#we were like. 10 feet away from each other tops

[lovifie]

Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 4: Midnight Snack

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Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

3.5K words

Warning/Notes: Soap x Reader, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, messy make out

This is the video from where the photo is, if you haven't seen it, You have to and if you have already, you are welcome.

The drive back to base seems neverending. 

Once Price and Ghost managed to get you to stop crying and to breathe normally. The three of you pack the essentials, and by that, I mean you were hugged to Ghost like a koala while Price got what he could save from your house into a bag pack. 

Most of your clothes were ripped or cut, so in the end, only some pieces of underwear, a couple of shirts, some pants and the pyjamas you were wearing were safe. Plus your jacket and shoes that were behind the door. 

And that is how you found yourself now. Sobbing, sitting in the middle of the back seat, bag pack on your lap, Simon’s hand on your knee from the passenger seat as Price drives.

“Tomorrow morning, you are going to call your job, and tell them that you are going to take a couple of days off, okay?” Price asks looking at you through the rearview mirror. “And we will take everything you need, we will buy clothes, find you a better place to stay, anything you need.”

You shake your head feeling the tears come back and you hide your face behind your hands as you start to cry again. “I can't.” You cry. “What can't you do?” Simon asks turning his head to look at you.

“Miss more work days, I have already taken too many. I can't afford to lose more.” You mumble whining out of mental exhaustion.

“Hey, stop. Don't get carried away, alright?” Simon says rubbing your thigh. “Let's not think about that right now, tomorrow tell your boss the situation. Tell them that your house was broken into, that you need a couple of days to get everything in order. Depending on what your boss says, we'll work from there. Alright, birdie?”

You nod weakly as you focus on taking deep breaths. When you finally arrive, both men get out of the car and Price opens the door for you. You step out still holding your bag tight, either men try to take it from your hands and walk along between both men. 

Their hands find their way to your back, Price to the bottom and Simon to the top, reassuring shielding you from the chilly breeze of the night. 

“How about a cuppa?” Simon asks looking at you, a smile visible in his eyes, and you can't help it but to give him a weak smile back nodding. “Then, we will find you a room so you can sleep as much as you want.” 

Sleep does sound amazing, taking into consideration that last night you had little sleep and you have been on the move ever since. 

Price and Simon walk you to a lousy room, many recruits sitting together. The mess hall, you figure. In the middle of the room, there are a couple of sofas, and you quickly recognise Soap and Gaz, sprawled together in one of them looking at Gaz's phone. 

Most of the soldiers that are finishing their dinner, or just enjoying each other company before going to bed look up when they hear the door opening. Their gazes linger for a second too long on you until you can feel Ghost throwing them a warning sign in the form of a look and they peel their eyes away.

Gaz and Soap look up when they hear the door open, and just for a second, they smile at you before they furrow their browns when they see everyone's expression. 

“What happened? How come the wee lass so spooked?” Soap asks sitting straight and patting the seat between him and Kyle.

Price’s hand on your lower back softly pushes you forward to sit down before he answers: “She’s still a bit in shock, Soap. We’ll talk about it later.”

You sit down between Soap and Gaz, backpack still in your hands, and pull your knees up hugging your legs. Gaz points to your backpack and asks: “You sleeping over tonight? You should definitely sleep in Soap’s and my room. Ghost and Price have their own individual ones, but they snore.” He whispers the last part pulling a little smile from you.

You lean your head on Soap's shoulder when he lays his arm on the couch behind your back. The man is a living furnace and shortly after you find yourself seeking more contact.

Price sits on the second sofa in front of you and just a second later Ghost appears back, cup of tea on hand, as he gives it to you. You take it from his hands, yours still shaking just a little bit as you do, and you rest it on top of your knee for support.

Kyle's hand find its way to your other knee giving it a light squeeze. “How's your arm, luv?” You look at your elbow and shrug your shoulder. “I haven't even had time to check it, good I think, it hasn't bothered me.”

“You didn't get hurt today, did you?” Price asks focusing on your face after doing a quick check-up of you. You shake your head: “No, a headbutt on the ceiling if anything.”

Price nods, satisfied with your answer and shakes his head at the sergeant's questioning look. You look down to the tea, thoughts getting to you. You saw your neighbour get arrested, and if he had gotten free they would have told you. So it must have been someone who works for them, and if he wasn't arrested already is because they didn't really know who works for them. 

“What are you thinking about, birdie?” Ghost brings you back to reality with just a question. “Am I safe here?” You ask, with a shake in your voice. 

“Yes.” Price's answer is concise, full of trust in his own word, leaving no room for doubt. “As long as you are with us, nothing and nobody is getting to you.”

You look at his face, almost as if expecting him to burst laughing at you for trusting them. A voice in your head screams at you not to do it, you barely know them. But you thought you knew your neighbour and now he's trying to kill you, so. 

You nod and take a sip of the tea. Warming you inside and letting you relax just a bit. 

“How about a distraction?” Soap asks smiling at you. “Have we told ye aboot the time Gaz fell from a helo and was hangin’ from a rope like a yo-yo?”

“Fucking hell, Johnny. Shut up!” Gaz complains laughing next to you. 

The time went a bit more smoothly when Soap decided to talk about everyone's embarrassing stories, you could still tell he wasn't telling everything, keeping the classified information for himself, but still telling enough to have you laughing, gasping and asking with interest as he told.

By the time you finished your tea, you were already in a greater mood, the attack from today moved to the back of your head. Price lends you a hand to help you stand up while Ghost takes the empty cup from you. Gaz and Soap keep their word to share the room for the night against Price and Ghost's complaint that they should let you rest alone. Until the words “I don't really want to be alone.” leave your mouth and that's the end of the bickering. 

Soap and Gaz barracks are quite simple, two single beds against opposite walls, two desks, two little bookshelves and two closets. Almost as if there was a mirror in the middle of the room if it wasn't for the little trinkets and details on each side letting you know the right bed was Soap's and the one on the left was Gaz's. 

After a quick rock, paper, scissor championship, it is decided you will be sharing Soap's bed. And since you are already in your pyjamas, you get inside the bed quickly, ready to be done with the day. Soap lays behind you, hugging your middle and dropping a kiss to your temple. “Sleep tight, bonnie.”

A ray of light erupts from the bathroom door that is practically closed, almost as if whoever closed was afraid the click of the door closing would wake you up. At first, you don't think most of it, Soap must have gotten up to pee. But then you listen, and it doesn't sound like that's what he is doing in the bathroom.

Little grunts can be heard as well as the sound of skin hitting skin. You stand up from the bed, curiosity taking control of your body and walking you to peak at the door. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't. But once you lay your eyes on him, you know you are fucked. 

Soap is barechested, leaning against the sink with a hand supporting him while the other strokes his dick. He has his eyes closed, head low with his mouth open slightly, and small grunts and whines leave his lips. 

The grey sweatpants slightly lowered, allowing you to see the curve of his lower back as well as what you trust is the girthiest dick you have ever laid your eyes onto. The tip looks red, hungry for release, pearls of precum dripping from it making your mouth water. 

There is a turmoil of thoughts in your head, you keep repeating to yourself that you need to place some distance between yourself and these men. But the moment any of them show any skin or any emotion of want towards you, you throw yourself at them. 

Three times have you gone through this, your mind telling you is a bad idea and your pussy pushing you at their arms. This time is not different, and before you know it, you are inside the bathroom locking the door making Soap jump.

“Steamin’ jesus, bonnie.” He says shoving his dick inside his pants and turning his back at you to hide his tent. “Knock before entering, lass.”

“Sorry.” You mutter, not feeling sorry and you slowly walk to him. “I just wanted to help…”

“What? What you me-” He gets cut mid-question when he feels your hand grazing his tip, pressing your chest to his back and surrounding his waist with your arm. You use a hand to feel his abdomen and the other to softly caress the length of his dick inside his pants.

“But I can go back to bed if you don't want…” You say looking at the back of his head. “Don't you dare.” He answers grabbing your wrist when you try to take it back and he looks at you over his shoulder. 

“Ye dinnae have to do it if ye dinnae want… but if you want, I'll take anythin’ ye throw at me, bonnie.” He says turning around and cupping your face after lowering his pants again to free his erection. “I had to run to the bathroom cause ye were rubbing yer arse against me on yer sleep, I was about to explode.”

“Well then, I think it's only fair I fix it, right?” You ask looking at him cheekly. He leans down and kisses you smiling into the kiss. Little groans slide into your mouth as you stroke him and you can feel his hips thrust softly into your hand as well. 

For the last two days these men have only but given to you, and as much as you have enjoyed every single second of it, it is about time you give back. 

You pick Soap's hand from your cheek and push it up to your hair. “Make sure to keep my hair away from my face, all right?”

He looks at you confused but quickly gets the idea when you kneel before him. He quickly brushes your hair back with his finger, doing a ponytail at the back of your head and groans deeply when you give a kitty lick to his tip.

You pop his tip inside your mouth sucking softly as you circle it with your tongue. Stroke the rest with both your hands, unable to reach your thumb with your index because of the girth and slowly bobbing your head up and down.

Soap stays mumbling curse words under his breath, low enough to not be able to hear him and you wish you were not hiding in the bathroom and could hear him scream. You think back to when Price ate you out, did he get as turn-on satisfying you as you are getting doing it to Soap? 

He opens his eyes to lock into yours and you look up to him through your lashes as you start to get more inside your mouth. 

“Fokin’ hell, bonnie. Keep looking at me like that and I'm not gonna last a second.” He says struggling to keep his eyes open. 

You chuckle inside your head, and keep getting closer and closer to his hipbone. You must praise Soap's self-commitment to not cum, even though you can feel the grip on your hair getting tighter. When you feel his pubes brush against your nose you pull back taking a breath and look at him. When you lock eyes with each other, you smile and say before opening your mouth: “Fuck my throat, Johnny.”

For a second you get scared that Soap will just cum as you speak when you physically see the shudder that goes through him. But then he grips your hair back making you look up to him and he kisses your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Spit, drool and precum all mixing between your tongues and when he draws back to talk a threat of spit connect your lips. “You are going to fucking kill me, lass.” He mumbles and stands up to full height.

He doesn't let go of your hair and when you stick your tongue out he slaps it with his cock. “Gonna fuck yer throat raw, bonnie. Bite if it gets too much.” He smirks before shoving his dick down your throat in a single thrust and beginning to fulfil his word.

“Fuck, bonnie.” He says slurring his words between moans. “Taking my cock so well, such a good fucking lass, so, so good, fuck.” 

Your visions get blurry with the tears from fighting your gag reflex, your hands rest on Soap's thighs and you can feel them flex with each thrust. If it wasn't for your pants you know you would be literally dripping on the floor, never did you though it could turn you on this much. But seeing Soap becoming such a mess, not being even able to speak, just mumbles and curses leaving his mouth. 

“Let me cum inside, bonnie, please. I wanna see you drink it, please, please, bonnie, please.” He begs looking at your face with a pained expression, and almost as if he was waiting for your answer when you slightly nod he grunts and you feel his spent travel down your throat. He stays like that for another second and finally pulls out, you open your mouth showing him your work and he smiles as he bends down to kiss you again. “Fucking beautiful, love.”

The next morning you are woken up by an alarm and just a second later a door slamming shut. “I call dibs on the bathroom!” Kyle shouts making you jump.

You turn around on Soap's arms, nuzzling your face on his chest and sighing satisfied. “Eejit” Soap mumbles with his chin resting on top of your head.

“Do we have to share the bathroom the three of us?” You ask against his chest.

“Ye didnae seem to mind sharing it with me last night.” He mumbles back and you feel his chest tumble with a laugh.

“Aw, shut up, Johnny.” You say chuckling and yawning. “What time is it, anyway? I feel like I slept just two hours.”

“0540, not too far off to be honest.” He answers and when your half-sleep brain processes what time it is you look at him as if he has just insulted you. “What?”

“Why the fuck are we up before 6 in the morning? Like, seriously, the fuck?” You ask grumpy as you sit up pulling your legs over Soap's torso. He caresses one of your calves and flexes his arm resting his head on his hand. If you were not so bothered to be awakened so early, you would admire his physique. 

“This is the military, love.” He says smiling. “Ye look like an angry kitty.”

You pull the pillow from under his head and hit him with it making him laugh. “Do we need to be ready before six?”

“Yeah, actually, that's when we are supposed to have breakfast. We are meeting Lt. and Price there.” He says taking the pillow from his face. “Ye should get dressed.”

You groan standing up and picking your bag from the side of the bed. You pull your clothes out, and notice that you can barely form a full outfit; you sigh and sit on the floor looking at Soap who is now on his side, elbow on the bed and head resting on his hand. He looks at you with a confused expression and says: “That's all ye packed, lassie? I thought ye were staying more time.” 

He stands up, walks to his closet and picks something from inside just to throw it to your head. An uf sound leaves your throat and you pick it up to see it, it is a sweatshirt with MacTavish written on the back. “It is cold this early in the morning, we don't want ye freezing up. Get dressed.”

He bends down to drop a kiss on your lips leaving you a bit stunned and enters the bathroom without knocking making Gaz protest from the inside. “Stop screaming, it's me. I'm just giving the wee lass some privacy, Gaz.” 

You chuckle to yourself and quickly get dressed, putting on the only pair of jeans you have, and a weird t-shirt from some kind of ad you used to wear to sleep, feeling really grateful it is covered with Soap's sweatshirt.

“What are you doing here, luv?” Price asks standing up when he sees you enter the mess hall following Soap and Gaz. “Everything alright?”

The expression on your face must be portrait-worth because you can see even Simon's eyes twirl with a smile. 

“What do you mean what I'm doing here?” You ask looking at Price, until you hear a little snickering coming from both Gaz and Soap and you finally put two and two together. You turn to Soap and when you finally make eye contact with him, he burst out laughing.

“I'm sorry, bonnie. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to waste it.” He says raising his hand in false innocence. He tries to side-hug you, but you move quickly raising your chin offended and walking up to Price. “I'll fetch ye breakfast as a peace offering, all right, love?”

“That's the minimum you can do!” You exclaim still offended and stick your tongue out to him as you sit between where Ghost is sitting and where Price was sitting, him following you.

“Sorry about that, love.” Price says rubbing your tight. “I told them muppets to let you sleep in today. Did you at rest good?”

Gaz sits in front of you with a smirk, and you don't know if he knows, but you are sure that if he does he will snitch on you so stay on edge making sure not to break eye contact with him.

“Yeah, I did. The bed was surprisingly comforting, and Soap was a weighted blanket so.” You answer still looking at Gaz. You can feel Price's questioning look and Ghost's smirk.

“So Soap was comfortable?” Gaz asks smiling.

“Yeah, quite comfortable.” You answer.

He knows.

He fucking knows.

You don't know how, but he knows.

“Is that why you followed him to the bathroom when he went in the middle of the night?” He asks.

Fucking Garrick.

“I don't know what you are talking about.” You respond looking at your nails.

“I'm talking about when you into the bathroom and helped-”

CLANK

Soap puts the tray of food in front of you just in time, cutting Gaz's claim and starts to enunciate the food he bought. “I got ye coffee cause it's obvious yer not a morning person, I brought ye toast, some fruits and a little cereal cause I didn't really know what ye wanted. And I bought ye chocolate pudding.” He says putting the little cup on your hands, giving you a kiss on your head. “For sucking my dick so good last night.”

Gaz bursts out laughing, happy that he didn't even need to tell anything, while Ghost chuckles under his breath and Price sighs rubbing his forehead.

“I think there is a conversation that we definitely need to have.” Price announces. “For everyone's sake.”

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[antoncyng]

౨ৎ the one he loves — p.sh

synopsis - after spending a day with your bestfriend at the beach, you realize he really is the one you love.

warnings - tooth rotting fluff, bestfriends to lovers, maybe a few kys jokes??, kissing, cursing, fem!reader, reader can’t swim lol | wc - 500+

release date - 04/13/24

notes - first fic with the new theme.. what do we think (*´∀｀*)

friday, april 12th, 2:47 was the day and time you found out you were in love with your bestfriend.

how did this happen? you two were just at a beach, and now you two were back at sunghoon’s house, in each others arms watching a movie.

——— 4 DAYS AGO

“yn, you know sunghoon has the biggest crush on you, right? how could you not see it?” one of your bestfriends, ningning, argues back to you. it was almost the end of lunch break, you and your bestfriends were in a group around you and giselle’s desks.

“he doesn’t like me, we’ve been bestfriends forever.” you argue back, gently hitting chaeryeong’s arm when she shakes her head and sighs in defeat.

“looks like you’ll just have to wait and see if he confesses..” she mumbles after hearing the bell, all your friends making their ways back to their own desks.

- DING -

you heard and felt your phone vibrate on your desk from the notification, picking it up and seeing 3 texts from sunghoon.

hoon (dni..) : ynynynynyn

hoon (dni..) : can we go to da beach dis weekend

hoon (dni..) : answer my texts woman

you just chuckled at his texts before unlocking your phone and tapping your keyboard to respond.

you : yes we can go

you : sorry i was talking to my friends

hoon (dni..) : u have other friends than me??!

you : kys

you laughed quietly again before shutting off your phone and putting it away, picking up your pencil while your teacher walks back into the class, perfect timing.

——— PRESENT DAY, APRIL 12TH, 12:35 PM.

lying on your stomach while resting your head on your arm, in a bikini, while sunghoon sat up with his hands behind his back for support. “isn’t that boring to you? why don’t we go into the water like real fun!” sunghoon whined once again, only having around 10-15 minutes between each complaint.

“it’s called tanning, it makes me look better! we can go in the water in.. 5 minutes..” you bit back at him, earning a groan from the boy next to you. “you look pretty tanned or not..” he mumbled, turning his head so you couldn’t hear what he said clearly.

5 MINUTES LATER

still tanning, you soon felt arms lifting you, making you flinch. “sunghoon! put me down right now!!” you exclaimed, squirming in his arms while smacking his shoulder, only gaining laughs from your bestfriend.

“it’s been 5 minutes!!!” he fought back, finally reaching the water and sinking the both of you into the cold, clear ocean, finally putting you on your feet. both of you hissed at the cold, stepping backwards and still facing him, you went deeper into the water.

but you felt a rock hit the back of your ankle, tripping over and almost falling, but you felt sunghoon’s arms catch you by your waist before you hit the cold water with the top half of your body.

you opened your shut tight eyes, seeing sunghoon’s face closer to yours than you expected, making the both of your faces flush a shade of light red.

“sorry.. i know you can’t swim so i didn’t want you to fal-“ he started to ramble after stabling the two of you, being shut up by your lips on his. he stood frozen for a few seconds, before slowly wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing back.

pulling back from the kiss, you both smiled at each other. your arms still around his neck and his around your waist, you could just close the gap between you two and hug him tightly.

“you talk too much when you’re nervous, hoon.” you mumbled into his shoulder.

maybe ningning was right, you really were the one he loves.

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[wh0re43van]

Baby fever Pt 3 (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: Theres been tension between you and Evan for months due to your struggle to conceive. You guys decide to go out for a nice dinner to get your mind off of things.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: mentions of wine?, small argument?

A/N: I’m sorry guys I thought I uploaded this like two hours ago 😭 this will probably be the last part of this little series <3

Pt1 , Pt2

It’s been about three months since Evan and I have started trying for a baby. We know that it takes time, but that doesn’t take the sting out of the 10 negative tests we’ve gotten.

I sigh, resting my head on the window glass as I see the elementary kids at the bus stop awaiting their ride to school. A few are chasing each other, a pair of kids are sat down on the sidewalk as they share the same set of earbuds, and one kid stands quietly as they hold their backpack close to their chest. The warm hues of the morning sunrise cascades down on the group of tiny people. Orange and pink sun rays bounce of their coats, hats, and laughs that come out as puffs of condensation.

I smile to myself as I hold my herbal tea up to my lips, the steam coming from the beverage fogging up the cold window. I imagine what Evan would look like as he walks our child to the bus stop. What kind of silly dad pajama bottoms and stained hoodie set would he take our child out in. The image of Evan holding our little one’s hand makes my heart swell.

The click of the deadbolt unlocking grasps my attention. I turn to see Evan walking through the door with a few bags of groceries. He gives me a small smile as he sets the shopping down on the table.

“I still think it’s a bit early for grocery shopping,” I giggle as I pull him into a loose hug. He rests his head on top of mine, his hand instinctively twirling my hair.

“I know. I’ve been up since 5:00 am so I figured I might as well get up and do something,” he sighs. Evans been more beaten up about this than I imagined. I’ve tried to explain to him that it takes time, and you have to wait at least 3 weeks before you can get a positive result, but he doesn’t care much to listen. He’s just so ready to be a dad; to have that little bundle of joy in his arms. He already has so much love for a child that hasn’t yet been conceived.

“Would you like some coffee?” I ask as I look up at him with a small smile.

“That would be very nice,” he grins, leaning down to place a small kiss to my lips. I turn, reaching for the coffee grounds as he unloads the groceries.

“What did you get?” I ask curiously.

“Oh just some staple foods we were running low on: peanut butter, bread, butter…” he explains as he put each item away in their rightful home. “Oh and I found these pregnancy tests that let you know a week early!” He beams as he shuffles over to me, pulling six ‘Clear Blue’ pregnancy tests out of the canvas shopping bag.

