?” Kuroo asked, snapping his gaze to Keiji. “You’ve told us so much.”

“And there’s so much more to explore,” you said with a smug smile and exaggerated gesture.

“Yeah? With who?” Bokuto chimed in. You leaned over to Keiji.

“You’re right. That didn’t take long.” Keiji shook his head at your words and finished off his drink.

“I told you not to trust them,” he said. He turned his attention back to Bokuto. “With anyone, Bokuto-san.” Bokuto’s eyebrows nearly raised off his head.

“Anyone?”

“Anyone.”

“Truly anyone? Or are you one of those couples that acts like they’re kinky but really just watches porn together or something?” You were surprised that Tsukishima decided to chime in now, but you weren’t surprised by his comment. He was the type that had to see to believe. You narrowed your eyes at him and ran a finger down the back of his hand, which still clutched his glass on the table.

“Try me and find out,” you said. His eyebrows twitched and he looked away.

“Wait wait wait wait,” Kuroo cried, leaning over Tsukishima again. “Is that an offer?”

“What would you say if it was?” you asked. Keiji scoffed.

“Seriously?” Bokuto asked, eyes huge. You shrugged and looked at your boyfriend.

“What do you think, Kei?”

Tsukishima choked on his drink, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Kei?” he asked, a deep flush crawling up his cheeks.

“Jesus Christ,” Keiji said, rubbing his eyes. You laughed.

“Sorry, Tsukki. Short for Keiji.” Tsukki’s eyes remained trained on your face, looking not-quite-convinced with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place. You turned back to Keiji before you could get more distracted. “Well?” He let out a long sigh.

“Whatever you want, love.” He looked defeated, but you could tell he wasn’t unenthusiastic about the idea. You saw the way he had cupped a hand on Bokuto’s hip earlier, supposedly to keep him steady as he leaned into his lap. You couldn’t suppress a grin as you glanced back at the other men at the table. Bokuto looked confused, eyes still wide. Kuroo had paled, and Tsukishima seemed to still be reeling from you accidentally using his given name.

“Our place is closest,” you said. All three men looked like they had just been slapped.

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It started off awkard. There was plenty of time between your statement at the bar, getting the check, everyone finding their way back to your and Keiji’s shared apartment, and getting in a mental place where you could bring them all into your bedroom. Keiji had thrown a box of condoms and a small bottle of lube onto the foot of the bed, making everyone’s eyes go wide. Without kissing, touching, some sort of foreplay, it felt awkward, but truthfully, you had no connection to these men. They were just hot strangers that knew your boyfriend. You could do this.

“Who do you want first, love?” Keiji asked. You stared at the expectant faces in front of you. Kuroo’s eyes were glinting. He would be fun, but you didn’t want to jump into him right away. Tsukki was a silent brat, sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. You’d fix that later. He wasn’t a problem to deal with first.

“Bo?” you said. The large man perked up at your words, wide eyes trained on yours. “Come here, baby.” You gestured for him and he complied, swallowing hard as he crossed the room to you. You stood as he got to you and pushed him to a seated position on the bed.

“You seem eager, puppy,” you said, sinking to your knees in front of him. He inhaled sharply.

“I’m not--oh!” His sentence was cut off as you palmed him through his sweatpants.

“You aren’t what, Bo? You can tell me.”

“I-- shit.” His eyes fluttered closed as you established a slow rhythm, feeling him getting harder at your touch.

“You aren’t going to talk to me?” you pouted. You tried to sound sympathetic but you spoke through a small smile. “You haven’t been touched like this in a while, have you?” He shook his head and let out an unsteady breath.

“Want me to help?” you asked. “Want me to suck your cock?” There were several inhales from the wall behind you, but you kept going. You rose up a bit, keeping a hand between his legs as you kissed along his neck.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Aw, puppy, you know you have to ask better than that.”

“Will you -- fuck -- will you suck my cock?”

“So close, Bo. What do you call me?” There was the sound of Tsukki saying “seriously?” before he made a quiet grunting noise. Someone had elbowed him in the side.

“Ma’am?” Bokuto asked.

“Is that what you want to call me?”

He inhaled sharply and your hand ground into him harder. “I don’t want to say it.”

“Aw, puppy, why? You know I’m here to help.” You closed your teeth lightly on his earlobe and he exhaled hard, making you almost worried for his poor lungs. You whispered into his ear. “I want to hear you call me something pretty when you come down my throat.” His hips bucked up into your hand and he muttered something under his breath.

“What did you say, Bo? I couldn’t hear you.”

“M--” his eyes darted to the other men standing against the wall. You grabbed his face and made him look at you.

“Don’t worry about them. What do you want to call me, pup?”

“Mommy,” he said, so quiet you could barely hear him. You drew in a sharp breath. You were expecting something good, but that exceeded expectations. Your reaction seemed to give him a little confidence, because he spoke louder this time. “Mommy, please suck my cock.”

“Jesus Christ,” said a voice behind you. It sounded like Kuroo.

You grinned. “Good boy. Help mommy take off your pants.”

He immediately did as he was told, tugging them off and letting you throw them to the side. He was big, a little longer and thicker than Keiji. You felt heat rising in your stomach imagining your boyfriend in this same position years ago, using his adept fingers and skilled tongue on the man sitting in front of you.

“So big, puppy,” you said, smiling up at him. Let me help.” Before he could respond you had settled your lips over the head of his cock, swirling your tongue before taking him in deeper. He swore loudly and buried a hand in your hair. You hummed at his noises and moved your head faster. The room was filled with lewd noises that were quickly drowned out by Bokuto’s breathy whimpers.

“Talk to her, Bokuto-san, don’t be shy,” Keiji said. This is why you loved Keiji. He could swap personalities so fast, especially with the right partner.

“Feels good,” Bokuto stuttered, head tipping back. You heard footsteps approaching and felt a warm figure kneeling down behind you.

“Good girl.” It was Keiji. He leaned his face into the side of yours and undid your pants, slipping his hand down the front of them. “So wet already, love. I knew you were a slut, but Jesus.” He slipped his fingers inside you for a moment, wetting them before circling your clit quickly. He had a setter’s hands, precise and sure in every movement. You moaned and took Bokuto all the way into your mouth. He exhaled sharply and swore above you.

“You look so pretty with his cock down your throat, darling. Go faster for him, yeah? He likes it.” You complied, bobbing your head up and down and eliciting a series of loud noises from Bokuto.

“I want you to come when he comes, love. You’ll be good and do that for me, right?” You hummed in what you hoped would be interpreted as agreement and you sunk into Keiji’s touch. He knew exactly what to do to send you reeling in no time at all.

“Bokuto-san, tell her when you’re about to cum, yeah?” Bokuto nodded frantically and Keiji slapped his thigh. Bokuto jumped at the sudden strike, bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. “Use your words, Bokuto-san.”

“Yes. Fuck. I will, I promise.”

“Good boy,” Keiji said, rubbing faster circles against you. You continued to moan and you felt Bokuto twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close and thankfully, you were, too.

“Close, ‘Kashi.”

“Tell them, not me.”

“Mommy, please.” Bokuto moaned loudly. “Gonna cum soon.” Keiji leaned in close to your ear again, never losing his pace on you.

“Don’t swallow. Make him clean up his mess,” he said. You reached behind and squeezed his arm so he knew you understood, shaking a bit with your own approaching orgasm.

“Fuck. Holy shit,” Bokuto groaned, hips bucking as he came into your mouth. You continued moving on him as Keiji sent you over the edge, moaning around Bokuto’s cock.

“Dirty girl,” Keiji said through a laugh, pulling his hand away and returning to the wall. You pulled off of Bokuto, making sure not to accidentally swallow as you straddled his lap. He twitched at your advances, staring wide-eyed at your still-full mouth.

“Mommy, too -- fuck. Too sensitive.” You smiled and pressed your lips against his. He parted his lips instinctively, allowing you to kiss his own cum into his mouth. He swallowed obediently, moaning a bit as he did so. You smiled into the kiss, grinding your hips a little against him. He inhaled in a panic and pulled away, burying his face into your chest. You laughed and ran a hand lovingly through his hair.

“Good boy, Bokuto. Such a good boy. Should we let Kuroo go next? Wanna watch him fuck mommy?” Bokuto nodded against you, chest still heaving. You turned your head to face the wall. Keiji was smirking. Kuroo’s face was bright red. Tsukki didn’t look too phased, although you could see that he was fully hard.

“Kuroo, hon,” you said. He stiffened and pushed off the wall. “Bokuto says he wants to watch you fuck me.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Don’t be difficult. Get over here.”

Kuroo swallowed hard and approached you. You planted a quick kiss on Bokuto’s head and climbed off of him. He let out a gasp at the loss and laid back on the bed.

“Where do you want me?” Kuroo asked. You stared down at his hands and the growing bulge in his shorts and shook your head.

“No. Tell me where you want me.” You began working off the buttons of his shirt.

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

You nodded.

“Lay back.”

You smiled and did as you were told, scooting farther up onto the bed. Bokuto shifted so he wasn’t in the way. Kuroo smiled and leaned on top of you, capturing your lips in his. He was eager, tongue slipping easily into your mouth. You could still feel the happy curve of his lips as he moved against you, sliding one hand deep in your hair and the other curving around your waist. You kissed him back enthusiastically, surprised but delighted by the genuine affection. The hand on your waist slipped up under your shirt, like he wanted to pull it off but was too focused on the kiss to pull away. You tugged away from his lips and he followed, eyes still closed. You chuckled and sat up a bit under him, pulling your shirt over your head and capturing his face between your hands, pulling into another eager kiss. He breathed a sigh of appreciation and ran his hands over your newly exposed skin.

He pulled away and buried his face into the crook of your neck, kissing and lightly biting the sensitive skin. You sighed and tangled your hands in his insane hair. He kissed down, stopping just above the fabric of your bra. He tipped his head up to look at you, eyes bright. He licked his lips and you felt heat reaching the very tips of your fingers. You ran your fingers through his hair and nodded, giving him all the go ahead he needed to pull down the front of your bra and take a nipple into his mouth. You sighed again, grip in his hair tightening. He let out a huff at your reaction and circled his tongue. He bit down gently and you let out a gasp, locking your legs around his midsection.

“Kuroo,” you breathed. He didn’t break away from you, just let his eyes flicker up to meet yours. You felt a blissed out smile reach your lips at the sight. “Take off your fucking clothes.” He sucked harder on your chest for just a moment, eliciting a gasp from you, then leaned back down to kiss you again, grin on his lips. He only kissed you for a moment, tongue hungry in your mouth, before tugging his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side recklessly.

“Oi!” Tsukishima called out from the side of the room. You and Kuroo both laughed as you worked in tandem to get his belt loose and pants open, kissing clumsily as you went. As soon as you got them down and he kicked them to the side, you pulled your legs up and wiggled your pants down. Kuroo reached behind you and unclasped your bra (something that took even Keiji several tries and a hearty laugh) and began to kiss over your chest again. You tipped your head back and reached down, wrapping your hand around his already hard cock through his boxer briefs. He hissed against you, biting down where he was. Your breath caught in your throat.

“Jesus,” he said as he pulled away again, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your lace undergarments and tugging them down. He stared at you for just a second before snatching up a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. “Flip over,” he said, voice rougher. You complied instantly, breathing heavily from the kisses and adrenaline. You were faced with a stunned Bokuto, who you had forgotten was still laying -- or now, sitting up -- on the bed. You laughed and reached out for him. His eyes were wide as he laced his fingers through yours. From behind you, Kuroo teased your entrance. You sighed and leaned your head forward onto your arm, bracing yourself. He pushed in gently at first, shuddering out a deep breath at the contact. Impatiently, you pushed back onto him, feeling his full length sinking into you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned forward on top of you while your fingernails dug into the back of Bokuto’s hand. He began moving his hips slowly, the curve of his dick hitting perfectly inside of you. You leaned forward onto your hand, still clasped with Bokuto’s. Kuroo sped up his strokes, leaning back up and getting a bit rougher. His hands found their way to your hips, tugging you back against him as he moved. You choked out a moan as he pushed into you deeper with the new motion.

“Kuroo,” Keiji said. Kuroo apparently didn’t hear, swearing under his breath. Keiji scoffed. “Tetsuro!”

“Fuck -- what, Akaashi?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” Kuroo ignored him, slowing down for a moment, hitting a particularly deep part of you that made you whine and bury your face further against Bokuto’s hand. “Kuroo, hit them.”

“What?” Kuroo sounded slightly incredulous, or at least as incredulous as he could sound when out of breath and buried inside of you.

“Spank. Them.”

Kuroo chuckled slightly and brought one of his hands back to rest on your ass, rubbing it before winding it back and landing a heavy smack against you. You bucked up at the motion, your back losing its arch for a moment. Your mouth fell open and you felt Bokuto reach up, running a finger along your lip in fascination. You looked up at him, tongue lolling out to make contact with the digit. His eyes widened and he pressed the finger onto your tongue. Kuroo landed another hit on your ass and you jumped forward, taking Bokuto’s finger far into your mouth. He shuddered out a breath. Kuroo smacked you again and you moaned loudly, still maintaining eye contact with Bokuto. His breath was picking up as he watched you, tongue swirling around his finger.

“God, you really like this, don’t you?” Kuroo asked, a smile evident in his voice. “What if I . . .” he reached forward and gathered the hair at the nape of your neck, tightening his fist so he was pulling it without yanking your head backwards. Your eyes fell shut and you let out a muffled moan, the sensation adding a layer of delicious pain on top of the pleasure racking your body.

“I knew it,” Kuroo continued. “Jesus, you’re fun.” He gasped, hips jumping slightly. You heard a scoff at his words. Your eyes flickered open and found the two men still sitting on the side of the room. Keiji was smiling, but Tsukishima looked like he was trapped in a haze, unable to fully comprehend what was happening in front of him. You pulled off of Bokuto’s finger with one last slide of your tongue. He shivered and brought his hand back against his chest.

“Tsukki,” you sang. Tsukishima looked up, eyebrow cocked. You let out a gasp and your eyes flickered closed for a second as Kuroo landed another smack. You smiled at the tall blond and the expression dropped off his face. “Come here, Tsukishima.” He rolled his eyes.

“You seem occupied,” he said, voice wavering just a bit. You bit down on your hand as Kuroo slowed down again, dragging his cock nearly fully out before steadily driving back in.

“Tsukishima, I’m not playing that game,” you managed through a gasp. “Get over here.” He rolled his eyes and stood, beginning to approach you. Your eyes met his hungrily. “Take off your shirt,” you said as he stopped in front of you. You moved so you could face him, Kuroo moving with you and adjusting to the new angle easily. Tsukishima made no move to follow your instruction, staring down at you with an unreadable but distinctly gruff expression on his face. You scoffed and reached out, grabbing his waistband and pulling him to you. You could see his dick, long and thin, fully hard through his slacks. Impatiently, you pulled at the button until it opened. You yanked down, freeing him from his pants and undergarments in one motion. You wasted no time leaning forward and wrapping your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning as Kuroo picked up his pace again.

“Jesus fuck,” Kuroo gasped. Tsukishima didn’t look like he knew what to do with his hands, holding them up by his chest in surprise. You hummed around his cock, looking up at him. He held eye contact, previously cocky eyes wide. Kuroo let out a groan and dug the tips of his fingers into your hips.

“Fuck. I’m cl -- fuck!” he groaned, hips stuttering. He wasn’t even capable of finishing a coherent thought, pounding into you from behind. He moved your entire body with each stroke, making you involuntarily take Tsukishima deeper into your mouth at every forward motion. Tsukki finally relaxed a bit, hands gently burying in your hair as Kuroo’s swearing got louder. He leaned down, supporting himself with one arm on the bed and the other wrapped around your midsection. He plucked at your nipples, elliciting surprised sounds from you that were muffled against Tsukishima.

You felt the moment Kuroo came. His face pushed into your back, panting breaths heavy against your skin as his hips broke their rhythm. He pulsed inside of you, dragging a groan from deep in your chest. Tsukishima’s grip on your hair tightened and he let out a sharp hiss, clearly trying to hold back any noise.

Kuroo finally pulled out and tipped away from you, probably realizing how close he was to Tsukishima. He stood up and took a few steps back, brushing his black hair, now sticky with sweat, out of his eyes. You popped your mouth off of Tsukishima and ran your hands up quickly, popping the buttons of his shirt open from the bottom up.

“What--” he started. You cut him off.

