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poisoned mercury | end up here

a/n: i'm going FERALLLLLLL over this chapter. enjoy poisoned mercury's debut album hehe.

iv. end up here by 5sos

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“your band name doesn’t even make any sense,” you argued, eyes narrowing at the boy in front of you.

luke crashed your secret spot, again, and refused to let you smoke in silence until you gave him a detailed explanation of how your day went. he knew you didn’t smoke every day, only on days that were particularly hard. he noticed that your bad days always had something to do with your dad, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to bring that up.

anyway, you got fed up with his badgering and that stupid smirk on his face because he knew you were about to crack, and decided that if he was going to act like a toddler, you would too. hence, why you were now bringing up his band name.

luke took offense to that because he thought the band name was cool. he was the one to suggest it. he crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to let his hurt show on his face, “what do you mean? poisoned mercury is a sick name.”

“mercury is already poisonous. your band name is like redundant or some shit.”

“then why did so many people in history ingest it?” luke asked, recalling the one thing he remembered from his high school history class before he dropped out. he took a drag from his cigarette, turning his body a bit so the wind didn’t blow the smoke directly in your face.

“they fucking died, castellan,” you replied, deadpan.

“oh,” he blinked, staring off, “i didn’t know that.”

you rolled your eyes, a habit that you’ve picked up whenever you were with him and sat back down on the bench. luke joined you, silent as he thought about what you just said. he really needed to stop zoning out during lessons, but since he was already out of high school, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore.

as much as you hate to admit it, luke castellan was growing on you. sure, he got on your nerves like nobody else– the boy just doesn’t quit– but, he wasn’t half as bad as you originally thought. not that you’d ever tell him that though.

when you got back to the cabin last week after helping with concert prep, the cabin was spotless. there were no empty red bull cans in sight, the table tops were free of crumbs, floor vacuumed and mopped, and there was even a candle burning on the counter. you approached your bedroom door to find a post-it on the handle. luke’s messy writing was smudged around the corners, but you could still make out what it said.

“five star,

i snitched on the boys and my mom will have a stern talk with them about their cleanliness. can’t promise that people will stop talking about me, but i can promise you won’t have to live in the dojo casa house mojo or whatever it was.

ps i’m using the spot tomorrow, just thought i should let you know. maybe we can set up a calendar for reservations.

luke :)”

the cabin hasn’t been as messy since. whatever may castellan told the boys worked like a charm. there was still the occasional trash, but nothing crazy. it smelled better in the cabin too, still like a boy, but it smelled like expensive cologne more than anything. cedarwood and pine.

and thankfully, the luke castellan hype train was starting to run out of steam, with many people finally realizing that he was also just a human being and the surprising revelation that luke castellan was not entertaining anyone during his time at camp helped with it as well. you still heard whispers about him here and there, but you were glad the topic of conversation was beginning to switch to something else.

you and luke walked to the gym and back home every morning together. he and the boys sat with you and clarisse during meals. they tagged along for music lessons and spoke to the kids, which they really appreciated. they helped the older campers with writing music, luke particularly. you’d been around a few musicians in your life and many of them only kissed ass when your dad was around, but poisoned mercury was different. they were passionate about their music. that was clear.

after a conversation with clarisse, where she managed to convince you that not all musicians are like your ex, you began to let loose a little bit. you hung out with the boys more, partly as an excuse so clarisse could hang out with chris without causing too much suspicion, and found that you actually enjoyed their company. and luke castellan? well, he wasn’t half bad. that doesn’t mean he got off easy though.

you took a hit of your vape, facing him, “are you done interrogating me?”

“for now, yeah,” he smiled as you shook your head. “are you coming to the concert tonight?”

“well, i did help organize it.”

“a simple yes would’ve sufficed, five star,” luke teased, relighting his cigarette. it was burning unevenly and luke was never one to waste his cigarettes. “you gonna watch us play?”

“don’t have a choice. dad wants me there the whole time.”

“you can act a little excited,” luke ran a hand through his curls, “we are pretty good, you know.”

“i know,” you hummed. the sun was beginning to set and there was a slight breeze in the air. goosebumps formed on your skin, the t-shirt and denim shorts you wore didn’t offer much comfort. you shivered, “i have listened to your music.”

“are you cold?”

your teeth chattered, but you shook your head, “i’m fine.”

luke took off his hoodie, tossing it in your direction, “take it.”

“no,” you tossed it back to him, “told you i’m good.”

always so stubborn, luke thought.

“if you catch a cold, that’s not on me,” he placed the hoodie on the bench between the two of you. “which songs have you listened to?”

“kilby girl, of course. it played on the radio so much when you guys first dropped it,” you said, remembering the days where you and your hometown friends would blast it in the car. it reminded you of high school, reckless decisions, life-long memories, and the thrill of knowing you were going to be playing the sport you’d worked so hard to excel in at a d1 level in the fall. you looked at him, sincerity in your eyes, “i really like family line. it might be my favorite.”

luke’s eyebrows shot up. not many people talked about family line. it was probably their least streamed song. they never performed the song on tour because it was difficult for luke to sing it. it was a personal song to him. it was inspired by his relationship with his father, or lack thereof.

when poisoned mercury first got signed to olympus records, luke sent a message to his dad on facebook. luke hadn’t tried to contact him since he was ten, not since his father returned his letter to him unopened, no response but a “return to sender” stamp plastered over the envelope. but after the small congratulatory party his mom set up for the band after they signed, luke felt like a little kid again, a kid who wanted to share the great news with his dad, so he found his dad on facebook, made an account, and sent him a message.

he didn’t get a reply, which was expected, but it felt good for a second to pretend that he had a father to tell his good news to. luke thought he didn’t care about whether or not his dad was proud of him, but when his message went from “sent” to “read” a few days later, he was brought back to those moments in his life when he cried and wondered why he wasn’t enough to make his dad stay. he wrote family line in one sitting, on his bed in his bedroom in connecticut, looking at the little league medals on his wall that seemed to mock him.

he originally didn’t want it on the album because he felt like it didn’t fit the vibe of the rest of the songs and that it was too real, too vulnerable for a debut album, but then he played it for his mom and she loved it. she cried when she first heard it and luke knew that even if people didn’t like the song, he was going to put it out for his mom.

“huh,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure, “wasn’t expecting that one. thought you’d be more of a crash my car type of girl.”

“i like that too,” you shrugged, “but family line. that song. i don’t think i have the words to describe it.”

“thanks, five star,” luke looked down at his feet, taking a puff from his dying cigarette. “that’s my mom’s favorite, too.”

“did you write it?”

luke nodded, looking to face you. there was a new expression on your face, one that you’d never used with him before. it was a mix of disbelief and awe. he tried not to get offended that you didn’t think he could write something like family line, but he couldn’t blame you. he didn’t really portray the type of person who would be able to be that raw and vulnerable on a song. “me and trav write the lyrics for our songs, mostly. chris and connor help too, but the bulk of the lyrics are me.”

“you need to stop doing that.”

he cocked his head to the side, crushing the cigarette butt on the hardware of the bench, “doing what?”

“surprising me,” you shook your head, “i don’t like it.”

“i don’t know what to tell you,” he chuckled, leaning back on the bench. he looked out into the lake, watching the sun disappear behind the mountains, “i have layers. you just gotta give me a chance.”

“how do you do it?” you sat criss cross on the bench, leaning against the arm rest. “how do you write like that?”

you’d always been curious about music, even if you weren’t good at it. your dad was never one to answer your questions, especially because you were interested in lyrics more than anything, and that wasn’t his forte.

luke mimicked your actions, “i dunno. personal experience, i guess?”

you frowned, thinking about the lyrics of family line. luke never talked about his dad, but spoke highly of his mom. was family line based on his own life? if it was, his dad was an asshole.

you relented to the cold, grabbing the hoodie that he left in between the two of you. you ignored the triumphant smile on his face when you draped the sweater over your bare legs, shielding them from the wind chills.

he continued, “sometimes things happen to me that get me worked up and i have to write a song about it. sometimes, it’s based on my imagination. it depends.”

you wanted to ask him about his dad, but you didn’t know if he considered you guys friends yet. it’s not like you made it easy for him anyway. you could deal with the banters and annoyance, but you didn’t want to push him to talk about something he wasn’t ready to. you could be a dick, but you weren’t cruel.

you changed the subject, “okay, let’s play a game.”

“21 questions?” luke bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh. he waggled his eyebrows, dodging your arm that reached out to smack him.

“you’re gross,” you gagged, knowing the implications of the game, “no, i’m gonna ask about the songs on your album and you tell me if it’s real life or from your imagination.”

“alright, go for it five star,” he beamed, propping his elbows on his crossed knees. he loved talking about music with anyone. he could go on and on for hours.

“18.”

“real,” luke snorted, remembering the first time travis pitched the idea for the song to the band, “but not my experience. it was trav. he met this girl at one of our gigs in new york, right after we got signed, and he was obsessed. she was a freshman at nyu and she kept telling him he was too young for her, even though she was just less than a year older. trav was hooked.”

you could picture it. it was definitely something travis would do. “okay, another one of my favorites. only angel?”

“not real,” luke shook his head, a slight blush creeping up on his face. “if you tell anyone, five star, i will vehemently deny it, but i had a crush on jade west from victorious and i wrote it about her.”

there was something about jade west that made luke like a love-sick puppy. ignoring the fact that she was hot, her attitude was something that luke was attracted to. she had a tough exterior and acted like she didn’t care about people, but she had her moments where she was soft and kind to the people she cared about the most. luke liked that. the idea that someone could be sensitive but only to the people they deemed worthy.

he’d spent so much of his life trying to be worthy, in whatever way the stage of his life defined it, and he craved it– a pat on the back, an approval, a confirmation that he was worthy of it.

you threw your head back laughing, surprised by his ridiculous confession. the sound of your laughter rang across the woods, making luke smile. your voice echoed throughout the trees and he his senses were surrounded by you. it hit luke like a truck.

he sucked in a breath, taking out his phone. he jolted from his seat for more than one reason. “shit, five star. we gotta go.”

you took out your phone too, checking the time. your eyes widened as you got up from your seat. you threw his hoodie over to him, “fuck, we’re late.”

the two of you raced out of the woods, arriving to the concert venue with flushed faces and rapid breaths. you could feel clarisse’s knowing eyes on you as you got ready for the concert. you tried your best to ignore it. you were going to deal with that later.

–

“and for the final event, i know you guys are looking forward to this one,” your dad laughed into the mic. the sun was long gone and there were disco lights illuminating the stage. a smoke machine was on either corner, making it difficult to see the bottom half of the stage. you and clarisse stood in the front row, listening to the deafening cheers of the campers. “ladies and gents, welcome poisoned mercury!”

the screams got louder which you didn’t even know was possible. travis entered the stage first, sticking his tongue out as he expertly twirled his drumsticks around his fingers. connor came in next, smiling and waving at the crowd as he plugged his guitar into the amp. chris walked in with his bass strapped around his neck, eyes immediately finding clarisse and sending her a shy smile. you nudged her teasingly, enjoying the way she blushed under the lights.

then luke castellan walked in. he ditched his hoodie and t-shirt and walked in with a white tank top on, messing with the curls on his head. he tugged on the silver necklace around his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd. he threw a wink to the group of the older girls in the back, turning to travis to let out a laugh at their reaction. the lights on the boys were blinding and a thin layer of sweat already began to form on their skin despite the bite to the air.

luke took center stage, picking up his guitar. he leaned over directly in front of you, fingers pretending to mess with the wires connecting his guitar to the speakers, “hey, five star.”

he straightened his back before you could reply. clarisse’s eyes darted between you and the boy, now nudging you like you did to her earlier. you rolled your eyes, smiling at the rest of the boys as luke began talking on the mic.

“what’s up, camp half blood?” luke screamed into the mic. the crowd roared. “we’re poisoned mercury and we are so happy to be with you guys here this summer. before we close out this awesome concert, i wanna introduce our lovely band.”

“on drums, we have the one and only, travis stoll!” luke turned around to applaud travis as he did a little drum solo, head banging as he hit the drums. he turned to connor, “on lead guitar, we have the amazing connor stoll!”

connor strummed his guitar, leaning over on the left side to soak in the applause of the crowd. the girls beside you swooned as he unleashed one of his award-winning smiles.

luke faced chris, “and on bass, we have my very best friend in the entire world, my 4lifer, chris rodriguez!” clarisse cheered loudly for chris as he played a tune on his bass, mouthing, “love you, brother,” to luke as he played. the crowd quited for a second as luke addressed them again, “and my name is luke castellan. we’re poisoned mercury!”

you turned around to look at the crowd. the size of the crowd tripled when the boys got on stage. everyone had a smile on their face, excited to hear them play.

“the song we’ll be singing for you guys today is from our debut album,” luke adjusted his mic on the stand. he got closer to it, lips touching the metal, “this is only angel.”

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their song choice. this was not the song they were supposed to sing. they’d been rehearsing kilby girl for the past week. luke saw your reaction, laughing along with you.

the instrumentals began and you nearly missed the beat drop because of the cheers from the crowd. as the song progressed, the boys were one with the music. you watched luke sing, working the crowd like a pro. his skin glistened under the spotlight, beads of sweat tricking down the side of his face. he approached chris when the chorus started, dragging his mic stand with him. he swung his guitar around so it rested on his back as he sang the lyrics. his curls were sticking to his forehead, eyebrows raised in glee as he performed.

you couldn’t take your eyes off the lead singer, not even when the rest of the band had their own solos in the song. your eyes were glued on luke; how his adam’s apple was on full display as he threw his head back, getting lost in the music, how his arms flexed as he wrapped the mic cord around his fist, how his thin tank top stuck to his body and how it raised when he lifted his arm up to bring the mic closer to his lips. you saw the outline of his abdomen and his v-line.

but what really got you was his face. he looked at peace on stage, a wide smile on his face, full lips pink and glossy as he licked them in between verses. he looked incredible up there, like that was where he belonged. he was born to be on stage like this.

“fuck,” you mumbled, applauding at the end of their song. luke’s eyes found yours as he sang the last bit of the song, smiling at you. you hoped clarisse couldn’t hear you talk to yourself. you looked down at your feet, tugging nervously on the collar of your shirt, “i get it now.”

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hollewdz · 1 month

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Quinn and Jaz - Ch 1

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Quinn sometimes wondered if she was cursed.

Not with a big, life-altering curse; she didn’t believe she was important enough for one of those. She wondered if someone, somewhere, decided she was worth fucking with, and decided, every day, to do little things to make her life just that much harder. Right now, she was wondering if this mystery-being decided to make her bus late.

Pacing a circle into the snow at the bus stop, a flash of ice bit at Quinn’s heel. Looking down, she saw a pathetic old winter boot, ripped at the seam and gulping in muddy ice slush.

“Because the bus being late just wasn’t fun enough, huh?” she griped, trying and failing to shake the ice from her boot. She hated this. Hated these long, exhausting days of classes and overtime shifts, which would have been bearable, if the damn bus was even half as efficient as she was.

A long, forced sigh shot into the air in a dramatic cloud. Instead of standing around for 20 minutes in the cold for a slimy bus, she could walk for 15 minutes back to her apartment. It would suck, but at least she could choose the suckiness she had to deal with. Briskly trudging her way through the slush and muck on the cracked sidewalks home, chunky snowflakes began drifting through the air around her. Quinn wanted to cry, but refused to permit herself the catharsis. She’d been through so much worse; and heavy college textbooks, a long shift at Shelly’s, a late bus, a broken shoe and walking in the snow was nothing compared to that.

This isn’t for forever, Quinn’s calming mantra surfaced in her mind. It’s not even for the next 20 minutes. Get home and you can take a steaming hot shower and have some soup.