“Evan,” I giggle, looking at him in confusion. “Why did you get so many?” I ask as I pour the fresh brewed coffee into his favorite mug.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. Just want to be prepared I guess,” he shrugs before turning back to the shopping bags. “Oh y/n look at this,” he says excitedly. I turn, handing him his coffee when I see the little bear onesie in his hand. “Isn’t this just the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” He asks genuinely, the biggest, goofiest smile on his face and pure joy glinting in his eyes. This man melts my heart.

“It’s adorable,” I giggle, walking over to examine the outfit. It’s a brown, fleece, hooded onesie with bear ears and bear feet attached. I notice that its size newborn, but I don’t have the heart to tell him that even if I were pregnant right now, the baby would get here in August and we would have no use for this winter outfit. I just smile to myself and kiss him on the cheek before walking back over to the coffee pot to prepare my own drink.

“Woah! Is that caffeine free?” Evan asks urgently as he sets his mug down, spilling a bit before he rushes to me.

“Uh, no?” I look at him confused. He takes the coffee out of my hand.

“I read online that you shouldn’t consume caffeine while pregnant,” Evan explains. I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Okay… well I’m not pregnant yet,” I try to laugh it off and grab the pot out of his hand. He yanks it back, holding it up and out of my reach. “Y/n I’m serious. It’s not good for you or the baby,” he furrows his brows. I can feel my blood pressure start to rise out of anger.

“There is no fucking baby, Evan! I took another test a few days ago, and guess what? It came out negative just like all of the other ones! So please give it a rest!” I shout, surprising myself at how aggressive that came out; I guess I was holding that back for a while. Evan takes a step back, betrayal creeping into his face.

“There is no need to shout,” he says lowly, gritting his teeth. He doesn’t break eyes contact with me as he sets the coffee pot down. I know I’ve angered him. He has this calm demeanor when he’s pissed off; He never raises his voice or puts his hands on anyone, but when he’s mad the look in his eyes will strike the fear of god into you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I furrow my brow back at him. I’m not sure where this sudden anger came from, but now I can’t stop it. Now that I think about it, there’s been a bit of tension between us after the first few negative tests. It’s almost like he gets upset with me every time we find out that I’m not pregnant. I’m sure he doesn’t mean it that way and that he doesn’t blame me for our struggle to conceive, but I can’t help the thought from creeping in.

“You’re the one that snapped on me out of no where,” he says sternly, clenching his jaw. “Come on, what’s your problem? You’ve been cold towards me for months,” he asks seriously. I scoff, feeling my ears burn red.

“Me? Evan you’re the one that won’t talk to me for the rest of the fucking day every time that goddamn stick only has one fucking line!” I scream, not believing what I’m hearing come out of his mouth. He steps closer to me, intimidating me with his proximity. There’s no need for him to shout; He knows his glare speaks much louder.

“I’m going to our room. Come talk to me once you’ve calmed down,” he says through tight lips before silently walking away. I let out a frustrated sigh, pushing a box of frozen waffles off the counter as I flop down on.

‘I’m a fucking idiot’ I kick myself. We needed to talk about these feelings, but it’s just been so tense between us. The past few weeks I’ve been so emotional and there’s just been a tension hanging between Evan and me.

I sigh, standing up straight then finish putting the groceries aways. I decide to make Evan pancakes from scratch as a poor apology.

About an hour has passed and I’m taking the last pancake off the stove as footsteps sound down the hallway.

“You never came to talk,” I hear Evans’ sad voice as he comes around the corner.

“Well, I thought I would make you breakfast first,” I give him a small smile. Guilt rushes over me when I look into his eyes that are glistening with sadness. ‘How could I have yelled at him like that,’ I think to myself as he looks at me like a disappointed puppy. “Evan I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. I’ve just been so on edge lately. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that… I know you’re just excited for the baby, but I feel like I’m disappointing you,” I sigh I pull two plates out of the cabinet. Evans hands quickly wrap around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

“You could never disappoint me, y/n,” he says sweetly, placing a kiss on top of my head. “I just got a bit carried away, I’m sorry. All I’ve been thinking about is starting a family; I don’t mean to put any pressure on you.” he says genuinely as he rubs his hands on my back.

“I love you, Evan,” his words make tear up but I keep my head pressed against his chest so he can’t see. He always manages to melt my heart with his kind words.

“I love you baby,” he pulls away to look at me. “Why don’t we go to that Italian place you like for dinner? We can have a nice night out to destress,” he offers with his award-winning smile. I sniffle, nodding my head.

“I’d love that,” I say with a grin. He grabs my hand, placing a kiss on top before helping himself to the pancakes on the table.

•

•

The rest of the day went pretty smooth. We didn’t speak of the baby at all, just spent some time together; it was lovely.

I get ready for our date, picking out a simple black dress. I slip it on and examine myself in the mirror. A frown creeps onto my face when I see my reflection, suddenly feeling insecure. As if on cue, Evan walks into the room sporting nothing but a pair of black slacks.

“You know, that’s one of my favorite dresses on you,” he says sweetly. I watch him through the mirror as he lays down on our bed, propping his head up on his hand to admire me.

“I was about to change. I feel like you can see how bloated I am in it,” I scoff, turning to look at him. He sits up from the bed, drawing his brows down.

“Y/n you look stunning. What the hell are you talking about?” he asks in disbelief. I trudge over to him, plopping down and resting my forehead on his bare shoulder.

“I don’t know,” I sigh honestly. “I just feel like I’ve been swollen and bloated for the past few weeks and it’s not even time for my period,” I groan into his arm. He chuckles, placing a warm hand on back.

“You need to be nicer to yourself. You look just as beautiful-if not more- than the first time I ever saw you,” he says softly before placing a kiss to the top of my head. I sit up, looking at him with awe.

“How do you still make me blush, even after all these years?” I giggle as my cheeks burn pink.

“I just have that effect on women,” he laughs as he stretches his arms above his head, purposefully flexing his biceps. I roll my eyes.

“Whatever,” I laugh as I stand from the bed. “Get dressed, Casanova,” I tease as I walk to the bathroom. He stands up without saying anything then gently slaps my ass. I can’t help but laugh to myself as he runs out of the room like a child who’s just stolen a piece of candy.

•

•

The car ride was full of jokes and positive energy. Now we sit in this lovely restaurant with a live orchestra and decorative fountains. It’s a bit flashy for my taste, but the food and service are so good that I can’t complain. Evan sits across from me in his signature formal wear: a white button-up and black slacks. He took the time to slick his brown curls down and away from his face and trim his beard and mustache a bit to better fit in with the black-tie atmosphere.

The waitress soon approaches our table with a bottle of wine (which looks much more expansive than any bottle that I pick up at Target) then sets the glasses on the table and opens the wine. Evan speaks up, asking her to leave the bottle as he wants to pour it himself. She smiles before walking away.

“I got this especially for you,” Evan laughs as he picks up the glass bottle. “So if you don’t like it, you owe me $500,” he teases as me pours me my drink. I almost choke on my breath.

“Evan are you crazy?” My eyes nearly pop out of my head. He chuckles at my expression as he pours his own serving.

“Crazy for you,” he winks, knowing that was insanely cheesy. “Plus, I’ve been kind of persuading you not to drink and eat certain things incase we conceive without realizing it, so this is my apology for trying to control your body,” he grins sympathetically, holding his glass of wine out. With a smile, I grab my glass and meet his with a clink. He takes a drink, but when I hold the earthy liquid up to my mouth, I pause. I consider his words about possibly being pregnant. I took a pregnancy test just a few days ago and it was negative like always. I shrug it off taking a sip of the bitter drink.

The night goes on, lovely as ever. It almost feels like an anniversary date with our reminiscing and sharing of old pictures, the high class atmosphere, the expensive wine. The night was perfect, honestly. Evan seemed to have been stressed because he drank nearly the whole bottle of wine on his own in less than an hour.

“God, you’re just so- and you’re such a… and kind! You’re so kind Y/n!” he stammers out with boyish giggles as he pauses every few words to manually sort through each of his thoughts. I laugh at the wine drunk man slouched in his seat

“Thank you, Ev,” I place a hand on his face from across the table.  He leans into the touch as he closes his eyes, his lips curling into a small content smile.

“Hey how come you didn’t drink yours?” he queries as he picks up my mostly full glass of wine, sloshing some of the dark liquid out of the vessel onto to the stark white tablecloth.

“Evan!” I whisper, snatching the glass from him. “Well, someone has to drive you home,” I giggle, shaking my head at the 36-year old child in the seat across from me. I give him the excuse of being the designated driver, but it was actually almost instinctual as to why I haven’t had much to drink. “Speaking of which, I think it’s time to go home,” I raise my eyebrows at Evan who’s got the wine bottle up to his eye, searching for more of the rich liquid. I snatch the bottle out of his hands. He stands from his seat trying to grab it back, but stumbles backwards into his chair. “Jesus Christ, Evan! You aren’t supposed to get trashed in a place like this,” I scold him as I motion around at the elegance of the building. He just shrugs his shoulders.

“Hey! I paid to be here just like everyone else,” he rolls his eyes and flicks his wrist, snapping his fingers.

“I hate when you get wine drunk,” I sigh, shaking my head at the pure sass radiating off my husband. He just smiles at me with droopy eyes. I laugh, then call for the check.

•

•

After arriving home, I force my drunk husband out of his dress clothes so he can put his pajamas on. Evan is standing in the middle of our room in just his boxers as I sort through our dresser for his sweat pants and an old t-shirt. I carry the clothes over to him, then he suddenly grabs my hips pulling me into a kiss, swaying a bit on his feet.

“What if we try again tonight?” he asks lowly in my ear, catching me off guard, his energy now much different from his giggling self.

“I think maybe we should just get ready for bed,” I whisper back as he places small kisses down my neck, his strong hands pulling my body closer to his.

“That’s no fun,” he looks at me, frowning.

“Come on Ev. You’re drunk and I’m still sore from the other night. Let’s just get you in bed,” I smile, leading him to the mattress. He begrudgingly allows me to dress him before he lays down on our bed. Once he’s settled, I head to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I reach over the counter into the cabinet to grab a cup, I see the bag of the fancy pregnancy tests that Evan bought. I get my water and take a few sips while staring at the bag, contemplating whether I should use one. I shrug, taking one up to the bathroom with me so I can get ready for the night.

I set the box on the bathroom counter before taking off my makeup. As I walk to the toilet to use the bathroom, my eyes glance back over to the blue and white box.

‘You’re supposed to do it in the morning, it wouldn’t be accurate right now anyway,’  I think to myself as I pull up my dress, sitting down on the toilet, but in the same breath I think, ‘Evan bought like half a dozen, wasting one won’t hurt,’ I convince myself to hop up, reaching for the blue and white box, reading the directions quickly. I do as directed and allow the test to sit for two minutes. I turn away, brushing my teeth anxiously for the longest two minutes of my entire life. ‘I don’t know why I’m so worked up this time. I know it’s going to be negative,’ I think to myself as I put my tooth brush back in its holder. My heart drops to my stomach when I see the result of the test. I turn the other set of lights on in the bathroom so I can see it clearly. I blink my eyes as I hold the plastic closer to my face. I don’t believe my eyes.

‘pregnant’ is staring back at me in the small digital window of the pregnancy test. I smile, holding it to my pounding chest.

‘This could be a false positive. I’ll have to take another one in the morning,’ I rationalize in my head. ‘Should I tell Evan? If it’s a false, he’ll be crushed,’ I frown. As if Evan knows every time I’m thinking about him, he stumbles into the bathroom.

“Holy shit baby why do you have the LED’s on,” he hisses as he covers his eyes, trudging to the toilet in a drunken stupor. I stand still, just staring at the test in my hands, unsure of what to do. Evan yawns as relieves himself in the small room that the toilet is in.

“This could be false,” I start as I look at his backside. “But this test is positive,” I say quietly, unsure if he can hear me over the gallons he’s pissing. “Jesus, Evan,” I raise my eyebrows at how much he’s going.

“What?” he asks after a pause while turning his ear towards me, seemingly unsure if he heard me correctly. I wait for him to finish. Once he adjusts his pants and turns around, I take a deep breath before handing him the test.

“Now this could be false but-“ I begin as he tries to focus his tired, drunken gaze on the small letters on the test.

“Pregnant,” he reads aloud slowly. He looks up at me with wide eyes and a slack jaw before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Now like I said Ev, it could a false positive,” I remind him as I giggle against his chest.

“No way,” he looks at me with tears of joy streaming down his face. As soon as I see his tears, my own roll down my cheeks. He places a gentle hand on my stomach, using the other to wipe his eyes.

“How long until we can feel it kick?” he asks genuinely with pure joy glinting in his eyes. I giggle at his eagerness.

“It’s gotta grow legs first,” I snicker as he rests his forehead against mine. He laughs when he realizes how silly of a question that was before placing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“Lets get you to bed, Mama,” he picks me up, seemingly much more sober now, to carry me to our bed.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #ahs cult #ahs hotel #jimmy darling smut #kai anderson #kit walker smut #ahs asylum #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #warren lipka #warren lipka smut #peter maximoff smut #kai anderson smut #kit walker x reader #kyle spencer #tate langdon smut #tate langdon #james patrick march

[sunshine-theseus]

The Game That Changed Our Lives | Katrina Gorry x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: your sister retires but you found the girl. (I know how her final game went but I’m changing it because I can. again apologies it's not my best)

Warnings: nothing really but reader is like 26ish? So it’s like a 5 year age difference. And I’m gonna say Harper is like 4 not 2 for the sake of the timeline. Also please pretend there’s like at least a week between the 2 games.

Requested by - @liverpoolfan96

“Christiiine. You can’t make me! I refuse!” I try to pull my arm out of her grip as she drags me onto the field.

“You’ve been crushing on her since we played against them at the World Cup, you’re going to meet her.” Christine continues to drag me through the celebrations of our teammates, the British Columbia rain pelting down on us and the Australian players.

“Plus, after our final game in Vancouver, who knows when you’ll see her next. And I’m your older sister, I’m required to make you do things you don’t want to.” She abruptly stops in front of Steph Cately, who is talking to Caitlin Foord and Katrina Gorry.

Christine hugs her former Portland teammates before turning to Katrina, who now has her little girl resting on her hip. The group begins talking amongst themselves and I zone out, until an arm wraps around my shoulders and squeezes me.

“This is my little sister. I apologise you haven’t met her yet, she’s awfully shy, especially when she likes someone.” She pointedly comments toward Katrina. I shove my elbow into her ribs and glare up at her before turning toward the Australian girl. My face is flushed, and my palms are sweating as I make eye contact with Katrina, who smiles at me before picking up the little girls hand and makes her wave. It’s painfully adorable to watch.

“It’s nice to meet you…”

“Y/n” I smile at the shorter woman as I watch Christine, Steph and Caitlin slowly move away from us out of the corner of my eye.

I talk to her for a relatively long time, eventually finding myself sitting on the wet pitch, my feet touching Kat’s as Harper runs back and forth between us, occasionally actually holding the ball we’re throwing. But then we’re both called by our respective teams to get back to the locker rooms before going back to our hotels. We bid each other goodbye, exchanging numbers before I crouch down and hug Harper.

I spend the following days excessively texting Kat, or Mini as everyone endearingly seemed to call her. I also facetime them after dinners to talk to Harper, who apparently begs all day to see me. I tell everyone who will listen, about the beautiful Australian and her precious little girl who adores me. It doesn’t take more than 10 minutes for Christine, or whoever else it may be, to tell me to shut up most times. Except Jessie, who is either far too polite to say anything, or has her headphones on and therefore isn’t actually listening. In her times of need, she messages Janine, who comes to rescue her.

~~~~~

The day of our match in Vancouver at BC Place, temporarily renamed Christine Sinclair Place, I unintentionally go dead silent. It was naturally an emotional day for us all, but being the sister of the world’s top goal scorer who is finally retiring, having played with her all my life, and being there to see her hang up her boots? It had me tearing up every time I even looked at her.

I woke up that morning, turned over in bed, and saw her training bag sitting on the bed, and began crying. A similar incident happened at breakfast as I watched her walk the buffet line next to Schmidt. Ashley wasn’t sure how to comfort me and simply decided to pat me on the back.

By the time we pulled up to training, Kat had messaged me multiple times, and I hadn’t read a single one. I spent every moment by Christine’s side. I think most people were annoyed by lunch time, but I continued to cling to her arm as the bus pulled up to Christine Sinclair Place. And as we all changed into shirts with the number 12 on them for warm up. And as we changed into our kits, her for the very last time. I finally let go when we had to line up, her mere steps behind me as she waits to be announced.

I make eye contact with the Australian I had been accidentally ignoring all day, tears pricking behind my eyes. I give her a small smile, but she just turns back to her mascot.

We then all line up on the pitch, watching as past Canadian teammates come out and a farewell video plays on the big screen above us, Schmidty, Christine and our nieces standing in front of us all. I can’t help the tears that fall as Jessie hugs me as well as she can as we stand side by side.

Before we get into our positions to start the game, I rush to the sideline to meet Christine. Our pinkies link together, and we step over the white line with our right foot in sync. We turn toward each other, and as we raise our joint hands to kiss our thumbs, foreheads leaning against each other’s, the tears spill once more. Our hands drop to our sides once again and before I can say anything, Christine wraps her arms around me. Not a word is spoken as we hug, or as we part, or as she pats my back when we move to our positions.

I turn to look at the player I’m marking and come face to face with Kat. Her originally cold glare softens when she notices the drying tears on my cheeks and taps my leg as we wait for the whistle to start the game, a small attempt to try and comfort me.

~~~~~

In the 37th minute, the ball falls at my feet and I don’t hesitate on running forward, making a final pass to Christine for her to shoot, increasing her score from 190 to 191 goals. As the net ripples, I run and jump into her arms before she wraps an arm around my neck and ruffles my hair. The action had become our well known ‘sibling celebration’, and like hell I wasn’t going to experience one last time.

“We’re going to get you a goal too.” She laughs as we reset. I once again fall in my spot in front of Kat, who gives me the first smile of the night.

We’re awarded a corner in the 56th minute. Jessie sets it up and it falls to Christine, who manages to find me, and I manage to find a gap, and the goal. It’s a similar string of events, jumping into Christine’s arms before I wrap my own arm around her neck and mess with her hair. She gets subbed off 3 minutes later and I struggle to let her go as Schmidt comes on. A familiar pat on my leg as we watch her walk off is my only sense of comfort.

~~~~~

After the game ends, and many hugs and celebrations and lots of tears, the toes of my boots meet those of Kat, who has Harper hanging on her hip again.

“I’m sorry I ignored you all day. I didn’t realise how sad I’d be today, and I got so overwhelmed.” I wipe the remaining tears off my cheeks as I finally look into Kat’s eyes, the palladian blue seemingly brighter under the stadium lights.

“It’s okay, I just wished you said something. So we could’ve cheered you up.” Harper reaches out for me as I take Kat’s hand and I pick her up, spinning her around.

“Can I also admit I was nervous? That we were getting too close, and I’d just spill all my feelings to you. But after today I think I shouldn’t waste time fu- fluffing around.” The swear almost slips from my lips but Harper’s tug on my hair reminds me of who’s around.

“I wouldn’t have minded… if you’d let it slip.” Her hand slips into my spare one and we smile at one another as Christine and Hayley approach us.

Christine bends over, resting her hands on her knees, as she comes face to face with Harper.

“Hey chickee, how’d you like my final game.”

“It made mumma sad.” I turn to look at Kat questioningly.

“You were sad?”

“I mean yeah but no where near your level of sad.”

“No no! Not mum, mumma.” Harper’s finger pokes at my cheek and everyone seems to have a matching incredulous look on their face.

“Me?” the girl nods vigorously.

Kat opens her mouth to apologise but I kiss her cheek then Harper’s, and hand the little girl to Christine who wastes no time spinning her around and taking her to play with girls from either team.

“Can I kiss you?” I rush out as I turn to the older woman, her eyes sparkling. She nods and I place my hand on her cheek, leaning down to press our lips together.

“I know this is pretty quick, but will you be my girlfriend?” her warm breath hits my lips and all I can do is kiss her again.

~~~~~

“Come on Harper! Aunty Christine’s already there!” I yell down the hall, Kat rushing past me to pack the orange slices and bottles of water into the car.

The 7-year-old comes rushing out at the sound of her favourite aunt’s name, making a bee-line toward the car.

When we arrive at the field, Harper bounces on the balls of her feet, waiting for Kat and I to get out. Once we have everything, she grabs my hand and pulls me through the crowd to find Christine who is getting ready to ref the Under-10s finals.

“Christiiine! Can you help me tie my boots?” I look at Kat, who has just caught up to us.

“We may as well be invisible.” She chuckles and helps me set up our seats as Christine ties Harpers boots and sends her off to warm up.

“She’s going to be playing for The Matildas before you know it.” She says as she passes us.

“Heartbreaking it won’t be the Canadian team.” I retort. Katrina pulls my hand into her lap and rests her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you for helping raise her. Being her other mum.”

“I’d do anything for you two. Anything.” Kat hums and puts more body weight against me.

“You’re so pretty.” I whisper, pecking her nose.