“Bo, baby, move.” Your order was gentle but firm. Bokuto recognized your tone immediately, scrambling pantsless up from the bed and moving out of your way. You sat up on your heels and pulled on Tsukishima’s shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed. He sat down and backed against the headboard, brows furrowed. His face flushed when he looked down and realized he was fully exposed, but you remedied that easily, crawling into his lap and silencing whatever snarky remarks were boiling in his brain to calm his nerves. You planted a heated kiss against his lips.

He was a gentler and less smiley kisser than Kuroo, but more precise. Every movement of his tongue felt like a calculated effort, feeling out your weak spots and taking advantage of them once he found them. You sighed and sat farther down in his lap, grazing his cock between your legs. You ground down slightly before realizing -- shit. You were so distracted by the kiss that you almost forgot. You leaned back, breaking the kiss but remaining in his lap. You snatched up a condom and wagged it in front of Tsukishima’s eyes. He scoffed.

“No need to act so giddy,” he said. You just smiled at him, taking in the vision of the red faced man in front of you. His lips were slick and parted, like he was desperately waiting for another kiss, and his glasses were slowly de-fogging. You laughed and captured his lips in yours again, biting lightly at his bottom lip and just barely teasing him with your tongue. When you pulled away, he followed you slightly, then immediately sat back and blinked, like he was trying to cover up the motion. You huffed a laugh and slid his glasses off his face.

“Kashi,” you said, holding them out behind you without breaking eye contact with Tsukishima. You felt them leave your hand and you returned your touch to Tsukki’s face, running your thumb along his bottom lip.

“Cute,” you mumbled, nearly laughing again at the way his face turned an even darker shade of red.

“Agashi,” Bokuto whined behind you. You laughed and peered over your shoulder. Bokuto was squirming. He had put his boxer-briefs back on, but you could see that he was hard again, probably painfully so.

“Keiji, love, take care of him,” you said, carefully putting on the gentle tone you used with Bokuto. Keiji slid next to Bokuto, whose eyes were now wide, and you turned back to Tsukishima knowing your boyfriend had everything under control. You heard Bokuto gasp and Kuroo mutter “Jesus,” but you just held the condom up to Tsukishima’s mouth. He looked at you with confusion written on his face.

“What?” he asked.

“Open,” you replied, holding it closer to his mouth. His eyes grew wide but he leaned in, opening his mouth and closing his teeth on the wrapper. You smirked at him and tugged at the foil. You pulled out the condom when it was finally open and tossed the wrapper from Tsukishima’s lips to the side. You replaced it with your lips as you moved your hand between your legs and slipped the condom onto Tsukki. He gasped at the contact, leaning his head back against the headboard. You followed him with your lips and deepened the kiss as you wrapped a hand around him, lining him up with your entrance. You sunk down, not giving either of you a chance to really react until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He broke from your lips and leaned his forehead against your cheek. He let out a shuddering gasp and wrapped his arms around your waist. You turned your face and kissed his forehead, then lifted up slightly and sunk back down onto him. He gasped and you began to rock more steadily, slowly picking up the energy and pace.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he let out a sigh, fingers burying into your skin.

“God, you feel good, Tsukki,” you breathed into his hair. He grunted in response, lips pursing to kiss at your skin. You sighed and tipped your head back, exposing more of your neck to his eager lips. His hands shifted to your hips and he gripped them tightly, pulling down as you slid over him, making him hit you somehow even deeper. You gasped and threw your arms around his neck.

“Shit,” you whispered as he took control of your pace, pulling you down hard. “Tsukki,” you sighed, ruffling his hair.

“I--” he started, but was cut off by a sweet, choked sound that came from deep in his throat. “Say my name again.”

“Tsukki,” you said. He shook his head against you. As he tipped his head up towards yours, you heard the familar click of the lube cap and felt weight sink onto the edge of the bed. You were unsure who it was until Bokuto let out a strangled gasp. Ah. Keiji really was taking care of him. You pressed a quick kiss against Tsukishima’s lips and leaned your forehead against his.

“Say my name like earlier,” he said. “The other one.” Your eyes widened and you smiled.

“Are you sure, Kei?” you teased. He groaned. “Aw, you like that?” He didn’t respond, but his face was screwed up into a look of concentration and pleasure that almost looked like pain.

“Again.”

“You feel so good, Kei.” He moaned, a sound you didn’t think you were going to be lucky enough to hear. “So good. Fuck, Kei.” You scattered his name into bouts of praise and swearing. He removed one of his hands from you, making you have to keep up the pace with your hips. You didn’t understand why until his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, starting to draw small, focused circles against it. Your hips stuttered out of pace and you moaned, tightening your grip around his neck. You were so oversensitive from Kuroo and Keiji’s advances that the movement on your clit was almost too much. Your breathing was coming in gasps.

“Bokuto-san, relax,” you heard Keiji say, though it felt like it was a thousand miles away.

“Get off of my fucking foot,” Tsukishima said, sounding frustrated even though the words were strained. Your eyebrows pinched together, frustrated.

“Move, Bokuto,” Keiji said, and you felt the weight shift again.

“Kei,” you said, loud enough to give Tsukishima pause. “Don’t pay attention to them.” He looked suprised.

“I --” he started.

“No.” You cut him off with a particularly devastating buck of your hips, and his expression changed. Just a moment later, though, he was glancing behind you at the source of the muffled gasps and whines behind you. You grabbed him by the jaw and stopped moving.

“Open,” you said. His eyebrows knit together.

“What?”

“Open.” You ran your thumb down his bottom lip, holding it for a moment before he complied. You leaned above him and spat.

Shock was the first thing to flash over Tsukki’s eyes, followed very quickly by something dark. He swallowed, staring into your eyes like you just set him on fire.

“Learn your lesson?” you asked. He said nothing, but his hands returned to your hips and dug into them, like he was begging you to move. “Good,” you said through a smile. You began to rock into his lap once more.

He let out a genuine moan, choppy and desperate and gorgeous. It was like that one motion made him yours, completely. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing faster and more desperate circles. You crashed your lips into his, moaning into his mouth as he returned the favor. There was something so intimate in his motions. It was hard to believe this Tsukishima was the same asshole from earlier.

“Fuck, Kei, I’m close,” you said. Tsukki nodded, forehead still pressed against yours.

“Come with me,” he mumbled. If you weren’t so close to him you wouldn’t have believed he said it, but sure enough, you were both leaning against each other like your lives depended on it. He started swearing, small “fuck”s that grew in volume the closer he got. You could feel yourself reaching the peak, eyes squeezing shut and body locking. Right when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, right when you were about to beg Tsukishima to hurry up and finish so you could die against him, his grip around you tightened. He could still move you, riding out his orgasm inside of you, but he squeezed you so close you thought you could shift into his chest if you really wanted to. Your body shook, jerking involuntarily against his thumb. Both of you were panting, and it felt like the world went black around you as you kept your faces pressed together.

You couldn’t tell when the moment ended, but when it did Tsukishima was kissing along your shoulders and allowing you to slump against him, arms barely holding you up.

“Why don’t you lay down?” he whispered, and you nodded, feeling almost drunk. You swung your leg off of him, shuddering at the loss of him inside of you. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss against your forehead as you laid on your back.

“Love, scoot closer,” you heard Keiji say. Fuck. They weren’t done with you yet. You opened your eyes to finally see what had been happening behind you while you were falling apart in Tsukishima’s lap.

Bokuto was laying on his back, legs pitched up slightly. Keiji’s hand was pressed flush up against him, preparing him for who knows what else. Your eyes widened and, without thinking, you did what your boyfriend told you to do.

“Bokuto, turn around,” Keiji said, and Bokuto did as he was instructed. He looked blissed out and shaky, but allowed himself to be pushed forward until his face was laying against one of your thighs. He smiled up at you, as if he was greeting an old friend intead of laying ass up with your boyfriend positioning himself behind him.

“Y/n, open your legs.” Fuck. Bokuto’s cheeks flushed and he turned to look back at Keiji.

“‘Kashi, I--” He was cut off by one slow, perfect thrust by Keiji. You did as you were told, staring up at Keiji’s face in awe. His eyes had closed and he looked unbelievably content.

“You know what to do, Bokuto,” he said. “Just make sure you breathe.”

With that, Bokuto buried his mouth against you.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation, like Keiji’s commands were magic. He had been like this as long as you had known him, but judging by the surprised sounds Kuroo and Tsukki made, it wasn’t the Akaashi they knew.

Bokuto seemed hungry, like you were the one thing holding him back from starvation. His tongue made long strokes against you, making your hips shake. He stopped every so often to focus on your clit, swirling his tongue or sucking harshly. You weren’t even sure what kind of noises you were making at this point, just that someone was making a lot of sound and it was more than likely you. Akaashi’s thrusts were slow and deep, making Bokuto groan against you. It was an overwhelming feeling, your boyfriend fucking someone else into you. With how oversensitive you were, you didn’t think you’d last long.

Your orgasm wasn’t a slow build this time. It was choppy and harsh, almost painful as Bokuto sucked enthusiastically on your clit. Your legs couldn’t stay open on their own, crushing his head between your thighs as you made a panicked noise. The rumble of another groan from Bokuto is what sent you over, back arching and head leaning back into the bed. You were breathless, not making much sound as your body reacted out of your control. You had to push Bokuto off of you and slide away in order to get him to stop. He was so eager it seemed like he would have tried for another if you hadn’t escaped.

Now all you could do was watch as Akaashi leaned forward, taking Bokuto’s cock in his hand and timing movement with his hips. Bokuto was drooling onto the bed, making the sweetest whining noises you had ever heard. He came quickly after that, crying Akaashi’s name into the comforter as his lower body jerked. Akaashi fucked him through it and followed soon behind, face scrunching and breaths coming out as gasps.

Bokuto collapsed against the bed as Keiji pulled out, yanking off the condom and tucking himself back into his slacks like nothing had happened. God, he was a piece of work sometimes.

You stood, collecting your clothing from the floor. You pulled on your shirt, not bothering with your bra. You didn’t even know where it was.

You missed the left leg hole of your pants twice before Kuroo finally wrapped an arm around you and helped you get them up, even buttoning them for you once they were on.

“Well,” you said, but it came out strained. You coughed, smiling up at the group of men. “That was . . .” You couldn’t finish the sentence, letting out a choppy laugh instead.

“That was,” Kuroo agreed, laughing with you.

“If you guys would be willing . . .” Tsukishima said.

“Can we please do that again?” Bokuto said, a bit too loud for the room. Keiji’s eyes grew wide.

“Not right now!” he said. Bokuto laughed.

“Not right now. But sometime?” They all turned to face you, looking precious and eager. You laughed, then sighed heavily.

“Absolutely.”

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Zeke and Reiner birthday collab!! It was supposed to be longer but my sens of organisations is close to zero so I was late as usual @saccharine-darling collab!!!

4K words, smut ahead (but not that much lol)

Warning: reader is low-key cheating, semi public sex maybe angst too idk….

Perhaps the sun, always glorious and a harbinger of delight and bliss, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its obscurity brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

On a bright day when everything seemed dark, questioning your relationship with Reiner, you met him, Zeke Yeager, like a light among the stars, like the moon eclipsing the sun for a mere moment, but maybe long enough to forget about how bright the sun used to shine.

—LUNAR ECLIPSE—

A single tiny piece of sunshine that seemed to escape from the firmament to find refuge, a curtain slightly ajar so that the darkness did not take over the whole room and one side of the bed unmade, the grey cotton sheets crumpled as usual, as they have been every morning for several months now. It was all these little details, in addition to your noisy alarm clock, the passers-by and the cars in the city streets, that brought you out of your long and sweet reverie, the one that allowed you to escape from your daily life, which was morose, to say the least.

You gathered up what courage you had left and got up after stretching your numb limbs from the awkward position you had been in while sleeping. Walking a few steps to reach the window, you opened the shutters and curtains to finally let the sweet sunshine into the sad room, which needed it. Although you had no desire to see him again, your stomach was just rumbling with anticipation of anything that might fill it. So you opened the white wooden door, turned the gold handle, and headed for the main room of your little flat.

"Morning." You greeted with a sigh before opening one of the small doors in the wall shelves to pick up a black patterned mug into which you poured coffee straight from the coffee pot.

"Hm." The short-haired man simply replied without even bothering to look in your direction, as if he didn't care about your presence anymore.

You didn't even care, you'd taught your heart not to feel bruised by every loveless move he made. He just couldn't stand you anymore, he didn't love you like he used to. You don't know what changed, what you could have done to make your sweet and loving boyfriend suddenly change his behaviour.. The idea that he had met someone else had crossed your mind more than once, but you didn't even dare ask him; you were frightened of the answer he might address you. Despite his silence, you never stopped loving him and it hurt you deeply that he could have gone to someone else, another girl, maybe more beautiful, funnier... It's all these questions that have little by little pushed you away from him in your turn.

"Did you sleep well? It was hot last night and I had a little trouble falling asleep.” But you tried to talk to him, no matter what, you always found something to say to try to reconnect with the man you loved.

With the summer, the heat and the sun, he had even more excuses to go out at all hours of the day so you had even less opportunity to see him. At times you can't help but think back to the days when you would jump into his arms as soon as you heard his keys turn in the front door lock, when you would spend the evening in each other's arms whispering sweet nothings. You think back on those moments with great melancholy, you don't even feel like the same man anymore.

“Yeah.” Once again, he didn't look at you; his head was turned towards the television, which was showing a programme even more boring than the questions you were asking him to break the ice. Slumped on the sofa, his left leg stretched out and the other bent; you sat down next to him and put your cup on the living room’s small coffee table.

"We could go out today, don't you think? I miss when we used to go for walks in the city Reiner." You asked, your eyes on him, and thankfully you noticed a small movement in his regard as if in a second he had recalled happy memories, memories where everything still seemed perfect.

"I...I already have stuff planned." He replied after a short moment, his gaze still evasive.

"Oh...Okay." You simply answered, not wanting to annoy him longer, maybe that was the reason; you were too much on his back, you were asking for too much attention...

Silently sipping your coffee, you pondered for a moment, your mind elsewhere. After a few minutes of communicating to yourself, you made your settlement. You were going to go out without him, you didn’t need him for everything. It had been weeks since you had been out with just yourself and you were beginning to miss it; when you officially moved in with him, away from your family, you lost touch with many of your friends so it was high time to meet new people and have some fun for once.

So the day passed, the noon and then the afternoon; you had decided to go out at night to appreciate everything even better, the big lights on the main boulevard, itself filled with people dancing -contrasting with their morose faces of the day-, the bars full of life, the stars overhanging the sky and giving it a bit of light in its solitary gloom...Everything seemed more beautiful once the sun was down. Perhaps the sun, always bright and a harbinger of delight and hapiness, reminded you of how dull and dreary your life was, while the moon and its night brought you back to your slumbers and reveries.

Using your phone, you took down the address of a bar in your town that you had spotted earlier on one of your walks. It was quite big but seemed to be a bit of an upmarket bar, given the prices of the drinks. But you didn't give up, it was your night out, all to yourself and it didn't matter if you ended up broke, you wanted to have fun for once.

So when night fell, you put on your best evening dress, a short black dress, hugging your body to perfection without being too tight, and your pumps of the same colour - a little high and uncomfortable, but that would be a problem for later -. And of course, you took forever to make yourself beautiful in the bathroom, make-up, eyebrows, nails... Who knows, maybe you were going to meet someone, or maybe somewhere in the back of your mind, you wished Reiner would see you like this, that he would fall in love with you again like he did a few years before when he saw you at that campus party. You would have liked him to compliment you, to ask you to stay home, or even to ask you out instead; but none of that; he was already off somewhere while you were primping in the next room.

Turning the key in the lock of the front door, you then went down the stairs quickly - trying not to fall with your impractical high heels - and went to the taxi you had ordered beforehand because, although the bar was not far away, you were still a woman in a short dress at night and you didn't want to put your life in danger. Once in the car, the driver began to drive carefully, exchanging a word or two with you so that the journey would not be too boring.

"So, a girls' night out? It's a beautiful day right now, even at night, you're lucky to see the stars in the city, with the pollution, not everyone gets to see them so often." The man says to you, hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead, preparing to brake at the red light.

"Yeah, that's right. I'm going out to have some fun." You simply replied to the white-haired, long-bearded widow with the same unkempt light colour.

"In my day, me and my friends used to run out of bars, unpaid!" He recalled with a smile as he looked at you through the car window to look at your smiling face, too. "So if you need me to wait for you outside the bar so you can escape, don't hesitate, the police have never caught me...yet."

