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just-a-strange-boy · 8 months

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a wicked tongue

part two

part one here

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Two frustrating nights in a row leave you restless. Stephen finds himself concerned - and poses a kind offer. He seems all too eager to pay you a friendly favor.

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (GN)

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), more questionable sexual proposals, friends with benefits (kind of), caught masturbating, oral sex (reader receiving), face sitting

A/N: one good turn deserves another ;) and I promised you a sequel, so there it is! thanks for all the love you left on a helping hand. I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible, but it was very hard to not get specific with this kind of sexual interaction. I suppose you could say it's a little more afab-coded, but I still hope you'll enjoy!

The world was kind of funny.

Two days ago you had decided to help your sister's friend get off after sort of stumbling upon him in a very private moment, failing to pleasure himself, and finding yourself to just be the right person for the task.

Now, after two frustrating nights in a row of trying, you were suddenly the one incapable of getting all the way to the edge on your own. You didn't know what the matter was, why it suddenly wouldn't just...work.

Perhaps it was the fact that you were staying at someone else's place that made you unable to orgasm in peace. Not even the shower would do, though the perfect place for masturbation as the door locked and the spray would conceal any noises you did not want Stephen to hear.

But your body simply wasn't able to relax, even though that had never been one of your concerns before.

Maybe you were just tired of only ever feeling your fingers – you had to admit it had been a long while since having someone else and you rarely used the opportunity of involving a sex toy.

It wasn't that you weren't horny enough, because heaven's sake you absolutely were. That's why it was so damn frustrating. The urge to get there was strong and arousal sparked almost violently, especially when you thought about Stephen. You needed release and just couldn't find it.

Maybe it was a Stephen problem.

The man had been riddling your thoughts ever since your little encounter in his bedroom – and you found yourself replaying how beautiful he had sounded, remembering the expressions on his face flicking from frustration to pleasure to bliss and relief, how incredibly hot it had been to have him (quite literally) in your hand and bring him to a mindblowing orgasm. But even that fantasy wasn't enough to do it for you and you frankly felt bad for using Stephen as means to get off.

Shame on you. Of course, you still thought about him. Whenever you thought you got there though, you failed to cum anyways.

It left you restless and frustrated, even though it had only been a few days without release, and that's exactly why you ended up sitting at the kitchen aisle in the middle of the night, deciding to start working on the next project because you imagined it at least might distract you enough from your own dissatisfaction.

So you had thought.

But once you had opened the program, you immediately realized that neither inspiration nor motivation would grace you tonight, so you kept typing and tapping away randomly, hoping some creative spark would finally strike and keep your mind busy.

Minutes and then an hour and then two hours went by. Nothing.

About 1am, you were surprised to find Stephen joining you in the kitchen, staggering in from the dark corridor – he acknowledged you with a curt nod, though his gaze seemed to linger on you a while longer, before he quietly walked towards the kitchen counter, apparently meaning to get himself a drink, just some water.

Because you greeted every distraction you could get at the moment, you decided to watch him bustle around instead of trying to focus on work. And what a perfect distraction he was, looking entirely adorable, his hair a little mussed and rumpled with sleep, careful with every single one of his steps, clumsily trying to open the cap of the water bottle, grumbling - probably about the fact his hands were absolutely pissing him off.

He had not paid your presence any more mind up until that point, but eventually gave up on the bottle cap, walked towards you and handed you the bottle with a pleading (albeit very tired) look. Stephen didn't speak his request out loud, but he didn't really need to – usually you liked having him ask and say 'Please' because it annoyed him to go the extra mile of niceties, though once in a while you had mercy.

You opened it for him in the blink of an eye and carefully returned it to his hands.

“Thanks”, he muttered. For a moment you thought, he might just have a sip and leave again. But then you noticed that he drank while staying real close by your seat and tried to catch a glimpse of what you were working on – it wasn't much, just a few scribbles on the screen, but still seemed to make him curious.

"That looks... not like something I'd expect from an actual graphic designer", he worded politely, though his cockiness seeped through, regardless of his exhausted state, “Let me guess. Couldn't get any sleep?”

"Nope, my body decided to betray me and I couldn't fall asleep. Now I'm just... here, doing work, because I might as well be productive", you sighed, obviously not planning to tell him about your frustration with another kind of handiwork, “But you can see how well that's going. It looks pathetic.”

"Is the couch getting too uncomfortable perhaps?", Stephen wondered. You almost snorted. It was definitely not the couch bothering you. “And by the way that looks, I doubt you'll get any further with your creativity tonight.”

"Yeah well, just a couple more days of suffering and Christine will be back and then I can finally go home to my own bed, while you can get on her nerves instead", you therefore replied, paying him a tired smile in response, trying to match his teasing nature, “Or she on yours. Probably both.”

"Already tired of playing caretaker?", Stephen joked, placed one of his bandaged hands on your shoulder and squeezed it gently, “And here I thought you liked me.”

"Don't blame me for thinking you are a horrible patient", you rolled your eyes at him, "Are you gonna bother me much longer or may I go back to work?"

"Actually, let me be the reasonable one for once. I have an idea", Stephen contemplated and by the way his tone suddenly shifted, you were almost expecting it to be a very suggestive one.

"How about you stop working and come join me in bed? You need some rest too, considering you'll have to deal with me for a few more days. There's space enough for the two of us, it's much more comfortable than the couch and maybe the presence of another human being will allow you and me both to finally get some sleep. I call that a win-win.”

You tried real hard to keep a neutral look on your face, not giving away that you were somewhat entertained by the suggestion, but also slightly confused.

Had you expected this coming from Stephen? No, certainly not. You didn't mind, but were still conflicted, because you couldn't tell whether it was actually meant to be so suggestive or just an innocent offer. Maybe he was really just trying to accommodate you in order for you to have a good rest, since he was the one getting on your nerves so very often.

Though it did sound like he wanted you near too, as if it would also help him to get some better sleep as well.

Stephen looked worried when you didn't answer immediately, like he feared he had made you uncomfortable. In truth he had simply rendered you speechless.