“Not as pretty as you.”

~~~~~

“Katrina! You can’t look! It’s bad luck!” I yell through the door as Jessie helps me get into my dress.

“But I want to see you.” I can hear the pout in her voice, and it takes everything in me not to leave Jessie and rip open the door. It’s Harper who saves me from doing so. I hear her dragging her mum away as my niece ushers me over to put one last pin in my hair. The 15-year-old had some sort of magic for hair, and it was free.

It’s another 20 minutes before the bridesmaids line up, and an additional 5 until I slide into my place next to Christine, who opens her mouth to say something, but seems to choke up and begins to cry. All I do is smile and link our pinkies, and she walks me down the aisle.

As I stand next to Kat in front of our friends and family, holding her hands as she says her vows, I realise how lucky I am. Having these people in my life, meeting the love of my life and having the best daughter. I wouldn’t change a thing. And I say just that.

“When my sister dragged me back onto the pitch to meet you after her second last game, I was so embarrassed and adamant you’d hate me. For no reason. But when I looked into your eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes, I knew. And when Harper laughed as I blushed when Christine basically told everyone I had a crush on you, I knew I wanted her in my life forever too. I’m so grateful for having Christine and Jessie and the whole team. I’m grateful for my family. But I’ll never be as grateful for them as I am for having found you.” I smile a watery smile as Kat cries, and I can’t stop staring and thinking how beautiful she is. We exchange rings and I kiss her like it’s the only thing keeping everyone alive.

“I love you.”

~~~~~

I stand on the sidelines, looking down at my boots and the matching pair that stands firmly next to them. I then reach out my hand and link my pinkie with the girl next to me. Despite the different jerseys, we step over the white line with our right foot in sync. We turn toward each other, and we raise our joint hands to kiss our thumbs, foreheads leaning against each other’s. When I look into Harper’s eyes, I see Katrina’s, and when I think about this moment, my very last game, I think back to that game 13 years ago, saying goodbye to my sister on the pitch, and I smile.

“Good luck chickee.” I press a kiss to Harper’s forehead and take my position, marking the young Gorry.

When the game ends, I fall to my knees. People from both teams dogpile on top of me as we celebrate both the win and my final game. I spend a lot of time talking to everyone before I meet Katrina’s eyes, standing next to my big sister. I run forward and pull them both into a hug.

We eventually head back to the hotel. Kat and I fall back onto our bed, hearing the girls continue celebrating in the hallway.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispers against my neck, the warm breath sending chills down my spine.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.” I kiss her gently and pull her closer to me. We spend the rest of the night watching the games at Christine Sinclair Place. The game that got us to confess. The game that changed our lives.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #the matildas x reader #wwc 2023 #the matildas #canada wnt #canwnt #christine sinclair #katrina gorry #katrina gorry x reader

[radiance1]

Vlad Masters. Ceo of Vladco, survivor of Ecto-acne, first halfa to have ever come into existence and brilliant scientist.

Is currently lost.

He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before reopening them. He crouched down, before jumping up and over a nearby fence, determined to wander around in hopes of finding a solution to this perdicament.

Curse you, Jack Fenton. He didn't know how, but everything is always, undeniably that oaf's fault.

===

Billy Batson dashed into a nearby alley, urging his legs to keep moving despite the burning feeling in both his legs and chest that demanded he stop. His eyes quickly scanned the alleyway, looking for anywhere to hide, or a path to continue his escape, only for despair to consume his heart.

A dead end.

A loud bark came from behind him, and he turned, blood rushing in his ears as he backed away slowly. He slowly moved his hands forward in front of him, a weak, fearful smile on his face. "E-Easy there, doggies. We can, we can talk this out. Yea?"

The biggest of the three dogs currently chasing him stepped forward, and he stepped back. The dog was all skin and bones, so much so that its ribs were clearly on display, the two smaller dogs behind it weren't faring much better, and only looked to have just a bit more meat on their bones than the one in front. The dog growled lowly, taking another step forward, while Billy took another step back.

"Ok uh, just- just wait a second okay...?" Billy slowly reached a hand up to the strap of his old bag and lifting it from his back. He slowly unzipped it and reached inside, digging around while keeping his eyes straight on of the dog in front of him, his hand hit his desired object and he slowly pulled it from his bag, before throwing it in front of the dog.

The dog sniffed the object, before taking the pack of jerky and slowly walking backwards, eyes trained on the human in front. Billy felt like crying.

That was supposed to be my lunch and Dinner...

The dog threw the pack of jerky over its shoulder, and the two dogs behind didn't waste a moment before ripping open the packaging and chowing down on the jerky inside. With each and every chomp, Billy felt more and more like he would cry. From his position, he could see the amount being reduced down to the single digits under seconds, before the two dogs stopped eating, instead licking the crumbs from the packaging and then raising their heads to bark happily, causing Billy to almost smile.

Almost.

If he weren't lamenting over the fate of his lunch and dinner for the next few days being gone in under 10 seconds.

The dog in front barked again, taking another step forward and Billy flinched. "Oh, oh! Uh, I'm sorry but I don't have anything else. So, so uh." Billy take another step backwards, cold sweat running down his face as he felt his back hit the wall. "So how about you guys, you know, leave me alone now?" He squeaked out.

The biggest dog growled lowly before, with surprising speed, ran forward and sank its teeth into Billy's bag. "He- HEY! Wait!" Billy struggled to both pull the bag back into his arms and not cause it to tear at the same time.

Unfortunately, very difficult to do in this situation.

"How are you so strong!?" Billy nearly sobbed, he's losing to a dog! "I only have one of these you know!? So let go already!" Billy held onto his bag's straps for tear life, struggling to gain more ground in this tug of war, before the sound of leather starting to tear reached his ears.

"My bag!" Billy tug his feet into the ground, finally succeeding in gaining from ground when he readjusted his hold from the straps to the top of it, before the other two dogs joined in.

He thinks he's going to lose a bag.

"Meow."

All movement ceased. The sound of struggle being replaced by silence as both human and dog(s) looked for the source of the sound.

"Meow."

They looked up, and a singular (extremely fluffy) black cat with fully red eyes stared back. The two younger dogs whined, ears lowering as the biggest began to growl.

"Meow." The cat meowed for a third time, staring down the three dogs intensely. The smaller dogs instantly let go, and fearfully backed away while the biggest ears lowered, yet their teeth was still lodged into Billy's bag.

"Meow." It meowed once more, fixing the biggest dog with the full brunt of its stare, and paralyzing it from fear, before a few seconds later it let go of the bag and backed away, turning around and barking at the two smaller dogs as they ran away from alleyway.

Billy blinked, staring at the retreating backs of the dogs until he couldn't see them, in disbelief. He stared back up at the cat, who licked the back of its paw and raised it up to its head to groom its fur. Billy quickly stared at its neck, seeing the lack of a pet collar of any kind.

"Meow." The cat stared at him with one open eye, and Billy jolted. "Oh! Uh! Thank you!" Billy nodded his head in thankfulness, before staring at his bag. "Oh right. My bag."

Billy felt like crying. Staring down at the nearly broken bag covered with bite marks. Actually, scratch that.

So he started crying.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

[blueberrylixie]

gray thunder

rock band! jilix x fem! reader

word count: 10, 280 (yes this is a whole ass novel don't bully me)

content warnings: threesome, no m x m, soft dom!felix, soft, possessive jisung, pet names (sweetheart, love), they call reader slut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job (barely), double penetration (both holes lol), fingering, overstimulation, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!),

let me know if i missed anything in this one-shot bc i tend to miss stuff! if you want to skip to the smut, scroll to the white heart divider! but i promise the build-up is worth it ((;

You had never been more nervous than you were at this moment. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you were scared they might fly out of your mouth in the form of something more solid. You had been waiting for tonight for the past three months, ever since you and your best friends bought tickets to see your number one favorite band in the world.

Black Petal.

You took a deep breath, your fingers playing with the bottom of your black velvet miniskirt.

"Are we going to drink tonight?" One of your two best friends asked from her spot next to you.

You all had taken an Uber to the concert venue, which was about half an hour away from your shared apartment.

You rolled your eyes. "No, we're not babes. We want to remember this night for the rest of our lives! We can't be drunk for the entire thing."

Your other best friend, who sat to your right, nodded. "We definitely shouldn't be drinking. This is going to be the best night ever, I don't want the only thing I remember to be the toilets. Not like last week."

"That's so real," you agreed.

The car finally pulled up to the entrance of the venue and stopped. The kind driver opened both doors for the three of you, and you piled out and into the line, which had already started outside the door.

"I can't believe we got here four hours early, and the line is already this long!" One of your friends complained as you got behind the fifty or so people who were already waiting. "Should I beg some of them to let us go ahead? What else is my pretty face good for?"

"Maybe we could sit on the ground and wait? These heels hurt my feet so bad," Your other friend suggested hopefully.

"We should flash the security guards, maybe they'll let us in," you joked.

You and your friends claimed that you were each like thunder, lightning, and rain.

You were the thunder, loud and a natural leader. You liked to share your opinions, and didn't care what other people thought about them. You wore whatever the hell you liked, said what you wanted, and were known to flirt around with any man within your reach. Of course, you left your friends' guys alone, but everyone else was fair game. A few people might find you obnoxious and over-the-top, but what was the fun in being liked by everyone?

Your second friend was lightning. She wasn't nearly as loud, but her personality was bright, and she made herself known in her own way. She didn't like to be the center of attention, but she was the most loyal, supportive friend who would die for those she loved in an instant. She always got scared of your crazy plans, but went along with them without question. Everyone loved that girl. You swore she'd done the impossible in getting everyone on her side.

Your last friend was rain. She could be quiet sometimes, or loud and lively at others. She was the mom friend, telling you off after you had all gotten punished for your insane ideas. But you knew she always had a great time, even if she wouldn't admit it. Sometimes people found her to be a bit of a party pooper, but what no one knew was that she had the best sense of humor out of anyone you'd ever met.

Thunder, Lightning, and Rain. That was you and your friends.

Finally, the line started to move as people were let inside.

The three of you started jumping up and down. Or rather, you and Lightning jumped up and down while Rain sighed, humoring you. She still held your hands though, and a smile was hidden behind that stormy face.

You were all let in, and immediately raced towards the pit. There was no assigned seating for your ticket tier, and you had hoped to get as close to the stage as possible.

You found standing space almost at the front of the pit, mere feet from the stage. Only two other people stood in front of you.

"Holy shit, how did we get so lucky??" Lightning squealed, hopping around and clapping her hands together. Her hair, which was pulled in two ponytails on the side of her head, bounced up and down as she jumped.

"I hope they notice us," you said, staring at the stage. The fact that your favorite band, consisting of eight of the hottest men in the world, would be standing on that stage in the very near future, was mind-blowing to you.

"They'll notice the two of you screaming at the top of your lungs," Rain laughed. "Maybe they like the mysterious one though. That's what I keep telling myself, at least."

"Maybe they'll see me because I'm taller than you both!" Lightning exclaimed. "Even with sneakers, I'm still taller!"

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes, nudging your friend with a fake pout. "Everyone knows guys like short girls!"

"Yeah, we're closer to the ground, that's good for other things too," Rain smirked, and you gasped playfully.

"I didn't know you were so dirty-minded!" You teased.

"Yeah, ewe!" Lightning pretended to cover her ears.

"What?? We look hot, even I can admit that!" Rain insisted.

Along with your velvet mini-skirt, you wore a cropped glittery gold tank top, with a loose neckline that scooped so low you had initially been afraid of a nip-slip. That would probably make headlines. You wore black boots with three-inch heels, just in case there were tall people standing in front of you. Thankfully, they were each about your height, so you'd have the perfect view.

Lightning wore an entirely light blue ensemble, consisting of a gauzy dress that hit three inches above her knees, with matching light blue leg warmers and blue sneakers. She hated high heels, and boasted that she could afford to wear comfortable shoes because she always towered over everyone anyways. Her hair was tied with matching light blue ribbons. She looked like a leggy piece of cotton candy.

Rain wore a black silk slip dress with lace along the bottom and top, and four-inch stilettos that you had no idea how she could walk in without face planting. She always wore some sort of heel, because she insisted she could watch the two of you better from a higher vantage point, even though it was just a couple of inches. Her hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head, making her look even taller. Still, she was shorter than Lightning.

"We do look so hot," you said decisively, running a hand through your hair, which was in a half up, half down style.

"There's no way they won't notice us, huh?" Rain's eyes gleamed with excitement. As calm as she usually was, you knew how crazy she could be when it came to Black Petal.

"They're just so amazing, aren't they?" Lightning sighed, closing her eyes as if she was imagining them in front of you right now.

"I can't believe they're actually going to be here," you agreed as you stared up at the stage. They had to be coming any minute now, right?

Suddenly, the lights dimmed so low it was practically pitch black, and music started playing.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, covering your mouth with one hand and grabbing onto Lightning with the other. Rain gripped your forearm so tight you thought it was going to fall off.

Then, the lights flashed back on, and all eight members of Black Petal were standing on stage, looking so hot you almost sobbed.

To the right of the stage was Changbin, the drummer, his hair mussed like he'd already been head-banging for the past hour. His arms were fully exposed in a leather vest, showing off those dizzyingly huge muscles that made your mouth water. In front of him stood Hyunjin, the rhythm guitarist. He wore a black Celine tank top that draped his lean-muscular frame perfectly. He licked his full, perfect lips as he grinned out at the crowd, like he knew he was hot.

In the middle stood the two vocalists, Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin donned a black suit jacket without a tie. Half of it was unbuttoned, giving just a hint of his entirely bare chest. Seungmin wore a short-sleeved black blazer with a fitted white tee underneath, highlighting his built stomach, with his shaggy brown hair draping over his forehead perfectly.

To the other side stood Minho, the second bassist, with Christopher, the keyboardist and lyricist for all their songs, behind him. Minho had black jeans that showed off his amazing thighs, and a matching black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing veins and hotness all over the place. Christopher looked drool-worthy in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, a black baseball cap over his messy hair as he stood behind his instrument, those perfectly large hands ready to play.

Jisung, the lead guitarist, and Felix, the first bassist, stood a few feet away from Minho. Jisung, who stood next to Felix, with his curly brown hair so long it almost covered his eyes, looked stunning in a suit, with a tie loose around his neck. Felix wore a black tank top and a loose-fitting fishnet long sleeve that still showed off his perfect arms and collarbone. His blond hair, which graced the nape of his neck, showed off his perfect skin even more, and you thought you fell in love right then and there.

They all looked fucking incredible.

"Hello Seoul!" Seungmin yelled, from his spot at the front of the stage.

The three of you screamed so loud, you knew your voice would be gone by the end of the night.

"We're Black Petal, and we're so excited to be here performing for you tonight! We've got some really special songs lined up, and we hope you enjoy them! Now who's ready to rock??" Seungmin looked around the stadium, which was completely sold out.

The entire room shook with the yells and screams from each and every person.

"I don't think they sound very excited, do you Seungmin?" Jeongin grinned at his bandmate, and they both shook their heads.

"We wanna hear you louder, Seoul!" Jeongin shouted, and the stadium boomed again with the crazed cries of their fans.

"Hell yeah!" Seungmin smirked at the crowd, and your heart stuttered at the sight. Damn that man and his famous smirks.

The band started off with one of their most well-known songs, and you, Lightning, and Rain squealed like little girls. You started jumping and singing along to the music, just the same as everyone else.

But you barely noticed those around you as you gazed up at the eight men on stage. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, entranced you. They were hot, and they knew it.

Jeongin and Seungmin came closer to the crowd, taking their microphones off the stands and singing right up next to the crowd, on your side of the stage. Holy shit, were your idols really standing a few feet in front of you??

Seungmin's chocolate brown eyes reflected off the hot stage lights, his blazer all the way open and his white t-shirt practically glued to his chest from sweat. Normally, you found sweat disgusting, but you just wanted to pull him closer and-

"Holy shit, he's looking at me!" Rain covered her mouth in a silent scream as she stared at the other vocalist, whose jacket was so loose it was practically all the way open. She was usually so calm, it was crazy seeing her so worked up.

Jeongin grinned down at the crowd, and it really felt like he was looking right at you guys. Maybe he was.

Before you could react, he was reaching down, that perfect hand of his inches away. He grabbed Rain's hand, pulling her so close to the edge of the stage that she had to stand on tiptoes to keep contact. Her cheeks were so red you thought she might burst a blood vessel as she stared up at Jeongin, who kept singing with that perfect voice of his, all the while staring at her like she was the only girl in the room.

"Holy shit she's living her main character moment!" Lightning gaped at her friend, twisting one of her ponytails around her finger over and over again. "Ugh, I'm so jealous!"

Before she could complain anymore, Seungmin, who stood next to Jeongin, winked down at her, and she instantly silenced, her mouth agape as she waved her free hand at him. He just chuckled and walked back to the center of the stage.

Jeongin, who had finally let go of Rain's hand, much to her chagrin, followed his friend. They put their arms around each other's shoulders as they finished out the first song.

"Holy crap girl, what the fuck????" You screamed at Rain, grabbing the hand Jeongin had held. "How was it?? What did it feel like??"

"I think I blacked out!" she gasped, staring down at her hand in awe. "Was that real?? This is a dream, this has to be a dream!"

"Seungmin stared right at me, I swear he did!" Lightning giggled, eyes following the second youngest band member like he was a juicy piece of meat. "He's sooo hot, and those eyes!"

You sighed inwardly. You were so glad your friends were getting so much attention from the band. Of course they were, they were gorgeous! But you couldn't help feeling a little left out. Did the guys not see you standing there too? You knew you were a catch. If your friends were getting noticed in this crowd of thousands, was it really that crazy to hope they might notice you too?

The second song started, and this time the bassists and guitarists came out front. Minho and Hyunjin stood next to each other, with Jisung and Felix on your side.

They started off with a crazy guitar riff from Jisung, which had all the girls practically melting down when he finished, his hair hanging in front of his face, a tired yet elated grin on his face. Felix followed with a funky bass riff that had everyone's jaw on the floor. When the full song started, the rest of the guys joined in force, their instruments a part of them as they played.

But even though you were supposed to be paying attention to all of them equally - and you did love all of them - you couldn't keep your eyes off a certain curly haired brunette and blond-haired bass player.

And somehow, they seemed to sense your heated gaze. Both of them looked up in unison, and your eyes met theirs. As if in synch, they both grinned at you, before approaching the crowd, just as Seungmin and Jeongin had.

But this time, both of their gazes were fixed entirely on you, like you were the prey and they the predator. Your entire mouth dried up like someone had forced you to eat a bunch of cotton balls.

You tried to swallow and bring some moisture back, but with two of the hottest men you'd ever witnessed just staring at you, it didn't work.

"Hey beautiful," Felix whispered, that deep voice instantly sending shivers down your back and heat to your center. He wasn't miced up, so no one could hear what he was saying. Your friends stared at you, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

"What's your name?" Jisung chimed in, running a hand through that perfect hair of his. His voice was softer than Felix's low one, but it still sent your heart thumping, your brain going fuzzy.

You could barely get your name out over the screaming of the crowd. With both of them so damn close, everyone was freaking out.

But out of all the people there that night, Felix and Jisung were talking to you. They were asking you what your name was.

You might be going crazy, but... from the way they were staring at you, to Felix's Adam's apple bobbing and Jisung's arms flexing, were they interested in you?

Jisung repeated your name, the word sweet like syrup rolling off his tongue. You understood what Rain said now. This felt like a dream. None of this was real. You were going to wake up in bed absolutely devastated in the next couple minutes.

Felix motioned for you to come closer, and you accidentally shoved the girl in front of you out of the way so you could stand next to them

"S-sorry!" You exclaimed, but you weren't really paying attention. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Minho and Hyunjin were carrying the bass and guitar while their members were distracted. They kept looking over at Felix and Jisung, a little confused about what they were doing, but they didn't try to stop them. They probably thought they were just interacting with fans, a usual occurrence at their concerts.

But there was nothing usual about this. At least not for you. You hoped they didn't flirt with all of their fans.

Felix leaned in so close to you, his lips brushed the curve of your ear, one of his hands coming down to caress your cheek. You visibly shuddered, and you could feel his mouth turn up in a pleased grin.

"Meet us backstage after the show, won't you Love?"

You couldn't say anything, your brain going completely blank as you tried to process his words. After a moment, you found it in you to just nod in agreement.

"Good," Felix stepped back, giving Jisung a conspiratorial nod, before turning back towards the stage and continuing to play, as if he'd never stopped.

Jisung waved at you with a cheeky grin before following Felix back to his spot.

You stared after them, unable to even sing along despite this being one of your favorite songs.

Was this really happening? Did the Lee Felix and Han Jisung just ask you to meet them after the show? Or so you assumed, based off the "we" Felix used when he invited you.

You weren't stupid. You knew what they wanted.

"What did they want??" Lightning gasped from next to you, grabbing your wrist so tight you thought the circulation might cut off. "They were whispering in your ear!!"

"The way he touched your face was so hot," Rain gushed.

"He wants to meet up with me after the concert," you said breathlessly.

"Oh my gosh????" Lightning squeaked. "Can we come with?? Maybe some of the other guys want to meet us too!!"

"Both you and Jisung?" Rain covered her mouth. "That's so hot."

"I know, I'm kinda freaking out right now," you said in as calm a voice as you could muster.

"Did you say yes?" Lightning breathed. "Please say you said yes."

"Who do you think I am? Of course I said yes!" you laughed in what you hoped was a cool-girl laugh.

But holy shit.

This was something you had, admittedly, fantasized about. After all, who didn't think about sleeping with any of the members from Black Petal? They had all gone viral not just for their looks, but their insane talent as well. They were known as the best rock band in Korea. Anyone would die to be in your position right now.