"It's going to be hard for me to run around with these things on my feet...but I'll make a note, the prices are outrageous." You replied to his somewhat amusing remark.

The car had been driving for several minutes now and you saw the front of the bar, so the driver pulled over and waited for you to give him the money for the fare, which you said after digging into your wallet for a few seconds.

“Take care of yourself miss” He finally said before rolling up the driver's side window and leaving.

You breathed out a deep breath before crossing the street that separated you from the place. It was, like all the other signs of this kind, much more animated at this hour and more beautiful too. Its many lights of all colours and the people who surrounded it, some outside to smoke or drink and others, inside laughing with friends, that you could see between the half-open doors... All this gave an astonishing charm to this place.

Your legs a little shaky with hesitation, you finally entered, putting your hands on one of the glass doors to push it open slightly to give yourself more room to pass. You quickly made your way to the bar at the far right of the large room. To avoid people who had already had too much to drink, you stayed close to the walls, walking quickly along them to wait for the right place. Although your steps went in one direction, your eyes, curious as they are, turned towards the dance floor and the other people present. They seemed so happy, full of life, smiling, dancing... You wondered immediately if, like you, their lives were not a reflection of their current emotions, if, like you, they woke up in the morning, sad with the feeling that their lives are meaningless. They seem so happy at the time, but are they really happy once the sun rises, once the bar lights go out?

You took a seat on one of the leather stools placed at the counter, waiting for a waiter to ask you what you wanted to order. A simple whisky, that's what you took when the waiter came towards you.

Sipping your drink -or rather the second one, as you had swallowed the first one in record time-, you continued to look at the others, indefinitely, when you heard a voice break your precious silence; it was the bar's waiter once again but this, this time he was holding a small plate with two drinks on it.

"Excuse me, here," he placed two more glasses of whiskey in front of you, "The man over there paid for you." He nodded towards another part of the room to your puzzled look. In the distance, there was a group of men who looked like businessmen, from the black suits they were still wearing. You didn't know which man he was talking about, there were several of them; two with blond hair, one who looked very effeminate and the other with glasses and a beard; a dark-skinned man with closely shaved hair and finally a dark-haired man who seemed to be smaller in stature, especially compared to one of the blond men beside him.

You turned back your head to its original position, a little smile on your face, proud that your charm was still working, and what's more, on a man who seemed rather attractive - because, even if you didn't know which man the drink came from, the four of them were rather to your liking -

"Is this seat taken?" A deep yet soft voice suddenly asked, taking you out of your reverie.

You turned towards the noise you had just heard and noticed that a young man, about your age or maybe older, was pointing with his index finger at the chair next to yours. He was one of the guys you just saw some minutes prior, one of the blonde, the one with the beard and the round silver glasses.

“Oh...No. No, it’s not, you can take it,” you answered as naturally as possible, with a smile that had not yet left your lips. The unamed man said before sitting on the chair at your right, he had a cup in his hand, half empty.

“So...What a girl like you is doing here..” he leaned over a little to look at the other vacant seat on your left. “...all by herself?”

"Oh well, I was supposed to come with someone but they dropped me... so I preferred to come alone." you replied honestly, your eyes looking into his.

"He doesn't know what he's missing then." He added with a small smile and a discreet wink.

Although the man was attractive, you weren't used to that anymore; going out to bars, being accosted…Since you were with Reiner, you had developed the habit of always replying negatively to the advances of men. But at the moment everything was racing through your brain, you didn't even know what he was doing tonight and he didn't even bother to ask you where you were going, as if he didn't care anymore.

To have fun. That was the promise you made to yourself, and you decided to keep it.

"Zeke, nice to meet you. "You finally told him after he asked your name and, of course, you asked his in return.

Maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it was the sense of freedom you hadn't had the pleasure of feeling in months, but for some reason you'd ended up chatting with him for hours. You knew that time was passing, thanks to the waiter's digital watch that lit up every time he lifted his arm to look for a bottle up high, your eyes were directed straight to the sudden glimpse of light in the darkness.

He offered to dance, which you refused, for fear that your heels would give out under your inexperienced movements - or maybe those embarrassing movements were the real reason - and then he offered you something else, something a little daring, maybe even too daring for the short time you'd both been sitting at the bar.

You accepted, without even considering too much, maybe you should have? or maybe the adrenaline and the alcohol in your veins spoke for you. This man had appeared like lightning in the middle of a storm, the moon in the middle of a sky devoid of light. In other words, he was there at the right time.

So there you were, without really knowing how or why, sitting on the edge of one of the sinks in the bar's toilets, your dress somewhat raised so that your skin could come into contact with the cold surface of the piece of furniture, your legs spread -it was almost pathetic- and his hands placed on your half-opened thighs, rough hands, large and painted with several blue veins, contrasting with his rather light skin and which gave in spite of themselves a little colour to his light skin.

"Are you sure no one will come and disturb us here?" You asked, putting your hands on his chest, still dressed, although he had removed his black blazer. Only a white shirt prevented you from coming into direct contact with his skin, the one you wanted so much, now.

"Don't worry...just relax, okay?" He moved closer to you and placed a soft kiss on your neck that made your eyelids close almost instantly.

His lips began to move freely over your face and chest, as if they couldn't decide where to land. His arms were still wrapped around you, moving around your back, catching the fabric of your dress at times, as if to bring you closer to him.

While your eyelids were still closed, your ears were attentive to every little sound in the room, as if they were ready to inform your body of someone's arrival or, as was the case now, to hear the zip of his trousers being quickly undone.

"Are you sure?" You felt his warm breath next to your ears, as if he were telling you a well-kept secret.

"I'm sure." You retorted, ready to submit to one of the cardinal sins. Although, you would have much preferred that he took you home, for comfort, at least.

You felt his long, hot member between your thighs, with a long sigh of your own. He was already hard as a rock, and you wet as the ocean, for a flash of a second you wondered if this was his intention all along and if he had noticed you as soon as you stepped into that bar and then, a little heat growing in your crotch made you forget about this useless questioning.

You tried not to be too blatant, but as his pelvic thrusts got more profound and faster, you couldn't stop a few moans from escaping your lips.

"Fuck...a body like that.." He commented, using two of his fingers to push the fabric of the neckline of your dress and expose one of your breasts to the air.

"Zeke..." You moaned languidly as he continued his back and forth.

"What? You don't agree maybe? Look at you." He questioned, though his question was mostly rhetorical at this point because yes, indeed, you had noticed what a disadvantageous position you were in. "Poor girl... so desperate, I almost feel sorry for you, you know"

Then he stopped for a moment and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down from the sink where your feet did not touch the floor. He turned you, a little violently, and pressed your belly against the surface of the sink, allowing him to have a full view of everything below, which, as you could imagine, he was most interested in.

He kept his burning hands on your hips - you could feel it even through the lmere piece of tissue that separated your skin from his - to help his pelvis move even harder, which released even more little moans from you, trying as hard as you could to muffle them with the palm of your hand, though it was more than futile.

"I'm almost there...Fuck you feel amazing..." he groaned in a hoarse voice, his movements becoming more and more tired but still rough, as if he wanted to get it over with quickly.

With all the alcohol you'd ingested -which you weren't really used to doing anymore- your envy was even bigger than usual but, strangely, your pleasure wasmore distant, as if each movement was taking you further away from the orgasm. But you didn't give up, your lower body was still on fire, as if insatiable, never satiated - although the fingers he placed on your clitoris helped a little with that -

With a final grunt from him and a long moan from you, your mutual pleasure finally came to an end. And suddenly all your senses came back to you; you felt his hips pressed against you, his hands roaming over your half-dressed body, the surface of the washbasin which was no longer really cold thanks to your own warmth, the air conditioning of the toilet which didn't even have a window and finally, the dimmed lights of the room.

He withdrew from you after a few seconds -or maybe a few minutes, you didn't even know anymore-, removed the soiled condom he had put on beforehand and wrapped it in paper before throwing it precautiously in the trash. Returning to you a moment later, he pulled up the black lace lingerie that had been left on one of your calves and pulled your dress back on, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder, in stark contrast to his rough actions earlier.

Once out of the toilet, under the innocent gaze of the other customers, he proposed to you, leaning against the wall near the exit, to meet him the next day, at an address he had given you, that of his flat. Should you? You had felt so good a few minutes before, but now that you had regained your senses, everything was confused. Sure he was charismatic, quite funny and cultured but Reiner couldn't leave your consciousness so easily, you had been through so much with him, you couldn't leave him after just one night with another man.

But you accepted. You were not committed to anything, you had only given him your name; you would have the whole day to think quietly, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar and with less alcohol flowing through your veins.

So after a simple kiss on your cheek, he called you a taxi and even opened the door for you, wishing you a good night. The ride was short, you didn't even think about him for a second but only about Morpheus, who seemed to be screaming your name, your comfortable bed was the only thing you craved now.

***

Just a tiny bit of sunlight sticking out of the door, one hand on the handle and the other on your purse, a great gulp of air escaping from your lungs and finally, the guilt that took over your mind suddenly, once the door was open.

What the fuck had you done.

The blond boy with the marked facial features was there, lying on the couch, his body covered by one of your blankets and, in his sleeping hand, his phone still open on the messaging application where you could read your name. You turned on your phone, something you hadn't done all evening.

"Where are you? You're not home." Please come back home I have a surprise for you. "Hey?" "Please tell me that you're okay at least. "I love you." "Sorry"

You were confused, it had been a long time since he had stopped sending you such messages, words that seemed to indicate his attachment to you. So you turned on one of the lamps in the living room to get a better look, because the light from the television wasn't bright enough to illuminate the whole room.

A table covered with a red tablecloth with small decorative patterns, a large candle in the centre, which had once been lit by the dripping wax but was now out and cold, two plates and cutlery, one full and one half eaten, and to top it all off, your old friend the Guilt, who was just whispering maliciously in your ears.

"You're back..."

At the sound of the still sleeping little voice, your eyes suddenly widened and your body felt heavy now, as if your legs were going to give out under your weight. But you turned back to him, not looking at all. He looked tired and was dressed in his pyjamas, a simple white tank top with grey shorts.

"Oh hi." You replied simply, a little confused by the situation.

He walked towards you, with a shy smile on his face, like a child trying to get close to a wild animal that might run away at any moment.

"I wanted to... "He looked down at your outfit and his gaze shifted for a moment, as if he'd just realised you'd spent the night away from home and, as he knew you didn't really have any friends here, that you'd spent it out there alone. But he didn't say a word and continued, "I wanted to apologise. I've been a shit to you and I know that. I'm so sorry, I know you deserve better, but I promise I'll make it up to you."

You frowned and opened your mouth, letting fresh air enter between your lips. Reiner probably read the confused and shocked expression on your face, so he continued.

"I had so much on my mind right now, you know, I feel so bad. I would do anything for you..I..I don't know...I should have told you about it my love I'm sorry." You saw a tear escape from his right eye, almost reaching his rosy cheek before he wiped it away with his hand, "Maybe we could try again?" with his fragile fingers, he took you by the hand and looked you straight in the eyes. "Please, I love you so much."

You should have been happy. You should have jumped into his arms, told him that all was forgiven, promised him a bright future, put your lips against his. But you were as if frozen, like a criminal before the police, like a slow prey before its fast predator.

So you stood there, forcing a small smile that on the surface said 'all is well' but in reality depicted your unhappiness even more than the tears. He responded to your smile, wrapping his warm arms around you, as you had so dreamed of, as you would have loved this very morning.

You couldn't even think straight. Had he planned all this for you? That's why he didn't want to go out. And you had gone elsewhere, while all he could think about was you, all he could think about was making things right.

Lying. It was the only solution. You wouldn't see Zeke again tomorrow, you would forget him, this evening would be a distant memory, like a dream so realistic that you would almost forget that it had never happened.

Like the moon on an eclipse day, it had hidden the sun, almost making you forget its beauty and warmth, temporarily providing some comfort in the dark night that the luminous orb had caused when it suddenly left.

It was tears that lulled you that night, under the mocking eye of the moon.

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hello. have you seen this post by @notsomightymightytiger?? that’s my friend!!! and this is completely and utterly inspired by that and completely and utterly written for her. love you stabby friend <3

also known as: the tigers go to disneyland, kateva like to kiss, chess, reese and mattie have an understated bromance and cheerwives can actually be fluffy for once

tw: swearing, theme park kind of things??? aka rollercoasters and fireworks and all that. as always, let me know if i’ve missed anything

(sidenote idk if you can tell but i have never in my life been to disneyland don’t come for me if i wrote it all wrong i tried my best)

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"We're going to Disneyland."

There was silence in the gym for a solid thirty seconds before all hell broke loose.

"WhAT???"

"Wait, really?!?"

"Oh my God, Riley, you're the best, oh my gOd!"

"Why the fuck did you think that taking us to fucking Disneyland was a good idea??" Kate looked less than pleased at the proposition, a stark contrast to the delighted faces of Reese and Mattie.

Riley smiled brightly. "Team bonding!!"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Right. Of course." Their voice rose in pitch, sarcasm delicately lacing their words. "For the best of the team-"

Chess cut them off, not so subtly stamping on her foot. "Katherine, please."

Farrah had been wobbling on her tiptoes, peering over Annleigh's shoulder. She gave a long-suffering groan. "Annleigh, Clark's not a Tiger, he can't come."

"But-"

"No. It's unfair."

Annleigh ignored her sister and switched her attention to Riley, making her best puppy eyes at the captain. Riley only widened her smile. It probably hurt her face a little bit. "You know what? Fine. Clark can come. It's gonna be fun, right?!"

Annleigh giggled at the answer, sticking her tongue out at a fuming Farrah. Kate was in a similar predicament, being held back by a smirking Chess with an arm around their shoulder. They pulled out their phone as well, already dialling a number, “If Annleigh’s boyfriend gets to come, then my girlfriend should be allowed as well. Otherwise that’s nepotism.”

“Fine.” Riley was steadily regretting her decision to hold a cheer trip. On her left, Cairo squeezed her hand, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Kate gagged in their direction. “You better not, Kate, or I’m banning your girlfriend from Disneyland.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wait,” Reese spoke up, “If Kate and Annleigh can have Eva and Clark, and Cairo and Riley have each other, can I bring my boyfriend?”

“No more significant others!” Riley clapped her hands, ignoring Reese’s pout. “If you can’t get Eva and Clark here in the next eight minutes, we will be leaving them behind! I paid so much money for these tickets and we will not be late.”

The team headed towards the door, being greeted by Eva and Clark already standing beside Cairo’s minivan. They split the rides evenly between the van and Chess’ car (Kate was more than pissed to find that their best friend had been in on the plan all along).

At one point, Mattie took Reese’s hand. “Hey, even if you can’t bring your boyfriend, you’ve got me, right? Ultimate bromance and all that?”

Reese grinned and squeezed the freshman’s hand. “Hell yeah.”

“I want that pin.”

“No, you don’t.” Reese hugged the Belle pin closer.

Chess held out a hand. “Yeah, but I do though.”

Reese shook her head.

“Look, I’ll give you my Tinkerbell diamond one.” They held out the rare pin in their other hand.

“No! Belle is my favourite!”

“She’s my favourite as well though!”

Cairo sighed. “We’ve been here literally ten minutes.”

Reese linked arms with Mattie, turning on her heel to walk off, “I’m going now and you’re not getting my Belle pin!!!!”

“HEY!” Chess chased after the two, trying so hard to keep up their grumpy demeanour and failing when a smile crept onto their face.

Turning to an anxious-looking Riley, Cairo sighed again. By now, she’d sighed more than she’d spoken today. “Chess does know that they could just... buy their own Belle pin if they really wanted, right???”

“It’s the fun of it, Cai.” Riley looked around, craning her neck. “Where on Earth have the other five members of our team gone?”

“Holy shit.” At this rate, Cairo must have been running out of oxygen from the intense sighing. “It has been. Ten. Minutes.”

Farrah wouldn't call herself a Disneyland regular, but she's been a few times before. She remembered a time before her mother had left, when she was still just a little kid, coming to the park for the first time. It had been the kind of magical that only a child can experience, filled with glitter and laughter and something that might have been called family. Her mother bought bubblegum flavoured cotton candy, handing the stick to a seven-year-old Farrah with a smile and a wink. They agreed that it was the first thing that you had to do when going to Disneyland - buy cotton candy. Every time since, Farrah bought the same bubblegum pink sugar from the same tacky stand and ate it with the same wonder as she did the very first time.