Slowing to a stop at a crosswalk, Quinn nearly tripped on a wet heap of something piled right next to the crosswalk button. What the hell? After mashing the button a few times, she used her good boot to shove some of the snow away. A pile of soaking wet clothes, some sneakers and an expensive-looking bag stared back glumly at her.

Who would strip in this weather? Crouching down to balance sitting on her ankles, she unzipped the bag and rummaged through it. Tugging out a heavy metal clip wallet, tapped out the cards to see that this bag -and presumably outfit- belonged to…

“...Jasper Ross” she breathed absent-mindedly. Why does that sound familiar? Quinn was hardly a socialite, and she only knew the names of the people she had to deal with for projects and such. There was a sudden stirring from the pile of clothes. With a yelp reminiscent of a scared chihuahua, Quinn splashed clumsily from her half-perch-half-crouch into a slush of muddy ice. Oh God, a rat?? Not even caring that her backside was now soaking wet, Quinn tried and failed to push herself away from the nest of laundry, her old worn boots refusing to grip the ice. Then, she heard the most peculiar noise that gave her pause- an almost unhearable, muffled shout came from within the pile of clothes. “What the fuck?! Where am I?”

Quinn’s eyes grew wide as she saw a… a… tiny guy. There was a tiny guy, emerging from the pile in front of her. Frozen in place, Quinn couldn’t tear her eyes away, she needed to download every bit of information about this new phenomena in front of her.

He looked proportionate, and fit. Even, golden-brown skin with a mop of dark brown hair. He seemed to be assessing his surroundings, hands exploring the fabric around him. He could have been muttering something, too, but Quinn wasn’t close enough to hear. Miniscule eyes finally swiveled towards Quinn, and for a moment Quinn thought he looked quite a lot like an action figure with how still he went. His face slowly traced from her boots to finally meet her bewildered gaze.

A long silence yawned between the two- Quinn had no idea how to approach this situation. Usually she’d blame her awkward personality, but she figured most people would be struggling for words right about now. Thankfully, she didn’t need to worry about what to say.

“Oh hell no,” the man said with an exasperated groan. He began to rub his eyes vigorously. Quinn blinked. “Excuse me?” “Hey, lady, um, I think my vision is fucked. You look absolutely massive,” the man stated plainly. He righted himself and offered another comment, “And not in, like, a fat way. It’s like, a sky-scraper, ‘massive’ way. You think you could call an ambulance for me? That bitch from last night probably drugged me.” She ignored anything that could have been implied. Quinn’s throat had gone dry from the cold, but she managed to force out a response.

“Your vision has nothing to do with it. You’re, like, a borrower, dude,” Quinn half laughed. She had no clue how to react to this. The laughter built into a chuckle, then a full-blown fit. “W-what the fuck!” She managed to say between laughs of disbelief. She slapped her gloved hands firmly clasped over her mouth, failing to quell her convulsive laughter. She felt a heat begin to rise in her face, and darted her eyes along the street, head on a swivel. Thank god there’s no people around. “Lady, you’re a total psycho,” the diminutive man offered, going back to scrubbing his eyes.

A lazy snowflake slowly drifted down and planted atop the man’s head. Quinn steadied her breathing, watching him reach up and break a bit of the snowflake off in a crystal shard and then melt in his doll-sized hand.

“Hm.” He started shivering then, enough for Quinn to notice. In fact, her own jeans had been soaking in ice-water since she slipped, and it was becoming very clear she needed to take control of the situation before things got worse.

Drawing in a deep breath and loosing a cloud of fog into the chilled air, Quinn composed herself as well as she could manage. Chill out, he’s just…some guy. A very, very small guy, but still, she thought. She closed her eyes and breathed, then looked back to the doll-sized man. “Are you Jasper Ross?” she asked, holding up his wallet and sliding out his ID for him to see.

“First of all, looking through other peoples’ things is pretty invasive- but yes, that’s me. Secondly,” he pointed at her, “no one calls me ‘Jasper’. Ew. It’s Jaz.” He ran his hands over the folded cloth in front of him to dry his hands, and started rubbing his arms sharply. “Seriously, it’s too fucking cold out.”

Quinn started feeling a bit bad for Jasper- or, Jaz, despite him being all sorts of rude. He was the size of a hamster, of course the cold would be biting at him hard. “Do you have any place I could take you to-”

“No,” Jaz shot, slumping into a grumble. “No I don’t.”

“For real?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I would offer to take you to, like, the police, but I don’t think you’d like it there, either.”

“So you’re abducting me?”

“I’ll take you to the police station if you want.”

Jaz thought for a moment. “Yeah, I’d rather not be a lab rat. Do you have a place?”

“Wuh- me?” Quinn sat back again, but this time in shock at how forward he was being. A gust of icy wind made her shudder, and the cold concrete was making her legs go numb. “I-I mean, I do have a place, but-”

“Perfect, take me there.”

“I’m not ready for, uh, company-”

“Lady, I’m about to freeze to death, that doesn’t matter.”

Quinn pursed her lips, holding her breath. He does look like he’s in the early stages of popsicle… And, realistically, what’s the worst that can happen? Pinching the crease between her brows and sighing, she shifted and replaced the wallet in the bookbag. “Fine. Just let me plan out how to carry everything, alright?”

“Roger that, Goliath,” Jaz shot back, gathering fabric to cloak himself, making him look even smaller than before. “What is your name, anyway, lady?”

Quinn was unamused by Jaz’s nickname. “What a skill, you guessed it right on the very first try. People usually say I look more like a Gulliver, though.” She finished packing up Jaz’s bag and swung it over her vacant shoulder. How should I tackle the clothes?

“I think you look like a perfect Goliath. Same stature, and all,” Jaz quipped.

“Quinn. Is my, uh, name,” she offered lamely, rolling her eyes. “So. I assume you’re naked. And you’re standing in the middle of the clothes. I dunno what to do, champ.”

“You can’t just grab everything all at once?”

She gave a huff, “All of that shit is like 20 pounds, it’s soaked. Maybe I can shove it in your bag? I don’t want to ruin anything-”

“Just do that, then, I can get a new bag.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide at how wasteful of a thought that was, even if he could have been joking. She was slightly angry on behalf of the bag. “Whatever, it’s your shit. You want to go in the bag too?”

“You literally just said it’s freezing and soaked.”

“Well then I guess you’re walking,” Quinn huffed, growing tired of his less-than-pleasant attitude.

“Can’t you just…” Jaz trailed off, eyeing her gloved hands. He lingered there, and… gulped? Quinn couldn’t really tell. “What if you let me have your glove?”

“You’re naked.”

“And freezing.”

Quinn looked down at her left hand for a long, disgusted moment. The gloves were the only things she had that were actually high quality- a gift from her younger brother. Her eyes scrunched tight at the thought of them being treated the same way this guy treated his bag. She summoned her courage, “You have to be clean. If you get them dirty you own me new ones.”

“God, is that not obvious? Anyway hurry it up, this isn’t funny anymore. It’s getting actually painful to be this cold.”

Quinn was surprised by how quickly he offered to pay for the gloves, and would have been suspicious he was lying if not for how disinterested he seemed by it. She pushed a finger under the cuff of her left glove, got it halfway up her hand, then pinched and tugged the glove off from her middle finger. She quickly went to lay it down next to Jaz, but stuttered when she saw how her hands truly dwarfed him.

Quinn had never felt big, compared to anything before. Even though she was taller than average, her nature was to minimize herself; withdraw until no one could tell she took up any space at all. So much of her life was dedicated to remaining unseen, that she might have convinced herself that she didn’t even exist.

Maybe that was why she grew queasy at seeing the truly baffling difference in size between them, why she felt more than ever that she had to shrink smaller than this finger-sized man before her. She basically lost sight of him behind her hand, as if there wasn’t a tiny person in the heap of clothing at all.

She ripped her hands back from the glove as if it had burned her, “Whatever, don’t worry about the glove. Just get in and yell when you’re good to go.” She slouched and waited for him to call out, shrugging his bag back to the ground and unzipping it. She heard a muffled Okay let’s get a move on, and she pinched the opening of the glove to hover it above the clothes, then used her free hand to quickly and clumsily shove the sopping outfit into his really nice bag.

She was able to ignore that queasy feeling with Jaz out of sight, thankfully. She tried to be as careful as she could standing up, figuring the best way to keep her gloves clean was to give Jaz a steady ride so he wouldn’t blow chunks, and she slipped the glove gingerly into one of her winter coat’s inner pockets. Still, the thought of Jaz spilling his guts didn’t stop her from basically jogging home- the promise of soup had never been so desirable.

__________ Chapter 2

This drawing is from like, 2020 and is definitely more of a concept image than 100% accurate X] I'll have to redraw it! I've actually been sitting on this story for so long, and I've gone back and forth about whether or not I wanted to do a comic or not, I just decided "fuck it write the damn thing and go from there" so here we are! :3

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midgardianminx · 3 months

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Reckless Abandon

Pairing: Hobie Brown x female reader

Summary: You and Hobie had "grown up," but that doesn't mean you're immune to making some questionable decisions.

Rating: Explicit (18+) - Smutty smut. Minors be gone.

Notes: Listen, don't fuck in grimy venue restrooms. You don't know the last time they've seen hot water and a mop. Written on my phone per usual. All mistakes are my own.

Cross-posted on AO3

You and Hobie had long outgrown your wild youth. Still fun, but less reckless. It’s what happened right? Just a typical progression of life. Plus your wild past had thrown you into large responsibilities earlier than either of you had planned. But you’d both been able to grow and adapt together.

It had been years since Hobie played a gig. Sure the group would get together every now and then when schedules allowed in order to let off some steam and practice their old sets, but performing gigs had not been a priority for a long time, but this opportunity was one Hobie couldn’t pass up. The gig was at your old stomping grounds and everyone was able to get together for it. Hobie had been buzzing with energy the entire week as the gig approached. It was a small show, mostly for old time’s sake, but the excitement was palpable.

You could tell Hobie had been nervous upon stepping into the venue, but as soon as Hobie stepped onto what was considered to be the “stage” all the nerves evaporated. Hobie settled into that old persona so easily and it was captivating to watch. You’d found yourself almost breathless at his presence, he’d always been a force to be reckoned with, but over the years you’d forgotten just how striking he could be when he commanded the stage. Then he found you. The lighting in the room was shit, but that didn’t stop his eyes from locking onto yours. This was the person you’d spent the last decade plus with, but fuck if that look didn’t go straight to your cunt. And he knew, he fucking knew exactly what he was doing.

…which is how you found yourself here. Bent over, skirt hiked up around your waist, palms pressed to the graffiti covered wall with Hobie thrusting deep inside from behind.

“Fuck love, squeezing me so tight. Better bite down harder on that belt, the whole fucking place can hear ya whining for my cock. Bet there’s a line outside right now, knowing exactly what you’re doing right now.”

You couldn’t help the flutter of your walls at that. The thought of being caught had always been something that turned you on, and Hobie had always used that to his advantage.

“Fuckin’ knew it. Still just as filthy and needy as the day we met eh?”

A needy whine slipped from your lips, Hobie’s belt nearly slipping from between your teeth. You couldn’t form a coherent thought if your life depended on it. Your orgasm was barreling toward you. Hobie knew all your tells and reached his hand around and put those fingers to good use, knowing exactly the pressure and pace to apply to your clit. And you were done. Hobie’s belt clattered to the floor as you let out a cry. Words incoherent, begging for more while it was simultaneously too much.

Hobie was right behind you, his pumping becoming erratic before he found his end. You could feel his hot cum spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs. “Fuck…so fucking perfect. Makin’ a mess all over me huh love?”

Hobie pressed gentle kisses down the back of your neck as he eased out of you, using his fingers to push his cum back inside of you, causing your whole body to shiver. When he finally spun you back around to face him, the world had begun to come back into focus and though your chest was still heaving, your breathing was slowly starting to mellow out. Your cheeks were heated and your legs were quivering. Yeah you’d just been thoroughly fucked in a dingy bathroom, but you felt so good, so safe, so loved. It’s how you’d always felt with Hobie, and although you’d both grown and evolved over the years, that part had never changed.

“Right love. Now that the whole place knows how good ya are to me, let’s get you home so I can really take my time with ya.”

#hobie brown x you #hobie brown x reader #hobie brain rot #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown smut #hobie brown fanfiction

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FOUR TIMES YOU WERE STRUCK INCAPABLE OF IMAGINING YOUR LIFE WITHOUT EDDIE MUNSON

(+ one, of the many, where he felt the same about you)

part of the hellfire & ice universe eddie munson x f!reader, reader is nicknamed lacy, you know the drill, minors dni only warnings are for fluff and eddie and lacy being cute and in denial word count: 2k tagging @chiefbonkpruneegg happy birthday pal <3 enjoy this nonsense

TRACK ONE: LET'S STICK WITH TELEVISION FOR TWO HUNDRED, ALEX

You and Eddie balance on either side of Ronnie Ecker's couch like faithful gargoyles, armed with soup and homework. Ronnie's caught the worst end of some green-gooed virus, so you two have taken it upon yourselves to deliver the necessities; tomato soup with extra hot sauce ("To snot out the demons," quoth Eddie) and history homework. But something on the television sucked you both right in, Poltergeist style, as you entered the Ecker trailer. Some hot young thing called Alex Trebek, captaining the maiden voyage of a brand new Jeopardy.

"You know who would kill on this show?" Eddie says, settling himself on the armrest to Ronnie's sniffling left.

"Guh, who?" Ronnie asks, huffing the steaming vapors of the spicy tomato soup like it's paint fumes.

You're pitched on the other armrest, pointing the rolled up history homework toward the screen. "What is the White H--US Treasury, are you fucking stupid?! Have these people never seen a twenty dollar bill before? What is the White House!"

You toss a glance over to Ronnie and Eddie for reassurance, just in time to catch them sharing a look. A good ol' Lacy know-it-all look. "Oh, shut up. as if I have more useless information rattling around in my brain than--"

Both you and Eddie snap at the TV in unison, "Who is Elvis Presley!"

Your turn to share a look. Game on? Game on.

It rolls on like that for a couple of categories, Ronnie sipping her soup straight from the container between you, hiding a smile as you and Eddie gradually bark louder and louder. Who are the Marx Brothers! What is 'break a leg'! Who was Napoleon!

"What, you're paying attention in History all of a sudden?"

"I'm a solid C student thanks to you, baby."

It occurs to you suddenly and begrudgingly and all at once; Eddie's right. You would kill on this show. But more than that, you want to wipe the floor and wring Eddie Munson out like the mop that he is.

"The greeting which opened each episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents."

"What is," both of you, in perfect Hitchcock tonality and without missing a beat, "Gooooood eeeeevening."

TRACK TWO: LIKE IF BECKY SHARP WAS FRIENDS WITH A BIG GOOFY HOUND DOG

Your first honest-to-god paycheck from the Bookstore was a fat wad of tens and singles plus change and it was handed to you in a brown paper bag. Invest this wisely, said Ivana, so of course, you followed your heart and your hard earned cash directly to the thrift store.

The front bell ding-a-lings and you walk through the door holding your moneybag aloft like the biggest, blue ribbon winning-est gourd at the county fair. You are proud as hell, because you did this! On your own! This isn't your daddy's money, this isn't the result of a once-toyed with idea that you might make a really good cat burglar, this was yours all yours!

"Put that down already! It's like you're wearing a sign saying mug me!" Eddie, bringing up the rear, yanks your arm back down by your side.

You laugh, mirthful and Hepburnian. "More like try me! I'm a working woman now, Eddie! I can hold my own! I can buy boots, guilt free, no strings, no blood money!"

"Uh-huh. consider that glass ceiling of having an after school job well and truly," he picks up a lamp from the scarcely populated homewares section, mimes slow-motion smashing it, "shattered!"