You caught yourself somewhere amidst the awkward silence between you. Instead of giving him an answer he was most certainly dreading, you let your actions speak, closing all of your programs and shutting off your laptop.

It was a silent agreement, but he sure understood.

It wouldn't do any harm, would it? Sleeping next to Stephen might be nice, just to have the comfort and warmth of another person might be enough to actually lull you to sleep, and it wasn't like this was crossing any more boundaries along the lines of friendship, considering you had jerked him off two days ago without a second thought.

Sharing a bed was nothing worth mentioning in contrast.

Your only concern was your current sexual frustration, something that might be intensified by the presence of a very attractive man and the proximity you'd get to enjoy while sleeping in the same bed – you would definitely not try to masturbate next to Stephen and if you were lucky enough, then maybe sleeping next to him would end up being just as relaxing as a possible orgasm.

Well, apparently you were going to find out.

As soon as you got settled into bed next to Stephen, sheets and pillows smelling delightfully fresh, of course a little like him, you let yourself be embraced by the warmth of the blanket immediately, sinking into the soft mattress. Heavenly. Definitely better than the couch, though the choice of furniture had certainly not been the underlying issue anyways.

Laying in a comfortable bed, suddenly feeling the dead tired weight of your limbs and your eyes dropping as well, you stopped worrying altogether.

There was not even a whim of discomfort in this moment, even though you hadn't shared a bed with anyone for months. Especially sharing it with Stephen, you had expected to find it perhaps odd, but now that you lay there – it was just fine. The exhaustion did its part.

You bid good night to one another and it took you mere minutes after closing your eyes until you were drifting off...

•

You could have sworn you had fallen asleep laying on your back, with an appropriate amount of distance between two people considered friends, but in your process of awakening you quickly noticed something was a little off.

Apparently you had rolled over onto your side at some point during the night, which wasn't that seldom. It was just a lot more comfortable than sleeping on your back. But that wasn't all.

You also undeniably found yourself in a warm embrace that wasn't just a blanket on top of you but an arm draped over your form and a warm body pressing up to your backside.

Oh lord.

Getting spooned in the morning had sure not been on your list for the day (or at all, as of lately), but you didn't bother to complain or even make the slightest attempt of moving away, no matter how much the initial realization startled you. Having Stephen near was kinda nice, more than you could have imagined.

It didn't feel wrong.

As this was probably the only cuddle you were going to get for a long while, you might as well enjoy it. It made you wonder though. He had likely just embraced you by accident, subconciously snuggling up to the one thing in his bed, but you wondered what his reaction might be like if he woke and noticed what was going on.

Would he be startled or entirely unfazed? Had it perhaps not been a subconcious decision at all? What if he had done this on purpose? What if he had wanted to hold you, feel another body close to his? Maybe that had been the reason for his invitation in the first place. But right now you couldn't find yourself to care too much about any ulterior motives and just let it happen.

Focusing on the sensations around and within you, you came to a few more realizations.

Stephen was a furnace, his presence alone incredibly warm. There was something comforting about his embrace, it was a protective but gentle hold, and you could probably get used to being cuddled in the morning by someone like him.

However, and worst of all – it was enough to turn you on instantly, to have his warm body pressed up to yours, the way he had claimed you all for himself, how right it felt.

You wanted to damn yourself for agreeing to his offer in the first place as it brought you into such a precarious position right now, but then again... you wouldn't want to risk missing the experience, would you? Besides that, it would never happen another time and you should enjoy it while it lasted – though if you both consented, perhaps it might not be the last time for you after all.

You greeted that idea. But this certainly crossed a boundary, a different one than having jerked him off. Allowing Stephen a sexual favor, for this one time, had been a friendly deed. You had wanted to make him feel better, because you cared for him, and you had accomplished just that.

But now, with his arm around you and you wishing to be able to experience this more often, you became uncomfortably aware that maybe being just friends would not be enough for you.

Because you wanted more. So much more. Especially right now.

It didn't help that Stephen was shifting behind you, drawing his arm around you tighter, pressing up to your back, his warm breath tickling your nape, obviously still fast asleep...

Your heart hammered in your chest, a familiar lust rushing to your loins, and you squirmed in interest, cautious to not press back into him in order to not accidentally wake him up. Because if you did and he became aware of what was going on, he would likely pull back and then this perfect moment would be over.

Or maybe not. But could you risk that?

If you surrendered to your own desire here, you might never be able to look Stephen in the eye ever again. Jerking him off had been a well-meant favor. Masturbating next to him would entirely be for your own gain and just wrong. But the temptation of doing something forbidden, the thought of maybe being discovered by Stephen... undeniably did something to you.

It wasn't like he had to know. For as long as he wouldn't wake, you'd be safe. It's not like you would use him for your own pleasure – no, he was just there and his presence was more than enough to feed your arousal. The rest, you could do yourself.

A little drowsy from sleep, you slid your hand down the pajama pants, over your underwear and eventually finding your evident excitement, letting fingers rub over yourself through the material. Seemed like this part of you was responding quite eagerly too.

God, with only noticing how touch-starved Stephen had been, you apparently had forgotten how starved for attention and desperate you were.

Alas, if you started touching yourself now, it would be twice as awkward for the man behind you to wake up and find you like that, but being so aroused, being so embraced too, you allowed to just let this take its toll.

Slightly ashamed, your cheeks burning with heat, breathing faster, you slipped your fingers under the remaining layer of clothing, brushing over your naked arousal, allowing yourself just a tiny bit of pleasure.

Going on like this, maybe for a handful of minutes, your fingers busy working between your thighs, trailing the spots that made you feel just right, trying hard to not shift or push back against Stephen, to not make too much noise, to not moan at how utterly excited you were and how your own touch might just be enough to finally get you to the edge, you nearly found yourself forgetting about being in a presence of another person.

Unsurprisingly so, it scared the shit out of you when Stephen suddenly stirred and moved, gently placing his bandaged hand on your forearm, a very definite sign that he was awake.