Now, Farrah had a new family. In, perhaps, more ways than one. Here, away from home, she's still with her family, maybe a slightly dysfunctional one made up of teenage cheerleaders (and Clark), but still, they are her family in one way or another.

Annleigh returned as Farrah was mulling over all this, a stick of worryingly neon pink cotton candy in her hand. "Figured you'd want to start the day off with your usual sugar rush."

Farrah took the treat with a smile, wondering if Annleigh is only so glad to buy such unhealthy food because at least it's not alcohol. "Thanks."

"Come on, ladies! We've got a whole park to explore!" Clark had apparently already visited a store, a pair of Mickey ears stretched over his head. Farrah rolled her eyes, but followed her sister and brother-in-law (nearly) further down the street because, after all, they are her family.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to fucking Disneyland before,” Eva looked mildly horrified, “Has Chess never taken you?”

“I didn’t really want to go.”

Eva narrowed her eyes. “Why the fuck-”

“Reasons.” Kate’s voice was sharp and Eva backed off, only kissing the top of their head. Kate squeezed her hand in response. “Anyway, come on, show me everything. Mountain rides challenge, right?”

“Ugh, Katie, the queues with be forever...”

“Lucky for you, I’ll be there to while away the time with you.” She winked, laughing when Eva blushed. “Let’s go.”

Of all the things to happen at Disneyland, Reese was not expecting to get sneak attacked by a literal cuddly pig. She yelped, reaching a hand to smack it away, nearing the point of ‘this might as well happen’, when a small head poked out from behind the toy. Mattie grinned, “Boo!”

“Jesus Christ, you scared the life out of me.”

The younger girl giggled brightly. “Look what I got!”

“...Is that the pig from Moana?”

“Obviously.” Mattie rolled her eyes. “You should know by now that Moana is the best Disney movie of all time.”

Reese rummaged in her backpack for a second before pulling out yet another pin. “Look! Moana pin. Girl, I would give it to you, but me and Chess are tryna see who can get the most pins by the end of the day. Speaking of, was Chess in the store?”

“Yeah, actually.” She hesitated. “Dude, I hate to tell you this, but they had a Belle pin.”

“Shit.”

Perhaps queuing had been a mistake. It had probably been hours. Kate would have known more accurately if they’d worn a watch like Chess always told them to. She was stubborn though, and hadn’t. “Aves...”

“Yeah?”

“How long have we been waiting?”

“Twenty-five minutes.”

“Oh.” They craned their neck to see over the heads in front of them, realising that they were only a few people from the front. “Oh.”

Eva laughed and took her partner’s hand again, “Told you the queues were long.”

However, in only a matter of minutes, they were seated in an uncomfortable car, the seatbelts just a little too tight to be comfortable and a little too loose to feel actually safe. To say Kate was uncomfortable would be an understatement. She was also maybe a tiny bit scared.

Eva squinted at them. “You look like you’re gonna throw up.”

“I’m fine.”

And so the ride began.

Around halfway through, they began the steady climb to the highest peak. Kate turned to Eva, yelling over the shouts of other passengers. “Hey, babe? Remember when I said I didn’t come here with Chess because of reasons? Now might be a good time to tell you that those reasons are that I’m scared of heights.”

“You fucking idiot.” Eva turned carefully to them, holding their hands tighter, worry and amusement shining in her eyes. The car reached the peak of the ride. “Look at me and don’t fucking think about looking down. It’s okay.” She cupped her cheek. They fell suddenly and Kate's heart jumped into her throat. Eva laughed a little at their surprise. “You know what they say, babe, you gotta confront your fears straight on.”

“I can’t do anything straightly.”

And that was how they found themselves kissing on a rollercoaster, hair slightly in their faces, just as the camera shutter went off.

The team somehow reconvened for lunch, stopping on a bench somewhere as Clark unpacked a multitude of sandwiches and juice boxes. Of course, only Clark, Annleigh and Riley ended up eating the home-brought food, everyone else opting to buy their own trashy, mostly-sugar lunch.

“How the fuck did you know to bring all this if we only organised the trip this morning?” Kate sounded suspicious, eyeing Clark like he was the imposter.

Clark looked mildly sheepish. “Oh... We all knew already.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, sorry Kitkat.” Chess stifled a snort of laughter. “We organised this weeks ago. We had a group chat and everything.”

Kate spluttered for a second. “Alright, traitors, who else was left out of this?”

Mattie, Farrah and Reese all raised a hand.

“This makes no sense. Cairo, I trust you to tell the truth, why the fuck didn’t you tell us?!”

Cairo smirked. “We didn’t tell Mattie and Farrah because they’re children-”

“Rude!” Mattie smacked Cairo on the arm. “I am possibly more responsible than half of the rest of you.”

Riley cut in. “Don’t be silly, Cai. We didn’t tell Reese, Mattie or Farrah because they like Disney the most and we wanted it to be a surprise treat for them.”

The rest of the group made noises of appreciation or fondness. Kate, however, was less than pleased, “What about me?!”

“Oh, we just wanted to see your face when we announced it.” Cairo didn't hold back.

“Fuck you all.” But they were holding back a smile, already moving on to the next thing. “Hey, Farrah, you okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

The sophomore groaned. “I feel sick.”

Annleigh hugged her sister to her side, rubbing her back gently. ‘It’s because you ate all that cotton candy earlier.”

“It was so good, though.” Farrah frowned, regretting her past-self and her need for sugar.

Clark reached into his backpack, pulling out a pair of Minnie ears, before plonking them awkwardly on Farrah’s head. He grinned. “That’ll make you feel better!”

“Dude, I don’t know, but thanks for the effort.” She fought a smile, reaching up to arrange the ears around her plaits.

Riley had been anxious about the trip ever since it had been first suggested. She’d pored over the plans for hours on end, triple checking each detail with Cairo and Chess. Now that they were here, it was all going well enough. Sure, maybe they had gotten lost a couple of times, and sure, maybe they hadn’t stayed as much of a team as she’d planned, but yeah, it was going fine. Everyone else was having fun.

“Hey, Rye, you doing okay?”

She nodded with a smile, clutching Cairo’s hand. “Yup! All good!”

Cairo did not look convinced. “Look, you've been stressing about everyone else all day, how about we leave them be and go visit some princesses, huh?”

“Cai... Cai, that would be honestly amazing.” Hesitating, she watched the retreating backs of the rest of the team. “You’re sure they’ll be okay?”

“They’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, they’ve got Clark and Chess and Eva in case anything goes wrong.” The taller girl didn’t hesitate from naming who she perceived as the ‘responsible ones’.

“Okay.” Riley opened her mouth to suggest a destination, when they were approached by the one and only Peter Pan.

“Hey!”

“OhmygodCai.” She clung to her girlfriend’s arm. “It’s Peter Pan.”

Cairo snorted, nudging Riley to spark her reply. She watched as the two had what was possibly the purest and most wholesome conversation she had ever heard, sneakily taking photos that she would treasure because of Riley’s true delight. Riley skipped towards her after a couple of minutes, grinning properly from ear to ear. “That was so cool!”

“Amazing, Rye. Who shall we visit next?”

“Oh my God, we have to see Tangled!”

“....Rapunzel.”

Riley paused from where she was dragging Cairo into another set of rooms. “What?”

Cairo laughed, “She’s not called Tangled, babe, her name’s Rapunzel.”

“Oh. Yeah, right, of course, forgot.”

The other girl only laughed harder. “You're so stupid, Jesus Christ, I love you.”

Riley blushed. “Love you too.”

“So you did the mountain rides challenge.”

“Yes. Obviously.”

“And somehow, just magically, you two found yourselves making out in every single ride photo.” Chess crossed their arms, grinning at the couple in front of them.

“I- It was noT making out!!” Kate spluttered a reply, hiding her face in Eva’s shoulder. Chess only laughed harder.

Eva hummed as if she was making a difficult decision. “I don’t know, babe, you got pretty into it at one point.”

The senior cackled, high-fiving Eva over Kate's head. Kate continued to hide in their girlfriend's shoulder, only lifting a middle finger in Chess’ direction as a reply. Chess took the offending finger in their hand, pulling Kate up so she could walk between the other two. “Damn, Kitkat.”

“I’m not ever replying to that name again. I have been too attacked to allow it.”

Eva kissed the top of their head, “You came here to have a good time and you’re just feeling so attacked right now.”

“Exactly!” Kate nudged their head up into Eva’s chin, “This is why I’m dating you, meme girl.”

“Ew, gross.” Chess tugged Kate, who tugged Eva, who finally got them walking again. “Come on, lovebirds, it’s firework time.”

By the time the fireworks began, they’d been at the park for hours. Farrah still had her Minnie ears on, ones which Clark occasionally tried to steal due to his own ears being lost on one ride or another. Annleigh would only bat his hand away, laughing when he pressed kisses to her palm.

Kate kissed Eva again when the first firework exploded above them, being caught by yet another camera, this time in the hands of Riley. The photo found its way onto the Tigers group chat by morning, greeted by a pouting Kate begging them to take it down against the protests of the rest of the team (“But you’re just so cute!”). Somehow, she didn’t complain when it even later worked its way onto Eva's Instagram feed.

Chess and Reese jumped at the first fireworks, too absorbed in counting pins to pay attention to the rest of the world. Mattie wormed her way between them, sneakily stealing both Reese’s Moana pin and Chess’ newly-bought Belle pin. They were too distracted by the light show to notice and Mattie celebrated her little victory by also stealing some of the cotton candy that Farrah had bought herself again, despite her earlier regrets. She supposed some people never learnt.

Cairo stood quietly at the back of the group, showing a still-bouncing Riley the pictures taken with the various characters they’d encountered. Riley kissed her for the final firework, a silent ‘thank you’ for today.

With the lights of Disneyland glimmering maybe slightly tackily behind the group, Riley took one last picture. It was them, the team, the Tigers, silhouetted in the lights but, if you zoomed in and maybe turned the brightness up a bit, you could still see them smiling. That made its way onto the group chat as well and maybe it still hangs in more than one of their rooms. It was certainly a day that qualified for the scrapbooks.

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Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1696

Summary/Request: could you possibly do a sam x reader fic where sam is really protective to the reader even with dean or cas idk why i just love really love protective relationship tingz but please take your time and focus on your school work, I hope your have an amazing week ❤️

Warnings: None really, Sam is just protective

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You, Sam, Dean, and Cas all sat in a diner near the motel you were staying at during your upcoming hunt. Sam was typing away at his laptop, not stopping his research on this particularly hard case for a moment. Dean and Cas chattered to each other off and on while Dean practically made love with a huge greasy burger, and you sat and watched people walking by outside of the window. People watching was something you did often when Sam was busy. You usually didn’t get along too well with Dean, so people watching kept you thoroughly entertained for the time being. Conversation between you and Dean wasn’t worth the struggle and inevitable disagreement, and trying to talk to Cas with Dean near him was like trying to get a puppy to listen while someone else was dangling a treat in front of them.

“You okay?”

Sam asked in almost a whisper. You jolted out of your thoughts, bringing your focus to Sam. You had strained your neck and left shoulder pretty badly fighting off a vampire during your last hunt and Sam kept continuously checking to make sure you were really okay.

Your heart always jumped at the sight of him. His wide hazel eyes were warm and filled with love and concern.

“Yes, I was just watching people walk by.”

You responded quickly. Placing a hand on top of his, you smiled as he took it and gave it a soft squeeze before letting go.

Years ago, Sam had found you half-dead in a witch’s house. He and Dean hadn’t thought twice about saving you. Sam had nursed you back to health himself, and being a stereotypical romantic story of the two of you coming together, you fell in love with him fast and hard. It was almost amusing how surprised and slightly offended Dean had been when you didn’t swoon over his cheesy pickup lines and signature smile once you were up and hunting with them. Your attention was always drawn back to Sam, even in the middle of conversations with Dean. Sam was so soft with you, often reassuring you that you were the only girl he had eyes for, but his mood would quickly change the moment any man tried to take you home. A very protective side of him came out, and they were met with glares and sharp replies as Sam practically carried you away from them.

“What do ya’ say we go to a bar tonight?” Dean asked abruptly. Apparently, his and Castiel’s conversation had ended, and he glanced eagerly between you and Sam, practically begging you to say yes with his eyes.

“Why?”

You asked, genuinely confused as to why Dean was inviting you anywhere when the both of you said no more than often.

“Come on sweetheart, you both need some loosening up. Maybe you won’t be so uptight if we get a few drinks in you.”

You glared at Dean for a moment. Dean seemed to love throwing that word around, especially because he knew how much it got on your nerves.

“I’m not uptight.”

You replied before taking a sip of your drink.

“Then come to the bar with me tonight.”

Dean challenged with a smirk. You took in a deep breath, trying to keep your language in check in such a public environment, but your response was cut short when Sam slammed his laptop shut.

“First of all, Dean, don’t call her sweetheart. Second of all, she doesn’t have to prove anything to you by going to a sleazy bar just to get hit on by every man in the damn place.”

You held back a laugh, simply taking another drink of your coffee.

“How about we make her wear a big flashing sign that says ‘Property of Sam Winchester.”

Dean said, shaking his head at his brother.

“Dean.” You said sternly before Sam could reply. You could see genuine anger igniting in his eyes. “I’ll- Sam and I will both go tonight if it will shut you up for once.”

Dean gave you a delighted smile, then quickly got up from the table.

“Oh, you are not ready for a night out with me, toots. I’ll get your sign ready.”

You heard Sam huff angrily as Dean left with Cas following awkwardly behind.

“Look, I know you don’t like bars that much, but this will shut him up for at least a little while. Plus we’ll be there together, so it’s not like anything bad will happen.”

Sam hummed, acknowledging that he had heard you but still wasn’t very happy about going to the bar.

“Come on, baby,” you sighed, getting up and kissing him softly on the cheek, “it might be fun, you know?”

Sam looked at you, his expression softening before he gently kissed you back. He shook his head with a slight chuckle and got up from the table, getting ready to head back to the hotel with you.

“I just hate how people talk to you when we go out. It makes me uncomfortable, so I can’t even begin to imagine how you feel…” He trailed off, eyeing you for a moment before letting in, “Being around you is always fun, though.”

You quickly replied,

“You’re damn right it is.”

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You had changed into a y/f/c dress that fit you in all the right places, and you stood checking your appearance in the mirror when Sam walked in.

“Hey, beautiful.”

He greeted you with a smile. You grinned back at him, laughing as he took your hand and slowly spun you in a circle, leading you with the arm that wouldn’t hurt your shoulder. He pulled you back into his arms and peppered your face with kisses, making you melt into a fit of laughter, your heart filled to the brim with love for him.

“Well hey there, handsome.”

You purred, returning his kisses softly.

The sweet moment between the two of you was interrupted by the abrupt appearance of Castiel.

“Sam, Dean sent me to tell you…” he cleared his throat, saying the next few words in a questionable impression of Dean’s voice, “hurry the hell up lovebirds.”

You laughed lightly, responding lightheartedly,

“Thanks, Cas. Next time can you just knock before you come in though?”

Castiel looked to you and glanced back toward the hotel room door.

“Oh. Yes… Sorry.” He paused for a moment, watching silently as Sam walked toward the bedside table to grab his phone, then looking back to you. You watched his eyes trail down your figure for a moment, then reconnecting your gaze.

“That dress is very beautiful on you, Y/n. I’m sure you will get a lot of free drinks tonight.”

He said. You laughed, thinking back to when Dean had explained the free drinks that kept appearing before you the last time you all had gone to a bar.

“Thank you Castiel, that’s very sweet of you to say.”

You replied, holding back further laughter at the compliment. Cas nodded, closing the awkward distance between the two of you so you weren’t talking across the room.

“I could also ease your pain if you would like.”

Cas said, smiling softly.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Cas. It’s just a little bit of a sprain or something, I’m fine though.”

Cas tilted his head at you, expressing his doubt clearly before stating.

“Y/n, you have obviously been avoiding using your left arm, and you can barely turn your head. Healing you would be more of a convenience than a hindrance to me. You can’t defend yourself in this state.”

You frowned, knowing he was right, and nodded slightly, flinching at the pain that stabbed at your neck when you did.

Castiel softly placed two fingers on your forehead. You closed your eyes, sighing in relief as the pain nagging at you washed away easily.

“Is that better?”

He asked, moving his hand to gently press at the muscles in your neck.