But they wanted to sleep with you. You sure as hell weren't going to turn down that offer.

The rest of the concert went by in a haze. You enjoyed every second of it. Every song, all the funny banter they had between each other. You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around with your friends. You watched as some of the other members came over, notably Minho and Hyunjin, who also seemed to take an interest in your friends. They grinned at you with an almost knowing look on their face, like you were off-limits or something. You couldn't quite tell what they were thinking, but you didn't mind too much.

Because you still couldn't take your eyes off of Jisung and Felix.

The two stayed next to each other for most of the concert, which was a nice excuse to get to stare at them both the whole time. You could see Changbin and his perfect arms as he played the drums. Christopher with his big, calloused hands on the keyboard.

But really, you were just watching Felix and Jisung, who now stood in front of them. You weren't sure if you were imagining it, but it felt like they looked your way a lot more than they looked at everyone else. Every time your eyes met, your cheeks heated up. Their gazes were hot and heavy, like they were communicating their desire to you without words. But you didn't look away. Even with these literal celebrities, you knew when a man was into you. You were known to enjoy the attention of as many of them as possible, and they were no different.

Quite the opposite, in fact. It was somehow a million times hotter to have caught the attention of two of the biggest celebrities in the country. Men who women flocked to.

Now, even just for a night, they were yours.

The show ended with a bang.

"Thank you so much, everyone! This was Black Petal!" Seungmin called. The entire group waved goodbye, the crowd yelling and cheering, before the curtain closed, and they were gone.

People started filing out of the concert hall, but for a few minutes, you couldn't move. Had that all really just happened? Were you about to go out there and meet the band? Specifically Felix and Jisung?

"C'mon, let's go!" Rain nudged your arm, and you started from the contact.

"You're gonna take us with you to meet the band, right?" Lightning giggled, playing with her hair again. "I can't believe they actually talked to us! And want to meet us!"

You nodded, linking arms with each of them before making your way slowly through the crowd, and towards the stage. They wanted you to meet them back there, right? You just hoped it wasn't all a big joke, and security wasn't ready to tackle you when you showed up.

But apparently, the band must have told everyone that you were coming. Security just nodded at you as you headed backstage, as if they knew you personally. Their manager, a short woman maybe ten years older than you, stood outside their dressing room door.

"Hi!" You said as confidently as you could muster. "I'm-"

"I know, please come in," the woman nodded to all three of you before unlocking the door and letting you inside.

The room was surprisingly spacious for being wedged backstage. It was at least twice the size of your apartment, which you had to admit, wasn't large to begin with. The lights were headsplittingly bright, so much so that you had to squint. Two tables sat by the door, with a dozen or so chairs around each one. Another table was filled with snacks and drinks, and three half-full pizza boxes. There was a couch in the middle of the room, which looked surprisingly comfortable. A few managers paced around the room, talking on their walkie talkies to people outside.

Then you saw them.

All eight men were halfway done changing, and they were wandering around in lounge pants, no shirts to be seen. While they looked exhausted, they were comfortable being only half clothed. Holy hell. You could barely keep yourself from raking your eyes down each of their bodies.

Let's be real, you failed, miserably.

Jisung was the first to notice you. When he turned around, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand, his handsome face lit up like fairy lights. His eyes turned to half-moon crescents, his smile bright and excited.

"Hey, you made it!" He motioned you over, and you had no choice but to obey. It was like an invisible force was pulling you towards him.

Felix noticed the two of you almost instantly. He finished his slice of pizza, licking his pointer finger in an almost pornographic manner before approaching you, a sly grin on his face.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, his clean hand coming to rest on the small of your back. Your eyes widened, but you didn't say anything, nor did you move out of his grasp. You didn't want to react so openly in front of his band mates, or even your friends, who knew basically everything about your sex life.

"What did you want with me?" You asked, trying your best to keep any sign of nervousness out of your voice. You sounded a lot more confident than you felt. How could you be, when two of the men you were literally obsessed about literally stood right in front of you?

Felix raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Jisung, then back again. "I don't know much about you yet, Sweetheart, but I didn't take you for an idiot."

Heat flamed up your face, and you crossed your arms. "I could just leave, if you're gonna be mean. I get enough dick as it is without yours in the mix."

Felix let out a hoarse laugh, taking a sip from his water bottle. His eyes now glowed with a newfound interest.

Jisung instantly reached out and grabbed your wrist, shaking his head as he brought you even closer to him. You could smell a hint of his cologne, which smelled like woodsy pine, mixed with his sweat. Heat emanated off his bare skin like an open fire. And you were the moth, drawn to it.

"Don't leave, Love," he said softly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. "Lix is just messing around, aren't you Lix?"

The blond-haired male shrugged and nodded, the hint of a grin still playing on his lips.

"I kid Sweetheart, I kid. We just want you so badly, we were impatient. That's all."

The hand that had once rested on your back replaced itself again, squeezing lightly.

"So, tell us about yourself," Felix's hand moved to your side and started rubbing, an inviting smile replacing that crafty look he'd donned a few seconds ago.

You paused, unsure of what to say. Why would these men, who were literal superstars, want to learn about you?

But you stopped your self doubt before it could go any further. They had gone great lengths to invite you and your friends here. If they were asking, you had to assume they were actually interested.

Besides, you were an interesting person, weren't you? You had an exciting life. Friends. Money. A good job. Who wouldn't want to get to know you?

"I work as a divorce lawyer here in Seoul," you said proudly, feeling more comfortable as you started talking about things you knew. "I graduated with my law degree last year, and I was hired straight out of an internship at the law firm. Those are my two best friends over there, and we go out together all the time. You guys are our favorite band, we love you so much," you couldn't help but gush, cheeks heating at the words.

"We love to hear it," Felix purred, leading you over to the cushy leather couch, which was still vacant. His hand immediately came to rest on your left thigh. Jisung claimed your right one, his head resting on your shoulder as you continued to speak.

"Outside of work, I go out clubbing, I love dancing. I love animals, and I volunteer at the animal shelter on the weekend," the words spilled out of you, as if you had known these men for a lot longer than a short thirty minutes.

"We saw you dancing to our music," Jisung grinned, his lips ghosting the nape of your neck. "It was pretty hot."

"We couldn't keep our eyes off you, Sweetheart," Felix nodded, his hand squeezing your leg.

"I-I couldn't stop looking at you guys either," you stammered against your will, but both men seemed to delight in your nerves.

"You ready to get out of here, Love?" Jisung asked, sliding his hand into your hair now, fingers dancing across your neck.

"Where are we going?" You asked, confused. Were they really just asking you to find somewhere to fuck them? Smooth.

"Our hotel, of course," Felix's lips slid down your neck, dusting kisses all the way down to your chest, and up again.

Your breath stuttered as you tried to get your bearings. You rubbed your thighs together as covertly as you could, wetness already pooling in your panties, but judging by their satisfied smirks, they both noticed. "I-what about my friends?" Was all you were able to choke out.

Felix glanced over at them. "I think they'll be okay. They're in good hands."

You watched the rest of the group out of the corner of your eye. Rain was chatting with Jeongin, who had shown her a great amount of interest during the show. Christopher had appeared at her other side, offering her a slice of pizza, as if you three hadn't just eaten before the show. Changbin watched them with an interested expression as he drank from his water bottle, those biceps flexing as he leaned against the table next to him.

Lighting was being cornered by the three remaining men. Despite being almost the same height, she looked small next to Minho, who had his arm propped up against the wall. He looked like he was interrogating her, based on the way her eyes widened further and further the more he spoke. Seungmin was watching them, an amused expression playing across his lips, while Hyunjin had his back up against the wall on her other side, his face barely a few inches away from her face.

They certainly looked like they would be fine without you. You could afford to leave them for the night. It wasn't like they weren't used to it. You all had sex lives.

You just had one more question. You weren't sure if it would make this whole situation even more awkward, but you had to ask.

"And... I would be leaving with the two of you?"

Both men looked at each other, similar smiles painted across their uniquely handsome faces.

"We're a package deal, Love," Jisung was the one to answer. His voice was calm, innocent even, as the two men stood up and started to put shirts on.

But you saw that hungry glint burn both of their eyes.

You knew you were in for a crazy night.

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The short Uber right over to their hotel was torture. You could barely walk to the car you were so aroused, and when you finally got in, sandwiched between both of them, they refused to keep their hands off you.

It was pure heaven, if heaven was simultaneously physically painful. Jisung, being the possessive man that you were learning he was, had pulled you so close you were basically sitting on his lap, his hands roaming all over your back and ass, his lips leaving kisses against the outside of your tank top, not caring if he left wet marks. Felix had slid over next to you, sucking harshly on your neck as he slid your already short skirt up so high it was bunched around your waist, soaked panties exposed.

"Fuck, you're already so wet and we haven't even done anything," Felix snickered, his fingers ghosting over your pantie-clad core.

You shook beneath his stare, trying to move your hips against his curious hand. But he denied you, moving away right as you tried to satisfy your hunger.

"Be patient, Sweetheart," he slid his hand under your chin, bringing his face so close to yours, you could smell the mint gum he was chewing. Those dark eyes bored into yours, his alight with desire. You bit your lip and he groaned, pulling away and running a hand down his face.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned as he sat back in his seat.

"It's only a few more minutes," Jisung encouraged you as he continued pawing at the front of your shirt. You slid a hand into his curly hair, your eyes closed as you pulled your lower lip into your mouth.

You could be patient. Because something told you it would be worth the wait.

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The three of you could barely make it inside the heavy wood door of their hotel room. Jisung had fumbled with the key, trying to get it to scan, for much longer than normal, before shoving the door open and dragging you to the couch, which sat in the middle of the soft white carpet.

The lamp in the living room automatically turned on, bathing the three of you in soft orange light.

The room was uncharacteristically large, with the bed situated in the corner, a tv a few yards in front of it. The entire place was the definition of lavish.

However, you scarcely had time to study the place, before Jisung, always impatient, pushed you onto the couch and straddled your hips, coming to hover mere inches above you before placing harsh kisses all across your neck, along your shoulders, your chest.

"I-I can't wait," he breathed against your skin, his fingers tracing your collarbones like they were masterpieces, his mouth coming to land on yours in a bruising kiss.

You immediately reciprocated, kissing back with equal reverence, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. He obliged, making soft, almost desperate whining noises as you explored him. He tasted of strawberries and desire, and you moaned against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"Have you forgotten about me already, Sweetheart?"

Felix, who had taken his time removing his shoes and fixing his hair, approached you, a disdainful look on that gorgeous face of his.

You had never thought Felix would be sadistic, or mean in any way, or any situation. In fact, he, along with Jisung, were known for being the sweet, nice ones of the group. The reality - at least in bed - was so far from that, it sent shivers down your spine. What else would surprise you tonight?

"No, of course not Lix," you cleared your throat, trying to keep the thudding of your heart in check. "How could anyone forget you?"

Jisung grinned at his friend apologetically. "We just got carried away, Lix. She's all yours," he glanced at you, that same glint appearing in his eyes again, "for now, at least."

You reluctantly unwrapped your legs from his waist, your core already pulsing with need. You just needed one of them - ideally both, but you'd take whatever you could get - to satisfy your needs.

"There's my pretty girl," Felix grinned wickedly down at you, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, his freckles barely visible in the dim hotel light. "I think we've done enough waiting now, haven't we?"

You found yourself nodding furiously, your hands reaching out to beckon him closer. He followed, approaching you like a starved animal.

When he got close enough, he gripped your waist with such force you let out a squeak of surprise. His lips smashed against yours with even more strength than Jisung's as one of his hands wandered up your shirt and ripped it off, leaving it a mangled tangle of threads as he threw it onto the ground. You were left in your lacy black bra, your nipples fully exposed to the chilly air. They instantly turned to stiff peaks, as they brushed against the front of Felix's plain white t-shirt.

You whined at the sensation, clawing at his back, desperate for more contact. You continued to kiss him back fervently, moaning needily into his mouth over and over again.

His teeth came out to bite your bottom lip and suck on it in an almost caring manner, taking the time to explore every crevice of your mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging as if you wanted him to let go, when you wanted anything but.

"Ji, Ji, please touch me," you gasped, breaking the kiss with Felix to look up at the other man, who was sitting and watching you in a chair a few feet away. "I-I need you both."

Felix smirked down at you. "One man isn't enough, is it?"

"You're more than enough Lix," you assured him, and he closed his eyes, his entire body shuddering at your words. "But I want you both, if you're offering yourselves."

"We are," Jisung said instantly, coming to your side, pulling the cups of your bra aside and latching onto your left nipple. He started sucking and licking like his life depended on it, as Felix started moving down the length of your body to your core, which was still pulsing with desire.

"Please Lix," you begged, although you weren't sure for what, your hand still in his hair as he gazed up at you, eyes so blown out they were entirely black.

Felix pulled your skirt off, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. He gazed at you appreciatively, licking his lips once before tugging them clean off, throwing them into a pile along with your ruined top.

He spread your legs, gazing upon your soaked cunt with a smug grin on his face. If you weren't so turned on, you would have kicked him.

"Please Lix, I'll keep whining until you touch me," you breathed, using your hold on his hair to push him closer to your aching center.

"Since you've been such a good girl, Sweetheart," he murmured, before diving in.

His mouth encased your entire pussy, licking and sucking, emitting the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard. His tongue worked in and out of your cunt, one of his hands coming up to massage your sensitive clit at the same time.

You gasped, rocking your hips up to meet his mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.

Jisung switched to your other nipple, and you pulled him up for a long, passionate kiss. His hands continued to massage your breasts as Felix added a second finger, pumping them both in and out of your cunt, which was so wet it was dripping onto the couch.

"F-fuck Lix, please don't stop!" You panted, voice muffled by Jisung's full lips against yours. "Feels so fucking good."

Felix chuckled against your core, and you shook at the sensation. His tongue fucked you in and out in rhythm with his fingers as he simultaneously sucked hard on your clit, making you see stars.

"Please, Lix, I'm close!" You moaned, gazing up at Jisung pleadingly, your mouth half-parted as he watched you with such intense desire you knew you were finished.

"You wanna cum, Love?" Jisung whispered, stroking your hair as he pinched each of your nipples. "You're being such a good girl for us, just cum in Lix's mouth, yeah?"

You nodded, your eyes unable to leave Jisung's face as he reached down to touch your core as well, rubbing your clit at the same time as Felix fingered you.

And that was the end for you.

"O-oh shit!" You cried, hands gripping the edges of the couch as you tumbled over the edge, your vision going white as you came so hard, your body lifted off the couch, and you collapsed back down in front of Felix, gasping and shaking as you stared at both men in front of you.

He continued to lick and suck on your drenched cunt, lapping up every drop of release that came out of you, until you started whimpering with overstimulation. He finally let go, licking his lips and sliding back up your body to press his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but it just turned you on further.

"Now Jisung is gonna make you feel really good, Sweetheart," Felix murmured against your mouth, breaking the kiss to slide both of his fingers, which were coated with your release, into your mouth.

You whimpered in response, watching as Jisung removed his pants and positioned himself at the entrance to your cunt, which was still fluttering with pleasure from your first - and best - orgasm.

You sucked on Felix's fingers, wrenching a moan from the man, as you watched in awe as Jisung stroked his cock once, twice, before rubbing his length up and down the entrance of your soaked cunt, groaning as the lewd sounds filled his ears and wetness began to envelop him. He was completely hard and very long, a bit on the skinny side, but so pretty. Your mouth watered, tempted to lick the bead of precum slipping across the tip.

"Please Ji, inside," you implored, gazing down at him with wide eyes.

Jisung groaned, unable to resist you. "You sure you're ready, Love?" He said, his voice low with barely-tethered control.

You nodded silently, and Jisung reared his hips back, before slipping the tip of his cock, which was positively throbbing with bridled desire, inside your cunt.

"More," you gasped, your body instantly tightening around him as he struggled to push himself further in.

Felix stood next to you, his cock uncomfortably hard in his sweatpants, creating an obvious tent right by your face. It brushed the side of your cheek, and you turned, reaching out and tugging his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. Just from the outline of him, you could tell he was huge.

"Do you need help there, Lix?" You asked in the most sultry tone you could muster, batting your eyelids up at him.

At the same time, Jisung bottomed out inside you, letting out a guttural moan as he did so, your cunt tightening around him so he could barely breathe.

"Fuck, Love," he growled, his eyes squeezed shut. He began thrusting in and out of you in quick, shaky jerks, unable to control his movements.

Felix smirked and nodded, tugging his boxers off and kicking them to the side. His cock, heavy with arousal, sprung free, and you instantly reached out, grabbing hold of the base.

He was certainly thicker than Jisung, maybe an inch shorter. The tip of his cock was angry with arousal, precum already smeared across his length. You licked your lips, eager to please.

Felix hissed an oath through his teeth, his eyes barely slits as he gazed down at you. Your body rocked back and forth from the power of Jisung's thrusts as he held your waist, fucking into you with messy shoves of his hips.

"Fuck yeah, just like that baby," Felix praised you, and your cunt tighened at his words. Jisung whimpered at the added pressure, his hips stuttering for a moment as he got his bearings.

You suck your tongue out and kitten-licked Felix's cock, tasting the salty warmth of precum spread throughput your mouth.

"Don't fucking tease me, Sweetheart," Felix spat, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you onto his length without warning.

Your eyes widened as you immediately gagged on him. He was thicker than you'd expected, and longer too. His tip hit the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes, but you refused to give up. You started bobbing your head up and down, sucking with just the right pressure, taking him fully until your nose hit the small patch of hair against his pelvis. You breathed in the musky smell of him, a sexy, ocean scent you were now addicted to. You pulled him out of your mouth, swirling your tongue along his tip and over the prominent vein along the side of his length. He groaned through gritted teeth, throwing his head back and thrusting himself against the back of your throat again and again, his hand still gripping your hair.

Jisung removed his hands from your hips, his fingers going to play with your clit, rubbing your already-sensitive nerves as he bullied himself deeper inside of you. He hit that spongy part deep inside of you, and you let out a tortured gasp, your cunt fluttering around him as his fingers moved faster, eagerly chasing your release. Your hips bucked up to meet his, and he almost came on the spot.

You started whimpering so loudly, your entire body shaking so hard, Jisung knew you were close. He continued to slam his cock against that perfect spot, the squelching sounds of your cunt driving him crazy p, until you squirmed underneath him, your entire body seizing up, moaning around Felix's sensitive cock, until you finished around him, all garbled whines and moans. 

Jisung knew he couldn't last much longer. The sensation of your tight pussy getting impossibly tighter as you came sent him over the edge.

"Fuck Love, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna cum inside you," he bit out, pushing the sweaty hair from his eyes as his hips continued to stutter forward, your hips still moving against him, milking him till the end.

"Please cum inside me," you whimpered softly, your voice almost unintelligible around Felix's girth.

Felix groaned, laughing as he thrust himself into your wet mouth. He grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open further. He closed his eyes, letting out a choked grunt, before finishing down your throat. He tapped his cock on the outside of your mouth a few times, before saying, "Fuck dude, I guess you got no choice now. She's begging for it."

You opened your mouth to show both men you'd swallowed all of his warm, salty cum. Felix pressed his lips against yours, Jisung's cock getting impossibly harder. What kind of other-worldly being were you?

Jisung all but snarled, his body falling on top yours as he started to hammer into you, all sense of control forgotten. You begging for him to cum inside you, swallowing Felix's cum like the obedient slut you were, had undone him. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Shit, shit, shit, you know what you're doing don't you you little slut," he panted, the words almost foreign on his lips as his hips turning to sloppy jerks, as he pounded in and out of your wet heat a few more times, before emptying his cum deep inside you.

You moaned loudly. Now that Felix had finished, you were able to fully express your pleasure as you bucked your hips up against him, wrapping your legs around him once more. Your throat was deliciously sore, your mouth still covered with Felix's cum, but you found it that much hotter.

"Fuck Ji," you hiccuped, teary eyes landing on the man as he gently slid out of your cum-stained pussy, collapsing on top of you. Letting go of Felix, you pulled Jisung close to you, pressing your lips against his, your hands going to his strong, sweaty chest, fingers roaming all over his body, continuing to explore him. He moved against you, not caring that you tasted of Felix's cum. In fact, he found it extremely sexy. His cock, which was exhausted from his eagerness to please you, had already begun to get hard again. Were you that irresistible? Of course you were.

"Wanna switch places?" Felix grinned in satisfaction, his perfect white teeth glinting in the orange light of the hotel lamps. "It's about time I had a turn in this gorgeous pussy."

Your cunt clenched at his words. You'd felt how big he was in your mouth. You could only imagine how big he'd be inside of you.

Jisung smirked, glancing from you to Felix. "Can I have a turn in her other hole?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but Felix shrugged before you could say anything. "That is our thing, isn't it?"

You glared at both of them, hurt coursing through you. "You do this with all your fans? That's really flattering. Maybe I should just leave you to it, I'm sure you'll find someone-"

Felix stopped your fighting words with a passionate kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip as you melted into his touch.

"No one is better than you, Sweetheart," he cooed, kissing down your neck before biting on a soft vein. You whined, but didn't move.

"You better be telling the truth," you grumbled, but you had already folded. You would give these men anything they asked for.

Jisung took the opportunity while Felix was sucking on your neck like a vampire to slot his mouth against yours. He was a lot less smooth with his movements than Felix, clearly just as needy as you were.