Oh no.

You stopped the movements immediately and by god, another hole in the ground opening up and swallowing you whole would have been great now. Your face must have literally been flaring red in your current state of embarrassment, burning with heat, and your entire body tensed. Rather awkwardly, you tried to remain as still as you could, pretending that you had not just touched yourself.

But he wasn't a fool, obviously. You sure were, hoping this would go unnoticed. What in heaven's name had you been thinking? And what was going to happen now?

Was he urging you to stop, but wouldn't mention it to you, letting the weight of silence consume the moment and ruin your arousal? Maybe he'd just let the moment pass and you could continue on to be friendly with each other, without ever demanding to talk about this? You'd greet that.

But could there be any chance he might just be okay with this? What if he'd be disgusted, resentful or would ridicule and tease you about this forever on?

You wished for the whole world to come crashing down just about now and spare you the embarrassment...

But then he spoke up, with the low rumble of his voice, warm breath brushing against the back of your neck, something that didn't help your arousal at all. "You know, you could have just told me that you're also desperate and need some relief. I wouldn't have judged."

"M'sorry", you sighed, pulling your hand out of your pants in utmost shame, Stephen's closeness and his careful touch on your arm burning into your skin, "I know I shouldn't have... but... I've just been struggling with getting off... and... I guess being held by you... just kinda did it for me. Not to say that you turn me on, I just... god, this is ridiculous."

"Oh come on, is it really so ridiculous?”, Stephen hummed, sounding very amused about this situation as a whole, "You jerked me off, remind you not that long ago, and this... is actually kind of hot. Having an adorable little minx like you in my bed trying to get off, too afraid to admit that they're turned on, too shy to ask for assistance. Sounds like a dream to me."

"More like a nightmare, being caught in the act", you turned your head to smush it further into the pillow. Why were you even having such a casual conversation right now? You, in this odd state between complete embarrassment and relentless arousal, and Stephen, having woken up to this, seemingly unfazed.

You should have just rolled out of bed and left the situation, hoping that Stephen would never mention it again and spare you any further shame.

Perhaps it was only fair – you had accidentally witnessed Stephen trying to masturbate and now he had discovered you. You were in an odd way even. Not that it made this any better.

"Do you want any help with that? I owe you something, don't I?", he asked, instead of letting it rest though, his voice still gravelly and low from sleep, his hand brushing over your arm in a comforting motion. Speaking of being suggestive...

"Fuck all the way off. You don't owe me anything", you replied, of course. You didn't want Stephen to feel like he had to offer you anything in return for the favor you had so willingly given, even though you obviously didn't actually mind the idea of it. Damn it.

He wasn't the type of person to be entirely selfless, so with offering something like this... maybe he wasn't opposed to the idea of being in more sexual situations with you and you didn't really know what to think about this.

Though you might not want to go as far as having sex with the man already (if ever) and while his hands might be a bit of an issue, you had no doubts it would be worth it, whatever he had in mind.

God, if Christine ever found out about this... she'd probably make fun of both of you, thinking you were absolutely ridiculous - which you no doubt were, dancing around each other and clutching onto the boundaries of a normal friendship, when you could perhaps be so much more if you were just bold and brave enough.

"Would it make this situation better if I wanted to help you?", Stephen admitted to you, sounding unsure, "I wasn't lying when I said I think it's hot."

"And we won't talk to anyone about this?", you asked.

"Not a word. Promise", Stephen confirmed, pressing up to your body from behind, his breath still ghosting over your neck, sending a whole different kind of shiver through you when his lips softly brushed your nape, "I'm just afraid my fingers currently won't be good enough to please you. But I have an idea."

"And if I may ask, what kind of idea might that be?" Curiosity killed the cat after all. You were still so horny you might have accepted any offer of pleasure, even though unsure whether it was wise, but you were looking forward to pick a piece of his mind, to find out what filthy thoughts he might harvest. He seemed so willing to do this, for whatever reason – and you yourself began wondering if all of this was just a dream, made up by your subconscious desires.

"You'll figure it out. Turn over", Stephen spoke and eased his embrace – and so you did, rolling onto your other side, facing him, who was watching you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a rather soft sleepy smile. You couldn't possibly tell what was crossing his thoughts and looked at each other for a quiet moment, since you didn't know what to expect or how to act next.

“If we're going to do this my way, you need to strip. At least get out of your pants”, was the subtle order that followed up – and so you did, even though followed by a little awkwardness, deciding to shuffle out of your pajama pants and underwear, still hidden from his gaze by the blanket resting over you. It didn't save you from feeling slightly self-conscious, a thousand thoughts running through your head.

What was he planning? What was he going to suggest next? Why was he doing this for you? Would you like it? And what would that mean for your friendship?

"Don't be shy. Come get on top of me", Stephen announced the third step and leisurely turned onto his back, appearing oddly expectant. You faltered, eyes widening at his suggestion. He wasn't expecting you to... he wasn't asking for sexual intercourse, was he?

Noticing your second guessing, his gaze softened and he smiled at you, assuredly. “You can trust me. If you don't like it, we can stop any time. But I'm thinking you might just enjoy it.”

“I just...”, you began. Your curiosity was catching up on you. You would have liked to find out.

“Come on up. I'll be nice”, Stephen's smile turned into that self-satisfied grin you knew him for and whatever it was that had you convinced in the end, you decided to surrender yourself. He had given into you mere days ago and so easily, putting so much trust in you, convinced you were meaning well – and in return, you'd allow him the same trust.

So you did as he suggested, slowly pushing back the blankets to awkwardly scramble onto Stephen's lap, finding your usual confidence whisked away, oddly exposed. The man's gaze was raking over your body and for a moment you quietly watched him in the soft morning light, his smug face, pupils dilating with desire as he consumed the sight of you.

What now, you asked yourself, bracing your palms against his stomach, feeling his warmth, the subtle movement of his breathing, perched on firm thighs. Was he waiting for you to make the next move? You had no doubt that if you grinded down on him, it would feel good. Perhaps you'd even get him to harden as well, adding to his pleasure as much as to your own.