“Yes, thank you so much, Cas. You really didn’t need to use any energy on me, though.”

Cas chuckled, smiling in amusement.

“Y/n, that isn’t necessarily how healing works, but either way, you are welcome.”

You smiled at him, nodding.

“You think her shoulder is fine, Cas? Or do you wanna keep rubbing it?”

Sam’s voice interjected sarcastically. Cas’s hand shot away from your shoulder and he looked to Sam quickly.

“I’m sorry if I offended you, Sam.”

He said without hesitation.

You laughed, shaking your head at Sam.

“Cas please go tell Dean we’ll be right there.”

You said softly, gesturing to the neighboring room. Cas nodded, disappearing a short short moment later.

“Sam, I’m pretty sure Cas means no harm. You don’t have to get so protective with him and Dean.”

Sam let out a small cynical laugh.

“Y/n, I know my brother. He wouldn’t help you cheat, but I know how he thinks and how he looks at you when he thinks I’m not looking. I absolutely need to be protective of you with him.”

Sam said quickly. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Okay fine, but Cas?”

Sam frowned, avoiding eye contact for a moment.

“Okay maybe it was a little unnecessary. I’m sorry, I just love you and it sounds stupid but I’m always scared someone’s going to steal you from me, or worse, hurt you when I’m not around to protect you.”

You smiled softly at him,

“Sam, I’ve been beaten and bruised and scratched and bitten by every huge, ugly, smelly, disgusting, and outright dreadful monster you could imagine. Do you think I couldn’t handle some run of the mill horny asshole? Do you really think any man could steal me away? I’m in love with you, Sam. There’s no need to worry about me.”

Sam walked toward you, giving you a soft kiss.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He said with a soft sigh, pulling you into his arms.

“You saved my life.”

You replied softly, leaning your head against his chest. Sam held you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“No, I think you saved mine.”

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sankt-brekker-the-demjin · 4 years

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You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU

Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]

Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.

It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.

Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary.

Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.

Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.

"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.

She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.

"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."

His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."

"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.

Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.

"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."

"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."

Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.

"That's mine -" Tom protested.

"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.

He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.

Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."

"What are you gonna do?"

Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.

Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."

Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.

"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.

"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.

Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.

Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."

She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.

"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.

"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.

As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.

The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around.

Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.

Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"

Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.

He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"

But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.

Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.

And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.

It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.

Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.

Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.

"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.

That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.

Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.

The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.

Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.

What the fuck |

She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.

Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.

Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.

"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.

Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."

"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.

Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."

She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.

They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.

"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.

She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."

He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"

From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.

Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.

He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.

An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.

"Where's Y/N?"

Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."

Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.

"I'm starving," he stood beside her.

"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.

Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.

"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.

A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...

For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.

Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."

"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."

"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"

She shrugged.

Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."

"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.

Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.

A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.

They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.

"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.

"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.

"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."

Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.

"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.

She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."

Roll the end credits.

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midnighthyuck · 4 years

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Beautiful | jungwoo!au

summary: you were working on a photoshoot with your university team, in the meanwhile, jungwoo has to dress up as a girl to help his sister.

words: 2.600 (sorry bout that)

pairing: you & jungwoo

a/n: pretty sweet. also, sorry about any mistakes, english is not my native language. it’s not that good idk? but it would be a shame deleting it all without giving a try. promise next time will be better.

requests are open!

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Two hours. That was the amount of time you had already spent trying to convince your senior that purple lights wouldn’t look as good as blue ones. The scenario was all set up but the lights still annoyed you. He had been working with photoshoots before you, period. He had plenty of works highly well recognized by all teachers in photography faculty, period. Yet, purple didn’t feel right.

Tired of hearing your annoying complains he decided to give it a try. It ended up with you being congratulated by your ‘unceasing persistence’ and happy with the finally blue studio. He was good, but you also were. Being on top of the class was the main reason you were the only sophomore in the wise room.

Once done with the lighting discussion you decided to take a look on the models. It was not your first time on a shooting like that so you had plenty knowledge of how the girls get stressed and sensitive right before the show. Most of them you’d never seen before and was pretty much sure you wouldn’t be seeing again anytime soon, still you made sure to bring them some fruits and cool water.

‘’You all look stunning! Definitely the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen’’ you genuinely smiled at them. That was your job, making them feel at ease, instead of freaking them out like Doyoung would be doing in a few minutes.

He wasn’t a bad guy, but the amount of overwork he had been dealing with in the past few months may have helped him to become this ‘fast mood shifting’ weapon. Or you might just think it because you are two opposites. Doyoung doesn’t know how to behave when it comes about girls. Also don’t you when it comes about boys.

“There’s one missing’’ Ten made himself noticeable, handing you the paperwork.

“It’s fine, we still got a few minutes.’’ you tried to stay calm, although you knew Doyoung would be shouting at you once the shoot started and one of his ‘girls’ was missing. ‘’I’ll go grab some coffee for us. Make sure Doyoung doesn’t freak out.’’

“I will try.’’ It’s all you get back when you’re already reaching the elevator.

In the meanwhile, Jungwoo was in denial.

“No.” was all he said.

“No, you don’t get me.” Junghah, the older sister, insisted. “I need you to be there for me. The director will fucking kill me. Also, what if I never get a job like this again?”

“You should be there, not me!” his voice still sounded awfully adorable, despite the loudness.

“I know! Do you think I’m like this cause I want to? Huh?” Junghah’s voice made itself louder than expected thanks to the eco. She had been in the bathroom for the whole day long. It had been four hours already. “Even if I manage to get out of here, I don’t think I can stay away for too long, you understand?”

Jungwoo was too good, even he suspected of it, but everything must have a limit. He thought about the uncountable number of times he’d helped his older sister until the very moment. Combing her hair when she broke her arm. Dumping her ex-boyfriend for her cause she wouldn’t be able to handle his crying face. Not to mention all the times he had lied to their mom in order to help her sneak out of the house to go out.

He knew that dressing up as a girl and showing up in a photoshoot wasn’t the best decision at all. “Pretty please.’’ and that was it.

With that simple sentence she had him all over her shoes.

Jungwoo was way too good.

[…]

“Hold on, please!” you let the air in your lungs come out as a demand, running to the metal door a few steps away from you while managing to keep both ice americanos in your hands inside its cups, instead of dripping all over the elevator’s floor. “Thank you.” you mumble once in, trying to fix the harsh first impression you’d just caused.

A smile was the answer. An awkwardly cute smile coming from an around 5 feet tall girl. She was huge, that was no secret, even compared to the ones waiting for you at the studio, yet something about her felt just to adorable, despite her size. Her long hair fell just right over her shoulder’s, contouring her back with a few other strands over her cheekbones. She was definitely adorable and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Excuse me, are you here for the shooting?”

“Uh, yes!” not only the face was lovely, but also the voice.

You tried to keep your reactions to yourself, but seeing her ears getting red just made you internally jump in joy. “I see. I’m also on it, I mean, not modeling as you can see. I’m in charge of light and photography.’’ you smiled once again when she opened her mouth impressed, getting even more red than before. “Is this your first time?”

“...Is it that obvious?” and once again you found yourself whipped by that extremally cute face.

“Nah, it’s just cause you have very sincere expressions. It’s not bad though.” The conversation could keep on some other time, because in the very next second you’d arrived in the 8th floor.

You, politely, guide the girl to the makeup room and let her there so they could work out on how to make her look like the astonishing (you would call kinda fake looking) woman we see on magazines.

[…]

As you thought Doyoung couldn’t keep his frustrations to himself, but since you were there the models had someone to rely on. Specially the cute one. It was her first time so it took ages for her to feel comfortable enough to pose properly.

You managed to make some good pics before noon arrived, so you’d just sit around and wait until your colleagues were also done. Going out for a few drinks was always one of the best parts of working on projects with them.

While setting up a few things in your head and organizing some paper and equipment, you heard two of your senior laughing. ‘If they can chill, they can also help me get everything done’ your thought while frowning. Finally reaching both guys you could barely remember the names, you were able to hear was seemed to be so funny.

“I don’t know how Doyoung let that thing be on the project. That’s definitely not a girl, dude.”

“I mean, maybe if I was drunk, or blind” both them laugh annoyingly.

“Well, if it is so cool making fun out of people, I guess you guys will die in laughter once you check up on yourselves in the mirror.” you claim entering the place. “Or it might be funnier if your just shut the fuck up and take care of the work you’re here to do.’’

“Yeah, but nobody told me this was a gay parade.” one insisted.

You smile back. “I bet they told you it was a circus. That’s why you keep acting like a fucking clown.”

Before it could get any worse (or better), all the models, now done with their hard work, entered the room laughing in delight once it was over. Except from the tall one, who came in leaving the bathroom right behind you. You frowned in pain. You just wished she didn’t hear all the bullshit those two said.

“Thank you for that.” she told you once you both were the only ones left in the huge studio, since taking the elevator was a kind of process when there were around 14 people in there. And taking the stairs on 8th floor was not an option.

The touch of your hand on hers makes she feels vulnerable, and once again she blushes. “Never mind those assholes. Men are fucking stupid. Are you coming with us for a drink?”

“Uh, not really. I gotta go back to check on my sister.”

“Oh, I see.” and when the elevator finally arrives to get you, you hear her sighing in relief.

“You did well today. I bet we are gonna see each other again anytime. What’s your name anyways?”

“Kim Jungwoo.” she answers back with a wide smile.

“You’re name is as adorable as your face, you know it?” you can’t help but make your thoughts real by telling the truth.

“Oh... Thank you. I don’t get this a lot.”

“But you should. Honestly, you’re the cutest model I’ve ever bumped into. Feel lucky, cause I see plenty of gorgeous girls every once in a while. You’re extremally beautiful.”

“Thank you.” you are amused by the laugh that comes from her. It was just too much of a cute sound. But before you could embarrass yourself in front of her again the door opens, revealing a groups of people waiting for you to follow them to the nearest bar.

You just wave goodbye and wish Jungwoo luck.

[…]

Later that night Jungwoo searched for you online. He wasn’t brave enough to send a request, though. He felt cheesy for being like that, just appreciating your face once again by a picture someone else took. But it was not all about looks. It was about you all. Something just felt warm inside him while watching a stupid video Jaehyun posted on your birthday.

Was it the smile? Was it the cozy voice? He didn’t know for sure, but it made him feel even worse for not being fearless.

He was a coward afterwards.

[…]

You couldn’t bare the pain in your neck anymore, even after trying to stretch or taking pain-killers. You decided to go home for the day, you wouldn’t be much productive editing the pictures with that annoying pinch keeping all your attention for itself.

“Excuse me!” the sweet voice reached your ears when you were just about to leave the building.

“Yes?” you frowned. That face was somehow familiar.

“Uh- well... I was here last weekend on the photoshoot...’’ You still couldn’t link it.

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Are you a staff member?”

“Not exactly. Well, I was... one of the models.” Oh. It wasn’t hard to say why you weren’t able to recognize her (him? they?).

They still were tall as hell, the baby face had pretty much the same features and naive expressions, but it all just felt so different. The person right in front of you now seemed like someone else.

“I think I remember now.” you said trying to conceal your surprise. “How can I help?”

There it was again. Ears turning red, just as the tip of the nose, confused face and shrunken shoulders. Just as adorable as you could remember.

“I actually... Hm...”

“The pictures aren’t ready yet, if that’s what you’re here for. It takes some time.”

“No!” they answered louder than you expected, getting you surprised. “I... actually came to.. Uh, talk to you.”

“Me?” you didn’t mean to sound as surprised as you actually did.

“I’m so sorry! I swear I’m not a weirdo. I just didn’t have the chance to talk to you that much that day, and I was wondering if... Well, if y-you...”

No. The answer was already set on your mind before you could even think about the painful pinch on your neck. But that was when you realized it wasn’t there anymore. You frown in confusion and run your fingers through the back of your head. Everything is just fine.

“Ok.” you said before thinking well, interrupting the other while getting lost on their own words. “What about grabbing some coffee?”

They were not a dog, but for a second you could swear you saw a wagging tail when they opened that bright smile right in front of your eyes.

[…]

So Kim Jungwoo was indeed a guy.

The whole ‘’dressing’’ as girl thing had a story behind it, before you could get angry at him. No that you had a real reason for that, but as Ten would say “getting mad at boys is you favorite sports”. But even though, he was way different from all the other boys you had ever met.

Adorable wasn’t the only word to describe him. He was... sweet (?) Like genuinely. Not the kind of “am I cute?” sweet, the real sweetness. The one kids lose once they grow up. The one that makes us love animals because they’re just too pure for this world. And you hated yourself for feeling so much at ease with a guy as you did with Jungwoo.

You knew his intentions. Growing up with two older brothers and being friends with Johnny made you a kind of expert when it comes to know that guys are into you. Yet, you couldn’t help but smile at each sweet expression he’d let off whenever you said something that caught him out of guard.

[…]

Keeping in touch with Jungwoo was just natural.

People tend to say they never really realize they fell in love, but you’d never forget that friday night, when he texted you a “I wanna see you soon.”.

What is this? You thought to yourself, holding onto your phone tightly, staring at the ceiling wondering since when were you anticipating seeing Jungwoo that much. What exactly was that cozy warmness inside your chest.

[…]

“I like you.” Jungwoo closed his eyes when the words came out, becoming real.

It had been a month since the first time you thought he was adorable. And now, right in front of that playground somewhere nearby your house, on that cold november noon, he was being adorable once again.

He didn’t dare to take your hands. He knew you well to know how suspicious you were with skinship, what got you smiling. You moved one step forward, getting closer to the taller cute boy, taking one of his hands on yours.

“I know.”

“Since when?” he sighs deeply. You wish you were brave enough to check up his expression. I bet his ears are red, you thought.

“Since day one.” you laugh when his lamentation moan reaches your ears, at the same time he decides to lay his head on your shoulder.

“That’s so unfair.” he sighs once again, that’s when you feel the urge to pet his head. At the first touch he gets surprised, since touching wasn’t really something between the two of you. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” you smile, although you knew he couldn’t see it.

Gathering all his strength, he takes a step back to face you. “And... What’s your answer?”

You laugh. “You know I have a soft spot for you and there’s no way I’d say no when you’re looking at me like that.”.

And when he pouts at you with that ridiculously adorable face you can’t help but hugging him. “You were special since the first second. Thank you for that.”

He hugs you back and now you’re able to feel his heartbeat, which gets you a bit worried since it was way faster than people consider healthy.

“I never cared when people gave me compliments. But that day, when you said I was beautiful, I felt you were looking through me. It was not about being a guy, being a girl, not even about being attractive. It was about... me. I’m the one to thank you.”

You smile while petting his back. “You’re beautiful, Jungwoo.”

And he was.

Kim Jungwoo was the prettiest thing that had ever crossed your path.

#nct jungwoo #nct imagines #nct #jungwoo edits #jungwoo imagines #jungwoo #nct scenarios #nct au #nct aus #jungwoo au #nct u #nct u jungwoo #nct 127 #nct 127 jungwoo

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se-ono-waise-ilia · 4 years

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After Party Chapter 3

Masterlist

Summary: The organized and dignified celebration of winning the war shifts once some of the older crowd leaves in the middle of the night, and the children of the Khaganate introduce some party elements that lead to a more raunchy affair.

Genre: some angst, partying, romance, hints of smut (ooh), and actual smut in later chapters (ooooooh)

Why: Because Nesryn’s memory of the party left a lot to the imagination. So let’s dance…

Extra note: the gif might make sense when you finish the chapter? IDK picking gifs to match a chapter is still new to me and this is the one I ended up with...

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Aelin was having the time of her life. This was the first grand party she was invited to as Aelin, and could stay as long as she liked! It was also absurdly fun.

She loved the attention she and her mate received for their epic first dance. And she adored the cheerful courtly dances. She also danced with Dorian, Chaol, Aedion, Fenrys, Sartaq, Ilias, every male of significance in her life and then some. Except Rolfe or Lorcan. Other than nods of acknowledgement, they didn’t interact.

She could have sworn she saw the two past-enemies both sharing a drink at the bar. She merrily imagined them sharing sharing stories about how they failed to thwart her. Such a satisfying thought.

Then when Manon took the floor…Aelin thought the witch had never looked more ethereal. The Queen of the Crochans was fully absorbed in the music and the movements, and it mesmerized Aelin and the rest of the audience. She was tempted to join her, but she knew it wasn’t her moment in the spotlight.

And when Dorian danced her…Aelin needed to fan herself. She knew they were intimate, but their open lust for each other was something out of one of her steamy romance novels.