"Plus!" you cheerily pivot on your heel, a spring in your step that cannot be unsprung, even by Eddie's welcome to the real world, jackass flavored attempts. "Who would ever dare try and rob me when I've got a big, tough guard doggy like you three feet behind me at all times?"

Eddie's eyes narrow, like he's not all the way peachy keen on how you've pointed out your inseparability. But. He doesn't deny it either. A broken-stringed tennis racket bops you on the head.

"You owe me gas money."

"Shut up, please. I am shopping."

TRACK THREE: BUSTER MOVES

We'll always have the movies.

You sit, glassy-eyed, in your regular seats at the Hawk as The Cook starring Buster Keaton ticks along on the screen ahead of you. This Keaton retrospective, which you had been looking forward to for weeks, which you had been threatening to drag Eddie to for weeks, is going down a little... bland.

Not even that over-the-shoulder gaze that has Keaton beaming lasers of lust right into Virginia Rappe's skull adds any spice. You don't even bring up the whole scandal with her and Fatty Arbuckle, which would ordinarily be fertile territory to plow through with Eddie as a rapt audience.

In fact, you don't even tell him to kick his feet off the seats.

You've zoned out, because you still have the chill of the penitentiary's visiting quarters under your skin. Your dad and his cruelty that the bulletproof glass couldn't dull. The usual escape to the movies bit isn't doing the trick.

Then, you feel shaggy waves tickling your shoulder.

"I can do that."

"What?"

Directly in front of you, Buster is giving it his best Salome, his dance moves all angles. This display of pure deadpan goofiness was what made you obsess over Keaton in the first place, falling head over heels for a man who kicked it long before you were born.

And to your immediate left, you have Eddie Munson in your ear, telling you, "I can do that."

"No you can't," you say, and it doesn't sound like half the challenge it usually would.

Then, in a jolt that makes the whole row of rickety theater seats shake, Eddie's on his feet and stripping off his jacket. And before you can utter some totally perfunctory what're you... he's hot footing it down the steps to the splash zone, the front row, of the screen.

"You know I've seen this movie a million times?" Eddie says, projecting his voice right out like he's performing a one man show. Munson: Meditations on Dumbassery. You sit upright, glancing around to double-triple check that you're definitely alone in the screen. And you are-- Hawkins doesn't have as much a taste for the non-talkies as you do. And you were pretty sure that Eddie didn't either, and yet...

"Are you serious?" you ask, a laugh starting at the back of your throat.

"Does this look like a call and response? Let the maestro work, please," Eddie chides you over his shoulder, turning his back and hopping in place like a boxer about to take the ring.

And then, all of a sudden, he's... dancing? Sort of? Well, he's certainly moving his body, but it's nothing like what Buster's doing, and it's nothing like anyone's ever possibly done and not been hospitalized for, because the way his limbs are moving is borderline inhuman and you are laughing. Laughing, laughing, laughing in a way that feels like Eddie reaching right through the fog of your horrible, dissociative feelings and bringing you back into the light.

You toss popcorn at him and he totally fails to catch it in his mouth, his face lit up in shades of black and white by the projection.

"A million times, huh?"

Eddie, breathless, shrugs, "Alright, I lied. But you laughed."

Point to Munson.

TRACK FOUR: LIBERATING MY MAGAZINES

It was a favor that he'd agreed to before you even offered to buy him breakfast after, a favor that didn't need sweetening up. As his van rolled into Loch Nora, Eddie's brows knit a little bit-- and you wondered how much of him regretted saying yes so hastily.

"On a scale of one to felony..."

Your house hadn't been sold yet. Repossessed, sure, but not sold. It stood there, darkened and quiet and gathering dust and the sheer sight of it being the only house on your street with an overgrown lawn made your chest feel tight. You bet the neighbors had something to say about that. You bet the neighbors had a lot to say about you. Curtains were no doubt twitching when you and Eddie pulled up in front of your old driveway.

"It's fine. It's my stuff, anyway."

About a half hour later, Eddie drops a pile of slightly-weather beaten copies of Rolling Stone bearing your name and old address onto a table in the diner, the remnants of your now-cancelled subscription.

"You gotta wonder what they're putting in that new print format that kept those things from totally composting."

"Thank god they didn't! I need to finish that Tom Wolfe serial or I'll die," you declare as he picks up a menu and you rifle through the pile. "Order whatever. It's on me."

Eddie snorts. You're still carting around that dwindling brown bag of cash. "You don't have to do that."

"No," you say, eyes darting around to anywhere but his face, "but I want to. For helping me to liberate my magazines."

"Lace. I'd happily liberate your magazines without the promise of pancakes," his mouth twists into this little grin you can't help but think of as sweet, "but they do help."

"Order enough to keep us here for a while," you say, and pass him a Rolling Stone.

The next while passes silently between you two, passing issues back and forth until one of you picks out something the two of you can fight about. Eddie twists his rings around when he's reading; you gather this from the looks you keep sneaking.

It feels eerily relaxed. Slightly domestic. And by the end, over-caffeinated with the way you two are soundlessly cackling over an imagined world where the cover of Springsteen's Born in the USA isn't an ass shot, but a full-frontal dick shot. "But where does he put the flag?!"

It's one way to kill a Saturday.

SECRET SONG: SWAPPING NOTES

In the relentless waves of the morning crush to get to his next class, he almost misses you-- just like he'd like to almost miss this next class. But then, there you are with freshly-manicured nails digging into his elbow.

For whatever reason, you've taken it upon yourself to make sure that Eddie Munson doesn't skip! At least, where you can help it.

"Yoohoo! Spanish is this way," you say, reorienting him in the right direction in that insistent little way that you do. Eddie's pretty sure that if he sat on you, you'd snap, yet he lets you completely manipulate his clearly superior physical strength anyway.

"We're not in Spanish together!" he tries, a last ditch to get you to turn around so he can ditch.

"No, but French is juste par là so you are pas de chance, my friend!" you tell him with a stare that says I've been tracking your movements like a hunter, dumbass. See my big spear? From that gargantuan folder you're clutching, you dig out a paper. "I have that thing you wanted me to look at."

"Sssshut up, I don't need everyone to know," Eddie flushes. It's not homework he begged to copy from you for once. It is actually this comparative essay that he actually thinks he might not have completely screwed up. But he kind of wanted a professional not-screwer-upper-of-homework's point of view, so... that's why your little red pen marks are all over it.

"Why, whose reputation am I sparing?" He sees your point. You are basically walking arm in arm with him. You. "But, y'know, I was right about you! The thought is there, the execution just needs a little fine tuning."

"So it was..."

"Not amazing! But not awful. I've done my edits and you can just copy as per-- but absorb them, please, okay? Learn something?"

Eddie's head rolls back on his neck with this petulant groan and he almost clocks a freshman at elbow level, shaking his arms in total frustration. God, now you were giving him homework on top of his homework? He should have just paid you to do the homework!

"I hate when you want me to better myself! Shit!"

"Well!" you say, in that bright, adorable, annoyingly-self satisfied way, "I wouldn't do it if I didn't see potential, so suck on that."

#published by powder #e. munson by powder #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x oc #edlacy #blurbs #need to stop tagging things over 2k as 'blurb'#anwayy your honor i LOVE THEMMMMM this is just silly and fun #cba making a banner i'm too tired #hai brainrot #l. doevski by powder

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Heart-Stealer | Law x Gn! Reader

A/N: I will be utilizing my all-time favorite trope for this: the “there’s only one bed” trope! Yes, it’s cheesy. No, I do not care. As a side note, I wrote this for an OC I made, but I’m rewriting it bc I know no one would read it if I left it as is.

CONTENT INCLUDES: …sharing a bed (it’s sfw, just cuddling)

“Are you sure this is okay, Law?” You ask with a crack in your voice. “I can always bug the staff for a new room…”

“It’s fine, y/n-ya”, Law replies, “I’d rather us stick together here.”

“Fair enough,” you sigh, moving your gaze up nervously towards the top of the elevator. Maybe if you hadn’t decided to accompany your captain on a trip at the last possible second, the single-bed hotel room issue would’ve been solved. Alas, the two pirates have a long night ahead of them.

I hope Law doesn’t hear my heart pounding against my chest right now…

It was a very nice hotel room; whether Law actually legally rented it or threatened a few lives for it, you didn’t know. It doesn’t matter, either, as you admire the luxury that lies before you. Nice going, captain, you remarks to yourself. Life has been new and exciting since you joined the heart pirates recently; you’d even go as far as to say it’s the best decision you’ve made in life so far. The only downside is that you’ve properly fallen for the sadistic captain, the surgeon of death, the literal heart stealer. It feels like an unspoken rule to not fall for your pirate captain, especially if he’s notorious and stands above most typical pirates. It’s not like you were trying to catch feelings for Law; he’s an anomaly in the way he makes you stop dead in your tracks, unable to move under his gaze as if he’d bound you with sea prism stone. You didn’t realize you had been lost in thought for a little too long until the man of interest interrupts your thoughts.

“You should take a shower first, y/n-ya,” he offers, placing himself on a smooth, leather swivel chair with a book already in hand.

You perk up upon hearing his voice cut the painful silence, sweet honey in your ears. “‘Kay”, you give Law a small smile before collecting your things.

The shower was, to no surprise, heavenly after having to shower in a metal box underwater for some weeks. After taking off your clothing and jewelry, you allow the deliciously hot water and its steam to envelop you and wash the day’s worries away. After stepping out, you change into a black tank top and plaid sleep shorts and gather your toiletries to finish your nightly routine. Placing yourself at a vanity, you turn to Law behind you.

“Shower’s all yours,” you smile, trying not to linger your gaze too long as Law swings his lengthy figure off the desk and carefully places his book down. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you try not to imagine the intimacy of having such a gorgeous man sleep next to you, even if not in a sexual context. To have him close, feel his presence intoxicate you and lull you to sleep like a drug: it’s something you’ve wished upon a star for.

Moments pass as you dry your hair until the bathroom door slides open. revealing Law in just a pair of sweatpants, his signature hat nowhere to be seen, replaced by a wet mop of jet-black hair. For a fleeting moment, you admire the mosaic of tattoos adorning his tanned skin before whipping your head back to focus on your nightly routine, finally placing the hair dryer down beside yourself. You blink a few times, noticing a rosy shade of pink dusting your pale cheeks and eyes wide enough to hold mini hearts. Soon after, you see Law approach you from behind in the mirror, his chest almost grazing your head as he reaches over to unplug the hair dryer, gingerly gathering it to use himself. The faint scent of hotel soap, mild tangerine and white tea float above you and dizzy your already jumbled senses as he walks back to the bathroom. You sit there in mild shock at the tiny gesture, thinking that Law seemed to linger there for a moment longer than needed. No matter what he did, Law was your own personal siren; your one true opponent in a world you once thought you conquered.

After some internal pep talk, you walk over to the bed, propping yourself up on two pillows as you nestle under thin, white blankets with a book in hand. You immediately feel the bed sink, signaling that Law has done the same, presumably with a book covering medicine.

“Uh… what are you reading?” Law cuts into the tension.

“It’s a book on the geography of the new world,” you respond, your nose still in said book (though you’re not entirely paying attention to it, as talking to Law is much more enthralling). “A pirate on the Oro Jackson wrote it. Not an easy find.”

“I can imagine it wasn’t easy. You’re into geography?” Law pries his gaze off his book.

“Not particularly. I just thought the book seemed interesting. Besides, the knowledge could help us.”

“Thanks for the research, but I think we’re good. I trust Bepo as a navigator.” Law gives a ghost of a smile at the last remark, either at the thought of his best friend or the sentiment of you helping him.

“What about you? Another doctor book?” you inquire, scanning the cover of the book in Law’s hands.

“Yeah. This one’s about medicinal herbs, I’m thinking about finding some on the islands we’ll come across.”

“You’re very dedicated to your work,” you compliment your crush with a glimmer in your eyes. Law’s commitment is truly admirable; you adore how intelligent he is.

“I guess,” Law shrugs. He yawns, placing the book on the nightstand beside him. “Mind if I turn the light off? We need to wake up early.”

“I don’t mind,” you say quietly, the beating of your heart becoming a little too loud for your liking as the reality of your situation sets in.

Does he feel even a bit the same way that I do right now?

Law reaches over to turn off the lamp next to him, leaving the light of the full moon to creep through sheer curtains, beautifully illuminating his sharp features. Law lies on his back, decorated arms crossed at his stomach, and you mirror him, even if it’s not the way you typically lie down to sleep. Silence passes, both parties secretly not sleeping a wink.

“Does it ever bother you?” You start, letting your words reverberate into the unfamiliar pitch black room. “It seems like the entire world is watching you. You were already a monster rookie to begin with, and now you’re a damn warlord.”

There’s silence for a few seconds, then you hear Law stir a bit. “You could say the same about yourself. You joined my crew, after all.”

You smirk, turning your head to the side. Though you can’t see him too well, your heart swells at the thought of your face being so close to his. You silently thank the gods that you’re able to see such a handsome man this close, even with his heavy eyes and messy hair.

“I don’t think about it much. I guess it’s because I’ve been scrutinized all my life that it doesn’t bother me. I did this to myself, after all.”

“I assume you have your own reasons for being a warlord, but I won’t pry,” you respond softly.

“You’ll find out eventually. We have to face it all pretty soon,” Law sighs. “It’ll be a lot to handle.” Whatever baggage he has, you can tell it claws at him, even now.

“We’re pirates, Law, we handle tough situations all the time. I’m… happy to go through it for your sake. I mean, for the sake of the crew.” Way to cover that up at the end.

Law smiles, genuinely, at your last remark, though the darkness covers it and he turns his head to the side so you won’t see. He conceals his feelings most of the time, but when he’s truly thankful, it shows. And for you, he is eternally grateful for.

The moonlight of the night before is long forgotten as the morning sun engulfs the hotel room, filling your senses just enough to pull you out of slumber. To your surprise, you’re no longer at one edge of the bed, but in the middle, wrapped in Law’s arms as if you never woke up from your dream. Your eyes widen completely, breath hitching in your throat as you feel Law stir awake and see the same shock in his eyes as soon as they open. You both scramble away from each other, mumbled apologies escaping raspy morning voices as you gather yourselves.

“I uh,” you start, “did not intend on that. I swear.” Shit, he definitely felt my heartbeat.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Law shakes his head awake, trying to understand why it felt so wrong to pry himself away from your warmth. He looks over to see you slightly shivering, clearly at a loss from warmth as well.

He hesitates before his next proposal. “Come here, you’re cold,” he says, extending his arm out. You pause as well, not believing your ears, before slowly bringing yourself back into Law’s chest, his arms gingerly wrapping back around you. You’re both stiff for a few moments, the rhythms of two hearts like taiko drums in the otherwise silent room.

“Is this okay, y/n-ya?” Law whispers into your hair, still stiff against you.

You smile weakly into his skin. “Yeah, it is. Don’t do this for me, though.”

“I’m not.”

Your heart leaps at the confession of Law actually wanting to be this close to you, and your shoulders finally relax into his touch as you allow yourself to relish in his warmth. He follows suit, pulling you a little closer and closing his eyes in serenity. Silence follows again as you both become overwhelmed in the feeling of touch, limbs entangled and gentle grazes of hands on skin sending you both to heaven. It doesn’t take long until you both accidentally succumb to sleep once again, and miss the free breakfast Law had intended to wake up on time for. The extra time together more than makes up for it, though.

#one piece #one piece x reader #law one piece #one piece x y/n #law x you #law x y/n #law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #law fluff #Addi write something other than slowburn romance challenge failed #loopdelta #anime fanfic #anime

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mysticmellowlove · 4 months

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Roasted Beans - Daily Routine

warnings; nasty yan, gross yan, yan male, sub yan, gn reader, cum eating, non-con, oblivious reader,

note; i'm building a catalogue of yans now! bowen, lex/noel, seth, my secret project ;) and now cutie-pie oliver!