But something told you it wasn't quite what he had in mind – he was meaning to give you a favor.

"Good. Place your hands on the headboard instead", he instructed you next, waiting for you to do just that, "And now you come further up here."

You swallowed hard as you stared back down at him and the clear indication he had just made. "Do you mean I should...? Like... on your... face?"

A sharp and quick "Yes" was the only respond you got. So that's what was he had planned.

Stephen was apparently very pleased with his idea and before you had a chance to second-guess, he snuck his arms around your waist, pulling you forward instantly, urging you to shuffle up until your knees were resting on the pillow, close to his head, and you were literally hovering over him, holding yourself up on the headboard.

You suddenly didn't dare to look at him and closed your eyes instead, contemplating just how unreal this situation was. Kneeling over him, you could feel Stephen's warm breath on your most private parts, his head between your thighs, and honestly, even that alone seemed too crazy to be true.

But this was really happening, wasn't it?

Only a broken moan escaped you when you suddenly felt Stephen's mouth on you, hot and welcoming, gently teasing, carefully sucking on your sensitive swollen sex, tongue lazily testing and probing all of you, to the point all your insecurities and doubts were whisked away.

"Fucking... fuck", you shuddered, clinging a little tighter onto the headboard immediately, careful not to crush the man under your own weight, but god... his mouth felt so good on you and Stephen was unashamed to taste every bit, exploring you, sometimes with the flat of his tongue, sometimes only giving you little flicks, paying more attention to those spots he had quickly figured how much you liked and humming in delight whenever he drew a reaction out of you.

You had known Stephen had a wicked tongue, judging by his snarky comments most of the time, but only now were you truly figuring out how skilled it was as well. He was downright devouring you, slow strokes of his flat tongue up and down, his mouth tasting you seemingly everywhere, sucking and licking and kissing, his tongue easing its way along every dip and curve, not leaving a single part of your arousal unattended.

Apparently he was trying to drive you mad too – just the right level of intensity, switching things up to keep you on edge, pausing, so you could only feel his breath ghosting over you, and you had to admit that you kinda deserved this torturous sweetness after having being cruel to Stephen himself last time. But god, how thorough and driven he was, all this to make you feel good.

At this point, it seemed a lot like the man wasn't too concerned with being smothered by you at all, hungrily pulling you further towards his own face, tasting you, lapping on you like a starving man, his heavy breath and scruffy beard tickling you. Nothing seemed to dampen his enthusiasm.

You couldn't remembered ever having someone as eager as him between your legs before and sank your head against the wall, unable to stop moaning, giving yourself over to the purest pleasure sparking within, Stephen's sinful mouth taking care of you like no one else ever had.

A whine left your lips just as Stephen's mouth parted from you, continuing to spread soft kisses and playful little bites on you inner thighs – as much as he could reach of them anyways – and you were so close to just grab him by the hair and lead him back to your aching arousal, if it meant he would continue to lick you.

It was just as intense when he returned to taste you with his tongue again.

Stephen didn't hold you back from grinding against his face either and you rolled your hips in time for the greedy laps of his tongue, chasing your orgasm just like this.

And when you came, gods, did you come hard.

It was seriously unreal, your entire body was suddenly trembling hard, you could feel the heavy jitters of your thighs taking over all of your body, moaning and panting, your brain was literally on fire, pleasure surging like electricity through your veins - and if that wasn't the literal definition of a mind-blowing orgasm, you didn't know what was.

You couldn't believe your own luck. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest, you felt carefree and light, floating in nothingness for a moment, mind entirely blank.

You must have carried a quite loopy smile, looking down at Stephen, having pulled back enough to let him breathe, not wanting to smother him altogether - because it would honestly have been a shame to get rid of him now.

But Stephen took it like a champ, entirely unfazed, just smiled back at you, hair still tousled from sleep, cheeks reddened, lips swollen red, mouth and chin glistening with saliva and slick of your arousal, a filthy reminder of what had just happened.

He looked damn pleased with himself and admittedly so, you were more than pleased with him as well.

Too weak in the knees to gracefully get off Stephen, you nearly tumbled backwards on top of him, almost crushing him with your awkward shuffling around. Your head was still a little too scrambled to word your satisfaction, but you were sure Stephen understood you quite well, even without words.

He seemed smug. Amused. There was this glimmer in his eyes as he watched you climbing off his body. You felt the urge to simply whack him with a pillow for his grin alone, but reconsidered.

Let him have a little joy. A little satisfaction. He seemed at ease and you loved to see it.

Coming to lay beside Stephen again, utterly tired and probably ready for another hour of sleep now that he had knocked this orgasm out of you, you found your own kind of enjoyment. Almost a sweet moment, if one ignored the fact you had just sat on his face mere minutes ago, and one you were willing to make the most of, for as long as it would last.

Instead of simply fleeing the scene like last time, you closed the distance to cuddle up to him, placing your head on his chest and a hand to his stomach, happy with the fact that the man accepted your affections and went on to hold you in his embrace. He seemed content and as you shut your eyes, fully welcoming his comforting warmth to lull you back to sleep, you swore you could feel him press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

For now, it was more than enough. But who knew where this little encounter would eventually take the two of you?

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Nova Grappler Ft Jinsoul

Authors note: this piece while silly to me is an important piece that I have been trying to finish for ages and means a lot to me personally. Overall I hope y'all enjoy it

In the well-loved mecha combat sport Nova Grappler, tonight's championship bout had all eyes fixed on you, the crowd was hoping for your defeat. Despite a year filled with turmoil and betrayal, you stood alone before the crucial fight. Your coach had deserted you after wrecking his other protege's mecha, unaware that protege was once your friend who orchestrated a scheme to break your arm before the match. Compounded by the media's negative portrayal since the incident and the absence of your girlfriend and family due to logistical constraints, you found yourself at the pinnacle of the world championship with no support. Yet, you reassure yourself that setbacks are part of the journey. However, amidst the solitude, you question the purpose of your fight. Uncertain of your motivations, you acknowledge your journey thus far and resolve to see it through. Suddenly, a familiar voice breaks through the silence—your ex-girlfriend and megastar, Jinsoul Despite the estrangement, she offers an apologetic smile, expressing regret for not knowing about the betrayal by Jordan, your former friend. Perplexed, you inquire about the revelation, to which Jinsoul reveals Jordan's admission to orchestrating the scheme to sabotage you. Despite the cold response, Jinsoul chooses to sit by your side, offering a silent but comforting presence.