"Mm, Ji, you taste so good," you murmured against him, one of your hands moving to each man's hair.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at your words. "I need you again, Love," he sighed dreamily, his hand going down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you so sloppily, drool ran down your chin.

Felix kissed down your stomach, along your hips, ghosting against your bare pussy, and sucking your inner thighs, leaving bruises all the way.

"You ready to be on top, Sweetheart?" He smiled wolfishly at you, his mocha eyes glinting with seduction.

"It'll give me space in the back," Jisung added to comfort you, running a hand through your hair before you had time to protest. You shut your mouth, nodding obediently. Felix glanced at Jisung, impressed by his convincing skills.

Felix was about to give in anyways and flip you over onto your back, when you decided it was time to take charge instead. You weren't a dominant woman in bed, persay, but you loved the look of surprised desire in a man's eyes when you made the move on them. Seeing as Felix was clearly used to taking control in the bedroom, you wanted to shock him a little.

So you sat up on the couch, gripped his muscular shoulders, and pushed him into the couch. His eyes widened with pleased astonishment as he let himself be shoved down, his head hitting the soft material beneath him as you hovered over him. Just that look alone caused your cunt to clench around nothing, a quiet moan escaping your kiss-swollen lips.

You straddled his waist, lining his thick cock up with your aching center, before impaling yourself on all eight inches of him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

You let out a guttural moan, throwing your head back as Felix grunted underneath you, his hips immediately thrusting up to meet yours, pounding into you at a bruising pace.

You whimpered as his cock hit your g-spot over and over again. You reached behind you, seeking pleasure from the other man in the room. He was spreading lube onto his cock, prepping himself for what was sure to be a tight squeeze.

"Ji, please, kiss me," you gasped, bouncing yourself up and down on Felix's cock.

"Fuck yes, baby," Felix grunted, breaths coming hard and fast as he was already coming undone. "You think you can take control, huh? I'll let you have your fun for now, then you'll see."

Jisung wrapped his arms around the back of your waist and pressed his lips to your impatient ones. Your body was twisted around so you could kiss him, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he continued stroking his cock. The squelching sounds from Felix fucking into your pussy mixed with the sounds of the lube on his dick was like a symphony, and your entire body shuddered from the pure hotness of it all.

Jisung slid a finger against your hole, and you moaned, your head falling against his shoulder as you broke the kiss.

"Please, be careful," you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you tried to stay present for both men, everything threatening to overwhelm you. "I-I've never done this before."

"Fuck, she's never been fucked in the ass before," Felix cock hardened impossibly more inside of you, and you squeaked in pleasure, your hips rising and falling with such intense need you didn't know what to do with it all.

"I'm honored to be your first then," Jisung murmured, nipping your earlobe before sliding a finger inside of you.

"O-oh shit," your breaths came in short, quick bursts as you tried to accommodate the foreign sensation. It wasn't painful, yet, just uncomfortable.

"Just getting you ready for me," Jisung murmured against you, kissing your jawbone as he spoke. "Don't want to hurt you."

Jisung wasn't quite as thick as Felix, but he was longer. Still, you weren't sure if he was going to fit in such a small hole.

He added a second finger, gently scissoring them in and out. You squirmed against him, gasping when a searing pain zipped through you, down your spine.

"You're doing amazing for us, Love," Jisung praised, holding your waist steady with his free hand.

"I think she's ready, Jisung ," Felix hissed beneath you, his movements becoming progressively sloppier, his brain going foggy as he became drunk on your perfect cunt. "I'm gonna bust way too fucking fast in this tight pussy, and I want both of us to be inside her before I do."

You whined, turning your body back around so you faced Felix again. You weren't sure if you would be able to watch as Jisung entered you. It was all so overwhelming, but you loved it at the same time.

Jisung's long cock prodded against your hole, and you shook against him, gripping Felix's lean, veiny arms. You had drooled over those arms for years, and now you were able to hold them, kiss them. You leaned down so your chests pressed together, your sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. You nestled yourself against his neck, breathing heavily as you fucked yourself up and down on his cock, equal parts excited and terrified for what was to come.

"You're being the perfect little slut for us, aren't you Sweetheart?" Felix's deep voice was hoarse with lust as his cock hammered in and out of you, sweat slipping between your two bodies. "You were practically begging for us to fuck you in both holes, weren't you? You wanted this."

Despite his harsh words, he lifted your chin up before mashing your lips together. His eyes were closed as he licked your bottom lip, an extremely vulnerable moment despite what was happening.

Jisung gently pressed the tip of his cock into you, and the tightness nearly took his breath away. Gasping from the unexpected pleasure, he gripped your waist as he slowly eased himself in.

"O-oh, Ji please, slower," you breathed, your eyes, which had been blissfully shut moments before, were now wide open, gazing down at Felix with a mix of pleasure and pain, excitement and fear.

Felix ran his hands along your spine reassuringly, pressing his lips against your arms, which were now propped against his chest.

"You're doing so well for us, Sweetheart," he purred, his other hand brushing the hair back from your shoulder. "You're making Jisung feel so good, he might cum early."

"Not true," Jisung growled through gritted teeth. He was trying to go slow for you, he really was. But the tight heat of your body just did something to him, something no other woman had done to him before. You were addicting. You were his.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, letting your body get accustomed to the sensation of two people inside of you at the same time. It hurt like hell, to be honest, but it was also somehow liberating, knowing you could give pleasure to two men like this.

"You can move again," you finally murmured, glancing back at the man behind you and nodding. You wanted to make him feel good. And you wanted to know if it could make you feel good too.

Jisung kept moving, watching you every second to make sure you weren't in too much pain. Slowly, he bottomed out inside of you.

You collapsed back on top of Felix, who hadn't moved once since Jisung started entering you from behind. He didn't want to overstimulate you. He found himself wanting to put your needs before his own. That was new for him.

Jisung sat there for a moment, a silent question hanging, asking if you were okay for him to move.

"P-please move," you finally got out, the intense sensations of Felix's thick cock and Jisung's long one causing both holes to clamp down on each of them. "I-I think I'm ready."

Felix didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid into your hair as he began thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling you close so he could gaze into your eyes. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had already fallen for you. He didn't want you to be with anyone else. You were his. His and Jisung's.

Jisung, with one final glance to check in on you, began moving in time with Felix's thrusts. When Felix moved in, Jisung moved out. The two of them had shared multiple women in the past, so they fell into an easy, practiced rhythm. But this time, it felt different, to both of them. Jisung could feel his heart physically ache in his chest as he gazed down at you, sweat shining off your back, your hair a mess, as you pressed kiss after kiss against Felix's neck, tortured moans spilling from your lips like a prayer.

"Please, faster," you sobbed, tears staining Felix's skin as both men had their way with you. The pain you once felt had opened up to reveal a new kind of pleasure, one you had never felt before. The sounds of both cocks thrusting in and out of you caused you to whimper, your body wracking with shudders against them.

Felix reached down between your legs, his thrusts not slowing, as he rubbed harsh circles against your aching clit, and you were undone. He touched just the right spot over and over, You whimpered his name over and over again, your hips stuttering forward, out of your control.

"I-I'm going to cum, Lix," you panted, bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster, chasing your orgasm. You threw your head back as you tumbled over the edge, your hips bucking against him, your whole body quaking as you came down from your high.

He growled against you, his fingers dipping into your cunt before licking the arousal off of them. His hips pounded harder into you, his eyes lighting with the fire you knew meant he was close. You let him pound into you, your orgasm rising to crescendo again, his cock pressing so deep against your cervix you could feel him in your stomach. You pressed a hand against him, and he groaned loudly, his hips stuttering with pleasure. You watched in fascination as his perfect, toned abs flexed, and without warning, he emptied himself deep inside of you.

Jisung watched in fascination as the two of you came together, and his hips instantly sped up. He had tried to hold off until you came, and now that you had, he let himself free, using you however he liked.

You turned around, lasering him at him with a coquettish stare. Those entrancing eyes drew him closer to you, his hips snapping forward of their own accord as he kept eye contact. You whimpered, biting your lip and gazing at him pleadingly. He thrusted as hard as he could, his eyes screwed up, his fingers pressing so tight against you, they were sure to leave bruises on your hips.

"Fuck me Ji, harder," you begged, staring at him with those doll-eyes, your hole sucking him in further.

"L-love-" he choked out, managing a few more sloppy thrusts before releasing inside of you. He stayed inside your warm, tight body before pulling out and tugging you on top of him, completely spent.

Felix grunted as you toppled over to lay on Jisung's chest, the two men moving to sandwich you in an embrace. Despite the couch being small, you didn't mind these two lean men squeezed right next to you. Jisung, who spooned you from behind, pressed his warm lips against your neck over and over again, sending tingles down your spine. You shivered, giggling softly, nuzzling him with your nose in response. Felix, who had turned to face you from his position in front, held your waist, pulling your face close as he kissed your lips over and over, like he couldn't get enough.

"I bet you entice all the ladies with these moves, don't you?" You tried to smile at your joke, but it felt forced. You couldn't imagine what it looked like to them.

"We don't do this for anyone else," Felix said simply, tracing circles against your soft skin. "We always kick them out after."

"Right after," Jisung agreed.

"We wouldn't want to give them the wrong idea, ya know?" Felix kissed the side of your mouth, winking at you.

"Next time, I want to be in your mouth," Jisung broke in, play-pouting as he breathed in the floral scent of your hair.

You hid a smile, just shrugging your shoulders carelessly. "Will you be able to last in my mouth, Ji?" You smirked as he frowned, pretending to be hurt as Felix chuckled lowly at your words.

But inside, you were grinning like a fool.

There would be a next time.

laska's note —

wow, this was SO long and i half apologize, half don't for that. i got a bit carried away hehe. this is a late happy birthday gift to jilix so wish our men a happy birthday!

part of the story was set up, so i gave you a marker for where the smut starts! this one shot is going to be a series, with lightning and rain getting their fun too! so definitely keep an eye out for that. please leave as many comments as you'd like, i love to read them! again tysm for your support on these, they're great fun for me! love you all <33

#felix x female reader #lee felix #lee yongbok #jisung x reader #felix smau #skz felix #skz jisung #felix x reader #skz smut #stray kids #stray kids smut #jisung smau #han jisung #han smut #felix smut #skz stay #skz imagines #skz x reader #skz female oc #skz oneshots #skz

[foreverbloodmoon]

Chariot Rides | Clarisse x Cabin 10 Girlie

Summary : When during the chariot rides and the magic border around Camp Half-blood is gone, crazy birds attack.

Warnings : pain, blood, crying, insecure thoughts and sayings

Notes : I have not slept all night, it’s currently 6AM and I’m halfway through Sea Of Monsters so this’ll be short. This could be a pt 2 to the other Clarisse scenario.

The chariots raced at top speed, each one targeting another. For being “Aphrodite’s girl’s” they were doing well, in a secure third place so far. Everybody assumed cabin 10 were just lazy, doing their makeup and hair, but they also trained, usually just earlier than any cabin would wake up at.

Ares’ was right ahead of the Aphrodite chariot with Athena following closely just behind. There was barely any space between said chariots and while cabin 10’s chariot was decked out in pink paint and white lace, it still held many weapons the opposite of its design.

As Lilani tossed her hand knives to jam the wheels of the Hermes’ chariot, causing the cart to stop despite their horses great attempts.

The birds in the trees called and cawed, as if an alarm. The birds in the trees—making a god awful radar-like noise—had gotten even louder, distracting all the chariots from attacking.

“What the…” Lilani said before the birds swooped down at everyone, pecking their beaks and chirping noise into their ears. The birds didn’t bother attack anyone on the chariots despite the speed at which they were all racing at.

The birds pecked at Lilani’s skin, picking small cuts and punctures into her once perfect complexion. She cried out in pain as the driver of her chariot crashed into a guard wall along the course, sending them flying out the car and crashing to the floor.

A pain shot up her arm, not one too bad but enough to throw you off guard. Barren, bloodthirsty birds still carved red streaks into her skin, making the girl try and get up to run away, only to fall a couple feet later.

She could feel as the razor sharp beak drag around her face, etching a long red, bleeding line across her eyebrows and down her eye.

Ares’ chariot had a net above it, protection from the killer birds but when Clarisse heard Lilani screaming, she faltered for a second, allowing Athena to pass by into first. Annabeth stuck out her tongue at Clarisse for a moment. “Stymphalian birds!” Annabeth yelled from her chariot.

“They’ll strip everyone down to bone if we don’t drive them away!” She yelled at Percy, who—by the looks of it, was trying to calm down Tyson his cyclops brother. “Tyson, we’re turning around!” Percy yelled, grabbing the reigns from Tyson’s hands.

When Clarisse realized what that meant, she frantically looked around, desperate to find Lilani before it was too late.

“Going the wrong way?” Tyson frowned. “I’m sorry.” He dipped his head down, one eye with a tear on each side.

The Poseidon and Athena chariots ran off the tracks, towards the stands where Annabeth yellled “Hero’s to arms!” But no one could hear her.

The Ares’ chariot stopped long ago, losing the victory they would've had. Lilani was still trying to get up and to safety but always fell after around 10 feet. “Lili!” Clarisse called, trying to look through the mayhem and birds swarming her for her lover.

“Clarisse!” The screaming girl cried out, finally being able to stand up without falling back down like a domino. Her arms flailed around as she tried to push the birds away from her.

Lilani ran as fast as she could from the birds and to anywhere safe, the water, the cabins, anywhere. The cabins were the closest so, she ran as fast as she could until she was in the cabin and shut the door behind herself.

Before she even realized how much pain she was in, she looked for the closest mirror and into her reflection. What she looked into wasn't herself anymore, it was a girl who was cut, bleeding, and bruised and-

"Ugly..." She whispered, fingers delicately dragging along her own face, outlining every imperfection that was once perfect.

The cabin 10 door opened slowly while Clarisse popped her head in. "Lili?" She asked softly, stepping into the cabin and nearly letting out a gasp at the sight of her holding a mirror, crying and whispering "I'm ugly again."

"Lili..." Clarrise--as gently as she could--placed her and on Lilani's shoulder, careful not to hurt any unseen injuries. The girl jumped at the touch only to realize it was only Clarisse. But Clarisse was the last person she wanted to see.

"Mom's gonna be so mad at me." Lilani cried into Clarisse's shoulder as she wrapped her arms around her. Not knowing what to do, Clarisse just combed her fingers through her lover's hair--which was now tinted red from blood.

"I'm gonna go grab a washcloth okay?"

Lilani hummed in response.

-

Clarisse had tried as carefully as she could to clean Lilani's wounds, not wanting her to be in any more pain but there was only so much she could do. "The cuts aren't deep at all, they should heal well with scars."

"Scars..." Lilani's head dipped down. She hated scars, she thought they made you ugly. "I'm gonna be ugly again. All the other girls will laugh-" "You aren't ugly. I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen." Clarisse smiled.

"Really?" The (h/c) girl blushed. "Of course."

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 26

Hello, and we have got to the end of the massive arc that culminated the last four chapters.

I also wrote this part before 24 and 25 because I couldn't figure out how to write Eddie having a hard time on tour, but the aftermath flowed from my fingers.

Also as a reminder this story is finished, I'm just posting on a regular schedule. This story is the longest fanfic I've ever written. Topping out at 58165 it's definitely longer than 50K fic I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year (Sandman, never finished or published.)

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24 Pt 25

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“You’ve been sitting on that sofa for an entire week,” Wayne growled. “Steve has called three times, your bandmates at least a dozen times each. Hell, boy Miranda has been calling concerned. So want to tell me what’s fucking got you so twisted?”

“I was given a choice out there on the road,” Eddie said, twisting his rings around his fingers. “Stay in Indy and play small time gigs for the rest of my adult life or go to LA and get an album and the chance at super stardom.”

Wayne sat down next him. “Sounds like a big decision to make.”

Eddie leapt to his feet. “That’s the problem. That’s what makes me so angry how fucking easy the choice is.”

Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your plate again, boy. Start talking.”

Eddie started pacing back and forth. “As much as I loved playing for so many people, I didn’t like that I could only connect with a handful of them and not even the good kind.” He rubbed his chin angrily. “I didn’t like how tired we all were. It was set up, sound check, play, break down and move on to the next fucking town. And that wasn’t including all the parties, interviews, and all that other shit.”

“That does sound exhausting, Ed.”

“I didn’t like how easy it was for them to tell me to drop Gareth as drummer just because he had trouble adjusting to the increased volume. The price of fame they said. Like it was so simple to throw away almost two decades of friendship for the sake of adoring crowds and hearing our music on the radio.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Wayne said softly. “They didn’t...”

“Oh they absolutely did,” Eddie raged. “I didn’t like how they thought that because me and Steve’s relationship was new that I would be able to find someone better. Someone who liked metal, someone who would be down for the ride.”

Wayne furrowed his brow. “That doesn’t sound like good advice.”

Eddie grabbed his hair pulled at it frustration. “The last straw was when they offered to let their tattooist to finish my back tattoo, because while my artist was good, theirs was better.”

He stopped abruptly and turned to face Wayne. “I picked Steve to do my tattoo on my back because he was the only one I trusted to make it meaningful. To understand the symbolism of making something of yourself when everyone is rooting against you. I made the decision before I fell in love with him and now that we’re a couple– and for them to just dismiss him like that? It made me so angry.”

“So what’s the problem? What’s got you so twisted around the bend?”

Eddie took a deep breath and let it out slow. “I’m fucking furious because I always thought that when fame and fortune came knocking I would throw open that door and march right through it. But now? Given the choice? I’m slamming the door in its face and walking away.”

Hot tears ran down his face. “And I don’t know why.”

He dropped to his knees and began to sob.

Wayne stood up and put his arms around his nephew’s shoulders, gently pulling him to his chest.

“Did that band you were traveling with say that?” he whispered into Eddie’s curls. “Because if they did, I swear to god I will burn every record and CD you have of theirs. Don’t think I won’t. I’ll delete them off your phone too.”

Eddie chuckled weakly. “No, no. They were kind. It was everyone else we met. Agents, managers, roadies, groupies, the people around Metallica every day.”

Wayne nodded.

“I was just constantly bombarded with hateful messages and the constant running at one hundred percent...” he whimpered. “I don’t want to do it.”

“Have you told your band that?” Wayne asked.

Eddie shook his head. “I don’t dare to. I was the one that was gung ho about the touring and everything. How do I tell them I don’t want to leave the comfort of Indianapolis and home?”

“Kinda like that,” Jeff said from the doorway. His arms were crossed and he was leaning against the frame. Peaking around him was Miranda with a concerned look on her face.

Eddie scrambled to his feet and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m sorry I’ve been a brat.”

Jeff took three giant steps forward and hugged him fiercely. “You’re not being a brat. You’re scared and trying to figure it all out on your own, but you don’t have to, okay? We’ve all been worried sick about you. But Steve especially. I’ll call all the boys down for a chat and you call Steve, okay?”

Eddie nodded.

He dialed the number he knew by heart.

“Baby?” he asked, unsure of the reaction he was going to get. He deserved to be yelled at. Cursed at. Broken up with. He’d hurt Steve the most with this little temper tantrum he’d been having.

“Eds?” Steve breathed. “Sunshine, are you okay? Wayne said you hadn’t been eating well or sleeping much. Say the word and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

Eddie’s lip began to quiver and tears spilled out of his eyes. “I need you. More than anything.”

“I’m on my way,” Steve said fiercely.

Eddie looked over at Jeff.

“Tell Steve Brian will swing by and pick him up.”

Eddie nodded and relayed the message back to Steve.

“I’ll be at my apartment,” Steve said. “I’ll have Robin arrange my schedule, don’t you worry about thing, baby.”

“Mm’k.”

“I love you, Eds.”

Eddie closed his eyes and breathed in the warmth of that simple phrase. “Love you, too, pretty boy. Come quick.”

“I promise.”

*

Steve piled into Brian’s car. It was the newest, having bought it right before they got picked up by Metallica. He had finally saved up enough money to replace his beater.

Gareth and Gethin in the backseat. Gethin had come up to Indy to watch his twin’s apartment while he was gone and just ended up staying. He was currently looking for a job so that he could move in with Gareth full time.

At least that what they said on the trip down. The twins and Brian were intent on filling the air with talk and Steve let them. He let them fill him in on the tour and everything that had been going on since they’d left.

Steve couldn’t be for certain, but it sounded like that touring hadn’t been fun for anyone. Even after a week of rest, he could still make out the circles under their eyes and how hunched over they were with just sheer exhaustion.

A feeling Steve felt all too well.

Gethin was pressed against his twin’s side and was rubbing his neck soothingly.

Steve looked at Brian.

His face was set, hard and unflinching. He was going to make the drive to Hawkins as fast as he could and still avoid the cops.

Steve was grateful Brian was driving because he didn’t think he would have made the distinction to avoid breaking the law. He would have gunned it and flipped off any cop that tried to catch him.

After awhile, Steve was getting the oddest feeling that Brian was used to speeding down this stretch of highway because there were points where he would slow down for a few miles and then speed right back up.

Soon enough they were pulling up to Wayne’s trailer and piling out the car.

*

Eddie sat on the sofa with Jeff and Miranda on either side of him, just hugging him.

Wayne was busying himself in the kitchen, getting ready to feed the hoard that was about to descend on his home.

The door opened up and Brian, Gareth, and Gethin all stumbled through the entryway. Eddie was on his feet in an instant, Jeff and Miranda not far behind.