It's easy to hide what I do during the autumn months. Everyone loves caramel in autumn. It's easy to hide cum in their caramel latte. It was part of the reason why I liked autumn so much.

Working as a barista in a local cafe wasn't the best job but for what I wanted to accomplish it was perfect. No cities, no bustle, predictable customers and old women who like to tell me about their grandchildren. It was a completely straightforward day. It was perfect for someone who wanted to simply float on by, enjoy their life and relax to watch the world pass. Someone like me, exactly like me.

A smile crossed my face as the bell to the family-owned coffee shop and book cafe opened. There they were in all their glory, their overalls fastened with a knot instead of a buckle. They had told me once that some of the horses had gotten a bit wild. This was one of the reasons I loved working here. My favourite farmhand came in around twelve every day to treat themselves to a latte and something to bite.

"Welcome back." I smiled warmly as they made their way up to the counter, making sure to wipe their boots at the door even though I told them I didn't mind mopping up any residual mud. They grinned at me as they leaned against the counter, their muscles bulging from all the farm work. I had to take deep breaths to calm myself.

"And good morning to you too Oliver." They hummed as they fished their wallet out of their pant pockets. I already knew what drink they would order but they often changed their food item for something special. I swallowed as I watched them scan the display case.

"I'll have one of the cupcakes today I think." They grinned as they pointed to the small ball-like carrot cakes I had baked this morning. I beamed, I had made them a very special one actually. I was hoping they would choose the cupcakes.

"Right then, a cupcake and a latte, salted caramel right?" I wondered as I punched in their total, making sure to add a little discount. It wasn't as if I was babying them, I just wanted them to have some extra cash... of course it was a little selfish though. Extra cash in the bank meant the possibility of a little present for me, or at least that's what I hoped. I knew they liked me, they called me 'sweetheart' sometimes. Jokingly albeit but the hind mind was a powerful force.

"Sure thing." They nodded and tapped their beat-up card before sending me a little mock salute as they went to their usual table. I buzzed as I walked over to the coffee machine, they were in the counter's blind spot which wasn't that great for me. I couldn't watch them enjoy the things I had made but... that meant that there was no way they would know about the extra touch I added to their drinks. My face warmed at the thought.

Since it was such a small cafe there weren't any other attendees today, which again was perfect. Usually around lunchtime the owners would dip down to the primary school and take their daughter out for lunch. I was completely alone, just the way I liked it.

The machine steamed as I made their drink, mixing in the sweet caramel syrup as I loaded the coffee and milk over the top. All I had to do now was duck into the kitchen. I looked around the cafe and once I knew the coast was clear I made my way into the back, staff only.

Quickly I pulled my dick out of my pants, already half hard just from looking at them. A shudder rocked through me as I let my fingers dance on the head of my cock for a moment, imagining that it was them touching me. The thought got me hot and bothered and soon enough I was ready to start.

I had gotten into a nasty habit of doing this with their drinks lately. It had been so long since we first met and they hadn't made a move yet, it was only reasonable that I get a little impatient. So I took to mixing my cum into their drinks. At first, I only swiped my finger over my leaking head and put that in but now... nothing less than one release would suffice.

I tugged my cock as I bit down on my lip to keep my moans silent. I had gotten good at quick sessions, especially since I was still on the job. All I had to do was think of them drinking me in like this, something so intimate and wholly mine... inside them. A flush shot down my back.

My moan built up into a strangled cough as I felt my cock twitch and release, thick ropes of cum dripped into the hot coffee. The cup nearly burnt my hand as I looked down at the mixture for a moment before I took a whisk to it. I had to make sure that it was hidden, it was still a secret and if I was being honest it would probably stay a secret.

I hummed as I tucked my cock back in my pants and pulled out one of the 'special' cupcakes I had made. The two were similar in more ways than one. I plated the cupcake and walked out into the main room once more, breathing deeply to try and will away my blushed face.

With one final caramel swirl, I walked over and placed the two dishes in front of them.

"Here we go, a cupcake and a caramel latte." I smiled as they looked up at me.

"Thanks, you're coffee is always the best!" I nodded as I returned to the counter to watch for other customers. I knew my coffee was the best, it was made only for them.

#sub male #drabble #sub yandere #gn reader #yandere male #oc oliver

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b1ackoutartist · 9 months

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Instagram

The golden hue of late afternoon sunlight washed over Natasha Romanoff's office, casting long, painterly shadows across the minimalist decor. Reclining in her chair, a steaming cup of black coffee on her desk, she found herself staring at the spectacular view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her mind far away from the multi-million-dollar deals and the corporation she had built from scratch.

Her fingers tapped absentmindedly on the surface of her phone, pulling up Instagram—a habit she found hard to break. As she flicked through the familiar reel of influencers, old friends, and the occasional business associate, her eyes fell on a story posted by y/n, a sight as rare as a blue moon.

A strange lurching sensation filled her chest. Y/n was always the more private one, rarely sharing anything about her life online. The sight of her Instagram name brought back a flood of memories, making her heart squeeze painfully in her chest.

Two years had passed since their painful break-up, but Natasha had never stopped missing her. It was as if Y/n had left an imprint in her heart, one she couldn't fill, no matter how hard she tried.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha tapped on the picture. It loaded, a photograph slowly materializing. In the center, Y/n stood, her hair cascading down her shoulders, eyes twinkling with warmth and love as she looked at the child on her hip. Her white t-shirt, slightly rumpled from where the child clung to it, made her look casual, comfortable, and—Natasha swallowed hard—endearingly maternal.

The little boy, his cherubic face radiant with a joyful smile, was a captivating sight. He had a mop of messy hair, so much like Y/n's, and his eyes—big, bright, and a perfect shade of green—were eerily similar to Natasha's. His tiny hand clutched onto Y/n's t-shirt, the other reaching out, as if yearning for something—or someone—just out of the frame. His baby teeth were displayed in an endearing, wide grin, so full of happiness that it made Natasha's heartache.

Just then, her intercom beeped, breaking her from her trance. It was her assistant, sounding slightly frantic, reminding her of the imminent conference call.

“Natasha?” the assistant’s voice came again, full of nervous trepidation.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” Natasha responded, tearing her eyes away from the image that had drawn her into a vortex of emotions she thought she had forgotten.

As she stood up to stride towards the conference room, she prayed that the pain in her heart will disappear soon, not being able to go through this again.

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shlutnutt · 2 years

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EDDIE SMUT REQUEST!

Being roommates with Eddie and he comes home early to find you cleaning the house in nothing but your panties and one of his band shirts.

We're not supposed to be doing this

warnings: eddie being a rough piece of shit

Summer evenings were the longest, nothing but that steaming heat that only converted your shared trailer into a free sauna room at the many hours of the day along with the disadvantage of the lack of your bestest, Eddie; who worked his ass off with Wayne in a far away mechanic shop downtown around the busiest sites of the city. His uncle worked more hours than him due to his early school schedules, though everything seemed to be working out fine for the three of you during those past couple of months, there initiated the belief that you were simply just another added weight onto the two due to the fact you couldn't work the many hours they did, let alone even make half the money they made individually.

You attempted to make the house your main duty though; dishing, mopping, dusting and the many other everyday household chores one can do to avoid yourself from dying from boredom and just living that fulfillment of complacency. Eddie, coming from the hardworking family he was raised from; he made sure to remind himself to keep a balance between the many important things in his life as he did his utmost his best to not induce the commitment he has to work, school, his band and future, He's had a pretty rough time keeping his eyes off of you since day one. Wayne had decided it was fine for you to join them as a former roomate due to the terrible living conditions you were faced with, he knew it'd be better for you to finish your final year of school in a place you felt safe and sound in to help you reach your dream career. He was nothing but clear about keeping things professional between you and Eddie "for the sake of everyone"; this one condition causing more trouble than expected as the professionalism naturally decreased the more time went by. Eddie grew possessive over you, he tried keeping this to himself but it became nothing but unpreventable as you constantly caught him keeping his glare onto you whenever he even seen you from a distance, anywhere.. He knew he couldn't stand it when you hung out with other guys, went out alone or even smiled a tid to anyone who weren't him. He deemed those thoughts to be apart of his insecurities but little did he know that you were simply just teasing him and enjoying every bit of it.

Things only got worse from there though, Eddie would constantly get into fights and arguments with jerks who slutttly catcalled you, came near you with nothing but terrible intentions and simply just viewed you as an everyday object. You better than anybody knew that things were going to continue to fail after the recent fight Eddie had with a basketball-teamed jerk who slapped your butt in a Hawkins party just the previous weekend. The pure savagery and hatred was swell demonstrated onto his figure, the way the man kept his teeth tightly gritted within every punch he threw at the idiot who cowardly begged him to stop his monstrosity and the way he wouldn't stop fidgeting his cold-blooded fingers in want of some more from the shithead who was practically left unconscious on the ground when he had to get escorted away, said enough from his side about how he felt about you.

Eddie also knew he couldn't let us uncle down though; letting him down with the hopes and dreams he's been working decades for his nephew to live a better life he's ever lived. He kept these promises to himself knowing he would never forgive himself if he saw you in a relationship with someone other than him, those feelings he's been growing for you have become untamable. Regardless of the obstacles you decided to share a word with Eddie, telling him you can stick up for yourself in hopes he lets lose on you and stops getting in so much trouble, to which he bluntly chuckled to and tolled away to grab his van keys from the key-holder and begun changiling his way to work that evening.

–

Wanting to go slow for the night, in your eyes it was impossible due to the monstrosity that the trailer was left up about after the mini reunion that was held the morning prior. You wouldn't want to be seen as the one not playing your part as a roomate so you thought it'd be best to head your attention to those chores. Picking up your ragged feet and placing the utilities where they each belonged, you maintained your speed at a contained pace since you memorized your roommates' schedules, none of them nearing their way home till' hours after. You recolor-coordinated Wayne's caps and got rid of the dirty dishes first, then you cleared out the ashtrays placing both ontop of the two corner stools that sat on either side of the living room couch. You then restocked the fridge with the room temperature water and beer boxes left around the kitchen area. You lastly led your focus to the empty washing machines and loaded them with your dirty clothing, removing the pair you had on currently and conjoining them along with some of Eddie's many hellfire-logoed shirts and shoving them into the washer, pampering them with its designated amount of fresh detergent and powering it on. You quickly ran to Munson's room and picked up one of his Black Sabbath shirts as you noticed he didn't claim it as much since he'd use it as a face-drying towel and later throw onto a pile of clothes with no care whatsover.

Preparing yourself a cup of coffee you allow yourself to relax whilst you only massaged your feet down with some coconut vaseline, gawking at the tv in that dim-lit freshly cleaned living room you resided in.

You arose from your comfortablity and headed to the counter area, propping down the '#1 dad' labled cup for a quick rinse before hearing low-sounded profanities from behind your stance to which you were taken into surprise by, grabbing a nearby butter knife and raising it up in defense.

"Woah, woah, woah. Don't kill me now, not now I beg." Led on Eddie, carefully lowering the charismatic weapon you had in hand and throwing it to the side, to which your shocked self allowed happen right before your eyes unable to make another move.

"what the actual fuck, Edward." You voiced, pushing Eddie away just a notch as his precense was the most you seen from him, his shadowy figure getting moon kissed from that moonlight just right outside the window you two stood besides.

"Ouch." he scooted back replying to his full name being spoken up about, gently taking into view the fantasy he had infront of him, chantrily licking his bottom lip whilst his puppy eyes couldn't keep themselves off of your body not for an instant even if he tried.

"you gonna' explain yourself now?" you stopped his trance, this causing him to gain your full attention once again.

"Nah, y/n. Are you? What's this you got on?" he proceeded, lightly tugging onto the shirt whose property was definitely not your own in acceptance, sweet curious smile suited onto his face.

"my clothes' in the washer..thought you wouldn't mind, you don't wear it anyway, Eddie.. what's the problem, you—"

"So.. you gonna' knock up one of mine?"

"you know what.. it's fine, I'll just take it off." you confronted, quickly storming your way down the halls to Eddie's room; believing that the man did in fact mind you having his clothing on, even if it were to be temporary. He followed you through, deep chuckles followed through as he jogged his platted boots right after your speed-walking bare feet. You latched the wooden door wide open just for the man to reach in above you and harshly pull the doorknob close right infront of you, to which you were taken aback from and stood silently still as your back faced him.

"eddie." you angirly lashed out, keeping your voice soft for the ear to hear.

"Y/n." He mocked through, lowering his stance just right before your ear to coo into it lowly. His body embargoed your own, you'd think you'd feel pure suffocation from lack of space but all you were able to feel was a gentle warmth as the thought of him backing away just a tid felt unbearable from the bliss of his flesh not being glued onto your own.

He noticed you tried to opening the door again and pulled it close even harder, disconnecting you away from it and firmly holding you still as you attempted to latch onto handle again as he continuously told you to stay still.

"I told you to stay still." He finally broke one last time, his voice turning former than intended.

You stood silent, his dominance taking you into surprise.

"Hey, shh.. I was jus' kidding you, pretty." he broke, gently pladding his hands along your shoulders, massaging so softly yet so eagerly. He carefully rubbed up and front to your collarbone and back again to your arms and back, you fell back onto him; the peaceful sensation calming your anger down almost immediately, you humming lightly to the feeling. The numbs of his fingers kept rubbing along, this time running up and along your jawline and lowering onto your neck, the metal jewlery he wore slightly chiming together everytime his fingers've gotten just a bit too close together.

"That's it, that's it." he purred in a realization tone as he slowed down his massages. "You're tired, isn't it?, you're in need of some resting, yeah?" Eddie guessed, to which you returned a quiet 'mhm' to, turning your head back to face him, giving the man a kind smile as he proceeded his work.

"You know what, y/n?"

"yeah?"

Eddie sarcastically sighed, "You still got my shirt on." He spoofed, acoustically sticking his tongue out in habit as he did some final rubs onto your neck.

"if you want it so bad why don't you take it off of me then." You joshed, giving Eddie a sympathetic wink noticing how his eyebrows raised and eyes widened to the comment, pausing his praise.

The look on his face said everything you needed to know, it seemed he were to be expecting for you to say anything but that to his continuous teasing. Playfully flicking the back of your ear and scolding you he took his time to think about what to respond to your say, "Now it's not the time for jokes like that, sweetheart. You're making things more difficult than they have to be."

"oh, yeah? how so?"

Eddie took a deep breath in and tightly shut his eyes together as a reset, "Behave, y/n." He breathily gawked, unable to manfully admit that your little games were getting to him, too much for him to handle. "It's hard enough even looking at you." he continued, his eyebrows furrowed in honesty, loving irises lowering to meet down with your own.

You chuckled to his nonsense and respected his requeste, palpitating your pupils towards his bedroom door yet again only for him to quickly catch on and shake his head weakly to your silencey of a messy foolery.

"Y/n, no." he silenced, as if he were to be speaking to a toddler scolding it to not throw it's toys again., as he carefully accommodated your hands behind your back as he quickly reached in far to you.

"I haven't done a thing" you fooled, gracefully looking up to the man through your babydoll lashes as he held onto you tightly.

"I'll give you something to do now, don't worry." He mumbled, no gaps being witheld when it come to the both of your tired little souls, Eddie nearing his self closer to yours as he only took the half-step left for your fleshes to intersect.

He kissed you softly to begin it off, allowing his lips to kindly swipe across yours before fully giving in, bottom flesh quickly stationing inside your mouth as you sucked him in, kissing him back. You two kissed for a bit, no distractions to stop any of you from keeping this moment from ongoing to something craved by the both, hands shuffling between eachother's faces as you held Eddie's form by either side of his jaw to bring him in even closer to you.

"eddie.." you attempt to pause, acknowledging that this is something you two shouldn't have even thought about doing, ever.