She breaks the silence first, her tone heavy with apology. "I'm so sorry I didn't stand by you," she says, her words carrying the weight of regret.

"It's okay, Jinsoul," you respond, trying to alleviate her guilt.

"No, it's not. You needed me, and I abandoned you when Coach Kick left you when the media was attacking you. I left you with no one," she insists, her remorse palpable.

"Soul... it's okay. I'm just happy to have you here with me now," you assure her, appreciating her presence despite the past.

"So, how do you expect to win tonight?" she asks, injecting a touch of playfulness into the conversation.

"Honestly, I don't know, Soul. The fight prep has been hell. Everyone's always attacking me whenever I go to practice. I just haven't had it in me," you admit, weariness seeping into your voice.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Jinsoul says sympathetically.

"It's fine. I'll probably just go down around two like a good heel. I mean, I made it this far when no one said I could, so why can't I just lay down this one time?" you respond, feeling the weight of exhaustion.

Jinsoul's demeanor shifts abruptly as she pulls your face to hers, her voice rising with a rare intensity fueled by her determination. "No! You can't give up," she exclaims, surprising you with her sudden fervor. "You've worked too hard for this. To throw it all away when your dream is so close... you can't. That guy out there, he's looking for your blood, and you're just going to let him beat you after everything you've been through? No, I won't let you," she adds fiercely, her words igniting a spark within you.

You laugh, grateful for her unique brand of motivation. "So, what do you propose I do to get out of this funk?" you ask, eager to hear her perspective.

"Well, why don't you fight like how you used to before you met Kicks?" Jinsoul suggests.

"Throws and strikes?" you question, seeking clarification.

"Yeah, play to the high-flying antics you used to do," Jinsoul insists, her confidence in you unwavering.

"Okay, I'll do that," you agree, feeling a renewed sense of determination. Jinsoul smiles brightly, her encouragement fueling your resolve.

"Go get 'em," she says with a playful wink as you head to the loading pit. When the announcer calls for your intro card, you hand him your original one, eschewing the "Kicks improved" version.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special presentation for the Nova Grappler Championship bout. We have the Resolute Queen Jisoo defending her title against the upstart from Jumpstart, the high-flying, death-defying Razor," the announcer declares as you enter the arena, taking in the magnitude of the moment. Despite the sparse support, you feel a sense of contentment knowing that you've persevered through a tough year to reach this point. As you face your opponent, you notice her corner filled with her group mates from BlackPink and her coach Teddy, ready to give their all.

Round one rings, and you're off. You barrel towards Jisoo and make your first strike. It's a calculated feint as she dodges, going for the parry. You slide to the side, grab Mech's arm, and slam her Machine into the ground.

"Oh, and Razor starts strong. A classic opener we haven't seen from the grappler in a while. I guess with no Coach Kicks, we get to see what Razor is made of tonight," the announcer Sakura Miyawaki says cheerfully. Jisoo gets up and attempts to make a solid connection, which you dodge flawlessly, giving a quick shoulder charge to Jisoo's mech.

"Oh my gosh, it is a blast from the past! Razor is executing all of his old moves – first, the Judo throw and now the Tsuburaya shoulder charge. Will we see the Landfall?" Announcer Miyawaki says with rigorous delight. You revel in the reaction and decide, while Jisoo is getting up, to give the fans who have been watching Nova Grappler as long as you have a little something extra.

"Oh my God, is that the legendary Blazing Lion pose of the Hall of Fame grappler and Pilot of the Beast Deity series 001 Gao-King: Cole Evans? Ladies and gentlemen, we may have a true Nova Grappler fan among us tonight. Where has this Razor been all this time? Forget the Demon Duke; this Historic Homegrown Hero is so much better," Announcer Daigo exclaims, leaving his co-announcer, Mrs. Miyawaki, gasping.

Jisoo gets up and runs towards you. You roll out of the way and get behind her. Using prominent leverage – the move popularized by Ace, who piloted Mecha-Kitsune – you slam her mech into the ground again. At this point, the crowd goes wild. It had been a long time since many of these moves had been seen due to their "flashiness" and lack of strategy. Now, to be fair, you've made some adjustments to them using modern techniques, but you understand the core appeal of why these moves and heroes were so beloved in the sport. Knowing now what you mean to these people, you decide to give them a finisher that everyone would recognize.

You spin your left arm three times to charge up the move, and the crowd goes silent as you keep your index finger pointed to the sky.

"No..." the announcers gasped.

"He wouldn't," they add. But you would. You wait for Jisoo to get close; she makes a very telegraphed strike, you dodge, and using the uncharged arm, you swing at the critical spot all Nova grappler mechs have – the "collarbone" area.

Your strike rings true as you nail the solid connection, causing a Critical Failure Knock-Out, the first in 15 years to be precise. The crowd erupts.

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. Razor has pulled off the performance of the decade. He baits using the Super Galaxy Tenga Toppa Gurren Lagann Pose into the United States of Smash for a C.F.K.O. Oh my goodness. Nova Grappler history was made today, ladies and gentlemen. Never to be repeated. Razor is the undisputed Worldwide Nova Grappler Champion," announcers Miyawaki and Daigo declare.

The after-battle interview is kind of a blur. The key questions you remember answering were, "How did you come up with tonight's style?" and "What gave you the courage to fight with such outdated techniques?"

Your reply was pretty stuck the entire night. "I just love the sport, and I feel like these moves have their place despite skill and technique improving," you figure ESPN and all the news outlets would have more to say tomorrow, but tonight was just about the moment.