And then the trio at the door parted and there stood Steve. Looking just as tired and worn as Eddie felt.

“Stevie?” Eddie asked, taking a step toward him uncertainly.

Steve threw open his arms and Eddie ran straight into them. They wrapped their arms around each other and just sobbed.

“I’m here, Eds,” Steve murmured into Eddie’s neck. “I’m here. I love you so much.”

Eddie lifted his head and kissed him hard. “I love you, too. I regret leaving you behind, sweetheart. It nearly killed me. Every song I wrote was about you. About missing you. I don’t even want to leave you ever again, I can’t.”

The silence that followed that statement was deafening.

Steve led Eddie back over to couch and sat them both down. “Tell us everything, babe.”

And so Eddie did. He told them everything. Everything he had told Wayne, everything that had been weighing on his mind since they started touring. It all just came out in a flood.

They all listened patiently.

“Why didn’t you tell us you felt like that while we were on the road?” Gareth asked. “I knew what they were saying about me, but I also knew you guys wouldn’t drop me. If you had me about that I would have been able to reassure you that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Eddie flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t know how to bring it up, it was so vile, man.”

Jeff gave his hand a squeeze. “Well, I think that you did a bang up job telling us now and that’s what really matters.”

“Someone offered to ship me out to LA and record an album,” Eddie finally admitted. “Not the band, just me. I told him that I wouldn’t go without you guys and he laughed in my face. Told me to cut the dead weight and be a star.” He dragged his hands over his face.

“But there were other offers. Good ones. Ones that included the band, well most of it, anyway. Always under the proviso that Gareth be replaced either on tour or all together. They didn’t want to make any accommodations for him even though there is a drummer with one god damn arm!”

“So the options are,” Brian said, “stay in Indy doing what we’ve been doing, only better because of the money we got for doing this tour. Go to LA without Gareth. Go to LA with Gareth but only as a studio musician and take some person we don’t know on tour with us. Does that sound about right?”

Just then Gareth’s phone went off. He looked at it with a frown. It wasn’t a number recognized so he let it go to voicemail. He pulled it up after the notification popped up.

He listened to message with wide eyes. “Hey guys, I think we have another option.” And he played the message so everyone could hear.

“Hey, Mr Hughes,” the tinny voice said through the speaker. “This is Murray Bauman, I’m music producer, we spoke in Las Vegas. I think I have the perfect deal for you boys. You were telling me that touring was really hard on you and that if there was an option you wouldn’t do that. I know you weren’t speaking for all your band, but I could tell that they would do anything for you, all four of you being such good friends.

“So the reason for this call is that I own a small music company in Bloomington and boy do I have a deal for you all. You would make a record through us, we would sell and distribute the record, keeping a portion of the sales, of course. But you wouldn’t have to tour. You have a steady gig as I understand it. If your fans want to see you play, they’ll know where to find you.

“But give me a call, we’ll hash out the details. My phone number is 555-555-2080...” and then message beeped, signaling the end of the voicemail.

Eddie looked down at the phone and then back up at Gareth. “Oh.”

Gareth grinned. “We don’t even have to take his offer, but I vote we listen to it. Brian can bring Cecil.”

Brian nodded. “He’s only got a semester left of law school, but I’ll have him brush up on his contract law to be on the safe side.”

Jeff raised his hand. “All in favor of hearing Mr Bauman out raise your hand?”

Eddie, Brian, and Gareth’s hands shot up.

“Sounds good,” Jeff said. “You call him back and set it up and if it doesn’t work out we can vote again.”

Brian shook his head. “Nah. I think if it doesn’t work, we stick to Nightmare Holes. We took a swing at it and if it’s a miss then we tried. I thought I wanted the touring and everything that came with stardom, but like Eddie I learned I wanted the romanticized version of it. I’ll be happy playing in front of our friends for the rest of our lives.”

The rest of the band nodded.

Soon everyone getting up to go back to Indy, but Steve stayed behind, he would go back up with Eddie in the morning. They had things to discuss that went deeper then the band.

****

Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

I told you I would fix it.

Also a little BTS, the reason in my head for why things went wrong on tour but immediately righted itself when Eddie and Steve met up again? Steve still has Eddie's lucky pick. ;)

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Ked Photos

A Sonic Unbreakable Bond Fic

Tails goes through Sonic’s phone and is embarrassed to find millions of photos of him.

—————

Skyblue8: Hi

Kit: Hi Tails : )

It was just another lazy day at the Hedgehog/Prower residence. Sonic had just gotten home from a week-long adventure, and Tails, as usual, wouldn't leave his brother's side after being away from him so long.

And that's how the two found themselves scrawled over on either side of the couch together. Sonic flipped the page of his book as Tails stretched out some more, resting his feet in his brother's lap and his head on the arm of the couch.

He yawned as he tapped on his Miles Electric some more, a mischievous grin on his face.

Skyblue8: wyd?

Kit: nothin' u?

Skyblue8: hanging with dork older brother

Skyblue8: don't tell him, but I'm the one who sent Amy flowers in his name

Kit: lol

He ignored his feet moving as Sonic shuffled around underneath him.

Kit: nice

Skyblue8: you wanna sneak out tonight and toilet paper houses?????

Skyblue8: my brother sleeps like a hog. he won't notice

Kit: IDK...

Skyblue8: I'll let you fly the tornado

Kit: :O deal

Kit: Meet you at 10

"You know I can see your messages, right?" Tails' dinner plate wide eyes snapped to Sonic, who had put down his book and was now holding his phone, scrolling down at a familiar chat log.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A month ago, Sonic had hired some other tech wiz (Tails sure as hell wouldn't have done it) to install parental controls in the Miles Electric after what happened last time. Tails shuddered, remembering how mad Sonic had been over what happened last time. And now his brother could, among other things, see all of his chat logs.

He had meant to make something that could bypass it. He had meant to make some code between him and his friends. Sonic wouldn't think anything of it that way when they communicated their plans. But he hadn't. And now he was in deep shit.

"Uhh," He wracked his brain for an excuse. What good was having an I.Q. Of three hundred if he can't come up with a good excuse at the top of his head. "We were joking?"

Sonic held out his paw, "Come on, ked. Give it." Tails groaned and handed him the Miles Electric.

"What am I supposed to do nowwww?" He whined, huffing and crossing his arms.

"Well," Sonic put a paw to his chin as if thinking. "You could watch TV- Oh wait, you're grounded from that too." Tails stuck his tongue out at him and shuffled his feet in his brother's lap.

"You're such a pain."

"Yeah, I know," Sonic replied nonchalantly, grabbing his book from the coffee table.

"Whatever, Imma take a nap."Tails turned so that his muzzle was in the crook of the couch, blocking out the light from the living room. He felt Sonic gently push his feet down from where they had lifted to his chest.

He felt Sonic gently petting his tail as his mind drifted away into slumber.

—————

Tails woke up to the sprinkling of the shower echoing from the bathroom in the hall. He turned; face pressed against the couch cushion with a groan, disappointed to find the lap his feet had been laying on to be gone, replaced by a warm spot.

He got up and crawled over to the other side of the couch, curling his body around the circle of warmth. Grumbling when he felt cold glass pressed against his side.

Getting up to glare at the perpetrator that interrupted his precious slumber, the familiar sight of Sonic’s deep blue phone greeting him.

The mischievous grin Sonic was always wary of crept over Tails’ muzzle. He turned the phone on, no lock screen, figures. Smiled at the Home Screen of him, Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles hanging out under a palm tree.

He tapped into messages and onto Knuckles’ contact. His eyes scroll through the previous messages, nothing but sending each other coordinates and the occasional message from Sonic checking in on him. Tails rolled his eyes, board then his grin widened when he tapped on the keyboard.

Sonic: Hi Knux

Sonic: I have a confession. I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you.

Sonic: wanna go out sometime?

Some dots appeared as Knuckles started typing, Tails was lucky enough to contact him during his downtime when he would be checking his phone.

Knux: wtf

Knux: have you been possessed?

Sonic: no just really wanna date you <3

Some more dots appeared and then disappeared. He deleted the evidence and blocked Knuckles so Sonic wouldn't figure out what’s happening until it’s too late. Tails chuckled to himself. That was sure to get Rogue knocking down their door later.

Next was Shadow. Tails couldn’t figure out what to text him so he opened up the gallery, expecting to find some sort of embarrassing photo to send him. He's sure the dark hedgehog would appreciate that, might even make him smile for once.

But when he looked through the photos, he found something completely different. A familiar yellow-orange kit with white-tipped tails filled the screen, eyes shut, a blanket draped over him, paws wrapped around the orange fox plush Amy had gotten him for Christmas. The one he only ever slept with when he was sure Sonic was away or in deep sleep to hide from the embarrassment.

Tails gasped at the betrayal. His own brother. Took an embarrassing photo of him while he was unconscious and helpless.

He rolled his eyes and swiped to the next one. This time Tails was scrawled over his desk, head in his arms and tails wrapped around him like a blanket.

Another swipe. This time Tails was in Sonic’s lap, curled up with his muzzle in his brother’s chest.

Another swipe. He’s in bed again with the blanket knocked onto the floor, he’s sleeping with his mouth just barely open, tongue out slightly. Blepping is what it’s called. Something he'd only seen pictures of cats on the internet do. It took all his willpower not to delete this particular photo.

Another swipe. He’s stretched on a checkered picnic blanket on the beach. A beige arm coming out from behind him, two fingers above his head making bunny ears, pink quills barely visible on the edge of the photo. Amy too? The betrayal! The audacity! The outrage!

Huh, Amy was right, he was picking up Sonic's dramatic flair.

He kept swiping right. Almost the entire gallery was just pictures of him sleeping, his fur got browner the further back he went. A few of him awake looking mildly annoyed which he vaguely remembered, more of him blepping, and even fewer of just the two of them or all of his friends together hanging out.

He scrolled until he couldn’t scroll anymore. The last/first picture is a dirty fur-matted kit sleeping in an oversized sleeping bag. It was four years old. God, you’d think Sonic would upgrade his phone after four years.

Just as he was about to set the phone down, the bathroom door slammed open. Sonic came out, shaking the water out of his fur, walking over to the living room whistling.

“At least the ked’s getting some actual rest right now. God knows he needs it the way he overworks himself.” He grumbled as he scrolled over to the couch, eyes widening at the very awake fox who had his phone in his paw.

“Is that my phone?”

“Nooo.”

He put his paw out, “Give it.” There was that authoritative voice again, commanding his poor little brother to his every whim.

Tails grumbled and handed it over, then crossed his arms. “Why is your gallery full of pictures of me sleeping?”

Sonic’s ears perked up alarmed, “Ummmm…”

“Why huh? Is this a blackmail scheme? Because I’ll let you know I have way worse things on you- “

“What? No! I take them because I think it’s cute." Then he got nervous, "Wait what do you have on me- "

“Kinda creepy Sonic.” Tails scolded, ignoring the previous question.

“Don’t tell me what’s creepy Mr. send our mutual friend flowers in my name.”

“Hey, I'm just saying," He teased, "I don’t take photos of you sleeping.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“How?” Oh, he was going to have fun listening to this explanation.

Sonic grumbled something under his breath that Tails barely caught, “What was that?” He turned his ear towards him.

“ ‘Cause you’re my ked.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re my ked, Tails.”

“I’m your brother, not your child.”

“Sure, but I’m also kind of your only parental figure.”

“Am not!”

“Tails, I literally grounded you a few hours ago.” Tails grumbled. Wait, a few hours? How long had he been asleep?

Then Sonic moved his paw to scratch that special spot underneath Tails’ ear making him reflexively move his foot to scratch himself.

“Hey!” He reached over to move Sonic’s paw, who just chuckled. “I’ve known you since you were four. I practically raised you.”

“Yeah, but you were eleven.”

“And if I’d been any older, I’d tell people I was your dad.”

The kit’s eyes softened, “You would?” Someone actually cared enough to want to be his parent? He guessed if that someone would be anyone, I’d be Sonic. Still, it was surprising.

Sonic wrapped his arm around his brother and lifted him up to his chest. “Sure would.” Then he blew raspberries into the kit’s forehead like he used to when the kid was even younger. Tails screeched, giggling, kicking at Sonic until he dropped him back on the couch.

The kit smoothed down his fur and then looked at Sonic, an idea forming in his head. “…Do you want me to help you put these on a cloud?”

“Sure, ked.” He ruffled Tails’ head, ignoring the look the kit gave him since he just fixed his fur.

Then Sonic squinted his eyes and tapped his foot as Tails realized he was thinking about something. “Wait a second…did you do anything else with my phone?”

“Noooo.” Tails said innocently, clutching his paws behind his back with his fingers crossed. His older brother sighed, giving up. “Guess I’ll find out later.”

“Mhhmm.” He looked away, ears folding back guilty as thought about how mad Knuckles and Rogue were going to be. How confused Sonic was going to be. His brother seemed to notice as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“I am so putting a Lock Screen on my phone.”

“We both know I’d hack that in less than a minute.”

“True, true.” Sonic laced down on the couch, dropping his back over Tails as the kit scrambled to get out from underneath him. “Hey!”

Tails huffed, “Can I have my Miles Electric now?”

“Fine. But no chatting, especially with Kit.” Tails rolled his eyes, Sonic never liked the fennec for some weird reason. Maybe because he'd tried to kill them? But then again, a lot of their friends have tried in the past.

“Deal.” He said, fully intending to anyway. Then the kit flew up to the high shelf where he knew Sonic had hidden everything he had taken away from his brother. He grabbed his device and sat himself back on the couch. Wedging himself between the cushions and Sonic, laying halfway on his brother’s chest. His heartbeat resting against his right ear.

He felt his brother wrap an arm around him before the room was full of loud sleeping noises. Tails could swear Sonic did it on purpose, only snoring at home just to annoy him.

He scrolled through his device and tapped onto Fall Guys, fully intending to play it until he drifted off to sleep as he had been doing lately when a thought popped into his head. He’d installed a camera on the Miles Electric months ago thinking he might need it on a mission, he never had but this was the perfect chance to put it to use.

He slowly sat up and pointed it at his sleeping older brother. Turning off the flash before snapping a photo. It was only fair after all.

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Omg could you possibly write about Wally finding Dick and his S/O on tiktok and showing it to the other members of the team?

Simping Hours

Dick Grayson x plus size reader

The Titans find Dick’s TikTok and are both intrigued and disgusted.

Warnings: fluff, Dick is a goddamn simp, swearing

WC: 822

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It was surprising that they hadn’t found it earlier, especially considering the sheer amount of surveillance technology in the Titans Tower alone. And as soon as Dick walked into the main meeting room and was met with 10 pairs of eyes, each in various stages of grief except for Wally who looked like he was about to combust with laughter, Dick knew that they knew.

“I will field one minute for questions.” He stated simply, placing his tablet at the end of the conference table and bracing his hands on the glass. The room exploded into a fit of questions but Wally was most definitely the loudest.

“How in the ever loving fuck, did she convince the great Nightwing, leader of the Teen Titans, Batman’s legacy, and the first Robin to make a TikTok page where he pretends to fawn over her?” 

“Pretend to fawn over my very lovely, super sexy, kindest in the world, most incredible girlfriend ever?” Dick was deeply offended on your behalf, especially since the page was his idea in the first place.

——————

Like the start of most Saturdays, Dick was laying on top of you, half of his face squished into your, as he put it, ‘absolutely voluptuous’ chest, as he scrolled through TikTok. Having been trapped under him, you watched him watch videos, a very entertaining pastime. Your fingers carded through his silky hair, still damp from his morning shower.

Haley was on your left side, cold snout pressed into your shoulder as she slept in the crook of your arm. “You know, you could be a TikTok star.” His voice was gravely, still laced with sleep. His chin propped up against your sternum, letting you look into this big blues you loved so much.

“Could I now?” You teased, moving your hand from his hair to his jaw. He nuzzled into your touch much like Haley did.

“Yeah, ’s cause you’re so pretty. People would watch anything you do.” 

“I could say the same thing about you, handsome.” He smiled dopey at you. Suddenly, his face lit up and his eyes sparkled with an idea.

“We should do it!”

“Do what?”

With a dramatic sigh, like he was aggravated at you, Dick rolled away and like a true gymnast, sprung to his feet. “Make a couple’s TikTok page obviously!”

Carefully sitting up without disturbing your still sleeping puppy, you eyed your boyfriend. “Yes obviously.” He pointed a finger at you.

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm from you.” Quickly, he grabbed your hand and yanked you up, causing you to stumble and fall into his hard chest with a grunt. But there was no slowing him down, without missing a beat, he threw you over his shoulder and scooped up his phone with his other hand. 

You bounced with each step he took, giggles being forced from your lungs as your limp body jerked against him. “D-i-i-i-ck!” You cried out but it did no more than spur him on even more.

“H-o-o-o-ney!” He retorted, deliberately jumping up and down to force more laughter from your already spent lungs as he entered the small living room of your apartment. “Now!” He threw you, well more like carefully placed you down with a sloppy kiss to your cheek, onto the couch. “Let’s get this party started!”

——————

There were hundreds of videos on the page, ranging from Dick watching you put on makeup with literal heart eyes, to him cataloging a surprise trip for your anniversary. There was even one video, that admittedly was his favourite, where you and Haley wore matching Christmas sweaters and then gifted him with his own. He may or may not have cried a little bit when that happened.

Dick’s gaze scanned over his team before he met Wally’s eyes. “The page was my idea, I thought it was cute. And according to our 2 million followers, the world also thinks we’re cute.” He shrugged nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing ever. 

“But-but why?” It was Konner that spoke up then, his face still twisted with an expression of confusion and disbelief.

But Dick didn’t have a chance to answer before Kori took the opportunity to speak. “I believe it is a way for the two of them to share their love that they have for each other with the world. And I agree, they are quite… adorable.” Nightwing gave the princess a kind smile.

“Exactly, and we have a lot of fun doing it. Aaaaand, that’s minute over so can we please get back to work?” There was a brief shout of rebuttal but it was quickly silenced by Kaldur'ahm clapping a palm over Wally’s mouth and with a nod to Dick, the meeting continued.

But as the meeting came to an end and everyone was slowly filtering out, Dick happened a glance at his phone and his heart stopped.

Jaybird - I just found something very interesting on TikTok.

Well, fuck.

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Summary: After the match against the U-20 you are given 2 weeks of freedom, with your decision taken, you use this time to tell the truth to as many as you can and spend time with the people you grew to love

Part 11 - Part 12 [Final] -> Masterlist

"So this is where you live, quite big for living alone" you say walking around Nagi's place, you could see the last drops of light from the sunset entering through the windows,

After the match you were given 2 weeks off where you could finally go outside. You were planning to go back to Hyogo, but the guys had planned to do a reunion outside of the project to finally see each other in another ambience. You weren't planning on going, since Hyogo was far away from Tokyo and you didn't want to spend half a day just getting there, but Nagi told you you could stay with him for a day or two.

Now, your relationship with Nagi has been quite different since that kiss. He hasn't asked you out, therefore you weren't technically together, but he's definitely much clingier with you; you didn't mind this, though, it was too soon to actually date each other.

"Yeah, my parents chose it" he says, passing his arms through your shoulders "it's nice, and it's close to a lot of things"

"I noticed, i think i saw an arcade coming here"

"Yeah, there's many actually" he says, kissing your shoulder before moving to his bed, starting a game on his phone. You took some of your clothes out, putting them on top of a dresser he had, you feel uneasiness in your stomach for tomorrow's reactions

"Are you telling them tomorrow?" Nagi asks, you didn't know if he noticed your discomfort or if he knew you that good already

"Yeah, I'm telling them everything. They deserve to know"

"I don't get why though, why does it matter so much?"

"Not everyone is so unbothered like you are Sei" you chuckle, sitting on the bed

"But the princess didn't care either, so why are you so nervous?" He asks once again "agh, i died"

"Chigiri…he's different, it's nerve-wracking telling everyone that what they thought was a lie" you say, your feet tapping the floor nervously. Suddenly Nagi's hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to the window in where the stars were starting to appear

"It'll be fine, don't worry too much about it" he pets your head "By the way, that's Choki, he helps me wake up"

"Don't tell me you purposely touch it to wake up" you chuckle

"I won't tell you then" you both stay like this for a few minutes, you watching the view while Nagi lazily lays his head on your shoulder "...are you sure about leaving Blue Lock?"

"Yeah, i already thought about it, it's the best for me and everyone"

"Then I'll allow it" he presses his head closer in your neck

"I don't need your permission" you chuckle "I'm gonna go to arrange the couch"

"The couch? Why?"

"Where else am I going to sleep?"

"You're not sleeping in the couch" you feel him frown, pulling you down into the bed with him as he puts himself on top of you, laying his head on your chest "you're comfy"

"Thanks" you chuckle, playing with his hair "we should order some food, it's pretty late already"

"What a paiin" he whines, getting his phone anyway.

++

You woke up pretty late, around 10 am, with a pair of arms tightly holding in place and warmth feeling warmth breath in the back of your neck. After eating dinner yesterday Nagi decided to cuddle with you while he plays on one of his consoles, you sitting in between his legs as his hands were right in front of both of you; and once you both got tired, he simply laid you down on your side and proceeded to fall asleep.

"Oi, giant baby" you poke his side, making him groan "you're phone just rang"

"What a pain. Who is it?"

"Isagi, we have to meet them, remember?"