"we're not supposed to be doing thi—"

"—Shh.. it's okay.. s'okay" Eddie murmed in between the kiss, splitting lips for every word said. "This's nothin' but a kiss, won't hurt nobody, yeah?" He assured once more, slapping your butt in the act as he soon returned for another round of open-mouthed kisses, you giving in.

Eddie held onto you tightly, the looseness of his shirt on you giving him the ability to grip you in tighter as you wrapped your jagged arms around his paleness of a neck. Nothing but touchy hands and swollen lips as the man now slowly reached into your bright-colored panties, leisurely traveling his one hand through your mid thighs and swiftily going up to your inner thighs and carefully inserting into the pocket of your warmness, you utterly sighing to his act as something you've been waiting for oh so long has finally started its case.

"Ever since I walked through that door and took a single glance at you.. I knew I'd rip my skin off tryin' to contain myself this time." Eddie pleased, animalistically pushing you further into the closed door behind you. His hand only explored further, devilishly teasing you away as he never fully entered you, just played away with your sensitive bud and sweeping kind slits up and down from the hood of your clit to the near end of your enterance.

Audible moans escaped your mouth as you stared into those brown eyes, mouths so openly close together you two just breathed in eachother's breaths as Eddie inserted a single finger inside you, him using his unoccupied hand to hold you steady by your waist area, your knees growing weak beneath you as you contained all of your strength to not collapse onto him. Electrifying waves of pleasure manipulated your spine as he only whispered profanities into your ear, inserting yet another finger and harshly gripping you by the band shirt that initiated this whole incident. He fingered you carelessly as you quivered below him, feeling your juices dampen his fingers as he repeated an 'in n out' motion, his fingers curving upwards to reach into your g-spot, forcing his fingers up there till only god knows how far he wanted to go.

"eddie! mmm— please baby!"

"Mhm? Lemme' me hear you.. lemme' hear you cum for me, pretty baby." he teased, biting your ear in the process whilst you tried reaching down to grab him too.

He only clenched his jaw to your act, grabbing your hand and hardly pinning it to your breast, "How greedy.. pleasing you isn't enough? Wanna' grab my cock too, huh? So needy for me aren't ya? Gonna have to do better than that." he continued his as he allowed his act to escalate to an unimaginable speed, licking biting and kissing your face as the faces you made only made him want to cum his pants before you even had the chance to.

"i'm gonna come..eddie im gonna come!." you cried as you felt your body grow tense to the touch, bawled fists as your pussy swellingly ached for his fingers, swallowing them whole.

"if you cum now, I swear to you I'm gonna stop." Eddie threatened, as he now used his free hand to choke you tightly, you trying to find the way to not cum all over him and keep this unlawful act going.

Trying not to cum while the man vigorously decorated your neck with his metal-filled hands and watching as how he tried getting himself off from humping the back of the palm fingering you, was literally impossible in your eyes. You were closer than you could've ever imagined in this little time, he only made it harder by keeping his please steady, you were almost running away from him to stop yourself from reaching your climax.

"You holding back, pretty thing?"

"i can't! i swear I can't!" you let out your last final screams whilst you fully came on yourself, warm juices filling up your panties as you watched how devilishly Eddie grinned to himself, grinned to the result of his actions, enjoying the fact that he made you cum that easily and with little no effort at all, enjoying that the fact you not being able to touch him from how much in please you were made you feel helpless beneath him.

Eddie only removed his fingers dangerously slow, careful to not hurt your sensitivity but devilish to allow you to feel the emptiness of his fingers no longer being inside you. Bringing his fingers up he proceeded to provokingly suck them clean, taking his time to taste one finger at a time as he reached back near you and lovingly gave you a forhead kiss and swiped away any fly-aways glued onto your face.

"I think your clothes are done. Go get changed."

"but eddi—"

"Get changed. You know where to find me."

@friendly-neighborhood-ghoul took me like 10 years im so- LMFAO

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popcornforone · 2 months

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Rise

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fiction

Well Frankie… sometimes a need just needs a scratch & you were it… so happy Frankie Friday everyone. This is just me getting something out of my system.

Synopsis:- You wake up early & hear a noise… he couldn’t be home could he?

Word count: 2500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Pure smut hardly any plot. PIV sex, oral, swearing, cream pie, spitting, chocking, talk of masturbation, rough passionate longing sex, home intruder theme to start, description that might go too far. Yes I was feral I needed an outlet okay?!

Thank as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

As your 6am alarm goes off you whine, your phone buzzing away & you turn over & try & hit the snooze button.

“10 more minutes” you mumble before burying your head back into your pillow. So soft & warm. You pull the bed sheet up a little because it had slipped while you had slept. Your bare back feeling a little chilled as you’d obviously turned in the night. The temptation in your half sleep to slip your hands between your thighs & have a touch. Usually your morning shower gives you the time you need to self pleasure but every now & then an early wake up might require even more moments.

But then your ears prick up. There’s a buzzing coming from the bathroom. Did you leave the extractor fan on over night? That’s what the noise is. You must have done so you burry your head back into the pillow to get a few more minutes sleep. As your legs stretch you do realise the air is slightly damn. No way you think. You didn’t leave a tap on over night. You’re now concerned & you pay a little more attention to the room in a half haze. Eyes adjusting, not wanting to put a light in incase it’s a burglar or something even worse. There’s always a small baseball bat under your side of your bed, for protection. You slowly lean down & grab the handle, as you glimpse at the door. there is a light on & a small moving shadow. Someone or something is in your bathroom. You make sure your breasts are covered & you bring the baseball bat up to the side of the bed, ready to confront who has broken into your apartment & is in the bathroom.

The door flys open & the room bursts into the bright light of the bathroom & fills with the steam from the room flooding your senses. You squint & make sure a hand is on the bat. But then your hand lowers the bat & you sit there open mouthed, eyes popping out of your skull at the sight in front of you.

Today was the 8th.

You’d completely forgotten, it had been so long.

He’d obviously came home from his mission extremely late & had leapt in the shower so not to wake you in bed at 5am. All the sweat & muck from travelling back washed away & gone. He’s not even wearing his hat. That luscious thick mop of hair has been rubbed maybe twice by a towel which is probably more than his body. Yes he has come out of a steam filled hot small bathroom, but there is a lot of hot water on him. His hairy chest glistening. Those broad shoulders calling out for you. Lips that need a kiss. A beard that needs to graze your skin. Powerful thighs ready to keep you in place. The only issue is how he is holding his towel. He’s not wrapped it around him. He is litrally holding it in place to cover his penis. It’s white & crisp the towel. You can see in the reflection of the mirror his Glorious arse & you can see his tip too as he standing legs slightly apart. Yea your man is that big.

“Frankie!?”

“Morning beautiful” he says. A grin on his face, as he sees you look him up & down, knowing you’re admiring everything. He knows he looks good.

“You… you…you’re back!” You stumble through your words, trying to hold back at the fact that you want him to rail you right now.

“Yep, didn’t get back to base til 3am, sorry if I woke you baby, but I needed to see your face before you leave for work, 42 days has seemed like a life time”

“I’d do the hours minutes & seconds but my brain isn’t computing as I’m still half asleep”you giggle & stretch. The baseball bat is in your hands as you do this, so you can show frankie how prepared you were to take someone on, but he’s not paying attention to that. The bed sheet has just dropped down your body. Your erect nipples are on show & he licks his lips expectantly. His own hand loses grip on his towel & it falls to the floor. You eyes now widen at his penis. Long, meaty, veiny, starting to get excited. A small amount of saliver drips down your chin. You grip the bat as if it was his shaft. “I’m awake now”

“Fuck yeah baby” his hand ruffles through his hair, water still falling from it. He takes a few steps & drags the bed sheet off. His eyes dark at the sight that lays before him. “Rise & shine sexy, time for a morning wake up”

He is big & powerful. He has to be for work but he has you quivering beneath him in seconds. Those tree trunk thigh, still damp from the shower touch your own. You toss the baseball bat on the floor as you pull him down on top of you, hands straight into that thick hair, which he tussels abit again. The water dripping onto your hot body, almost sizzling as it lands.

“I missed you frankie”

“Not as much as I missed you” he licks his big flat thumb, a long slow lick. He smirks as he then takes it, trails it down his body inbetween you both, over your tummy & pelvis. It makes contact with your clit at the exact same second his lips find yours.

You don’t know what it would feel like to kiss a rose, but his lips feel soft & look redder than usual, he’s nipping around the edge of your mouth too. It’s more lots of little kisses, which are the same amount of movements as his thumb pleasuring you. He’s addicted to your moans. He asked you before this mission to leave him some voice notes. He’s got off you to going oooh baby every night for the last 42 days. Now he gets to hear it in person. You missed his touch, his skin, his kisses, his teasing & now you’re about to get all of him.

“Oooh baby”his eyes light up as you say that your hand gripping the bedding already.

“So pent up” he says as he slowly parts your legs. “Did you touch yourslef baby? While I was away?” You nod & go hmm & the gasp as his erect penis slides across your clit. Your hand thats not holding onto the bed squeezes his arse & he moans. “My little Princess couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t me was it”

“No…”

“No what” he says as he withdraws the feeling of his penis on your clit.

“No my sexy catfish”

“Oooh baby, this will make up for those pathetic…. Oooooh nights”

“Jesus ooooh fuck”

“Oooh god”

You’re talking over each other. Frankies been away longer before, but this morning at 6:15am the stretch of him filling your cunt up has you both concerned your gonna cum instantly. He stalls on his second thrust as you both talk & moan over each other. When it’s one of you this feral it’s easy to control but when it’s both of you there’s not much hope.

“Frankie oooh Frankie” he then kisses you & pushes all the way in. Loud moans come from the kiss from you both, even though your mouths are tied together. Oooh that talented tongue, you know that will make you scream in another way later. His eyes flicker open & make eye contact & he slowly pulls back from the kiss but leaves his penis buried inside you, & by inside he’s balls deep, any further & he’d be in your ribs. Youre filled.

“Sorry baby, I don’t want to cum in 11 seconds” he says & slowly starts to rock in & out taking his time.Hes got an arm wrapped underneath you while the others hand is stroking your body, which is very damp from his residue of shower water.

“Make it last Frankie” he stretches & he somehow goes even deeper. You grab fist fulls of his hair & he starts to move more. A slow pace soon becomes delicious.

“Oooh baby girl, you know I will” he’s got the devil in his eyes, a naughty glint as he finds his rhythm knowing he’s not going to coat your walls straight away. “Fuck… missed you, missed this cunt” your head is rolling back. “Come let your hand join in the fun baby.” You don’t need to be asked twice. But as your hand goes to start it’s stroking, he snatches & grabs your hand & sucks all of your dainty fingers. You moan at the sensation of that & the way you’re being satisfied as he fucks into you.

“Frankie”

“Gonna taste all of you sexy” & he then lets some saliva drip onto your fingers before letting your hand go. You are glad it’s your hand now, it’s sopping from Frankies exploits but you know just how to rub your nub to make sure you keep going. Frankies own large hands grip into your hip. His face is already straining.

“Fuck oh god”

“You like that sexy”

“Yes Frankie”

“Gonna cum? Gonna be a little slut & show me how much you missed me?” He’s brought up the word slut. The way he always says that word is so deep & always arouses you. Your friction increases your legs opening more. Moans escape you both.

“Oooh I missed the moans”

“Frankie oooh fuck yes yes yesssss” your first orgasm hits. Your body trembling. Your soul feels like it’s left your body. As your mind explodes frankie quickly withdraws & spins you so your on your front, lying flat on the bed, your own cum dripping onto the sheets.He holds your head in place as he lies almost flat on top of you. You didn’t have time to register that he’d withdrawn or complain. He’s back inside your core, his favourite warm soft spot, furvently thrusting again. Your arms stretch out ahead of you onto the pillow. One of his handslock with yours. Your two & his one gripping onto each other & the bed. You whine & moan into the pillow. You then screech as your arse is slapped.

“Frankie fuck Frankie” you can imagine the site of your pussy so sensitive being almost split open each time with his girth length. He’s so large & his pace is blistering. His weight on top of you as you lay face down makes the experience even more pleasurable but your just happy frankie is not only live, but home. Morning sex is a bonus.

“Oooooh yessss fuck” he cries. It almost feels like he’s in your stomach. He’s so deep & he is wrecking your core. Even for Frankies usual lustful approach to sex, this is more than he has done in a long time.

“Oooooh yes yes yes yes ooooh yes oooooohhhhh” you mumble into the pillow. But your not face down for long. A large hand take you by the neck to lift your head up & you grip the bed even more.

“Didnt hear you sexy” Frankie whines. “Be more vocal wake the town up”

“Frankie” the grip tightens.

“More”

“I want more Frankie” slap against your arse

“Slut”

“Fucker”

“Oooh fuck” he grips your neck even more. Your body is still flat beneath him but if he keeps pushing at this rate you’ll be a pretzel against the headboard. Your body jolts with each thrust. You know the face he’s pulling. Because you know how much your face is probably contorting. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds at your body.

“More Frankie fuck ooooh yes”

“God you’re so tight today” another smack. “Missed you & ooooh fuck fuck yea missed this cunt, missed you moan” he grips tighter & uses his fingers to twist your head by then chin so you can see his own face. There’s is his red sweaty exasperated face, teeth grinding just centemiters away. You pant & look up at him your mouth opening, gasping for any air at all.

“You want some?” Its strained his voice & you nod & Frankie spits in your mouth. The sweet taste of his saliva on your lips. You know he does this if he wants you for more than just what he’s getting. You both have needs but sometimes Frankie’s are heightened. “Good girl” his eyes light up. A frenzied kiss is sealed on your lips before he lets go of your neck & pushes your head into the pillow.

Frankie was already going at a pace but this was having you quiver beyond belief. Screaming his name into the pillow. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake as you lie exhausted into the matress. He’s still pulsing away.

“God oh fuck fuck oooooohhh yessssss baby” he screeches, cumming hard, spraying his seed inside you. Your already drenched core filled to the brim, you know there’s gonna be a little bit of a mess when he withdraws. Your head is free from his hand & you raise it from the pillow, both your body’s shuddering as you get the air back into your lungs. You moan as he removes his penis, but then you quiver. Feeling his nose just below your arse as he licks up the essence dripping from your early morning pleasure. Frankie the king of oral. Oooooos escape your mouth but then stop as he rolls to the left of you.

“Fuck baby” he says looking up at the ceiling, his erection still firm. He takes his hand & starts to stroke. It makes his large hands look small. You slowly roll over & start to cress & kiss his chest before resting your head on it.

“Call in sick?” He does his big brown puppy dog eyes at you. It’s not an ask it’s a request.

“I have a presentation today Frankie I can’t just…” his lips find yours.

“Keep work words out of your mouth baby.” He says once you break”I’m home & I want to make up for lost time”

“My presentation isn’t until 2pm, I can work from home” your use air quotes & smirk at him.

“That’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead. “Save your voice”

“& you think me being with you will save my voice” you roll your eyes. Knowing how vocal you’ve both just been.

“Good point” he laughs.

“I can keep my mouth occupied” you start kissing his chest more.

“Oooh kisses, I have missed them”

“Oooh I was thinking more than kisses Frankie” you’ve reached his happy trail. Your own much smaller hand joining his to encourage his erection.

“Oooh baby”

“Oooh Frankie” it’s not long before your hands are replace by your mouth to make sure you have a taste of this beautiful morning.

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hi hi!! could i get an iced caramel cold brew with kuroo?? <33 :)

"babe," kuroo starts, his voice drowned out by the hiss of the steam wand. "will you leave me if i can't give you a house in five years?"

you frown. "no, i won't. why?"

"okay, then, will you leave me if i can't give you a house and a car in five years?"

"no, of course i won't leave you." confused, you turn to peer over at your boyfriend—who's tapping his foot along to the jazzy playlist blasting from the coffeeshop's speakers. "what's this about, tetsu?"