You did it. You won, sticking to your guns and style. No one could take that from you.

After everything, Jinsoul met you back in your hotel for the night giddy and excited at your victory.

"I knew you'd win," she says happily, as the two of you cuddle, hoping to turn in early for the night.

"Well, if it wasn't for you and the rest of my support, I wouldn't have gotten this far," you reply.

"Joe, I assure you. You were destined to win the championship. All we did was accelerate the process. Jisoo couldn't touch you all night, and you hit her with the greatest hits of Nova Grappling," Jinsoul states.

"Well, the moves were modified," you reply.

"Yes, but the core moves were still the same, and even then, she couldn't hit you," Jinsoul retorts.

"Fair," You reply

"I know. Now, kiss me goodnight," Jinsoul demands.

"I take it this means we are back together?" you tease, and Jinsoul rolls her eyes. You kiss her goodnight.

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Lilac Moon

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary:

You’re a singer in a small, local band called Lilac Moon. You play rock and roll music with a bit of a bluesy, jazzy, r&b flair to it. You moved to Nashville with your best friend, Ivy, to pursue your dreams, leaving your families behind as they weren’t the most supportive of this endeavor.

Your band does well enough locally, even having a small group of die hard fans who love you, but you haven’t been able to go much beyond that.

You now have 2 self funded, indie label ep’s out, and currently working on your first album. However, lack of funds is making this venture quite difficult and it’s taking longer than you and the band would’ve liked. This means picking up gigs wherever and whenever the opportunity strikes. It’s mostly small, run down bars that you play, bars that are really only visited by the locals. This makes it a bit hard to get your music out there and the joy of playing has ceased due to lack of motivation.

One night, you and your band have a gig at a small, locally owned bar in East Nashville. To your surprise, all four members of your favorite band just so happen to be in the crowd.

After the show, you catch them talking with your manager.

What could this possibly mean? And why did Josh keep staring at you during the set?

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) *most of these are eventual warnings, not specifically presented in this chapter. each chapter will have it’s own specific set of warnings* angst, mentions of cheating, alcohol abuse, fighting, arrests, drug use, sexual situations, lots of eventual SMUT.

a/n: hi, everyone! ☺️ this is an idea I’ve had stuck in my head for awhile now, and I’ve finally found the time to sit down and write it. I really hope you all enjoy this little brainchild of mine. don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

much love, lis. 🤍

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You decided to take a stroll through downtown Nashville by yourself this morning, clearing your head after a particularly stressful set with the band last night. Nothing worked right, from the sound system to the lighting, all the way to your tired and worn-out vocals. You had another set tonight at the same bar, and you were incredibly nervous. You needed to get some fresh air, clear your mind, and walking the streets of Nashville in the quiet of the early morning usually did the trick.

You’re walking aimlessly, green tea with honey in hand, when you’re stopped abruptly by running into the back of someone.

You nearly spill your tea all over the unsuspecting man you so rudely collided with. He turns around swiftly as you struggle to keep your balance. Upon turning to face you, you're left breathless. Is this….Josh? Josh Kiszka? From Greta Van Fleet?

Greta Van Fleet is one of your favorite bands, one of your biggest inspirations. You’ve been in love with their music since the early days of From the Fires. You and your best friend followed them to countless gigs, even had a few priceless souvenirs such as some guitar picks from Jake and even a drumstick from Danny.

You knew they lived in Nashville, but over the course of living here over the last few years, your paths somehow never crossed. You were busy, they were busy, it just never happened.

You’re completely still, stuck staring at this man whose music inspired you to chase after your dreams.

He looks at you with a confused grin plastered to his face, and you knew then that you had to say something.

“Holy shit, I am so sorry. I totally wasn’t paying any attention. I didn’t spill this on you, did I?”

You decided then that you wouldn’t let on that you knew who he was. You weren’t going to be that annoying fangirl that gawked at him and made him feel uncomfortable by proclaiming your love for him. So, you did your best to keep your cool, opting to just treat him like the human being he is.

“No, no not at all!” He huffed a laugh. It eased your nerves only slightly. “Just took me by surprise.”

You’re relieved that he’s so cool about it. He giggles more as he takes in your mortified expression.

You stand there for a spell, wondering what to say, when suddenly a very loud laugh comes out of nowhere. You turn to your side to see Sammy, Josh’s little brother and the band's bassist and pianist. You then realize that he was most likely a witness to the whole thing.

“Ah, ignore my dimwitted brother. He’s high as shit at the moment.”

Sammy walks towards you both, holding two lattes that came from the small coffee shop around the corner.

You’re starting to question whether any of this is real. Josh and Sammy, here? With you? It simply can’t be.

“Here’s your oat milk latte, brother, sans dairy so your voice doesn’t turn to shit. Hey, thank you for almost sending my brother to another dimension, but you should try a little harder next time. Really get the job done.”

He pats your back as he’s praising your clumsy act, laughing as he envisions the scenario all over again. You laugh with him, but the embarrassment creeps back up on you and Josh notices.

“Sammy boy, get fucked. She barely nudged me. Besides, it would take a lot more than that to send me to oblivion. I’m quite sturdy on my feet, as you know.”

“Yeah, okay. Pretty sure you’ve been on your ass more than your feet in your lifetime.”

You all start laughing, and the boys are laughing quite loudly as you hold back a little to not embarrass yourself even more with your obnoxious, snorting laugh.

You can’t help but notice Josh’s not-so-subtle glances at you as the two of you make eye contact multiple times. His eyes are so genuine, so sincere. You’re pretty sure you’d get lost in them if you gave yourself half the chance.

There’s no way he’d ever be interested in me, right?

“Um, well, sorry again. I really need to pay better attention. I just zoned out completely, I guess.”

Josh giggles, making you blush.

“No seriously, it’s no big deal. What’s your name?”

“My name's y/n.”

“Well, y/n, this is my much younger, far more immature brother Sammy, and I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you on this lovely morning.”