"...Right, ugh, don't wanna" he says, answering his messages before stretching out

You get up from the bed and go to the bathroom to get ready, it was late already, so you went to get ready first assuming Nagi will take forever to do something. Once you leave the bathroom Nagi was already sitting, waiting to use it

"You look pretty" he says to you "it's weird seeing you with a skirt, thought"

"This is the first time you see me with outside clothes, of course it's gonna be weird"

"Well yeah, but i like it either way" he kisses your head while going to the bathroom and getting ready. Once done, him wearing an oversized white hoodie and sweatpants, you both go out "hey, let's go that arcade"

"But we have to meet the guys.."

"They can wait, let's go" he takes your hand, dragging you towards the arcade

You decided to give in, after all it was a vacation, you could enjoy things freely for now. At some point you started playing different games, you were stuck in a claw machine while he was playing Street Fighter since he wanted his online record to go up again. After you got another figurine from one of the machines, you heard a big commotion coming from where Nagi was, noticing a bunch of Blue Lock members.

You started to feel nervous, but at this point there was nothing you could do, so you started walking towards them.

"Hey Sei, i got the figurines" you say, instantly getting intimidated by the fact all eyes went to you, looking at you up and down. Chigiri eyes looked at you amused, crossing his arms as he winks at you

"Oya? Did we interrupt a date, Nagi-chin?" Karasu asks with a cheeky grin. Reo was looking at you confused, almost as if he could recognize you

"How did you score such a hottie? You, out of all people" Otoya adds "hi there cutie"

"But didn't you know we had a reunion? Why did you plan it for today?" Asks Yukimiya

"Maybe she's a classmate?" Asks Bachira

"Nah, I've never seen her at our school" adds Reo

"Eh?" Confused faces appear

"Ok, why don't we let her introduce herself so we can know?" Chigiri says, giving you an encouraging look

"Well first…" you go to sit next to Nagi, your heart beating fast "hi again guys"

"I'm Yn…i was your teammate" you say, even more confusion arises

"Yn…Yn-kun? Is that you?" Isagi asks, making you nod "you were a girl all this time?"

"Yep"

"There's no way…how were you able to play in the match against the U-20 while being a girl?" Otoya asks, Chigiri raising his eyebrow annoyed at the comment

"Well, she's just amazing, isn't she?" Chigiri comes closer to ruffle your hair, you trying to stop him

"So you knew, Chigiri? And you Nagi?"

"Yeah" simply shrugs Nagi, as he keeps playing

"Nagi untied my binder and almost saw my chest, then i told Chigiri cause i felt bad about lying to him" you explain, some heads nodding "Ego ask me to join to help Team Z bloom and give him information, i was only supposed to be until the first round, but i proved to be too good to just…leave the project…sorry for lying to y'all"

"It's alright, it doesn't change much to me, especially if Ego knew" Yukimiya says, smiling to you as he extends his hand "it's nice finally meeting you Yn-chan, you're very pretty"

"Thanks" you shake his hand, smiling at him

"Well, that explains why Nagi suddenly started to act like this with you, nice meeting you Yn-chan, take good care of that idiot for me" Reo says nudging your shoulder with a grin, making you roll your eyes

"It doesn't change much for me either! I like you because of you, not your gender!" Bachira passes his arm through your shoulder, hugging you tightly

"Me too, plus you're a good player" Isagi adds, smiling at you like everyone else "but…why are you telling us now? You could have continued like it was, couldn't you?"

"Well, yeah…but I already reached a conclusion. I'm leaving Blue Lock" you confessed, some eyes widen

"What!? Why? You're soo good to just leave!" Retorts Isagi

"Well, I can't tell you exactly what's coming for the project, but it's supposed to help you out for your futures in a more direct way, and I can't have that. I can't be on a professional team because I'm a girl, and I can't play professionally on a woman's team because I'm too used to playing with dudes, so I'm gonna leave the project"

"Well, it makes sense, now that we won against the U-20 there's probably gonna be a lot more professional teams looking at us, you won't be able to hide this type of things to them" adds Karasu, making you nod

"Anyways! Let's enjoy this free day even more then! Since we won't have Yn-chan with us after this" Bachira stands up, grabbing your hand while taking you with him to the claw machines you previously were in

You end up with a lot of prices given to you after some of the guys won in them; then you move to the darts, where Nagi was forced to "accept his punishment" by being in the front of the darts board while you were losing in a battle with Yukimiya; then you move to pool, where Aryu showed his stylish moves; and then to ping pong, where you took turns to play into teams.

"How about karaoke?" Reo asks, his arms on your shoulders as you guys walk

"Let's go"

"We can hear you sing, darling, that'll be interesting" Reo adds, petting your hair

"Shut it, elite, who says I'm singing" you hit his stomach, making him laugh. In that moment you all noticed some girls coming out of a room angry, Aiku being the reason. You didn't know if you wanted to tell him who you were or not, so you stayed quiet while they exchange some words

"Oh? Who's this girl? Of course you would have a girl already, Mikage-kun, but bringing her with you while hanging out with the boys?" Aiku tells him, you exchange a look with Reo, shaking your head slightly

"She's a friend of mine, she happened to be here today too, so she joined us" he says skillfully, understanding your signs as he takes his arm off

"I see…well then, may I know your name, pretty girl?" Aiku says to you, making you scrunch your face. It wasn't that he was ugly, he sure wasn't, but it still made you awkward

"Yn, nice to meet you" you say shortly

"Pretty name for a pretty lady, want to join me?" Aiku winks at you at the same time you feel a pair of hands sneaking on your waist, pulling you back until your back touched a chest and a chin rest on your head

"We fighting?" Nagi says, beside you were also Yukimiya, Karasu, Otoya and Aryu, all saying some type of comments while the door of the U-20 team opens and reveals the whole team there.

"You okay, pretty?" Nagi whispers at you

"Yeah, just didn't know how to react" you say, taking his hand

They decided to bet dinner with a bowling match, in which you find Barou playing by himself, who ends up joining the match since you weren't playing; after all you decided to not tell them about it. You were waiting for Chigiri to play when Barou sits next to you, looking at you inquisitive

"Oi, you are Yn-kun, aren't you?" He asks you

"Eh?"

"Don't play dumb, you are at Blue Lock with us, only a fool wouldn't be able to tell, even though you have make up on today" he says

"Yeah, that's me" you say, high fiving Chigiri when he does a strike

"So, do you swing to the other side or…"

"I'm a girl, but I'm also leaving Blue Lock now" he nods at the information

"You were good, you scrub, well played" he adds, ending the conversation right there

Nagi does a strike after falling down, which ends up with all of you calling the game off since it was getting late. All of the guys say their goodbyes to you, Bachira and Chigiri hugging the longest, leaving you with only Nagi and Reo left

"So, I'm assuming you're staying the night with Nagi again? It's too late for you to leave to Hyogo now" Reo asks

"Yeah, I don't know if leave in two or three days"

"You can stay with me as long as you want, just saying" Nagi adds, petting your hair

"Yeah, you should stay until our vacation is over, since we won't see you in Blue Lock after this we can enjoy time together and you get to enjoy Tokyo more!" Reo says excitedly

"I still haven't got paid by Ego, so i don't have much money" you answer, you were going to get paid for your work after the two weeks were over

"Don't worry about it, I'll cover you" Reo winks at you "besides, if you need money for anything let me know and I'll give it to you"

"What are you? A sugar daddy or something? Do rich people have the need to spend money?" You raise an eyebrow

"Nah, i just don't mind spoiling my treasure's girl, i can afford it after all" he adds

"I mean…if you insist, I'm not denying that offer" you shrugged, making him laugh

"Alright, let's hang out again, bye!" Reo says when you arrived to Nagi's place, his attendant waiting for him in a limousine in front of his place

"Bye"

"See ya!" Both you and Nagi say, entering his place

You took all your makeup off and put on comfortable clothes, which means you were wearing one of Nagi's hoodies since they basically reach your knee. You got out of the bathroom only to find Nagi laying down on his stomach while playing a game, so you go and lay on top of him to watch him

"...you really can stay here as long as you want, by the way" he interrupts the comfortable silence you were in

"I know, but i do also need to go back to Hyogo soon, i have to go back to classes" you say, your head laying on his back

"Classes are such a pain" he whines "can't you just transfer here? I'll ask Reo to help you out"

"Isn't your school one of the best in the country? I doubt that nepotism can just help me enter"

"You'd be surprised" he says

"Even if i transfer I'll have to wait until next year, besides, we don't know where you'll be next year, maybe Blue Lock gets you an offer in an international club and you'll have to transfer there"

"True, that'd be cool" he pauses, moving both of you with ease until you are laying down in the bed with his head on your chest "then I'll tell them to include you too"

"Eh? Why?" You ask

"I like having you around, i like you" he simply states, as if it was the most normal thing to say, as if it was such a simple thing, as if it didn't make your heart flutter "and you like being around me too, so it's a win win"

"Who says I like being around you that much?" You ask

"Your heart beats and your blushed face speak for themselves" he looks at you, slight smirking on

"Shut up" you hit his head

You spent the rest of these two weeks like this, sometimes you hung out with Reo in his penthouse, sometimes you went to the arcade with Nagi, you even got to meet Chigiri's family and stayed with them for a few days after explaining the whole situation. Now two weeks later, you arrived at the place where they were picking the guys up with Nagi and Reo, since apparently a huge crowd of paparazzi were waiting at the entrance of the project.

"This kinda bring back memories" you say

"It does, we didn't even knew each other back then, who knew we would be friends now" Reo says, ruffling your hair "by the way, i already told Baya-san to pick you up later so she can take you to your house"

"You shouldn't have, it's like 5 hours driving" you say

"She insisted too"

"I don't bel-"

"Ynnnn-chaaan!" A scream interrupts you, soon a pair of arms wrap around you and shake you around "you came to say goodbye to us!"

"I did, I can't just let you forget about me, Bachira"

"I will never!" He hugs you tighter

"You're going to kill her if you keep squishing her" Chigiri takes you out of the embrace, pulling you into a side hug himself "you know, I'm sure you can still come with us, just change into a uniform and hope on"

"I can't, i already know what's waiting for you and it's not gonna be beneficial for anyone" you say, knowing well what the phase two of the project was

"But you want to" Chigiri grabs your shoulder, he was able to tell how wet your eyes were, how your hands were shaking slightly, he knew that you still wanted to be with them

"I do…we can't have it all, can we?" You say, making him hug you harder "don't forget about me when you become a famous pro player, you better maintain me once you have money"

"You already have people ready to maintain you, but if it doesn't work out with him or his best friend, I'll think about it" he jokes back, kissing your temple affectionately "see you after I'll become the best in the world, little one"

"See ya" you chuckle, saying some quick goodbyes to some of the ones that enter the bus when a pair of arms wrap around your waist, a pair of arms that were already used to do this

"I'll see you after this, okay?" Nagi says, pulling you closer

"Of course, I'll make sure to watch you, so keep doing your best"

"Watch me? How?"

"You'll find out soon, just do your best and play amazingly like you always do" you say turning around, fluffing his hair

"I will. See you" he bends down, giving you a quick kiss in the lips

"See you"

You watch him enter the bus as it closes the door right behind him, being the last member to enter. Some of them scream their goodbyes to you while the bus leaves, so you wave back at them until you are sure they can't see you clearly, finally letting the tears roll down your face. You wanted to go with them, you wanted to keep playing with them, you wanted to be on the project, but since Blue Lock was turning into a reality TV for scouting, not only you wouldn't be able to keep up the secret but you also won't be able to join any team, it would do nothing more than waste your time. At least that's what you told yourself to feel better about this.

"Hello" Anri appears beside you, looking at you carefully "Ego-san told me to give you this"

She gives you a package, inside was the same uniform the guys were given before leaving, the same custom size you had for the first phase

"He thought you'd miss them, and since you're technically still part of Blue Lock until a few more minutes, we managed to get you one too. It won't make you less sad, but it's the best we can do to help you"

"Thanks" you hug it, smiling through the tears to Anri, who gives you a hug before walking away.

You'll miss them, of course you'll miss those idiots, but you'll see them again once they're on the top, you know you will.

-The end-

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Skater Girl - Alex Morgan x Reader

Summary: Childhood friends almost always drift apart but sometimes they find their ways back together. This fic is set in between the 2015 WWC and the 2016 Olympics.

A/N: I was watching a documentary on my favorite skateboarder Andrew Reynolds in which he talked about his battle with addiction and this is what came of it.

Trigger warning: Heavy discussion of drug and alcohol abuse, jokes about sobriety

For as long as you can remember Alex Morgan has been your best friend.

Just like any pair of childhood friends worth their salt, the two of you knew everything about one another.

At least you did from the ages of 3 to 14.

But like all great childhood friendships, you started to drift apart in high school. She had started playing club soccer and was quickly becoming the face of the varsity soccer team and you found that you had more fun hanging out with the skateboarders and stoners than waiting for her to be able to make time for you.

So while she was busy becoming an all-American and a top college prospect, you were rounding up amateur sponsorships for companies like Blind and Independent Trucks.

Then when she was running all over people at Cal, you were dropping out of the photography program at UCLA because you were going pro and collecting sponsors like a child on Halloween.

Overall, you hadn’t spoken to her in nearly 10 years, which is why you’re so shocked to see her standing over you as you lay at the bottom of one of the largest hills in LA, cracked helmet still on your head.

“Oh my god, are you ok,” she asks, bending over to try and look you in the eyes.

“Alex,” you say, still somewhat out of it. “What are you doing here?”

It takes her a moment, but as you sit up and take off your helmet, you can see the realization bloom in her eyes.

“Y/N/N,” she asks, getting a nod in response. “Are you ok, I saw you smash your head into the ground.”

As you go to answer you begin to hear the shouts of the crew you’re filming with as they finally make their way to the bottom of the hill.

“Trips, dude, we thought you just died,” Jay, one of your best friends, shouts as he gets close enough, “Who’s this?”

“This is Alex, my childhood best friend and world-champion soccer player,” you say, “Also, clearly not dead, the brain bucket saved me. Go get the car, I’m ready to call it a day, I’ve got road rash on my entire back.”

Watching for a moment as he runs back to the rest of your friends, you turn back to Alex still staring at you with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to watch me slam like that, you used to hate that.”

“Just found out that I still do, that was one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen,” she says, helping you to your feet, “Your body flew through the air.”

Grimacing a little at the feeling of your shirt against the raw skin on your back, you pick your board up and say, “I’m fine I promise, nothing that a shower, Neosporin, and some sleep can’t fix.”

The two of you stare at each other silently for a few moments and you can feel all the things you felt for her growing up come flooding back.

Fortunately, the sound of Jay laying on the horn of your car breaks you free of the hold she’s always seemed to have on you.

“I, uh, I’ve gotta go,” you say, jerking a thumb over your shoulder.

As you start backing away she reaches out and grabs your wrist.

“Meet me at our spot tomorrow,” Alex says hopefully, “3 p.m?”

“I can do that.”

She smiles before letting you go and walking back to what you can only assume is her car.

Making your way to your ride, you aren’t surprised when the second you climb in you’re greeted by the cacophonous noise of all your friends asking you what just happened.

“Don’t worry about it.”

The next day finds you rolling up to the far back corner of your childhood park where you and Alex would go when you simultaneously needed escapes from your homes.

You hear Alex before you see her, her raspy voice ringing out, “You still bring that thing everywhere you, huh?”

“In all fairness, I get paid to bring it everywhere now,” you say, taking a seat next to her.

“You went pro? I remember that being all you talked about in middle school.”

“Sophomore year of college,” you say with a grin, “I signed like three pro sponsorships in a week and dropped out of UCLA, it was barely two months into the school year.”

“That’s awesome, I’m happy it worked out for you.”

“Forget me, Lex, you’ve got an Olympic gold and World Cup,” you practically shout at her, watching as a blush appears on her cheeks.

“It wasn’t just me, it was a team effort.”

“Whatever bro, I saw that goal you scored in Manchester against Canada and the one against Colombia at the World Cup.”

“Okay fine, some of it was me,” she laughs.

Then before you know it, the afternoon trails into the evening, and the two of you spend hours talking about everything that has happened since you graduated high school.

But the one thing you refuse to answer, no matter how much she asks, is how you’ve acquired the nickname Trips.

That is until Alex says something so shocking that you know you have to tell her the truth.

“You know we thought you were dead or in jail,” she says, voice becoming thick with emotion.

“What?”

“When you didn’t come back at Thanksgiving in 2008 and your parents refused to even be in the same room as anyone who mentioned you, we thought the worst,” she explains.

“Fuck,” you say, “Alex, you have to know that I never meant to put your family through that, I was just dealing with some things.”

“What could you possibly have been going through that you couldn’t call us? I was your best friend, we’d known each other our entire lives.”

“Alex, be serious, we haven’t been best friends since the summer before 9th grade and you know it.”

“Y/N/N,” she starts but you cut her off.

“It’s fine really, it happens, but I wasn’t going to just dump my problems on you after not being around. That would’ve made me a shitty person.”

“What problems were so big that you had to face them alone?”

“Addiction,” you say, turning to stare out at the park.

You can feel her staring at the side of your head in silence but you don’t give her a chance to say anything.

“I’m like 4 years clean now but I’ve been addicted to alcohol and other stuff since I was about 15. In high school, your dad once found me passed out in the driver’s seat of my car smelling like a distillery with puke down the front of my clothes,” you explain. “It got really bad after I went pro and I almost died before I got clean.” Taking a deep breath you continue, “That game against Canada at the Olympics was my second day in rehab, I was so sick with withdrawal symptoms but I remember watching the ball come off your head at the last minute.”

“Can you look at me please,” she says, voice shaking, “I need you to look at me.”

Turning your head, you’re somewhat surprised to see the sight of Alex Morgan with tears streaming down her face.

“I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for getting clean, I’m happy you're alive and I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t come to me,” she says, tears flowing.

“Quit crying, you know I hate it when you cry,” you say, hoping that the reaction you used to have as a kid, would get her to smile like it used to.

It does and you get to watch as she smiles and wipes the tears from her face.

“Are you done now?”

“I’m done now,” she says with a laugh.

“Cool, your apology isn’t accepted by the way.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you have nothing to be sorry for, bozo,” you say, “Both your parents and my parents tried to get me help while we were still in school and it didn’t work. So don’t try to apologize to me again, got it?”

“You’re still the nicest asshole I know,” she says, “who the fuck yells at a girl for crying?”

“An idiot whose nickname is based on her being a drug addict,” you guess.

That doesn’t get the laugh that you were hoping for but it’s enough to get you a small smile.

As the hours continue to pass, the conversation gets lighter as you reminisce about the crazy things you got up to as kids.

Eventually, you both have to leave but before you do Alex manages to secure a promise that you’ll attend her game in a couple of days with no new bumps, bruises, or scrapes.

So that’s exactly what you do.

That Saturday afternoon sees you walking down the steps in the stadium to your seat, which thanks to some magic pulled by Alex is so close that you feel like you’re on the field.

When you reach your seat you’re not completely surprised to see Alex’s parents and her sisters but they don’t seem surprised to see you.

“Y/N/N,” her mom asks in shock when she sees you coming down the row.

“Uh yeah,” you say, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck. “Hey Morgans.”

Before you have a moment to fully process what’s happening, you’re being pulled into a hug by Mr. Morgan and passed to each of the women in his family, but you end up back in his arms at the end.

“You have no idea how glad we are to see you,” he says.

“I think I might,” you reply. “Alex filled me in on what your worries were, they were pretty close up until a few years ago.”

That gets a few sad smiles out of the family which lets you know that Alex has filled them in on what you’ve been up to.

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” Mrs. Morgan says.

“It kind of is,” Jeni says, with Jeri nodding behind her.

“Jeri’s right,” you say, “Besides since I’m sober now, so you have to laugh at all my jokes about not being sober because I pulled myself together.”

“That’s not how it works, kid,” Mr. Morgan says.

“Welp it is now.”

It’s at that moment the teams begin walking out for the anthem and as though she could feel your eyes on her Alex immediately turns towards you, a grin appearing on her face as you lock eyes.

The first half of the game is fast and physical and you find yourself flinching every time Alex is taken down by a defender but just like when you were kids, she’s back on her feet before you can blink.

The half comes around and the US is up 2-0 but you still feel the need to get up and move around.

“Hey, I’m gonna get some tenders or something, does anyone want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” Jeni says.

“Or you could tell me what you want,” you respond.

“I’m not making you buy me a beer.”

“I know that I’m not dressed like it right now but I can more than afford to buy you a 15-dollar beer,” you say before you understand why she’s protesting. “Fine, you can come with me but I’m still paying for it.”

When you get to the concession stand you ask her what kind of beer she wants but that isn’t what she’s focused on.

“When are you going to tell my sister that you’re in love with her?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Rolling her eyes, she speaks slower like you are some kind of dumbass, “When are you going to tell Alex you’ve been in love with her since forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, moving forward with the line.

“And I’m Elvis Presley,” Jeni sighs and runs a hand down her face.

From there the conversation switches to how you're doing with skateboarding and your sobriety, so you promise to show her some of the clips you’ve put together for your next video part.

That’s why it’s so surprising when the first thing out of her mouth when you get back to your seats is: “Mom, Dad, how long have Alex and Y/N been in love with each other?”

You’re even more surprised when neither of the elder Morgans looks up from their phones before answering: “Forever.”

“And how long have they both been acting like they're not?”