Dorian requested the tango, which very much excited Aelin. When the musicians indicated they didn’t know that style, it was automatic for her to go to the piano and play with the claps. She hadn’t played piano forte for longer than she cared to remember. The motivation of gifting Dorian and Manon this glorious moment drove her fingers to an authoritative tune. Thankfully, the other musicians caught on and balanced her powerful notes with sensual ones. Even Nesryn joined the singers!

Aelin might hire these musicians to stay.

When the King of Adarlan and the Queen of the Crochans finished their dance with a shocking pose in mid-air, Aelin clapped and whooped for her dear friends. She laughed with vigor at Manon’s choice of wording for telling everyone they had permission to dance. After tonight, no one would think Aelin was the only shameless queen.

Rather than join in on the delightfully inappropriate dancing, Aelin stayed at the piano to play. Her mate soon found her, and sat beside her.

She smiled happily at his company, and placed his fingers are specific notes, “Just play these notes at a steady beat.”

He complied and pressed his side against her.

At some point, someone placed a bowl of the smoking drugs near the piano.

At another point, Aelin found herself sitting on Rowan’s lap and kissing him lustfully.

After some time of intense mouth to mouth, Rowan broke the kiss, “Shall we break in our chambers?”

Aelin breathed heavily as she stared into her mate’s eyes. But then she observed the audacious party around them. She paused to think while Rowan ran his hands up and down her thighs.

She looked into his gorgeous eyes with confidence in her decision, “We have hundreds of years of glorious sex in front of us, but only one tonight. Only on this night will all these people freely celebrate together. Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime party, I want to stay until sunrise, and even then I don’t want to leave.”

Rowan chuckled and held out his hand, “Back to the dance floor then?”

Aelin contemplated his hand, then noticed Lysandra stumbling by with Aedion, “I’ve danced with you dozens of times this night. I want Lysandra!” And she hopped off his lap, over the piano, and wrapped her arms around the shape shifter’s waist, “LYSANDRA!” She was so excited to see her friend at that very moment that she shouted her name in a high pitched squeal of delight.

“AELIN!” Lysandra responded with equal excitement and high pitch. She shoved Aedion aside and affectionately hugged her friend.

“LET’S DANCE!” Aelin found her face stretching into the biggest smile. Sure, she loved dancing with Rowan and all the men in her life, but there was something uniquely joyful about spending quality time with her dearest and oldest friend.

“YES!” Lysandra’s face indicated that Aelin’s idea was the best one she had ever heard.

“Dear cousin, you could dance with Rowan!”

Aedion found Rowan still sitting by the piano, watching the girls with amusement. When Aedion made a playful want-to-dance gesture at the king consort, Rowan glared at Aedion. Indicating no, he would not like to dance with his brother-in-law.

Aedion feigned hurt, then faced the most important women in his life, “Don’t leave me alone on the dance floor,” he said with round eyes and a put-out lip.

Aelin then spotted a group of well marked warriors, “The Bane! Hey boys!” She waved flirtatiously. Lysandra joined in.

Aedion looked like his hadn’t seen them in years, event though he had been drinking merrily with them most of the night.

He shouted merrily, “THE BANE!”

They responded in hearty choir, “GENERAL ASHRYVER!”

And then Aedion chose to jump on top of them, and they went crashing to the floor in laughter.

Aelin giggled as she linked hands with Lysandra and pulled her further into the dance floor. She found Rowan’s eyes one last time, and he was happily beating on a drum with the Khagan musicians. He winked at her, and she stuck out her tongue at him.

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That went in a friendship driven direction! Honestly, I tried to write some Rowan x Aelin steamy scenes, but I wasn’t feeling it. Sometimes, partying with the girls is more fun than a romantic partner.

And I didn’t know how badly I was craving an Aedion x Bane bros moment until that part slipped out. Hope it made you smile.

Does the gif make sense? Kind of see Aelin and Lysandra? Honestly tho, they are teenage girls who now get to enjoy their lives like they never had before (and there’s no more pressure to sacrifice themselves! Yay!!), so I see them dancing like this while everyone else is getting steamy, and enjoying every moment.

Reblog with gifs of enthusiastic girl friendship moments!!! Maybe I’ll change the gif...

Next up: Lorcan’s POV. Will release that chapter in the next day or so.

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uwufanfics · 6 years

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New Existence

Genre: Angst, fluff and idk later lol

Pairing: Lee Jooheon (MONSTAX) x Teagan (reader)

Characters: MonstaX

WARNING: Swearing, violence, triggering subjects

A/N: ONGOING please enjoy~

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

In this day and age the most common belief about the after life is simple. You're either lifted into Heaven with all the beautiful people who've lived an honest life, helped walk an elderly person across the street, picked trash off the ground, paid their bills on time, loved one person and stayed loyal until the end, and all that good stuff, But we'll get into that later.

Hell....Now Hell is different from what the world now knows. There isn't someone called "Satan" ruling the underworld, in fact the ruler of the underworld happens to be a tall handsome devil with dimples that were so deep they were sinful in its own right. One wrong move in front of the man..one tiny bit of annoyance from you would lead him to torture you little by little to his amusement. He had no sympathy for the damned, now that they were in his control, he would do whatever he pleased. Number one being the sight of pain from others. Number two being the screams for mercy. And last but not least when they'd be lying around in the utmost pain, not being able to die again.

He frowned at the man who had just arrived, slowly getting off the floor and looking around as if he were lost. The evil man slowly walked over to his prey with a slight bored expression, as his figure let off steam. "Get up..", the devil said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. The man looked at him confused and ignored the words of the scary man in front of him. "I SAID GET UP!", The devil said as he suddenly summoned a handful of smoking hot ashes into his hands, smacking it into the poor mans eyes. "AHHHHH!!!~", he screeched at the pain, slowly bending over to the ground. "Fuck you Satan!", he shouted as he slowly felt his skin melting off. The devil slowly walked up to the man and bent down, grabbing the man by his hair to whisper in his ear. "My fucking name is Jooheon. Don't ever call me that again you hear me?", he said as he kicked the man out of his way.

"Changkyun!", he shouted with a small smile. The younger handsome devil made his way towards Jooheon in an instant. "Yup?", Jooheon flashed a smile at his younger brother, patting his head as he slowly walked back to his throne that sat in the middle of the burning underworld. He stepped into the fire, not feeling a thing, as ruler of the underground, there was not problem when it came to pain. Jooheon could not feel a thing, which made others reaction to pain amusing for him.

"Kyun, do what you must. He's all yours. I'll even let you skin him if you want, just have one of the bitches bring me a nice cool drink. I'm tired.", he said as he sat down, leaning his head onto his hand as his arm rested on the arm rest of his seat. He sat in anger as his amusement was slowly not up to par with what he used to feel. Watching as his baby brother dragged the man away, he saw him stop as another victim of hell walked over with a glass of cold Banana milk. His favorite.

Changkyun took the drink from the girl and motioned for her to take the body from him as he made his way back to Jooheon. "Bro, I heard Wonho will be back from his small meeting up in the human lands. If you ask me, he's just wasting time up there.. He should make his way back and help Kihyun in the river. He's been tired lately by all the bodies he has to dump before you. I wonder what our other brothers are doing up in heaven. I heard that Shownu actually likes sitting up there with all the happy people that's made it up there. It sounds boring to me. I don't think I could live such a scripted life doing the "right" thing.", he said doing air quotes as he sat in a seat next to Jooheon.

Jooheon shifted in his seat as he thought about the life of all of his brothers. Seven, some separated into Heaven, some in Hell, some pretending to live in the real world. He sighed as he saw his second oldest brother Wonho making his way back on the boat with their brother Kihyun, giggling as he told Kihyun about life in the human world. "Then I grabbed my bag and left without saying anything. I don't think I'll be taking that class again. It's too hard, I failed again.", he said in a joking tone. "It sounds more fun up there than down here..", Kihyun said as they stepped down and onto the path leading to their younger brothers. "Joohoney!!", Wonho shouted with his arms out. Jooheon rolled his eyes and walked over to Wonho with a pouty face. "What's wrong Heon?", Wonho asked as soon as they touched. Wonho may be apart of the human world, but he's still built with a great force of his own. The power to know what one is feeling just by skin ship.

Jooheon sighed and made his way back to his throne as the others took a seat. "I'm just not interested in being down here anymore..It bores me..", he said while staring into the dark distance. They all chuckled at the sight of the underworlds ruler being pouty. "Hey... it's not so bad down here bro. I find it fun.", Kyun said with a smile. Jooheon turned to him and smiled back. 'This kid.. he should be part of heaven with the other brothers..', Jooheon thought to himself, feeling regret as he remembered begging his parents to let him take Kyun to hell with him.

"Hey, I got an idea if you're up for it.", Wonho said as he stood up and paced around. "What if you all came up to the Human world with me?", he said with his gummy smile. The other three looked at each-other before bursting into a fit of laughter. Wonho's smile slowly faded as he rolled his eyes. "I'm serious. Kihyun, you always say how tired you are of doing this, and find my stories amusing whenever i come back. Don't you all want to actually do things for yourself for once?! Make decisions and feel what it's like to be happy, sad, angry?!", he said throwing his hands in the air. They all sat in silence and looked at Jooheon for approval. Jooheon stood up and slowly nodded, with his hands in his pockets. "Ok, deal.", he said as the other two gasped in shock. "Wait. Jooheon, if you leave what happens down here?! Who will rule down here?!", Kyun said as he shot up in desperation, holding onto Jooheons Shoulder.

Wonho smiled with delight as he grabbed Jooheon and Kyun's hand. "We just have to keep coming back before we get caught okay. Deal?", he said as Kihyun smiled and put his hand in the pile. "I'm in too. Let's get the hell out of here. No pun intended.", he said earning him a few dirty looks at his horrible joke. "Should we ask our brothers up above if they'd be interested in joining us?", Wonho said with a smile. They all nodded in agreement. The theory of Heaven and Hell being at war was merely a myth. The seven brothers were simply put to the task by their parents. They just did their jobs in the designated areas. No bad feelings between the souls whatsoever.

The four closed their eyes and whispered a small prayer, lifting them slowly into a shifted universe. More brighter and beautiful than the one they normally stayed in. They opened their eyes to Shownu who was sitting among the clouds in a pure white tunic worn by the gods. The tunic wrapped perfectly around his sculpted tan chiseled body. He blinked and rubbed his eyes in shock. His brothers rarely liked to visit, for they dearly hated bright things. All but Wonho who was fond of all things. Shownu stood from his throne and flashed his signature bright smile. "Brothers!", he shouted as he ran down the steps and wrapped his strong arms around his younger brothers. Shownu being the oldest always adored the time he could spend with them.

They all smiled and hugged back. "Hey where's the other two?", Wonho asked looking around. Shownu backed away and took a seat on the steps. "Well, you know Hyungwon rules the Human world. I heard things have been getting crazier down the so he hasn't been visiting as often as I'd like. Same with Minhyuk. He's been down there helping.", Shownu said pouting as he cleared the clouds below to see Hyungwon sleeping below in the Human world. They all rolled their eyes in unison and sighed. "Well at least i thought he said it was getting wild down there but every time i look, he's sleeping.", Shownu said in a monotone

"What's Minhyuk doing?", Jooheon asked as Shownu waved his hand within the clouds to find Minhyuk. He stopped and shook his head as the clouds slowly showed Minhyuk, flirting with a shy nurse at a hospital.

"No Minhyuk, I have to work!", she squealed as she blushed and playfully hit Minhyuks chest. He smirked and leaned in closer, trying to kiss the nurse. "It's okay it's just a kiss and i'll let you go back to work.", he whispered with his forehead resting on hers. As he leaned closer, the emergency lights went off.

"Whoa what's happening?", Changkyun said kneeling down to get a better look. They all watched anxiously as a body of a young female was pushed into the emergency room past Minhyuk. "Hey! get to work! What do you think you're doing?! MOVE!!", the doctor yelled at the nurse Hyuk was flirting with. Flustered, she picked up her badge and ran towards the doors, following the doctor. Minhyuk rolled his eyes and held his hand up toward the wall, closing his eyes he slowly shifted into the operating room, freezing time as he walked over to the body and studied her face. "Hmm...she's pretty.", Minhyuk said as he tucked a piece of her hair out of her face. "Minhyuk.. get up here.", Shownu said startling Minhyuk. He looked up and rolled his eyes. "Shownu, you shouldn't do that. Just because you can speak through mind waves doesn't make it right to give me an unexpected heart attack all the time.", he said giving one last look at the girl on the table.

Before Minhyuk could close his eyes to shift back into the clouds Jooheon stood up quickly, grabbing onto Shownus hand. "Hey.. wait.", he said leaning closer towards the clouds to get a better look at the girl down on earth on the operating table. She looked so peaceful but at the same time so...almost dead. Her hair a dark brown shade, tiny girl with fare skin, cheeks almost as red as a rose, which was slowly fading as time went on. "Send me down there.", he said softly, not knowing why he was so drawn to the girl below. Minhyuk scrunched his face, "What? why?!", he said in a disgusted tone. "Shut up and just do it.", Heon said as his eyes slowly turned a deep shade of black. His eyes gently shut close as he felt the worlds shift. He opened his eyes to an operating room, to which he unfroze time, switching places with Minhyuk.

"You can't be in here! GET OUT!", the doctor shouted as he pushed the nurses to get him out. "Don't touch me.", Heon softly replied as his head turned in a horrifying motion. Eyes still darker than night itself, he had no face expression at all, making things ten times more horrifying. The nurses rushed out the operating room, screaming at the horror they've just witnessed. The doctor fell on the floor, backing away slowly before running for the door. With one flick of the wrist, he slammed all exits closed, locking it so no one would be able to enter. He turned back to the girl on the table, seeing her life line on the monitor slowly becoming flat. The color in her cheeks were losing its rosy red shade as time passed.

He slowly caressed the side of her face before putting his hand on top of her head, closing his eyes as he searched through her memories. His eyes flew open when he saw small flashes of her life. "Heal her..", he whispered as the lights began to flicker in the whole building. The ground began to shake as well as everything around them. Screams were heard throughout the building as he watched the red in her cheeks reappear slowly but surely. He bit his lip at the sudden pain he was feeling in his body. "What is this?!", he shouted out for his brothers to hear. "I've never felt this before.", he said as he slowly moved his hand away from her.

"Oh my god, did he just feel something?! Jooheon shouldn't be able to feel a thing, what's going on?!", Changkyun panicked looking towards his older brothers. They all sat there in shock as they continued to watch. Jooheon sat on the chair beside the girl as he stared at his hand. "J-Jooheon?", she whispered as her eyes slowly opened. The brothers above froze as well as Jooheon, not sure of how she knew his name. She opened her eyes and turned her head to meet eyes with Jooheon. He stared at her half shocked, half scared. "H-how do you know my name?!", he shouted as he backed away.

Hyungwon bust down the entrance to the emergency room, still rubbing his eyes as he yawned. "You've healed her but you also sent signals of your own memories into her mind while you were being a pervert, searching through her thoughts.", he said as he sat at the foot of the operating table. She sat up and smiled at Hyungwon. "Wonnie.. what's going on?", she said holding her head. "I think you passed out. You didn't take your medicine you dumb girl. Stop being stubborn Tea!", he scolded her before he pat her back. Jooheon shot a look in Hyungwon's direction, speaking through his mind. 'Hyungwon, you know her?!', he said through telepathy. Hyungwon smirked and nodded. "We're friends", she said out loud. They all turned to her in an instant as their jaws dropped. "Did you just-" Hyungwon said before getting cut off.

"Yeah i don't know how i did that but i heard your thoughts.”, She said as she stretched and swung her tiny legs off the side of the table like nothing happened. She fixed her long pretty locks, as she reached over the table to grab her bag, pulling out her mirror and lipstick, making kiss faces as she applied the lipstick. "Well, I'm going to be late for dinner with my boss. Goodbye! Wonnie, I'll see you later! Bye!", she said as she ran out the doors, not minding the horrible sight of the hospital after what everyone suspected to be an earthquake. Hyungwon shrugged and walked towards the exit before being stopped by Jooheon.

"Explain what's going on..", he said as Hyungwon smiled and ruffled his hair. "Her name is Teagan, but she goes by Tea. We're neighbors but best friends as well. Don't you dare touch her though you ugly! She's too good for you! But...thanks for saving her. I didn't know you could heal though.", he said in shock. Jooheon looked back at his hands. "Me neither. I don't know what happened. I don't know why or how i saved her.", he said confused.