You laugh a little at this, not because of what he said about Sammy, but because it seems so strange to you that they’re introducing themselves so casually, like they aren’t rockstars in one of the biggest bands in the world and completely unknown to the fact like you’re one of their biggest fans. You keep up the act, not wanting to make this encounter anymore awkward for you.

“It’s nice to meet you guys, too! I, um, should probably get going. Pretty busy day. I’m sorry again. I’ll pay better attention next time!”

“Oh, next time, huh? Look Josh, she’s already planning your second date!”

“Sam, you're absolutely insufferable. I sincerely mean it, y/n. No hard feelings at all. But I’m holding you to that paying attention sentiment. Some people around here aren’t nearly as pleasant as I am.”

There was something about hearing him say your name that instantly caused the butterflies in your stomach to swarm.

He ended his statement with a wink. You smiled and looked down at your feet, attempting to hide the blush that was again creeping up on your cheeks.

“Thanks, Josh. Hope to see you guys around sometime!”

You continued your walk while waving back at the rockstar brothers, nearly crashing into yet another bystander and causing them both to laugh.

What you didn’t know was Josh watched you walk away until you were out of sight. He was captivated by you. He loved how shy and sweet you were, and he thought it was adorable how your cheeks turned pink with almost every word he said. He knew he wouldn’t forget you, and he genuinely hoped you would bump into him again.

“Oh, Joshua. You foolish fuck.”

“Um, pardon me?”

“She was clearly into you. You’re batshit for not asking for her number.”

“I don’t know, Sam. I think the universe might have something in store beyond our control. I don’t believe that’s the last I’ll see of her.”

“Damn hippie.”

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You’ve been resting most of the day, drinking lots of warm tea and gearing up for the show tonight that you’d been secretly dreading.

You love music. You love performing. You love the feeling of being on stage. Nothing compares to it. But lately, you've been in a slump. You’ve lost your confidence, your ambition. You’re quickly running out of money, and the small amount that these gigs make you and the band is hardly enough to keep you afloat.

You want to finish the album. You want to move forward from this phase in your career. It just wasn’t happening, and you felt stagnant.

You’re not sure how much longer you can continue these bar gigs full of drunk, mindless people who couldn’t give a shit one about your art. If you have to listen to one more belligerent man yelling at you to take your top off in the middle of a heartfelt song, you might *accidentally* toss an amplifier in the general direction of said man.

You hate that you feel this way. You hate that the music has become lost in the stress of trying to make enough money to eat.

You want to go back to the beginning of it all, back to wanting nothing more than to make the music you want to make with the people you love the most. That all seems like a distant memory, a dream of a dream trapped in another lifetime.

Still yet, you tried your best and gave your all in every show.

You were often emotional on stage as the lyrics you typically write come straight from your heart. There’s something so magical about creating a song and sharing it with the world. It’s when you allow yourself to be your most vulnerable, to truly let the music guide your spirit.

There’s always a bet in place amongst your bandmates over whether or not you’ll cry during a set. Jokes on the ones betting that you won’t break down in tears, because 9 times out of 10, you do.

Although you still weren’t thrilled about playing in the same, lackluster bar as the night before, something about tonight felt different. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You somehow felt a little lighter, a little more inspired. Maybe tonight won’t be as much of a shitshow. You hoped for as much, at least.

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You arrived at the bar around 5:00 in the evening, about two hours before the doors were set to open. You weren’t scheduled to hit the stage until 9:00, but you and the band wanted a little extra time for a soundcheck given how messy last night was.

You all start getting things set up, but it didn’t take long considering you had left most of it in place from the night before.

You’re in front of the microphone stand preparing for a mic check when the go ahead is given from the guy in the sound booth. You started singing a little melody you randomly came up with, moving your thumb up and down a few times signaling where you needed the volume set.

You never used any sort of in-ear monitors over fear of them not working properly, and you just never saw the need for them since you mostly played really small venues. This meant that the sound truly needed to be perfected at every show to ensure you could hear yourself and your bandmates properly.

Still talking to the mic, you decide to tell everyone about your encounter earlier.

“You guys will never believe who I ran into this morning. And by that I mean I quite literally ran into him, like physically bumped into his back. I wanted to crawl in a hole.”

Jay, the guitarist, (and unfortunately your ex) had to chime in with his typical rhetoric of mocking you and your not-so-graceful moments.

“Jesus, y/n. It’s a wonder they let you out on your own and not worry about whether or not you’ll be fit to sing the next day. Why is it you always find yourself in these stupid situations?”

“To be fair, it’s because you played like shit last night and I had to think of how we were going to make up for it tonight. So, I guess you could say I was a bit distracted.”

The other two in the band bust up in laughter.

You and Jay never really rekindled your friendship after the break up, considering he cheated on you multiple times, with multiple different women.

You managed to keep things professional, because as much as you hated to admit it, he was a damn good guitar player and you two have written some wonderful pieces together. Your music just wouldn’t be the same without each other.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough, guys. Tell us, y/n! I’m dying to know.”

Your bassist, Ivy, has been your best friend for the better part of the last decade. You two decided to leave your hometown behind and take on Nashville together, to live out your dreams.

She wasn’t a huge fan of Jay. Never had been, if she were to be honest. She never fully approved of you two dating over fear that he’d do, well, exactly what he did. She could see right through him when you were stuck with your rose-colored glasses on. She tolerated him for the sake of the band, but you’re her best friend. More like her sister. She hated him for what he did to you.

“Okay, first let me ask you this. Who would you say my favorite band is?”

Ivy immediately stops what she’s doing and looks at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She knows exactly where this is going.

The two of you had gone to as many of their shows as you could before starting the band. You guys had always bonded over music, and Greta Van Fleet was a band that made your friendship even stronger. They brought out the best parts of you both.

“No fucking way.”

You just look at her with the biggest smile on your face as hers displays more and more shock.

“Are you fucking serious, y/n?” she asks with the biggest grin you think you’ve ever seen on her.

Julien, the drummer, also caught on immediately. He knows you and Ivy had a huge thing for Greta Van Fleet in the past. (still do, unapologetically)

“Oh my god, holy shit, y/n. Which one did you meet?”