"hmmm. say, what about ten years?" he ignores you. "is that too long of a wait time? we'll be in our thirties by then, and—"

"tetsurou. i'm not going to leave you if you can't give me a house or a car or, or an automated laundry drying rack or whatever. why do you keep asking?" you put down your cake knife, wipe your hands on your apron, and stalk over to the bar to see your boyfriend swirling through his latte art with a long metal toothpick, effectively destroying the milk foam heart. "hey, why are you— that latte art looked fine."

"nah, i messed up. it looked more like an onion than a heart."

"huh. then what's this about me leaving you?"

"because i did the calculations in my head last night, and if i work here," kuroo gestures to the empty coffeeshop before you, tables wiped and floor mopped and lights dimmed, "till i graduate, and then get my first job and give money to my dad and start paying off my student loans, this and that... well, i'm just saying that it's going to take a while before we can settle down in a place of our own."

you watch as his toothpick swirls round and round his coffee, the heart (or the onion, according to him) now a homogenous off-white blob.

"and how accurate are those calculations?" you grab a cup off the drying rack and start polishing next to him.

"fairly accurate, i think? i can do up an excel sheet if you want."

you bite back a grin at how earnest he sounds. “tetsu, my love. even if you do up your calculations on excel, run it through an expert, or use the world’s most powerful computer, you’ll still be wrong.”

“...why?”

“because you forgot to factor in me.”

clink! kuroo drops his toothpick back into its holder.

“if we’re going to get married, and buy a house, and a car, and an automated laundry drying rack, we’re going to do it together. there’s no way i’m making you shoulder all that financial burden alone.”

“but i want to provide for you. it’s my job, y’know?” he says, voice quiet. “if possible, i’d send you home right now and just close up on my own. you should be in bed with a face mask on, not polishing cups.”

“no way, tetsu. we’re going to close together, and do life together,” you put down your cup and grab his wrist, his wrist bone hard under your thumb. “first jobs, marriage, getting an apartment, kids. i want it all to be a you and me thing, not a you and you thing.”

you pull him closer to you, staring hard at his handsome side profile. even with the exhaustion of the past day painted on his features—dark undereyes, nose shiny, and his hair sticking up in the back, you still find it hard to resist the urge to hold and kiss him.

“i want to kiss you,” he blurts out, as if he read your mind. he pulls his wrist from your hand, reaching for your waist—but you stop him with a hand on his chest, suddenly overcome with shyness.

“you can’t, we’re working.”

“but we closed half an hour ago!”

“there are still cameras around, silly.” but you let kuroo pull you close and excuse the hand he’s settled on your hip in favour of looking at the latte he was messing with.

the big milk foam blob was accompanied by two similar, smaller blobs on its left and right.

“it’s a bear,” your lover says proudly. “for you.”

“it’s cute.”

“i love you.”

you hum, leaning into his warmth. “i love you too.”

student loans, housing, your shift tomorrow—those can wait.

for now, it’s just you and kuroo and his failed latte art, surrounded by the scent of sweet coffee and cake. and it’s more than enough.

it’s all you ever wanted.

#beep boop i hope i managed to get the rough idea across #i was just thinking that kuroo would grow up to become a person with a fair amount of worries for the future #especially when living in tokyo.... it's competitive #i don't want a house!!! not yet!!!! i just want to have fun loving my barista bf y'know!!!!#bahahah anyways : ) ty for reading if u did #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #yuna writes

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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—ᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴ

Pictures are mine!

Tom Sturridge x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A short sweet moment between Tom and his girlfriend YN at his autograph booth at Comic Con

word count: smth along 1.4k

warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, mentioning of reader being shorter than Tom

author’s note: I met Tom this weekend and had this idea the second I returned to my hotel room last night 🥺❤️ Just ignore it, but I had to write this down.

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The internet—especially Twitter—desperately tried to figure out if Tom’s girlfriend would be with him during the German Comic Con, mostly because someone started to spread the rumors of sightings of YN at the New Yorker Comic Con as well as the Dallas Fan Festival. But none of the fans actually saw her, so the rumor that YN was seen in Germany spread like wildfire on social media. On the first day of Comic Con, Twitter was flooded by tweets looking for the still kinda mysterious woman because barely anything was known about her.

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thesandmanforever Did someone see YN already??

user1 please, for the love of god, tell us poor unfortunate souls about YN if you happen to see her 😭

tomsturridgedaily Gonna keep my eyes and ears open for YN

user2 oh my… I THINK I SAW YN AT THE COSPLAY AREA

tomandyn YN stood right in front of me in the line for bubble tea 😱

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Tom just sent another of his lovely fans off after he had signed a deluxe edition of The Sandman—the same one he had standing on his shelve at home—and wanted to greet the next one with a smile, as movements behind him distracted the man from the people in front of him. Slightly, he turned in his seat to check if everything was alright back where his convention assistant stood, who helped him stick to his schedule, but was taken by surprise at the sight of a very familiar and very loved face.

YN had stuck her head from behind the dividers, her face glowing, her eyes shining, and her lips forming into a wide smile. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted him with her signature soft voice he still fell head over heels with every single day all over again. “Hello, love.” She thanked the dark-haired assistant silently as he let her pass to get to Tom at his table. She grinned and looked from him to his waiting fans, gently waving in their direction. Instantly, YN received wide smiles, eager faces, and waves in return, accompanied by a handful of shy Hey, YN greetings. “I’m almost already gone again and will let him dedicate his attention back to you, guys. I only need one second if that’s alright with you?” She felt like intruding, but she wanted to check up on him, see if he needed anything she could get for him, and gladly, everyone in front of them nodded heavily.

YN didn’t even mind the phone cameras sneakily directed at them and their interaction.

And with that, she turned back to Tom, who stared up at her with a tender smile on his beautiful face. The woman couldn’t stop her hands from cradling his jaw and caressing through the mop of dark unruly hair after she had put down the steaming hot to-go cup she had brought with her. “Brought you some tea, love. Thought you could use a cup, and I got you—” YN let go of him to rummage through the black tote bag she carried on her right shoulder and conjured a bag of snacks out of there. “—some snacks. There is this stall in one of the other halls which sells dried fruits and nuts, so I got you something from there, and I also got you a little something from the bakery I went to before I drove here.” The bag found its new spot in his hands, and the man continued to stare up at her, entirely in awe of how she took care of him even though she wasn’t obliged to do so. His love for this woman continued to grow every day, but today, it reached a new all-time high.

Never in his life had he felt this loved and cherished, and he adored how they both took care of one another. And YN was a strong side and pillar to lean against during the last couple of weeks, always holding up with his busy schedule, always being there and traveling with him. But Tom knew how happy she’d be as soon as they headed home on Sunday night—just as happy as he would be. He loved to see all his fans, especially after the whole covid situation where conventions like this weren’t even thinkable, but after so many weeks, he craved the comfort and quietness of their shared home.

Blinking up at her, Tom showed another small smile. “You didn’t have to…—” was all he could push out before a finger found his lips and silenced him immediately. YN softly grinned at him and pressed an even softer kiss to his forehead. “Please, don’t be silly. I told you I would pop in here and there to check up on you and bring you some treats. But I gonna leave now, yeah? Let you get back to all those lovely people.” He really didn’t want to let her go just yet but knew that it was the most responsible thing. He would have her for the rest of his life, after all. So he nodded but raised from his chair to hold her for a second. The man didn’t even see the many phones pointed at them, didn’t even hear the voice from the other table shouting something about photos in German.

YN smiled up at him, now smaller than him, and let her arms wrap around his slim waist while his arms rested around her shoulders. “What are you up to now? Any appointments?” He wiggled sillily with his dark brows because he knew of all the many tickets in her tote, even though she believed to be as sneaky as possible about it, and made the woman laugh snortingly. “Well, y’know? Jus’ some hot dates with some people. Sandwiched between Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley, for example.” Now it was YN’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows and make Tom laugh softly under his breath. “I knew it,” he teased her, and the woman only grinned. “But seriously, I only have a couple of tickets for some photos, and I wanted to check out the artist alley upstairs. I will be back sooner than you think.”

After all, she only was a writer and author of steaming hot romance novels and poems about every aspect of life, and to see her longtime silly crushes? That was an opportunity she couldn’t let pass, even though she knew some of them personally, like Charlie and Elden, but she loved to surprise them.

Tom nodded at that and pressed a kiss to her temple, not daring to kiss her in front of all those people. However, he really wanted to because she was just this pretty in her comfortable convention outfit, consisting of some denim jeans and her favorite hoodie—which was actually his hoodie. “I hope you have fun, darling, and don’t forget to drink enough, ‘promise?” YN cooed lowly, cupped his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth before smiling up at him. “Of course, love. Don’t forget your tea. If you need anything else, just send me a text.” And with that, they parted from each other, and YN walked smiling along the line of waiting people before one of them almost shouted: “We love you, YN!”

With blushing cheeks, the woman waved lightly, feeling her heartbeat fasten, and disappeared between the other waiting people.

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hourlytomsturridge I witnessed Tom and YN, and I never felt so single in my life

TomIsSandman YN brought Tom some snacks and something hot to drink to his autograph booth, and I think I will never see something sweeter.

tomsturridgedaily I want what Tom and YN have.

user1 YN is the sweetest human being on earth. Not only does she deeply care for Tom and take care of him, no. She also supported so many artists up at the artist alley, and I think I saw Tom and her later on, and he carried a lot of stuff. I guess that was her loot for today :D

user2 YN LN bought almost all my stickers and was like “I love stickers so much, literally every device case is plastered with stickers, and i can bring some for my two best friends because they’re Animal Crossing addicts like me” 🥺❤️

tomandyn I met YN twice today, and during the second time, we sat there, drank our bubble tea, and then she casually told me that she would be attending as Scarlet Witch tomorrow because she’s one of her favorite Marvel characters. This woman is not only a writing goddess of exceptionally wonderful romance and smut, but she is also a cosplayer. I envy Tom 🤯

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Yeah, I don’t know what I did here, but I had to, bye 👉🏻👈🏻❤️ As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

P.S. Tom is the world’s greatest hugger. His hugs are ✨chefskiss✨

#tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge x fem!reader #tom sturridge x female reader #tom sturridge x author!reader #tom sturridge #tom sturridge fanfiction #tom sturridge fanfic #tom sturridge fic #tom sturridge imagine #tom sturridge drabble #tom sturridge blurb #tom sturridge oneshot #tom sturridge one shot

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Jet's Been Cursed!

Have you met Jet? He's the ugly guy in the corner, with the mop. You probably used to know him.

Jet was handsome. It was his whole thing and always had been, that he was gorgeous, conventionally speaking. He had golden hair and blue eyes, perfect skin, toned muscles and a bizarrely glorious dusting of facial stubble, just enough to look rugged and masculine. And so he was a model and an actor and a spokesperson and all that hot, rich guy shit he's now totally unable to do.

If you looked like he used to, wouldn't you be a model too? Unfortunately, Jet was also a bit of a rude fucker, always yapping away gossiping even in front of the targets of his disdain, always treating his support staff like actual servants, and always showing up late to set. His looks carried him throughout life as if upon an enchanted breeze and he loved both said looks and said life.

One Friday, his coffee order was late. The air conditioning wasn't broken, but it wasn't exactly working either. And the photographer didn't smile at Jet when he walked onto set! Jet was FURIOUS. He stormed back to his dressing room and fumed like a little kid, whining to nobody, texting on his phone to anyone who might reply about how awful his life was.

A PA came to grab him for the last shot of the day, and Jet SNARLED like a villain from a cheap movie at her, making her cry immediately. He sat in his steaming rage for another hour or so and eventually went back to set, having made everyone stay late without pay. Everyone, unsurprisingly, had lost interest in his beauty and just hated the guy.

When Jet eventually went home, he of course didn't notice the hex bag affixed to the bottom of his car. No one would. He was so exhausted from being a brat that he crashed into bed immediately, into a dark and dreamless sleep.

The next morning, he woke up, belched like a trooper and then paused. He didn't burp. He didn't even drink sparkling water, for god's sake. So he was surprised when he let out a rancid fart too. Clearly yesterday's shitty coffee disagreed with him? Maybe they'd used oat milk instead of his requested fresh macadamia. He stumbled out of his silken bed and went over to the mirror, itching his face slightly. He felt oddly heavy, really drunk on sleep or hungover with it.

Ew!

There was a stubborn...beard appearing all over his face and his neck! What the fuck?! It was hideous and he felt like throwing up just seeing the unkempt mess spreading across his face, obscuring his features. Jesus! And he... He... His tan had faded into pale, spotty looking skin. He looked at the blotchy pockmarks of his face and felt deep fear. He looked both ten years older and ten years younger all at once. He let out another fart, this one a faint squeak of panic. He looked like some fucking nerdy creep, not like the hunk he'd been the night before, the hunk he'd been for his entire life.

And, dear god, he was hungry. He ran downstairs, oddly aware that his gait wasn't quite right, and, feeling out of breath, he ate an entire packet of "health" cereal. It tasted like dirt. It wasn't enough. He finished everything in his cupboards and literally listened to his stomach gurgle like an animal. It still wasn't enough. He needed to get out. He pulled on a coat over his t-shirt and underwear and stormed out of his apartment and across the street, where a neon sign announced "DINER". He'd never really noticed the place before.

He stumbled into the diner, breathing heavily, feeling yet more hair burst from his chest, his face, even his toes. It was like a forest was emerging from his body, and with the hair came sweat and a thick scent of body stench. He was like a hog under the hot sun. People waiting, queuing for a table, dodged out of his way, given him a clear path to a booth which he slammed down into, feeling himself itch and moan uncontrollably. He howled like a wolf upon seeing nearby food, scratching his now incredibly hairy genitals.

"BURGERS!" He roared, like an animal, literally feeling drool pool at the edges of his mouth and drip down into the table in front of him, forcing the approaching waiter to back up and give him a look halfway between pity and fear. "MILKSHAKE," he screamed. Shortly, a plate of burgers appeared in front of him accompanied by the world's largest milkshake which was really more of an ice cream sundae on steroids. And boy, did Jet go to town on all of it, making a real mess, shoving it down him, burping and crying slightly as he did so, dribbling meat juice and ice cream down his shirt. His shirt...which was...bubbling and pushing outwards, as his belly and chest started to swell to mammoth proportions, spurred on by some foul magic and his new appetite's demands. By the time he finished his meal -- and the other meals he then ordered -- he was vast.

He had almost womanly breasts bursting from the sides of his shirt, only recognisably male due to their hideous hair. He had love handles which had their own gravitational pull. He had a hugely fat gut itching to expand even more. He could feel padding of flesh on his ass and thighs and hips. He felt vast and he needed to escape, run back home to his old life, to bed, to his regular dreaming sleep immediately.

But he was so big he was sorta trapped in the booth! It took a real struggle for him to break free and by that point the entire diner was gazing at him. He stumbled back to his apartment, unsteady on his fattened feet. But when he got there, things seemed... different.

His flashy gadgets were gone. The apartment was grubby. His expensive artworks had been somehow replaced by flaking movie posters. And the photos from his modeling career were just pictures of other hot men, clearly ripped out of magazines. And his phone suddenly was a worse model -- with a cracked screen! What was happening to him?

When he stumbled to work, wearing the largest clothes he could find, belly hanging fleshily and whale-like from a t shirt's bottom, he found he was not the talent as he insisted, but the building's... janitor. He was handed a broom and a mop and a uniform that barely contained him, and told to get to work in the background while a new model strolled in, all sweetness and light, treating everyone well. Jet burped and started to cry.

It was almost like he'd been cursed?

Since the curse hit, Jet's been a lot more polite, but the world doesn't care. It treats him just as he used to treat like: like shit. He's a fat slob and he's treated like one.