"JOOHEON GET BACK DOWN TO THE UNDERWORLD! FATHER'S ON HIS WAY!", Shownu yelled as he watched his father through the clouds. Hyungwon and Jooheon stopped in shock and quickly joined hands before whispering their prayer, shifting through universes to get back below.

First chapter, I’m excited to write this cause it’s different lol I didnt proof read cause im tired lmao sorry - Admin Shownudesxx

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burningpaths-ffxiv · 3 years

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FFXIV WRITE 2021 // Prompt #11 Preaching to the Choir

🛑TW: mention of sex? idk is that a tw?

“He’s so attractive~.” The keeper woman covered her mouth as the group passed, soft blue eyes locked on her prize as white tipped ears perked to attention in dark hair. The golden elezen woman beside her tucked her head, cupping one corner of her mouth to feign a murmur conspiratorially.

“Do you see the tiny little blonde next to them? Do you think he’s the assistant or something? Would he help us get that big dusky one on the right on a dinner date?”

“We should definitely ask!”

An irritated throbbing was starting in Shear’s temples. He followed just behind Kalona and Kolli through the winding cobblestone streets of Vylbrand’s capital city-state, Limsa Lominsa. A leather bound ledger book in his hand and a pen in the other, keeping track of the two other viera’s purchases while the gulls squawked and called as they circled above the merchant’s row. It wasn’t thrilling work and he’d rather be working a mission or having his face stuffed screaming into his bedsheets, but here he was.

Miserable and unable to tune the only-half-correct chittering hens out of his ears.

The two women bounced to their feet off the bench they’d been perched on and crept after the trio winding through the crowded stalls. One long blonde ear half turned to listen to the clicking of their heels on the stone. Kalona and Kolli just in front of him were discussing purchasing rope, roof anchors, a new set of bracers for the former, and a new sword for the latter and seemed to not be paying attention. Shear scribbled the items down on the left of his column for the future.

A vendor hawking blades gleaming in the sunlight caught Kolli’s attention, who elbowed Kalona and pointed.

“Hoy, look. You see that?” He spoke Golmoran’s mother tongue while it was just them, and Kalona turned from looking at a different merchant towards the direction where Kolli motioned. Giving a snort, the older male arched a brow.

“Do you want to take a look? I think I want to go take a look there. Shear,” Kalona stopped and patted the blonde’s head. “Please keep him from spending too much, ay?” Giving them both a nudge, Kalona turned and waved over his shoulder. “Join me when you’re done or I’ll join you when I’m finished.”

Excitedly, Kolli’s teeth bared in a broad grin, gripping Shear’s arm as he started off. His fingers dug into the pliable skin and Shear gave a sharp exhale at it. As the rava dragged him towards the stall, he leaned in to mutter in his ear, “Don’t fucking tattle on me and only write down what I don’t cover on my own. You hear me, snitch?” He then pushed Shear away as they arrived in front of the rows of blades to immediately pick up his favorite to inspect.

Rubbing the place where Kolli’s fingers had dug, Shear nodded and moved out of the way with a sigh. Much to the disappointment of the women sneaking behind them who crept closer, wanting to hear what they were saying. The gossip clucking continued.

“I can’t hear what they’re saying. Did you catch any of that?” The miqo’te gave her friend’s skirts a yank as she realized they’d stopped, spinning to face the end of a fruit cart and pretending to look over the oranges arranged on the seller’s tray.

“Cause I don’t think it’s Eorzean, Miya.” Sharp green eyes peeked towards Kolli around her friend, squinting. “Also did that seem a little strange, the way he grabbed at his assistant?”

Miya shrugged, ears giving a tiny flutter and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t you Ishgardians manhandle your servants all the time, Faiyelle? Maybe the blonde said something stupid like ‘You can’t spend too much gil here!’ or ‘Gosh you big hunk of dusky muscle, do you need another sword to match the one between your legs?’ I’m just guessing here, of course~.”

“What?! Miya, that's so dirty! And no! Where did you even hear-? Ugh, nevermind. It just struck me as rude, is all.” Faiyelle wrinkled her nose and tucked a curl of brown hair behind one delicately pointed ear. A dark hand came up and poked at her nose. Faiyelle swatted it away with a small hiss.

“Don’t make that face, you’ll get wrinkles.” Miya cupped both sides of her own face, casting her eyes down at the stone while she squished her cheeks. Her lips puckered in a pout. “Do you think he’ll want shy and demure or,” The hands released her face to squeeze a fist and pull one corner of her mouth wide in a crooked grin. “Brave and cocky?”

“I think you’re ridiculous and we all get wrinkles. Eventually.” A golden hand rose to pinch at the tuxedo colored ear and Miya gave a whine, batting at it. “Have you tried, I dunno, just being yourself?”

“That’s boring! And I don’t want to be boring, I want him to want me.” Settling her hands over her chest, Miya gave a longing sigh. “I want that thick lug of attractive muscle to pick me up and rail me so hard I can’t stand for a moon--”

“Ahhh, Miya shhh! That’s disgustinggg~!” Cackling and giving her friend a shove, Faiyelle covered her ears after. Miya, who echoed the laugh and shoved her back, pointed and cackled at the elezen as she wobbled. A tiny growl from the windmilling woman and the two started a small shoving match beside the fruit stall, laughing all the while.

Much to the dismay of the fruit seller, whose current customers were glancing between the fruit and the women and wondered if this sudden hysteria was caused by the oranges.

The laughing ruckus, however, also caught Kolli’s attention off the blades and stormy grey eyes peered in their direction, curious. Shear angled himself in front of Kolli’s bent form but the rava stood straight to see over his head. The blade was set back into the weapon’s rack.

“Hoy yeah? What’s going on over there? A fight, maybe? Ooo, a woman fight? Nice.” Kolli spoke aside to Shear, even if his attention wasn’t on him and was focused on the elezen yanking at her whining companion’s ears.

“N-no, it’s… Just some idiotic women are just playing with each other. Pay them no mind.” Shear pointed at the blade Kolli had set down. “That seemed nice. Do you want it?”

“Idiotic women playing with each other, eh? Sounds like my kinda scene. And nah, it’s shit. The weight’s off and the handle is going to shatter apart the moment the blade gets struck with anything heavier than a dead dodo bird. It just looks good to make people buy them. I’m gonna go check out the fruit seller instead~.” Looking amused and wandering towards the women shrieking with laughter and wrenching at each other, Kolli sidled to lean on the end of the cart they’d previously occupied to watch.

Shear, even more miserable and thoroughly annoyed now, followed.

Miya had gotten Faiyelle in a headlock as they stamped around, still trying to one up the other. Her hand was buried in the brown mass of strands, currently in the process of pulling the pins out of her carefully coiffed hair. “Ha! Ugly hair! Ugly haaair!”

“Miya you rat, stop that this instant! This took forever to do! I’m going to kill you!” Faiyelle pulled at the arm around her neck with a wail, the threat obviously empty.

From his lean, Kolli gave a tiny whistle and both women paused, expecting a Yellowjacket to have shown up to break up their fun when they looked up. Miya squeaked and dropped her friend’s head abruptly who immediately toppled forward at the lack of support to land on the cobblestones at the viera’s feet with an audible ‘oof’.

“Hello~ ladies. Looks like you two are having fun?” Kolli’s deep voice spoke Eorzean fluently, although the underlying accent tipped at the edges of his tone. Faiyelle quickly pushed to her knees, spluttering.

“H-hi. Y-yeah, t-tons of fun.” Miya stuttered her reply, raising a waving hand in greeting, still flushed from the two of them playing around.

“A damn shame your dress got dirty,” Kolli crossed the road from the cart, leaning down to offer Faiyelle help up from the ground. The elezen woman turned pink and accepted the hand, murmuring her thanks. Pulled to her feet, Kolli retracted the hand and tipped his head. “What were the two of you fighting about, anyroad?”

“D-duh… uhhhh-” Miya’s thoughts stumbled and Faiyelle backed up a step to elbow her friend sharply in the side to kickstart her brain. “DUMPLINGS.” Jerking upright, Miya blurted the word, then… looked confused why she’d blurted that word.

Faiyelle beside her covered her face with her palm. "Hopeless." Dropping the hand and clearing her throat as if she hadn't just mumbled it into her hand and hair now a tangled, half pulled-apart mess, Faiyelle offered a wide smile. “We were just considering what to get for dinner, and there’s a lovely dumpling place on the other side of town. It’s new! We were debating which dumpling was better. I’m a fan of the sauced boar, my friend Miya prefers the shrimp. Do… Do you have a preference?”

Starry-eyed at how smoothly her friend had covered her blunder, Miya raised a thumbs up at Faiyelle. The elezen quickly grabbed and stuffed it behind her back.

Kolli considered the question while he watched them fuss, clearly delighted, arms crossing as he thought about it. “I think my favorite type of dumplings are the ones with the tiny rolled balls of meat and the strong soup inside the wrapper. The ones you eat off the wide spoons?”

“Ah! I have ah, always wanted to try those, and they sell them at the place we were considering going to. W-would you… want to join us?” Faiyelle cocked that gun and fired it, bravely. Who needed the assistant’s help anyway?

The veena looked smug from where he stood. There’s no way Kolli would-

“Sure, I’d love that. Let me tell my companions they’re gonna be on their own for dinner. Where’s the place again, and when would you like to meet up?” Kolli smiled wide at the two suddenly excited women who gave him directions and planned to meet a bell later.

Shear’s teeth grit, lip curling in disgust as they talked. Mood curdled, when Kolli waved goodbye and turned his direction as the women hurried away, a brow perked at the sour expression. The Golmoran tongue returned. “Did something fucking crawl inside you and die while I was gone? Why the fuck are you making that face?”

“Forget it. You wanted to buy a sword, right?” Shear turned his poor mood down at his ledger, flipping a page. “We can hit a different stall and--”

“Hold up, fucker. Don’t lie to me. What’s your problem?” Kolli gripped his chin and turned it up, glaring down at him. “Speak.”

“Th-the… I did not lie, I only said to forget it. We can-” The hand on his jaw shook it firmly, rattling Shear’s thoughts and making him dizzy.

“Spit. It. Out.”

“Fine! You are going to go on a stupid date with some stupid women you don’t even know and leaving Kalona and I to eat by ourselves. Ass.” In a grumbling mutter, Shear met Kolli’s narrowed gaze with one of his own.

“... Pff. Wait. You think it’s a date?” The returned amusement broke the stern look on the rava’s face and the grip on Shear’s chin squeezed hard. The veena’s hand with his pen rose to try to ease it off, eyes widening as the rava stepped close. He leaned down to murmur against the pained veena’s mouth. “It ain’t a date. I’m gonna go eat my fill of dumplings on their coin, fuck one or both of those annoying prats for the meal, and then I’m gonna come back to the room and fuck you even more fucking stupid than you’re being right now, later. Okay?”

Shear’s face flamed red, struggling to speak a moment at the private and rather close declaration of Kolli’s intentions as well as the painful hold he had on his jaw. He squeezed at the hand, speaking low while Kolli was so near. “Y-you are bathing first. I d-don’t want whatever they have a-anywhere near me.”

Releasing his face, Kolli moved away from Shear giving a loud whoop of laughter. “You’re so fucking pathetic, it’s embarrassing! Go buy a toy or something thick to occupy yourself with until I get back to the room. You gotta know even those two bitches aren’t going to come close to satisfying me, and I’m gonna be just riled up by the time I return.” Angling his shoulders in the direction of their mentor with a snicker, he flashed a wink. “Seeya later. I’m gonna go tell Kalona about my date.”

Watching the chortling rava move to join Kalona at the other stall, who was holding a sturdy looking fishing rod while the vendor pointed at the various pieces, Shear slapped the book closed around his pen. Jamming it into the bag at his side before he dropped the damn thing, the viera turned on his heel and started away in a blind direction further into the markets. Stopping a few stalls away at a potter’s cart to inspect a cup without really seeing it, his mind buzzed around wildly as his face burned.

Kolli didn’t have to tell him those women wouldn’t satisfy him. He already knew that. And yet he had anyway. Was it gloating, or reassurance? Shear didn’t know, and he had no idea why Kolli would tell him to get a toy to play with while he was gone. Let alone a thick one?

He wasn’t a kid.

The dawning realization of what Kolli had meant slapped him suddenly and the cup in his hand dropped, shattering on the cobblestone below him. Both hands rose to cover his beet-colored face as he ducked in a squat, ears laid back against the harping of the potter behind her bench at his recklessness.

From back the way he’d come, Kolli’s laughter echoed loudly amongst the chattering din of the market.

#ffxivwrite2021 #Shear Kinestti #ffxiv #new muse #introducing: more fucking npcs #prompt 11 #preaching to the choir #lets be real Miya and Faiyelle are based on the real thirsty thoughts ive had expresed about Kolli #Pls he's such a bastard and I love him #Id have him not actually be dead except that'd make it real weird for Shear #just gotta enjoy him in the past /swoon #tw: sex talk #i guess #since they mention it

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magpiefngrl · 6 years

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snakes on a plane

I’m totally and shamelessly reposting my Slytherins travel with Ryanair headcanon, because it got buried under the original (shit)post and I know @o0o-chibaken-o0o was busy that week and might have missed it? Anyway, that’s my excuse. Apologies for inflicting this twice to some of you.

So in answer to Chibaken’s reblog here about 8th years taking a trip, I wrote:

I see two different scenarios in my mind re: flights. For the Muggle trip to Greecethe school would use Ryanair or Easy Jet so it’d be a humorous fic, born of my many delightful experiences with these two airlines (all the Europeans are probably groaning right now). First, the 7th and 8th years would be faced with hundreds of people queuing at the check-in desk, holidaymakers holding straw hats and the hands of little children, who you just know they’ll be screaming during the flight. Pansy would arrive with three suitcases and a hat box for a week-long school trip and have to pay something like three hundred quid for her extra luggage, while Daphne would be sitting on top of her own suitcase, trying to shut it; in the end, she’d wear three dresses on top of each other at Luna’s suggestion. As Daphne is a natural trendsetter, several Muggles would copy her style and soon it would be a sensation. Kate Moss would be photographed nine days later outside Groucho Club in three dresses and praised for her bold accessorizing. Back at the airport, all of the Slytherins would have to pay for excess baggage while all the Hufflepuffs would throw a tantrum at security, because they wouldn’t be allowed to bring their homemade pumpkin smoothies and honey biscuits onboard (although I think food is allowed through now?). However, a new delay would arise and make Peony Dufferdill, the Muggle Studies Professor, curse the decision to take her students on a Muggle trip. The delay is of course Draco: he’d make a fuss at security for not allowing him to go through with his wand. Everyone else would roll eyes and/or glare at Draco, because they’ve been told that wands are checked luggage only. In May, Gatwick (or god forbid, Stansted *shudders*) airport is packed with holidaymakers, I’m talking thousands of people, so staff are exhausted and travellers are in a hurry and kids are crying and so Draco would have stalled about a hundred and fifty people at the very least by arguing about his wand, and Harry would try to intervene and explain things to him (‘cause he did it a lot those days, he liked to “explain” Muggle things to Draco after class) but Draco would be in a strop, and then Peony would have to subtly Confund the airport security staff and everyone around them (she kept her wand for situations like this, but she’d had the foresight to transfigure it to a lipstick first).

Flying with Ryanair or Easy Jet is a unique kind of hell, so picture the narrow seats and aisles of the place full to bursting with travellers, kids who start screaming after takeoff, Greg trying to squeeze his bulky frame in one of those tiny seats (new headcanon: Greg turning to boxing as a way of coping after the war and releasing tension, and meeting Dudley and becoming besties! Omg). Harry would be sitting next to Ron and Hermione, but he’d rather sit next to Draco, who had been dragged in the middle seat by Greg and Blaise. At least Harry’s across the aisle from them, so Draco is full on sarcastic comments because it amuses Potter, and Harry is leaning towards them and Blaise would change from the aisle to avoid having Draco lean over him all the time, but no one wants the middle seat so he stays put. You have to pay for the food in budget airlines and the prices are exorbitant, but only the Muggleborns complain, because they know what £5.5 gets you in the real world and it’s not a tiny Panini with a slice of cheese.