“Since at least the 7th grade, maybe earlier,” Jeri says.

“Can I just eat my tenders in peace,” you beg, not wanting them to notice the blush rapidly spreading from your cheeks to your ears.

Luckily, before anyone can respond the teams are trotting back out for the second half.

Unfortunately, the other team is much more physical in the second half, so you have to watch with bated breath as Alex gets taken down twice as much as she did in the first without any fouls being called.

Every time she hits the ground you wince a little bit harder, much to the amusement of both her sisters.

Then, there’s a corner in the 88th minute and you get to watch, in what feels like slow motion, as Alex gets her head to the ball and sends it into the back of the net.

“Fuck yeah, Alex,” you scream, leaping to your feet with the rest of the crowd.

You know she can’t hear you but the smile she sends in your direction makes it feel like she can.

Moments later, the match is over and after quickly shaking the hands of the opposing team and a short huddle, Alex is racing towards where you're sitting like she didn’t just play a full 90.

Much to your surprise, and her sisters’ enjoyment, she ignores the other Morgans completely to climb the barrier and pulls you into a hug.

“You came,” she whispers into your ear, trying to be heard over the nearby fans screaming her name.

“I did,” you respond. “You played amazing, that goal was magic.”

“Are you coming to dinner with us,” she asks, still not letting go.

“Yup, your parents have designated me as your chauffeur.”

She nods so you let her go, not at all shocked by the smile on her face as she greets her family.

It doesn’t last long though because one second Jeri is whispering in her ear and the next Alex is glaring back at her and dropping to the ground to join her teammates in greeting fans.

You and the Morgans stay for a bit watching her before making your way out of the stadium and to the parking lot. There you make promises to meet them at the restaurant, hauling Al along with you.

You don’t have to wait very long on your own in the lot, at least you don’t think you do but time does tend to get a bit weird when you’re practicing a new trick.

It's the sound of Alex’s voice yelling at you to do a kickflip that breaks your focus, (You do of course land a kickflip for her.)

“Not bad,” she says, reaching your car and throwing her stuff in the back before climbing in.

“I do aim to impress.”

The ride to the restaurant is calm, the only real noise being the sound of her playlist intermingling with the sound of LA traffic.

When you park and go to get out, you’re stopped by her relocking the doors.

You try to unlock them but she just locks them again, in a pattern that continues four times before you turn to look at her.

“Seriously Al?”

“I want to ask you something,” she says, “but you’ve spent the whole ride trying your hardest to ignore me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring.”

She cuts you off, “Yes you were. What did my sisters  say to you because I thought we were gonna try being friends again.”

“They didn’t say,” cut off again.

“Just tell me what they said.”

You take a moment to think about whether or not you should and the somewhat desperate look on her face leads you to tell her.

“They said that you’ve been in love with me since forever. Your parents did too but that’s not possible,” you tell her, “because I definitely would’ve noticed if you were. I mean I literally spent our entire childhoods trying to impress you so I think Jeni and Jeri were just messing with me like they used to because you’re way too awesome to have ever been in love..”

You're cut off again but this time by the feeling of Alex grabbing you by the back of the neck and pressing her lips to yours.

Before you can fully process what’s happening, she’s pulling away which is the opposite of what you want so you pull her back in so your lips meet again.

The second kiss is much longer than the first but before you can deepen it she pulls back.

“I am in love with you,” she says, slightly breathless, “and I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

You smile so widely that to an outsider it might’ve looked painful, “That’s awesome but there’s no way you’ve loved me longer than I’ve loved you.”

“Whatever Y/N/N,” she kisses you again, a slight peck this time, “let’s head inside before my parents start freaking out.”

She unlocks the car doors and gets out, stopping briefly to make sure you’re following her.

And you are, just like you did when you were kids and just as you will be for the rest of your lives.

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[mastersoftheair]

"Masters of the Air details: Part 3-Gunnery.

Guns:

"A lot of people have been asking about the guns used in Masters of the Air. I believe that full auto blank firing guns were going to be used originally. It turns out that the muzzle blast from blank guns could damage the sensitive screens used in the volume for the video walls, so they came up with another type of gun developed by a sharp special effects master. He made guns that operated on compressed air and would feed belted, projectile-less shells and links and spit out the empty shells from the bottom of the gun and the links out of the feed way just like the real guns would. The guns would recoil, and rattle and the muzzle flash would be added by VFX in post-production. "The guns worked well but fired slower than a real M2 50 cal at 600 rounds per minute. They did need a lot of tweaking and frequent reloading so some of the production staff were less than happy at the time needed to service the guns and keep them running. No good non-blank firing options exist for this kind of work so I thought that this was an impressive effort and ultimately looked good on screen."

Empty Brass:

"The shells and links dropping from the guns at a prodigious rate is a very important part in my mind as is the number of shells that should be all over the floor around the gunners. We were filming Regensburg which historically was a long running battle with the Luftwaffe so the amount of ammunition expended was amazing to say the least. "Each gun fires about 10 rounds per second so there are 10 empty shells and 10 links spitting out of each 50 cal gun per second. Imagine what the floor would look like and imagine walking all over those empty shells. "They actually made rubber empty shells and links painted perfectly to look like the real thing with the intention of people being able to walk on them and not have their feet flying out from under them like they would with the real thing. "At one point during filming, I couldn’t see enough shells on the monitors for the cameras, so I asked for more brass and I met resistance from one of the crew saying that they had already put some in. I had to pull up wartime images on my iPad to show them, and the director, just how bad it would look in the middle of battle so they could understand that just one half of a bucket of brass was not going to cut it. We needed at least 10 buckets so they stopped filming to fill up the floor with brass and links as it should be. The gunners should be wading through the brass around their boots. "This was an eye opener for them, and they ended up filming a lot of scenes showing this dramatic aspect or aerial warfare. It sure looked good!"

Feed Chutes:

"Reproducing fully complimented B-17’s is quite a chore. Some items are harder to replicate than others. One of these hard parts to reproduce are the flexible feed chutes used for the ammunition to get from the ammo box to the gun. Since the gun is swinging all over the place so do the feed chutes. Dave helped supply some of these parts and set them up for each gun position just like in the blueprints. There is an open end for the top and a closed end meant for the bottom. "All of the feed chutes used in MOTA were the real deal. Most of it had been dug up in some of the airfield digs that have been going on over the last few decades at the old dumps in East Anglia. I even found some at a military show that I bought for the show as we needed all that we could come up with. "As you can imagine, the feed chutes that have been buried for 75 years, are pretty beat up. Their saving grace is that they were made from stainless steel so they didn’t corrode away like most other metals did but they were seriously bent and twisted. Dave and others made wood former's to straighten them out and get them looking good once again. Dave had one chute that had heavy visible wear inside of it from all of the ammo that had passed through it during the war. For all we know, it could have actually been on the Regensburg raid! "I thought it was really cool that original 8th AF ammo chutes were used in the series."

Gun Mounts:

"One of the hardest parts to find are the gun mounts or recoil adapters that the 50 cal guns were cradled in. The guns impart a lot of hammering shock load when fired and this would tear up the aluminum structure of the aircraft so they made these mounts so they would recoil and absorb the shock of the gun. These mounts (Bell E-11 and Edgewater E-12) are quite hard to find and when they do show up they get snapped up by collectors. Each B-17 would need 8 of these so BGI went into production and made them from scratch. Anything BGI does is impressive, and these were especially so. As I mentioned above, they originally intended to use actual firing 50 cal guns so these mounts needed to be fully functional and not just some kind of plastic replica[...] "Frankly, to walk in and see a row of these rare mounts, all brand new, was quite a delight. There are a lot of collectors out there drooling heavily over these and many of the other props that were fabricated for the series. "One very cool aspect of being involved in this project was to see history come alive. I have been learning about this stuff since I could read and thankfully, I was able to get to know a lot of WWII veterans who lived it themselves. I have listened to their stories and have asked countless questions about how they did the things that they did. "It is quite another thing to see this stuff come to life with your own eyes. It answers some questions and generates a whole lot more. Getting down to the details is a lot of fun for us WWII nerds. "One aspect that came to life on the MOTA set involved the early B-17’s that had their waist gun windows straight across from each other. I had read and learned that this was a problem for the gunners and Boeing ended up staggering the waist windows so the gunners would not interfere with each other. "The MOTA B-17’s were the F models and when the actors were in place, with full flying gear, it was incredible to see just how crammed up they were around each other. "The other fascinating thing is all of the various connections that each gunner and crewman had. Each waist gunner, and all aircrew for that matter, would have four connections to the aircraft for: Oxygen, headphones, microphone and their electrically heated flying suit. All of these wires and hoses for each gunner connected up over their heads and hung down around them. Now imagine not only bumping to each other and swinging the guns and maneuvering in this cramped space with the wind from the open waist windows but keeping all of your life saving umbilical’s attached at the same time. It doesn’t take much to pull one of these out or break one off, which could be disastrous. "The actors on MOTA were constantly having trouble with this and needed to look out for each other just like they must have done in combat. We were also constantly looking at the monitors and trying to be sure that they were still plugged in. "A wonderful project that was a real honor to be involved with for sure. The devil was definitely in the details."

#looooooooooooooong post again Sorry! #i italicized sentences that i really liked. and then indented for readability #masters of the air #hbo war #behind the scenes #long post

[genshin-obsessed]

Hmmm? Rare pairs you say? Let's see... I guess Wanderer x Xiao seems like a pretty interesting duo. They're both snarky, Anemo boys who'll get into sass fights with each other but behave when their s/o's in the room.

THE SASS BESTIE!!! You're right- honestly these dudes would just roast people to death lol This is a lot longer than I thought it was gonna be- I also feel like they would just mess with the person bothering you. So this isn't *exactly* what you were talking about but I thought it would be funny ^w^ I hope you still like it!! As stated previously, (w/n) is wanderer's name ^w^

Wanderer x Xiao!

"I-if you could just-" you started, trying to walk around the man that stood in front of you. "Ex-excuse me, sir." You mumbled with a frown as he moved with you, blocking your path.

"What? I'm just messing with you~" He said, leaning in making you wince a little.

"Well... I gotta go, so if you could just-"

"Why not a date? Shoot, if you want, we could just say it's a friendly hangout." He laughed, making you roll your eyes.

"No, guy. Now go away. I'm late." You said with a huff as you tried to walk around him, but he kept getting in your path.

"Come on cutie-"

"What the hell are you doing?" You heard a voice piercing through the air, making your head whip to the top of the small building beside you. Xiao! "You're late to our date."

"Ah! Sorry, this guy keeps getting in my way." You said with a frown, making the guy scoff. You knew Xiao tended to worry if you were late.

"And who the hell are you?" He asked, looking at Xiao who stared at him for two seconds before diverting his attention back to you, completely ignoring the man.

"Have you learned nothing from us?"

"Violence isn't the answer, Xiao." You replied, crossing your arms.

"Sure it is," another voice said before nearby. You looked behind you to see (w/n) walking toward you. "If you have the right attitude."

"I'm not just gonna start beating up people." You said to him, making him roll his eyes.

"Whatever. I'll do it." (w/n) stopped in front of the tall man and looked up at him. "They're mine. So back off and find someone else."

"Uh, don't push this creep to start picking on other innocent people." Xiao replied, making the tall man scoff as he tried to shove (w/n) away. But... he couldn't. Your boyfriend didn't budge an inch.

"What? Can't shove me out of the way? Come on, I'm like half your size."

"The muscles must be for show." Xiao sighed as he got comfortable on the roof.

"They must be filled with hot air-"

"You little twerp!" The man yelled as he tried to grab him, but (w/n) just dodged out of the way. "You little-"

"(y/n), get out of the way." Xiao said lazily as the man accidentally stepped toward you.

"Go where?" You asked as you stepped back. At this point, the tall man was just chasing (w/n) around as he easily dodged all of his attacks.

The man grabbed a nearby crate and threw it toward (w/n), who just moved... but you were right behind him.

"(W/n)!" You squealed as you covered your head, protectively and bent downward. Xiao reacted instantly, teleporting to you and teleporting back into the roof. You let out another squeal as you fell onto his lap, holding onto him. "Why so close?!"

"We're 10 feet from the ground, relax." He said as he helped you stand and move away from the edge of the roof.

"You almost hit my partner..." (w/n) said, glaring at the man.

"That was all your fault." Xiao reminded, looking at him. The other anemo user rolled his eyes at the smart response before taking the man down in mere moments.

"Now who's wasting time?" You said, looking at the two as this entire thing took like 10 minutes.

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[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Happy Birthday!

Series Masterlist

Warnings: none just fluffy fluff, pregnant!reader

Words: 529

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: this is the full version of Nat and Readers sons birthday flashback in Say Yes To Me chapter 2!

It was your son's second birthday, as he was turning 2 today. Natasha, your wife was out for another mission. You assumed she couldn't make it, but it's fine! She doesn't need to be here for this, she's out saving the world and being your son's favorite superhero. That's all that mattered to you. That Alex was happy, he was happy with what was happening, and that's all there is to say.

It was 10:27 AM, and you had just fed the toddler his breakfast. “Happy birthday Alex!” you say, kissing the 2-year-old boy's cheek. “Ew mommy!” he giggles in your arms, “That's gwoss I' not a baby anymore! I' a big kid.” he huffs and crosses his arms across his chest. You laugh slightly and ruffle his hair.

You guess that with all that was going on you were too caught up in it to notice the door opening and closing. “Hey! Don't talk to your mother like that.” a familiar voice from a few feet away stated. The little boy lowered his head in defeat and jumped out of your arms. “Sowwy mama..” he walked up to Natasha to hug her. “Happy birthday buddy.” she smiles at him and kisses his forehead. He grins brightly, bringing his tiny little hands to his mama's face to squish her cheek. “Ha ha. Very funny Alex.” she said, as he giggled at her.

The woman chuckles, and walks up to you, hugging you from behind. “Hey dekta.” she whispers in your ear. You smile at her words, and pull away from the embrace to look at her. “Darling! You made it!” she presses her lips to yours, to kiss you softly. “I wouldn't miss his birthday for the world.”

She gently places her hands on your stomach. “How's our baby girl?” you giggle, “Girl?” your brows were scrunched up in pure confusion. “I think it's gonna be a boy Nat.” she shakes her head. “Well, I think, that you're wrong moya lyubov.” she bends down, lightly kissing the top of your belly. She gasped silently when she felt something hit her palms that rested on your tummy. “Oh– krasivaya.. She kicked!”

“That soon? I'm only a few months..” you ask. She nodded and got up to pull you closer to her. “We have ourselves a mini Avenger in there hm?” she said as she peppered gentle kisses to your neck.

As you both were distracted by each other, Alex had plans of his own. He walked out of the kitchen, knowing damn well you two wouldn't notice. ‘These gay idiots.. good for them.’ he thought.

He snuck into the garage and found his mama's toolbox, and found a hammer. He grabbed it and ran back into the kitchen where his parents were. The toddler climbed up the chair, and slowly he eventually got on top of the table.

“Mommy! Mama! Look, I'm uncle Thor!” he cackled, holding up the hammer in his hand. You both turn to see what he meant, only to widen your eyes in shock and run after him. “Alex Romanoff.. put that down!” he giggles, and jumps off the table, running away from you and Natasha.

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[midnightdevotion]

Brothers Best Friend

Iceman x reader (wolfman's sister) callsign sunshine

Requested @nsvsbd

Warnings: um a sick punch? slider being a dick?

a/n: I am so sorry this took so long, i was up super late working on it and then wanted to make sure it wasn't garbage before posting, thank you for reading!!

Leo always had one rule for you, do not date his friends. It was a mutual rule you two had growing up together considering you were close in age. This rule only became more serious when you both went into the navy to become pilots.

It was never really a problem for you, you found most navy men obnoxious. Most of the time you were stationed away from each other anyway. So when you were both called back to top gun together you were elated. It had been 10 months since you'd last seen your brother.

You walk into the bar near base scanning the crowd for Leo. Spotting him by the bar you grin and make your way over to him.

"wolfie" you shout, you see his shoulders tense. He turns quickly.

"sunshine what are you doing here?" the shock on his face makes you laugh.

"what did you think they wouldn't call for me? we both know I'm the better sibling" He rolls his eyes at you, it's then that you notice the blonde and some giant laughing next to him.

"well hi there, I'm sunshine" Your sweet southern accent comes out thick in that moment.

"Im Iceman" the blonde grins at you, you can't help the passing thought that he is beautiful, and the disappointment that he's Leo's friend.

"I'm slider" You're tempted to ask if this man even fits in the planes.

It doesn't take you long to mesh in with your brother and his friends. Though you do sneak off every once in a while to catch up with old pilot friends of your own. The night ends quicker than you wanted it too, but you find yourself in bed thinking of beautiful blue eyes and smile that takes your breath away.

___

It's been a week, and it has been one grueling torturous week. You finally have a day off and your idea of a good time is to sit your ass on the beach with adult drinks by yourself. You should have figured everyone else would've come to the beach too.

It's not long before none other than a giant man who has taken to getting on your nerves more than anyone else is blocking the sun from you.

"oh of course you are here" you groan

"oh don't lie to me, you know if i'm here so is ice"

"oh and why would I care about that?" you quirk up a brow at him and he just laughs.

"we both know you like him so let's not pretend." You glare at him. From the corner of your eye you see ice and leo walking up to you.

"Sunny! what are you doing here?" your brother seems genuinely happy that his favorite people are all here, and you feel so guilty that you caught stupid feelings for his friends. You can't do anything about it, your pact, your brother is more important than minor feelings.

You play this dance all day, you and ice get a moment to yourself and you tease sure, but there is no actual bite to your words. Slider corners you and irritates you about your feelings, those comebacks do in fact have a bite. Your brother comes back around and suddenly everyone is on their best behavior.

You should have realized Ice would notice this pattern too. What you don't realize about this pattern is that every time ice is with someone else he's asking about you.

"what is going on with you and slider?" it's a brief moment in the day where you two got a moment of peace, your brother and slider playing in the waves.

"what do you mean?"

"I mean he looks like a kid on christmas every time you talk but you look like you'd rather be six feet under?" You grumble something about how you would in fact rather be six feet under than talk to him.

"he just likes to get on my last nerve is all" and ice wouldn't admit it but he hates how often he sees you with slider, is there something going on with him?

Logically he thinks, there's no way, with everyone else you are so sassy and you mean every word, yet with him you are so sweet.

"If he's too much let me know, I can tell him to back off" he's nervous as to what slider is saying to you too, after slider figured out his crush on you he's been worried he would say something and make it weird.

"Don't worry, I can handle him" and you send a sweet smile his way, the kind that makes his heart pound a little faster and a smile take over his own face.

He didn't realize how true your words of taking care of yourself were though.

It was three days after your day off at the beach, you were in the locker room after a particularly brutal day. Slider, apparently never knowing when to back off continued to pester.

"hey shortcake, I dropped my bag can you grab it seeing as you're so close to the ground" you roll your eyes at him and shove past him.

"that's not very nice shortie" he mumbles. He also catches the way your jaw clenches. So he moves closer, resting his arm on your head.

"would you rather me tease you about your little crush on I-" and you are punching him the face right in front of everybody. A sickening crack sounds in the startlingly quiet room.

The shock on everyones face as blood drips from sliders nose is palpable. You shake your fist, knowing you will have a bruised hand tomorrow.

"fuck off slider" and with that you stalk out of the locker room. It's maybe ten minutes later than you get a knock on your room door. You open it, expecting to be berated by a commanding officer, and instead find ice, ironically holding ice out for you.

"figured your hand might need this?" you let out a disbelieving laugh.

"i just broke your friends nose and you're checking on me?" you swear you see the hint of a blush come up his cheeks.

"it was a killer punch, but slider will be fine" you quirk a brow at this.

"I mean you'll be fine too but... I just wanted to check on you, I know he's been an ass to you." You snort at that. You are use to jokes, usually about being a girl or being short or whatever else, but you don't want to be the brunt of school girl crush jokes for the rest of your time here and he was about to make that a reality. Of course you can't tell that to the man standing before you, seeing as he's the one you've got a school girl crush on.

Tom reaches for you hand to assess the damage done, his touch sending tingles up your arm and making your breath catch. Of course luck isn't on your side and he hears it.

"did I hurt you?" and there's panic behind his eyes, the way he's being so gentle with you has your heart pounding.

"I-uhm- no no you didn't" You see his shoulders relax slightly as he slowly starts pressing gently on your hand.

"It doesn't feel like anything's broken but it's gonna be tender for a few days" When he looks up at you, you realize how close you two had gotten, your hand still gently in his grasp.

You see his beautiful eyes flicker down to your lips. You can't really tell if your heart is beating faster or if it stopped all together. You feel like time freezes as you see him tilt his head, moving closer and closer to you.

"stop!" he pulls back abruptly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." he looks embarrassed and hurt and you have to put him out of his misery.

"It's not that I don't want you to kiss me.... Leo and I have a pact. I can't date his friends and he can't date mine" you did not expect him to burst out laughing at this.

"Leo is the one that has been harassing me to make a move all week." Your mouth drops open.

"He what!" He laughs at the shock on your face before stepping closer to you again. His hand lands on your cheek in a gentle caress.

"does that mean I can kiss you now?" and all you can muster is a gentle nod.

It's safe to say Leo and Slider are childish little shits, but it lead to this and you wouldn't trade it for anything, not when his lips feel like everything you have ever dreamed of. It felt like you were home.

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