Does he deserve it? Jury's out, but he's gotten really good at sucking cock since his transformation, and he's discovered he loves pleasuring guys who are particularly cruel to him -- do you wanna give it a go? Go on, call him a gross fatty and see what happens.

#weight gain #wgstory #wgfic #weight gain fic #transformation story #wgfiction #big guy #fat guy #belly #slob #gaining #slob kink #fat slob

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Chapter 5: Memories of Her 🖤: Hyunjin x Reader 🖊️: approx 6K 🚨: strong language, implied smut, mentions food, mentions nightmares, mentions of death (not a current main character), trauma, drug use. A/N: SORRY WE TOOK SO LONG, With all of the skz drops, and the CB we got so busy! Hope you enjoy this one <;3

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, this does not represent the idols mentioned in any way. please DO NOT rewrite, translate, or repost this fic. Thank you.

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Hyunjin woke up, his face sore from the day before. Even after washing up he felt dirty, not from the fight, nor the dirt that covered him. It was the use of that room. The way there was now life within it made him sick. It felt wrong, it felt like betrayal. That room was covered in her. Emptied or not, her memory still lingered within it. All those nights he had spent wrapped up in the sheets in that very bed you now lay in. All those times he’d sat at that very desk watching as she danced around the room happily. The day he had tore down her old closet, and the day he had rebuilt a new one. How she looked, her smile, her laugh, all of it still very much alive within that room, even if her things were now missing.

He made his way out of his room, quietly creeping his way towards the kitchen. It was still only eight am, everyone else would still be asleep except for Minho.

“Morning,” Hyunjin trudged into the kitchen, weakly dragging his feet behind him.

“Morning-” Minho mumbles in response, holding his coffee tight in his hand. He’s looking around the kitchen to figure out what he wants to eat as he scratches his bare chest. Hyunjin finally takes in his friend, registering just how he looks, old sweats with holes at the bottom, no shirt, and his hair a messy mop atop his head. “How’s the girl?”

“Fine?” Hyunjin gives him a scowl. Minho instantly widens his eyes at him. “What? I just woke up, how would I know?”

“Isn’t it your job to be taking care of her?” Minho smirks as he takes a sip of his coffee. “I mean it’s fine and all if you don’t care, I can send one of the others to comfort her.” Minho looks in the direction of your room with a fake sad look on his face. “Poor kid cried last night, you think she regrets this?”

“She cried?” Hyunjin looks up suddenly in concern. Minho nods, taking another sip of his coffee, leaning against the kitchen island. “Fuck man, what am I gonna do with her?” Hyunjin groans in response. Minho smirks into his mug.

“You’ll figure her out eventually.” Minho teases. “Taming that one might be hard, but it’s definitely not impossible like some women we may know.” Minho looks upwards, insinuating the two women currently wrapped up in their beds on the top floor.

“What-?” Hyunjin doesn’t get Minho’s reference. Minho just shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

“I think I’ll just make waffles for breakfast.” Minho announces as he walks around the kitchen, slapping Hyunjin’s ass as he walks by him. Minho grabs all of the ingredients and tools he needs to start breakfast.

Hyunjin watches as Minho begins to prepare ungodly amounts of food. Ever since your arrival, Hyunjin had felt unsettled. He kept being reminded of Domino and the life that he had with her while she was there. Being in her room again brought back far too many memories that he would much rather forget. The room that he spent hours, days, weeks, months in. Wrapped up in those sheets, enveloped by the steam from that shower and the person that used to live there. He spent so much time in that room and suddenly he didn't. He avoided that room like the plague. Too haunted by the memories of her. Memories of them. Ever since you came in he can't help but remember. Everything. How blissful it was to have her. How painful it was when she was gone. How empty he felt without her presence. He hates feeling all of this. He hates feeling. Why would Akira and Kierra assign him to you when they know how hard it’s been for him? How could Kierra of all people do this? His chest hurts, his mind fuzzy, every time he thinks about it.

Hyunjin had been spaced out for long enough to miss Minho calling his name, only snapping back to reality after Minho smacked the spatula down in front of him. “Earth to Hyunjin?” Minho teased,

“Shit sorry,”

“You’ve been so out of it? Fucks wrong with you?” Minho questioned. Hyunjin wants to blow him off, doesn’t want to talk to him about it, especially with the “no talking about ex-members” rule. Not that he and Minho really care about the rules, but more so because he doesn’t fully know how to put what he’s thinking into cohesive words.

“I don’t know man,” Hyunjin sighs, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Speak your mind before one of them wakes up.” Minho presses, losing a bit of patience. Minho knows that Hyunjin has had shit on his mind and wants him to get it out now before he bottles it and explodes.

“Why did they give me the girl?” Hyunjin asks quietly, worried that his voice will tremble if it’s any louder. Minho looks at him confused when he pulls his hands away from his face. “Minho, I know you know. Both of them tell you and Innie everything, so please.” Hyunjin begs his friend. Minho drops his gaze and sighs. He needs to tell Hyunjin something, but he can’t say everything.

“You were one of our best recruiters for a while, you know that?” Minho says calmly, bringing his gaze back up from his feet to meet Hyunjins sad eyes. “And when you got promoted, you did well on Kierra’s team, you were meant to be there. I mean hey you’ve got a talent for hitting the mark every time.” Hyunjin remembers being a part of Kierra’s team. The loyalty, the fun, the excitement of being a part of the weapons and execution team. How he had honed his skills in gun fights, then weapons fights, and eventually fist fights. He had slaved over training to become the best member of Kierra’s team, because he enjoyed the fuck out of it. The thrill of it all always made him feel so alive. “But after the incident, you lost it. Couldn’t hit your mark, didn’t want to recruit- you know what Kierra had to do for you.” Hyunjin nods slowly, remembering all the things that Kierra did to make sure Hyunjin could even stay with the team. “You were useless for a while, but she stood up for you. You’d have been kicked and we all know it. You’re lucky she found use for you kid.”

“What’s that got to do with the current assignment?” Hyunjin asks cautiously, not really understanding what this had to do with his past.

“Hyune, you need to start moving up the ranks again.” Minho sighs, shaking his head lightly. “She wants to see if you can manage some of your old tasks again, we all know you’re no use for Akira’s team, and you fit best in with Kierra’s.” Hyunjin knows that Minho is right. Akira’s team is Strategies and Statistics. Her team handles all of the behind the scenes, the prepping of raids, the preparation of races, the coordination of teams and shipments, the money handling, the recruiting, the buying and selling of goods. Akira’s team is impressive and very efficient at what they do, but it never brought Hyunjin the same amount of joy that Kierra’s team did. He knows that he was placed on Akira’s team as a temporary solution, but it was hard to keep up with Akira and Seungmin half the time.

“But isn’t all of this care-taking supposed to be handled by Akira’s team? If Ki wants to see if I’m of use to her still shouldn’t she be sending me out with you?” Hyunjin genuinely asks Minho.

“You know Innie is my partner, and you know why Hyunjin, Kierra’s yours. If she were going to test you in the field, she’d take you out herself, but the point of you being with the kid is because you’re starting from the bottom again. You were originally a recruiter. That’s where you’re starting again.” Minho tries his best to get Hyunjin to understand the process. Trying to get him to understand that he has to start from the bottom level to get back up to the top. To prove himself.

“Couldn’t we have just-”

“Hyunjin, listen to me.” Minho grabs Hyunjin by the shoulders and looks him dead in the eyes. “Do you trust Akira?”

“Yes?”

“Do you trust Kierra?”

“Don’t ever fucking question that.” Hyunjin’s face instantly sours at the question.

“That’s what I thought. So stop questioning your assignment and trust them.” Minho shakes him by the shoulders. “Now. Go wake them all up. Breakfast is ready.”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and trudges through the house, starting at the top floor and working his way down to wake up the rest of the crew. Kierra was already in the shower, so he just yelled to her that the food was ready. He walked across the hall to Akira’s room and opened the door, immediately screaming upon entering it, covering his eyes and turning around. “SERIOUSLY??? COULDN’T HAVE GIVEN ME A WARNING??”

“I’m sorry, you were the one who just decided to walk into your boss's room, unannounced. Especially when you know very well that I also live here.” Jeongin says calmly as he covers Akira’s form below him, not moving from his current position.

“BUT IN THE MORNING?”

“Yes, you fuck. Ever heard of morning wood?”

“GAHH I DON'T NEED TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU!”

“As if you didn’t know that I fuck this beautiful woman on the daily.”

“I'M LEAVING!” Hyunjin quickly turns to leave. “Oh, and breakfast is ready.”

“I already got my meal,” Jeongin teases, Hyunjin can hear Akira giggling from underneath the pillows Jeongin covered her with.

“EW GOODBYE!” Hyunjin closes the door with a loud bang and shivers as he makes a gagging noise. He silently prays to himself that he doesn't see similar views from his other members. He makes his way down to the next floor, his favorite boys to wake up - mostly because they’re dramatic as hell. First he wakes up Jisung, which is always going to be difficult. “HANJI!” Hyunjin yells as he enters his room, immediately jumping on Jisung’s bed, rustling the sleeping boy below him.

“God, fuck, what the hell?” Jisung gruffs as he is violently rustled around his bed from Hyunjin’s incessant jumping. “Bro, I’m up, stop jumping for fucks sake.” He leans up to slap Hyunjin’s legs before leaning over to his bedside table and grabbing a pre-packed bowl and a lighter. He looks up at Hyunjin who is now just standing above him. “You want some?” Jisung asks as he lifts the bong towards Hyunjin.

“What? No.” Hyunjin scoffs at Jisung as he waves his hands in a ‘no thanks’ motion.

“Oh come on. I promise it's good. It’s my premium blend.” Jisung sing-songs the last sentence as he waves the bong enticingly in Hyunjins direction.

“No thanks. I’ve tried your ‘blends’ and don’t remember the 24 hours that followed. I think I’ll pass.” Hyunjin laughs as he climbs off the bed. “Breakfast is ready though, so hit your shit and go eat before Minho gets angry.” Jisung laughs as he nods. Hyunjin walks out of Jisungs room and goes to Binnie’s room. He’s still asleep, of course. No surprise there. Hyunjin quickly goes to the empty side of Changbin’s bed and climbs under the sheets, laying extremely close to Changbin’s face.

“Binnie~” Hyunjin says quietly in a high pitched voice.

“Mmmm,” Changbin groans.

“Binniee,” Hyunjin whines, giggling to himself, “it’s time to wake up baby.” Hyunjin’s trying so hard to keep up his concept, but he’s struggling to keep his laughter at bay.

“Mmm, 5 more minutes princess,” Changbin mumbles. Changbin wraps his arms around Hyunjin and pulls him closer to him, scaring the shit out of Hyunjin. I should have known this could have happened.

“YA! Let go of me.” Hyunjin yells in his ear. Attempting to wiggle out of Changbin’s strong hold.

“Ohhhh jagiiiiiiii~~” Changbin whines, “Snuggle with meeeee.”

“What the fuck, get off of me your freak!” Hyunjin laughs.

“JAGIII. LOVE ME.” Changbin laughs as he squeezes Hyunjin tighter in his arms.

“YOU’RE GONNA CRUSH ME TO DEATH!”

“You have no idea how many people would love to be in your position right now.”

“EW. I don't need to know about your sexual exploits, thank you very much. I already saw too much shit today.”

Changbin releases his tight hold on Hyunjin, still keeping his arms wrapped around him. “What do you mean you saw too much today? The day literally just started.”

“Ugh,” Hyunjin groans as mental images of Jeongin’s naked ass flash across his face.

“OOoooo lemme guess,” Changbin laughs as he watches Hyunjin’s expression. “I’m gonna guess the foxes?”

“BINGO.”

“NICE!” Changbin yells in triumph but his expression immediately drops. “Wait, what did you see?”

“Too much.”

“I wanna know.”

“What happened to “so many people would kill to be in your position right now” Mr. I Get Pussy All The Time?”

“It’s… it’s been a minute.”

Hyunjin laughs and pries Changbin’s arms off of him as he gets out of the bed. “I’m not telling you about our boss getting railed if that’s what you were hoping for.”

“RAILED?”

“Breakfast is ready,” Hyunjin says as he walks out of the room.

“I NEED TO KNOW MORE.” Changbin yells. “HWANG HYUNJIN YOU GET BACK HERE.” Hyunjin laughs as he peaks his head back into the room. “Hyunnie,-”

“What?”

“Real shit, you’ve seen Akira and Innie in action, you ever seen the kittens tho?”

“THE FUCKING WHAT?”

“You know- Kierra-”

“OH BRO DON’T EVEN- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

“I could’ve sworn you two were- you know? Before her and Minho… Am I wrong?”

“BRO?” Hyunjin shakes his head. “It’s too early for your horny ass. Go eat breakfast before Minho comes up here and rips you a new asshole.”

“Ugh, why’d you have to give me that mental image.”

“Cause you asked me stupid questions, moron. Now go before I kick your ass.”

“You never denied it tho!”

“DIDN'T THINK I HAD TO!” Hyunjin yells back as he opens up Chan’s door, the room illuminated by soft purple light. The bed is a mass of pillows and blankets, making it very difficult to find the body hiding underneath. “Channie hyung..” Hyunjin whispers quietly. He doesn’t want to aggressively wake up Chan. Chan has always had a hard time getting to sleep so they always try to be gentle when waking him up, just in case he went to bed a few hours before morning. “Hyung?” Hyunjin is feeling around the bed trying to find some identifying body part to latch on to.

“Mmph.”

“Chan hyung,” Hyunjin calls quietly as he successfully finds an arm through the piles of blankets. He carefully pulls the blankets away to reveal Chan’s face, his messy curls sitting atop his head. He gently shakes Chan’s shoulder. “Hyung, Minho made breakfast, you should go down to eat.”

“Mmm. Time?” Chan asks roughly, his voice deep and rough from sleep.

“About 9:40, hyung.”

“Nice. 4 hours.” Chan mumbles.

Hyunjin laughs and pulls the blankets further away from Chan’s face. “Akira will be so proud.”

“Mm. She awake?”

“Uh.. yeah. She’s… preoccupied at the moment.” Hyunjin says carefully. Once again being reminded of his boss’s body below the youngest member of their crew.

“Ah, it’s that kind of morning.” Chan laughs.

“...yeah. It uh, definitely is.” Hyunjin rubs the back of his neck as Chan’s phone pings on the table next to his bed.

“You mind handing that to me?” Chan asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. Hyunjin picks up Chan’s phone and looks at the screen quickly and sees a text from Jeongin. He feels his face heating up and he hands Chan the phone trying to hide his face. “Ah, Akira’s looking for me.” Chan says quietly before he pulls the sheets away to get out of bed.

“Oh?” Hyunjin asked out loud accidentally, instantly bringing his hand up to his mouth to cover it.

“Yeah. Duty calls.” Chan chuckles as he pats Hyunjins shoulder as he makes his way into his closet.

“Well, uh, breakfast. Is uh, ready. Downstairs. When you’re done… doing whatever it is.” Hyunjin is stupidly flustered. He’s not even sure why. Maybe it’s because he walked in on Akira and Innie. Maybe because not even 5 minutes later, Jeongin is texting Chan? He shakes his head. “I’m heading out, hyung. Make sure you eat.”

“Thanks, Hyunnie. And thanks for the wake up call.” Chan smiles at him.

“No problem, hyung.” Hyunjin smiles back and heads out to wake up the last two boys. Heading to Felix’s room first, hoping and praying to god he doesn’t see any nefarious activities happening.

“Lix?” Hyunjin asks tentatively as he opens the door slowly. After hearing no response he enters the room fully. The room is filled with a red glow, as it usually is, never fully dark, just how Felix likes it. He spots Felix laying in his silk red sheets, star posing stark naked, with the sheets just barely covering his lower half. Just one movement of his leg and Felix would be exposed. Hyunjin walks in closer to Felix’s bed and pulls the sheet higher up Felix’s body. Not to keep him warm, but to prevent Hyunjin from seeing more than he wants to. He’s seen enough today already. “Lix, it’s time to get up.”