Professor Peony would be sitting next to an elderly couple who do the crossword in the Times or read Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, and she’d thank the heavens for these quiet people (she can hear Draco’s sniding all the way to the back, drilling into her brain, and Potter laughing from across the aisle, and Daphne saying how she’s too hot with these dresses on and Ginny saying “You’re too hot. Period” and Millicent would be howling at some extremely rude joke McMillan is telling her, which draws the attention of several four-year-olds and their frowning parents) and so Peony would buy a tiny bottle of wine (“keep them coming” she tells the air steward) and decides when they land, they’ll have to book British Airways for the return flight and if she needs to cover the cost for the students who can’t afford it, then so be it.

Visiting Greece would be great, though. That’d be a fun fic to write :)

The second scenario that I wrote in the tags (I actually started writing a fic about it some months ago but it’s only 300 words) which @bixgirl1 also mentioned is a long-haul flight to, say, Sydney. Emirates or Singapore Air are fantastic airlines and a long-haul flight has several comforts, but these people would be in first class so it’d be amazing. I’m talking proper silverware, screens on the seat in front of them with a selection of DVDs to choose from as well as the regular in-flight entertainment, blankets and face masks and tiny toothbrushes and special socks and glasses of champagnes just before takeoff). Pansy, Daphne, Blaise, Theo, Tracey and Greg would be be sitting next to each other, but the seat next to Draco would be empty. And then Harry boards the plane because for some reason he’s going to the same convention in Sydney – and wouldn’t you know! He’s got the last empty seat, right beside Draco! What are the chances of that?! Draco isn’t too pleased, because he’s a little nervous about flying, but tries to hide it. The two of them have been out for coffee once or twice and they’ve had some pleasant chats at the Ministry after training, and once they sort of flirted in a pub (Draco isn’t sure, he was a little tipsy at the time and may have been bolder than normal and he thinks that maybe Potter was also drunk and didn’t mean whatever he said – Draco can’t remember for sure and vows never to drink again, while holding his second glass of champagne of course). Takeoff is indeed stressful for Draco, but Harry holds his hand for support, only every time he tries to pull his hand away, Draco pretends to shiver so he’ll keep holding it for some time. Harry looks amused, but Draco is sure he’s fooled him.

This flight is a whole different experience and after a delicious meal (they have a menu with several choices), the lights dim and everyone settles for a long night and covers themselves in blankets. Harry and Draco have been talking – Draco a little calmer now that the plane seems able to stay aloft; he wasn’t sure it could – and they’ve had some wine and they’re leaning back on their seats, which fully recline because first class. The blankets are super soft and they spread them over them as if they’re about to sleep. (spoiler: they won’t sleep). But they encounter some turbulence, nothing terrible, but Draco yelps, very embarrassingly, (Blaise and Theo scoff from further down the plane) so Harry takes his hand again and tries to comfort him and maybe under the blanket (it’s not Harry’s fault, he can’t see through fabric) maybe instead of finding Draco’s hand, he touches his thigh? Idk you decide.

And then they make out. Hm, I could write a bit of smut based on that, one day.

Thank you for the prodding, Chiba and Bixie, I was incredibly and miserably blocked and burned out for the past week and couldn’t write a sentence, but here’s 1k words on a headcanon lol. ❤ ❤ ❤

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(This and the cock and nipple anon replies are the only writing I’ve done since Erised! Writer’s block is still going strong)

#drarry #chibaken #my drarry drabbles

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lightwormsiblingsarchived · 7 years

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Raf's First Date

read on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/12388389

I wanted to write a cute Malec family thing and somehow it ended up almost 3k words, idk how but I hope you enjoy!!

Alec notices first.

Raf starts spending much longer at the Institute for training and comes home with a huge smile and laughter in his eyes. He leaves earlier to practice and seems actually excited to go to training each day and doesn’t complain at all like he usually would have.

Something is up.

Alec just can’t figure out what.

He figures it out one Friday evening when Raf comes home with a group of his friends after training.

The group of young shadowhunters burst through the Lightwood-Bane’s front door in a flurry of laughter.

“Hey Dad,” Raf calls as he walks into the kitchen where Alec is making a sandwich for Max who is sitting on the counter.

The group of friends moves towards the stairs but Alec stops them before they can get up.

“Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Raf blushes at that and Alec furrows his brows in confusion.

“Erm, this is Jules, Octavian, and Ella,” he points at each person as he says their name. Alec notices the way he pauses before pointing to the pretty blonde girl who smiles at him and he notices the way Raf’s voice softens over his name.

Oh.

That’s when he realizes.

His son, his 15 year old son, has got a crush.

A surge of protectiveness races through Alec. Raf’s only 15 he’s a kid. He can’t have a crush. He looks at the way Raf smiles at Ella and his heart softens. They’re cute, and Ella seems like a sweet girl.

Magnus walks in just as Raf is leading his friends out of the room and Alec shoots him a look.

“Magnus,” he slides closer to Magnus so that his son can’t hear him and leans in conspiratorially “I think Raf has a crush on Ella.”

Magnus’ eyes light up in delight and he smiles wide like a Cheshire Cat.

“Our boy’s first crush, how exciting.”

Alec smiles lightly, “I can’t believe he’s so grown up already.”

“Soon we’ll be attending their wedding.”

Alec’s eyes widen.

“He’s 15!”

“I’m joking Alexander,” Magnus laughs and Alec punches his shoulder in retaliation, grinning when Magnus glares back at him before going to introduce himself to Raf’s friends.

***

Later when both Alec and Magnus are sitting on the couch in the living room they see Raf’s friends walk out.

Ella is the last one out and Magnus and Alec both quiet as they hear voices in the hall. Magnus sets his book onto his lap and Alec cranes his neck to hear better.

“Thanks for inviting me over,” comes a soft voice, “it was a lot of fun,” a pause, “you’re a lot of fun.”

Alec hears Raf start stuttering and Magnus shakes his head in amusement.

“Erm- I- thank you?”

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Alec and Magnus look at each other wide eyed as the door opens and closes behind Ella and they stumble into some semblance of a ‘natural’ pose as they hear their son’s footsteps cross the hall and into the room where they’re sitting.

Raf’s cheeks are stained dark red and Alec can’t help but relate to the feeling. He can’t count the amount of times his own cheeks have done the exact same thing after Magnus had done something particularly flirty.

Magnus sits up and grins devilishly at Raf.

“Someone’s got a crush,” he sings dramatically

“What? No! I-” Raf’s eyes move from Alec to Magnus and then back to Alec.

Alec nods encouragingly and Raf sighs in resignation.

“She’s so pretty, and so nice, and she’s a badass with a seraph blade and I can’t-”

“You’ve got it bad,” Alec interrupts with a chuckle.

Raf plops down between the two of them and cuddles into Magnus’ side.

“Ask her out on a date.” Magnus says simply and Raf stares at him in disbelief. Alec can’t blame him really, he remembers how scary it was to ask Magnus out the first time.

“I can’t just ask her. I- she-,” he trails off.

“It’ll just be like hanging out together except this time it will just have a different name. You’re already friends, it won’t be scary, I promise. “ Magnus says soothingly.

“And if you don’t ask you’ll never know.” Alec puts in, smiling at the hopeful look in Raf’s eyes.

“Okay,” he breathes out, “okay, I’ll ask her,” he’s tackled by Magnus and Alec from both sides and smothered in kisses.

*** Raf can’t breathe.

He clenches and unclenches his hands as he tries to go over what he wants to say to Ella in his head over and over again.

He’s gotten to training twenty minutes early in his anxiety and now he’s pacing the room, which isn’t helping at all. He can’t remember how he wanted to start and nothing is coming to him.

Because the universe hates him Ella chooses that moment to walk into the room.

She stops in her tracks when she sees Raf in the center of the room, frozen mid pace. Raf wishes he was invisible, not for the first time in his life.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were going to be here early too,” she says cheerfully, smiling a blinding smile at Raf and whatever bits and pieces he had remembered of his speech completely flee his mind at that.

He’s screwed. Absolutely screwed. He wants to run away and never ask Ella to go out with him. He can’t do it. It’s too scary.

He’s about to flee the room when he remembers what his Dad had said.

If you don’t ask you’ll never know

He wants to know. He clenches his fists determinedly, he can do this

“I - um- actually wanted to talk to you,” he stutters out.

Ella looks at him curiously before nodding and walking up to him

Nope, nevermind, he can’t do this.

Ella’s blonde hair glistens in the light from the training room and her green eyes are smiling warmly at him.

He swallows thickly, “Um- would you uh, like to- erm- go with me for dinner tomorrow night,” he steadies his voice and finally looks her straight in the eye, “like on a date. I really like you and uh, I don’t know if you feel the same but I’d like to take you out.”

Ella laughs a tinkling laugh and Raf holds his breath.

“Raf, you idiot, I’ve been trying to get you to notice I like you for weeks. Of course I’ll go to dinner with you”

“You-you will?”

He’s frozen in place in shock. She said yes! He can’t believe it.

“That’s um- that’s great, I’ll text you the details.” he starts stumbling out of the room when he trips over a discarded seraph blade and falls out into the hallway.

He hears Ella laugh as he picks himself up and stumbles all the way out of the room, cheeks burning.

***

Alec looks up from where he’s helping Max put together a Lego version of the Death Star (because Simon is a terrible influence on his son) when Raf stumbles in, cheeks flushed and a dopey look on his face.

Alec sees Magnus smirk from his spot on the couch.

“I asked her out,”

Alec’s eyes widen and his entire attention shifts to his eldest son who is looking at him with shining eyes.

Raf doesn’t say anything more and Alec can’t take it.

He widens his eyes and looks up at Raf.

“And?”

Raf grins widely and falls backwards onto the couch.

“She said yes,” he says on a sigh and Alec feels an overwhelming surge of pride at his older sons triumph and his bravery for going after the girl.

Alec is about to congratulate him and pull him into a hug when Raf turns, burying himself into Magnus’ shoulder.

“I tripped and fell into the hall when she said yes,” he mumbles into Magnus’ shoulder and Alec feels a fondness pool in his stomach.

Max lets out a loud laugh, his attention now fully on the conversation at hand as well.

“Good job big brother,” he gets out in between laughs.

Magnus chuckles into Raf’s hair. He looks over at Alec with a smirk and Alec feels himself blush.

“Just like your father you are.”

Alec blushes harder and tries to convincingly roll his eyes, but he can’t hide the smile that makes its way into his face.

*** On the day of the date, the Lightwood-Bane household is a picture of chaos.

There are clothes strewn everywhere and Alec doesn’t even know how this many clothes managed to fit inside their house.

Raf is stood in the middle of his messy bedroom looking quite uncomfortable as both Izzy and Magnus stalk around him, each holding a large amount of clothes in their hands.

Max is sitting on the bed with Alec, looking sufficiently amused by the whole ordeal.

“Papa, I don’t need a glittery scarf,” Raf whines, pulling the material off his neck and throwing it onto the bed.

Magnus sighs in resignation and instead places a striped tie on Rafs shoulder consideringly instead.

Izzy smiles in agreement,

“Yes, that goes great with the color of his eyes,” she exclaims in excitement.

Raf still looks unamused. While Max took after Magnus’ flair for all things eccentric and his obsession with glitter, Raf remained more neutral, wearing mostly black and less extravagant clothing.

Alec knew what he really wanted was to just wear a t-shirt and have it over with. He could relate.

Alec pats Max’s head before standing to join Magnus and Izzy.

He places a hand on Magnus’ shoulder and smiles comfortingly at him.

“It’s just dinner, how about he wears that dress shirt of his you love so much and he can wear one of your necklaces as good luck?” he asks quietly.

Magnus softens as he looks at Alec and then back at Raf, standing uncomfortably in the suit Izzy had picked and the tie Magnus had draped across his shoulder.

“I went over the top didn’t I?” he says softly, so only Alec can hear, “I know he doesn’t like wearing this stuff I just- he’s our eldest going off on his first date I, he’s growing up so fast I don’t-”

Alec cuts him off because he understands, the intensity of such an important moment in their son’s life has made Alec feel protective of the 15 year old too and he has honestly even considered the idea of locking Raf with him and Magnus in their house and using some spell to keep him the little boy they had found six years ago forever, but alas he can’t really do that.

He tugs Magnus into him for a hug.

“I know, but we’ve got to let him be his own person,” he whispers in to Magnus’ hair. Magnus nods before pulling away.

When they separate Magnus asks Izzy to fetch the dress shirt and takes off his arrowhead necklace and slips it over Raf’s head.

“For good luck,” he smiles and Raf hugs him with a much more relaxed smile than a few minutes ago.

*** When the doorbell rings Raf springs up from the couch where he had been jiggling his leg impatiently for the last twenty minutes and all but runs to the front door.

Magnus shoots Alec an amused smile and Alec rolls his eyes back fondly.

The two walk back into the living room hand in hand.

Ella is looking rather pretty, her blonde hair curled around her shoulders and a pretty pink dress draped over her shoulders.

Raf is looking adoringly down at her but Alec notices he’s got his hands clenched in fists nervously. Alec can’t help but think about his and Magnus’ first date all those years ago and about just how nervous he had felt walking into Magnus’ loft that day.

Raf hands Ella the flowers he had bought that morning with a shy smile and stutters over his words as she takes them from him and Alec shakes his head at how similar the two of them are despite not even being related by blood.

After the two of them leave the house Max climbs onto the couch with Magnus and Alec.

“Is Raf going to get married to Ella? Do I get to come to the wedding?” he asks with wide eyes.

Magnus chuckles, “No, Blueberry, Raf is too young to get married right now. This is just his first date, he’ll go on a lot more of these with a lot more people before he marries anyone.”

Max looks at Alec confused,

“But, Papa, you and Dad got married and you were Dad’s first date.”

“Your father is a special case,” Magnus laughs while Alec hides his face in Max’s hair to hide his grin.

*** As he and Ella walk back from their dinner, Raf prides himself on a date well done. After the initial awkwardness the two of them had fallen into the familiar banter of their friendship and the dinner had gone more successfully than he had ever dared to hope.

He’d only stuttered once and he deemed that an accomplishment in of itself.

Now though, as they were walking up to Raf’s porch the nerves were back. He knew what he wanted to do but he didn’t think he had the courage to go through with it. Ella looks up at him through her long eyelashes and Raf almost falls over again.

“I had a great time Raf,” she says softly, placing a hand on his elbow.

All his senses zero in on the touch and he tries his hardest not to freeze at the contact.

“So did I, we should do it again sometime if- if you want.” he stutters out, and curses himself at how uncertain it sounds.

Ella smiles sweetly and Raf thinks he could watch her smile for the rest of forever.

“I’d like that.”

Raf steps closer and sees Ella’s eyes dart down towards his lips. He holds his breath and thinks Ella does the same as they stare at each other.

Raf’s heart is beating so hard he’s almost sure Ella can hear it. He steps closer, determination in his veins, he wants to do this, he’s not going to let his nervousness stop him.

Before he can overthink anything he surges forward and leans down so he can press his lips softly to Ella’s.

She smiles into his lips and they pull apart quickly, but it’s one of the bet experiences of Raf’s life all the same.

“I- I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ella says with a grin and darts down the stairs.

Raf stays standing on the steps a few seconds, his fingers to his lips as he watches Ella disappear down the steps.

*** Alec didn’t realize how hard it was to act normal knowing his son was out on his first date. He had to control his urge to text and ask how it was going very ten minutes.

He’s curled on the couch watching a disney movie with Magnus as Max and he can’t help but notice the empty space where Raf should be.

He can’t focus on the movie at all and when he glances over at Magnus he finds that he’s having the same problem, eyes darting from his phone to the clock and back continuously.

When they hear footsteps on their porch Alec is out of his seat in a second, Magnus and Max close behind him.

They all stand by the door and out their front window they can see Raf standing in front of Ella hesitance and determination clear on his face.

They can’t hear what they’re saying but Alec’s heart jumps when they step closer to each other.

He grabs Magnus’ arm as Ella says something and then Raf is leaning down to kiss her.

Magnus cheers quietly,

“That’s my boy,”

Max makes a face from next to him,

“Ew,”

Alec rolls his eyes and the three of them jump back as they see the doorknob start to turn.

Alec scoops Max up in his arms and they practically sprint back to the couch, throwing themselves haphazardly down, trying to appear like they hadn’t just been spying on Raf and Ella.

When Raf walks into the room he’s wearing a self satisfied smirk and his cheeks are flushed a dark red.

He rolls his eyes when he spots the three of them tangled unnaturally on the couch.

“I know you guys were watching, don’t even deny it.”

Magnus holds his hands up in surrender and the three of them move to make room for Raf on the couch as he tells them the entire story.

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