Felix doesn’t move a muscle as Hyunjin continues to shove him and call his name. After a few failed attempts he walks into Felix’s bathroom and fills up a cup with ice cold water and walks back next to Felix’s bed. “This is your last warning, Pixie. If you don’t wake up, this is gonna suck.” Hyunjin says loudly, borderline shouting at this point. When Felix still doesn’t move, Hyunjin sighs. “Welp, I warned you.” And he dumps the cup of cold liquid on Felix’s face.

“WOAH WHAT THE FUCK?!” Felix yells as he flails his arms, sitting up quickly and wiping the water out of his face. “Oh, hey Hyunjin.” He looks at Hyunjin, then to the cup in his hand, and then down at his now wet silk sheets. “How many this time?”

“Took me 11 tries. I was too impatient to try any further. So I went for the water a lot sooner than usual.” Hyunjin shrugs as he puts the cup down on Felix’s bedside table. He goes to Felix’s closet and grabs the red silk robe that’s hanging on the hook and brings it to Felix.

“Damn, and here I thought I was getting easier to wake up.” Felix laughs as he takes the robe from Hyunjin’s hands.

“Nope. Still as difficult as ever.” Hyunjin smiles jokingly at his friend. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Ah nice. I’m fuckin starving.” Felix says as he gets out of bed and heads for the door.

“Uh, where do you think you’re going?”

“To… eat?”

“We have a new guest in the house. Put some clothes on before you scar her with your nakedness.”

“I’ll have you know, my nakedness is one of my strong points. I’m quite the sexy guy if you didn’t notice.” Felix says as he poses in countless ridiculous sexy positions. “AND, if she’s living here, she kinda has to get used to it. I’m not the only one that walks around in the nude.”

“It’s her first full day here, can you at least try to not scare her away?”

“Aw, is someone fond of our new princess?” Felix runs up to Hyunjin poking him teasingly.

“Agh, stop that, perv. And no. I’m just her caretaker.”

“Sureeeee.” Felix teases as he wiggles his eyebrows, Hyunjin goes to smack his arm but Felix backs away quickly with his hands up in surrender. “Fine, I'll put some clothes on.”

“Thank you.”

“If.. you do something for me.”

“Oh Jesus, what do you want this time?” Hyunjin asks as he stops at Felix’s door.

“You say that like you don’t love doing what you’re told to, anyway-”

“Get to the point or I’m leaving.”

“Ok, ok, daddy chill~ God you are so pretty when you’re angry, anywho-” Felix walks up to Hyunjin and grabs his hands, looking at him very seriously. “I’ll put something on if you can send Jisung down to me ASAP.”

“What, why the fuck do you need Jisung?”

“... reasons.”

“What the f-”

“Send him to my room, I’m having a guest over later.”

“Your room. Your fun room?” Hyunjin asks, his eyes widening at the request.

“All my rooms are fun pretty boy~”

“You know exactly what I meant, freak.”

“I said what I said, the fun isn’t purely reserved to that room, I just enjoy the toys in there more than the ones in here.” Felix laughs as he gets closer and closer to Hyunjin, placing his arms around Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t want to know more. Please. Fine, I’ll send him, just put some clothes on and step your pervy ass away from me before you start foaming at the mouth.” Hyunjin goes to push Felix away, but Felix’s grip is too tight.

“Thanks Babe!”

“Don’t kiss me-” Hyunjin yells as Felix leans in to kiss his lips, but he moves his face just in time for Felix to only catch his cheek. “God, why are you like this?”

“Mommy issues, daddy issues, want the list or?”

“Forget I asked- Now, go put some clothes on. I still have more people I need to wake up.” Hyunjin commands as he turns Felix around by his shoulders and pushes him towards his closet.

“Sir, yes, sir. Damn I love when you use your dom voice.”

“GO.” Felix laughs as he walks into the closet, leaving Hyunjin to shake his head as he walks out the door and shuts it behind him.

Hyunjin reaches your room. He stands in front of the door for an embarrassingly long time, trying to steal his mind to not think about her. He shakes his body and focuses again. I just have to wake her up. He softly knocks on your door.

“Hey, Y/N?” Hyunjin whispers, as he slowly pokes his head through the small opening he created. The room was dark, the only light that slipped in was through the door he had now opened. At first glance the bed looked empty. Hyunjin approached the bed slowly, and found you curled up within your blankets. Hair a mess across your pillow, eyes softly shut- deep in sleep. He admires you as you sleep. Hyunjin chuckles at your gaped mouth but still he finds you quite pretty. He’s painfully reminded of how peacefully Domino had slept, but he shakes the memory away as quickly as it came. He examines your sleeping face and notices the bruise that is beginning to darken on your jaw. He sits on the bed and tries to gently wake you up just like he did for Domino.

“Please-” you mumble in your sleep, shifting your face away from his gentle hand that is reaching out to you. Hyunjin is confused by your behavior and calls your name softly. “Please- don’t-'' You begin to sob. Hyunjin is watching your face. You’re still fully asleep. Is she having a nightmare?

“Y/n…” Hyunjin says so softly as he tries to take your hand in his to wake you up.

“Don’t- please, wait! Wait, don't!” You spring up and out of your slumber. Your breath is labored, forehead dripping sweat, your eyes dilated from fear. Hyunjin carefully reaches out to you to take your hand. You immediately pull your hand away, your nightmare still present in your mind. You relax when you notice it’s Hyunjin sitting next to you.

“Shh, Y/N it’s just me, calm down.” Hyunjin says sweetly as he climbs on the bed closer to you. He pulls you into his chest as he sees the tears threatening to spill over. He wraps his arms tightly around you as he begins rubbing your back. “It’s okay, it’s okay I’m here” You try to steady your breathing to stop your tears from falling. “It was just a dream Y/N,”

“S-sorry.” You stutter as you push him away after a minute. “Fuck, thats cringe.” You wipe at your face with your bandaged hands to dry the few tears that were shed and to hide the slight embarrassment that you’re currently feeling.

“You had a nightmare, it’s normal.” Hyunjin says as he suppresses his urge of wrapping you into another hug. “Minho made breakfast.” Hyunjin says as he watches you carefully. His eyes glued to the bandages that were covering your hands. “You should come eat before the other animals eat it all.” You nod as you get out of bed. You look down at what you were wearing. You were wearing the pajamas Hyunjin had given you and the only other clothes that you had were dirty and bloody. Hyunjin notices the bruises that developed on your arms and legs, his rage spiking for a second.

“Shit.” You mumble as you look down at your bruised body. “I can’t go out there like this.”

“Stay here,” Hyunjin walks to his room and grabs a large sweatshirt out from his closet and brings it back to you. “Here, take this.” Hyunjin hands it to you and you take it hesitantly. As he watches you put it on he is painfully reminded of her. This was the sweatshirt she always stole from me. The one she loved wearing. All the time.

“T-thank you.” You say shyly as you wrap the sweatshirt around you. The sweatshirt sat around your mid-thigh. You loved oversized clothing so you were extremely happy to have been given something so ridiculously large that it looked like a dress on you.

“Let’s go.” Hyunjin says as you follow him to the kitchen, surprised at the sheer number of people packed into the room.

“Good morning Y/N!” Chan beams as he waves at you. Obviously, you have NO IDEA who the FUCK this man is and he can see the confusion on your face. He chuckles as he points to himself. “My names Chris, or Chan, or Daddy, whatever is easiest for you-”

“Why are you all so horny in the morning?” Hyunjin scoffs. You look at Hyunjin in disbelief - what the fuck do you mean ALL?

“Princess!” Felix yells as he walks up to you and hugs you, spinning you around in a circle before gently placing you back down. “How did you sleep my love?”

“I slept pretty well. Thank you for asking.” You say shyly. Felix coos at you and pets the top of your head.

“Oh pup, you are much more docile when you’re sleepy, how cute~” Felix preens as he pokes your cheek and your nose.

“She’s not a dog, Lix.” Hyunjin glares at Felix as he leads you out of the kitchen and to your spot at the table.

“No matter, I’ll have her purring like a cat if she’d let me~” Felix follows them and sits right beside you, earning another glare from Hyunjin. “Oh now now Jinnie, no need to get jealous, I’ll treat you well too~”

“I’ll pass…” Hyunjin scoffs. Felix huffs in annoyance and crosses his arms over his chest.

“That’s not what you said la-” Hyunjin walks up to Felix and covers his mouth before he can say anything else.

“Don’t go saying shit without context you fucking perv.” Hyunjin seethes into Felix’s ear. “I need to go wake up Seungmin.”

Hyunjin makes his way over to Seungmin’s room and knocks on the door before entering. He sees Seungmin already awake, reading a book while sitting up in bed, still in his pajamas. “Hey, good morning.”

“Morning Hyunnie.” Seungmin says as he lowers his book to his lap. “What can I do for you? You look like you’ve had a rough morning.”

“Heh, rough isn’t even half of it.” Hyunjin sighs as he walks closer to his friend's bed, sitting down at the edge of it.

“Wanna enlighten me?” Seungmin asks as he pats the bed next to him for Hyunjin to climb in. To the rest of the group, Hyunjin and Seungmin seem like they don't get along. Little do they know that the two of them are each other's confidants. The only person they go to when they need comfort or advice. They may butt heads in front of the others, but they really rely on each other emotionally. They are also the biggest gossips in the crew and love to spill the tea with one another. They like to call it “Tea Time”. Hyunjin climbs into the bed and rests his head on Seungmins lap. Seungmin carefully marked his page in his book before placing it beside him to give Hyunjin his full attention.

“Well, this morning I had a mental breakdown thinking about… her. Minho… kind of helped, but my brain still feels really fuzzy. Then I had the duty to wake everyone up. I saw Innie fucking Akira. Bare ass and all. So that was already a great start.” Seungmin laughs as Hyunjin continues. “Jisung wanted me to take a hit of whatever new concoction he made, and you know how fucked up his special blends are. Bin tried to crush me to death and wanted to know all the details about Innie and Akira’s session. AND THEN had the audacity to ask me about Kierra and Minho. Which I almost punched him for.” Hyunjin sighs as he remembers the anger he felt when Changbin asked him those questions. “Let alone the fact he straight up told me he thought Ki and I were fucking at one point-” Seungmin laughed at the remark, “And then I woke up Chan. You’d be proud he actually got 4 hours of sleep.”

“Oh wow, that’s a new record for him.”

“I know! That’s what I said! And then.. Now get this. He got a text from Innie. Now mind you, I only left their room like 5 minutes beforehand, so there was no fucking way they were done with their…. Session. And then Chan hyung read it and was like ‘Ah, Akira’s looking for me, duty calls’ like… what??? Is he like.. A part of their exploits? To be honest I have no fucking clue what the three of them have going on, and I’m so desperate to find out. They’re so secretive.”

“To be fair Hyune, everyone has had that thought about you and Kierra, and you two are just as secretive as Chan and Akira- Don’t look too deep into it, you’ve already walked in on Innie, next time your brain might actually short circuit if it’s Chan you walk in on…”

“Ugh, don’t give me that mental image. Ew. But ANYWAY. After I left Chan, I went to wake up Lix.”

“How many tries did it take this time?”

“11 before I got too impatient and poured water on him.”

“Hah! Serves him right.”

“Yeah, but then this fucker wanted to go out for breakfast butt-ass-naked.”

“As he always does?” Seungmin chuckles,

“Yeah well, a sweet little reminder for you, we have a brand new member, who hasn’t even met half of the team and just spent her first night here. I think her brain might explode if she saw all of those animals stalking around the house in their birthday suits.”

“I mean he is packing, so yeah she might have a moment-” Seungmin teases,

“Exactly! BUT OH WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT!” Hyunjin jumps up out of Seungmin’s lap and looks him in the eyes excitedly. “He asked me to send Jisung to his room later.”

“Uh… that’s kind of normal though, Jisung’s in there all the time.”

“No, his special room.” Hyunjin can see the lightbulb go off in Seungmin’s head.

“No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way.”

“I- why?”

“I DIDN’T ASK. I want to know but I was honestly a little scared to ask. Felix is a freak and I don't know if I really want to know the specifics that happen in that room.”

“No, that's a fair point. Hmm, maybe he just wants to smoke?”

“Well he said he was having a guest later.”

“Oh ew.” Seungmin shivers. “Yeah I think it’s best if you don’t ask Felix about it. But definitely grill Jisung about it after the fact. I’m far too curious to let it slide.”

“Ugh, you and me both.”

“So what about Y/N?”

Hyunjin sighs, laying his head back down on Seungmin’s lap. “I went to wake her up and she was having a nightmare. She looked so scared. She was shaking and sweating, she was crying too.” Hyunjin tries not to remember the scared look on your face before you were able to recognize that it was him next to you. “I don’t know why but… I just pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back… like I used to do for… her.”

“You’ve been thinking about that one a lot recently.”

“Yeah, ever since Y/n showed up. I think it’s ‘cause we haven’t had anyone new since, and the fact that she’s staying in that room. I think it’s just hitting me a lot harder than it should. My brain’s a mess.”

“I mean honestly it’s normal. It was traumatic to say the least, Hyunnie. For that room to be in use by another woman, well I mean it's bound to bring up some painful memories.”

“Yeah. I just wasn’t really prepared mentally… or emotionally…”

“Listen Hyunnie. You have to take this whole thing one step at a time. There’s no need to rush. It’s like… learning to fly. Or falling in love.”

“Are you using Jordin Sparks' lyrics to give me a pep talk?” Hyunjin laughs.

“Is it working?” Seungmin laughs.

“I mean… kind of?”

“I’m serious though, Hyunnie. After everything that went down, you need to take things carefully this time. To protect your heart from getting hurt again.” Seungmin says as he runs a hand through Hyunjin’s hair, something he did when he was truly worried for his friend. “And if you happen to have more thoughts of… Domino, then you can always come to me. You know I’m always here for you.”

Hyunjin sighs, “I know you are, Minnie. And I really appreciate you… a lot.” Hyunjin turns around in Seungmin’s lap and wraps his arm around his waist, giving him a hug. Seungmin wraps his arms around Hyunjin as best as he could, squeezing him tightly. Hyunjin pulls away slightly and smiles up at his friend and finally sits up next to him.

“Are you feeling better?” Seungmin asks as he fixes some of Hyunjin’s hair that had been rustled out of place.

“Much better. We should go get some breakfast.” Seungmin nods at Hyunjin and they both get up to make their way back to the kitchen. The boys greet Hyunjin and Seungmin as they enter the room. Akira, Kierra, and Jeongin are the last to join the party. As they all sit down to eat, they chat about random nonsense. You are trying your hardest to keep up with the stories and conversations that are flying around you.

“Listen up.” Akira announces after the food has been passed around. Everyone silently eats as she stands to speak. “We have a job coming up. My team, I’ll need you all in my office after breakfast. That includes you No Name.” Akira commands from her spot. You stiffen as she says your name. After Akira speaks she sits back down, her sister immediately standing up at the other end of the table.

“My team, we’ll meet downstairs in the training room. I have some new toys I want you all to get used to. We’ll start at noon, be ready for hell.” Kierra smirks as she smiles at Minho and Jeongin.

“Ki-” Hyunjin asks quietly. “Where should I go?”

“What team are you on Hyunnie?” Kierra asks.

“Yours, but I’m caretaking-” “Then you know where to go, the girl is Chan’s duty today.” Kierra sits back down and the gang continues to eat, the chatter from before picking up once again. You look at Hyunjin with concern written across your face. He mouths a ‘it’s fine’ to you. How did you get to be a part of Akira’s team? What was Akira’s team?

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