“Josh. Fucking Josh. And I didn’t just meet him, I slammed into him from behind because I was off in my own world. Then Sammy came up and he-”

Ivy cuts you off with a loud gasp.

“JOSH? SAM? You’re shitting me. What were they like? What did you say?”

“Josh was so nice, so funny. And Sammy was hilarious. But I was so embarrassed and honestly completely taken off guard. I didn’t say much, just kept telling him I was sorry for invading his space that way.”

“Did you tell them about the band? About how much their music inspired us?”

“Well, no. In fact I acted like I didn’t know them at all. I didn’t want to embarrass myself even more, ya know? And I didn’t want it to turn into a shameless plug.”

“You’re much stronger than I am, y/n. I probably would’ve lost my fucking mind. I’m proud of you for keeping your composure.”

The three of you laugh as you all know damn well that Ivy was right in saying she would’ve lost her mind.

Jay then shoots you a look of pure anger as he makes his way over to you.

“What the fuck, y/n! That could’ve been our chance! They could’ve hooked us up with their people, their label, anything! You fucked us over! You didn’t even invite them to the show? Fucking ridiculous.”

“I didn’t want to bother them with that! They probably get so sick of things like that, of small bands using them to get their name out. I refuse to be that person. We’re not that desperate, Jay.”

“You’re so selfish, you know that?”

With that he storms off, leaving you and the rest of the band in complete silence.

Julien walks up to you, wrapping you in a big hug. A world famous, Julien hug.

“Don’t listen to him, y/n. You did the right thing.”

Julien is the peacekeeper in the group, and whenever trouble brews he’s usually the first to ease the tensions.

He followed Jay to try and alleviate some of his anger so that you all could have a proper soundcheck.

“God, he’s a prick. Why do we keep him around again, y/n?”

You huff out a laugh while you’re adjusting your mic stand to the perfect height.

“When you find another guitarist with half his skill, let me know and we’ll drop him. Until then, I think we’re stuck, Ivy.”

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7:30 pm

You had run through a pretty successful soundcheck and had now gone backstage to your respective dressing rooms to get ready.

You and Ivy typically shared a room so you both could share makeup and stage clothes. You liked to coordinate with each other for performances.

The rooms were small and dingy, and they wreaked of old cigarettes and stale beer. They also barely had any lighting so you two had to use the flashlights on your phones to be able to see to do your makeup.

Tonight, you had decided on a black leather mini skirt with black tights and a strapless black bandeau top with a sheer bell sleeved crop top over it that tied in the front. You chose a pair of black doc martens to complete the look, along with your insane number of necklaces that you stacked with precision.

Ivy chose a low cut, short black dress that hugged her curves in the perfect way. She was a lot more graceful in heels than you, so she donned a pair of black leather knee high boots with a 4 inch heel. She added the finishing touches with her necklaces that perfectly matched yours.

You both had done your hair in messy curls with tons of volume, and your makeup each consisted of a sultry, smokey eye with nude lips.

You both looked damn good.

The guys typically opted for a more casual stage look, usually jeans with some sort of ripped up t-shirt. They didn’t seem to care quite as much as you and Ivy.

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8:55 pm

“You guys have 5 minutes! Better be ready or I’ll have your asses!”

Joe is the ‘unofficial’ manager of Lilac Moon. He’s basically everyone's dad who is there to keep you all in line. He’s technically retired from the music business, having been everything from a producer and a sound technician, to a member of multiple different groups, playing just about every instrument under the sun. He’s a bit of a jack of all trades, you could say.

He barely gets paid, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the music and loves being the mentor for the group. He isn’t afraid to tell it straight, but he always has a loving intent.

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9:03 pm

Jay and Julien are already on stage ready to go, keeping the crowd entertained while you and Ivy finish up some last minute touches to your stage looks. It’s not uncommon for you two to be the last ones to make it out.

“Y/n! Ivy! It’s past nine, let’s go! You look fine, now get yourselves out there!”

“Shit. Sorry, Joe! We’re ready!”

You and Ivy finally hit the stage to roaring applause as your local fans are excited to see you both.

Ivy quickly grabs her white Hofner violin bass, already plugged in and ready to be played.

You make your way to the mic and start talking to the crowd, making some of your famous (more like infamous) jokes to warm up the audience.

You look back and nod at the band, signaling that you’re ready. At last, the bar is filled with the sounds of Lilac Moon.

The crowd is quite loud and excited tonight. You all feed off of their energy perfectly as you play your music. You changed the set a bit from the night before, so everything felt fresh and new. It was going so much better than last night, and you felt the love radiating from the crowd in ways you never had before.

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9:47 pm

You’re at the part of the night that your set typically slows down, doing a few softer, ballad-like songs.

You had been working on a new song for awhile. It was loosely based on your experience with Jay. You hadn’t performed it yet, knowing you would be entirely too emotional, but you decided that tonight was the night for it. You were ready.

Before you and Jay split up, he had been teaching you guitar so you could eventually play a little on stage with him. Well, since you broke up, you’ve not really wanted to pick up the instrument again. This new song, though…it requires a bit of backing rhythm guitar, meaning you’re the one that needs to play it.

You walked to the guitar stand to pick up your baby blue epiphone les paul that you bought yourself second hand several years ago. This is the first time you’ll be playing it on stage, and you’re nervous.

“If you’ve been to a Lilac Moon show before, you know this is, um - a bit out of the ordinary.”

The crowd laughs as you get your guitar set up comfortably.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been practicing. But if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay.”

You glance at him with a smirk as he throws a matching one right back at you.

Right as you're about to strum the beginning chords of the song, you notice a familiar set of faces in the crowd, albeit faces you’ve never seen at one of your shows before.

You’re completely still as you lock eyes with none other than Josh. To say you’re stunned is an understatement.

He looks just as shocked as you, with a large, confused smile gracing his face. There’s no way he remembers you, right? No - no way in hell.

To make matters worse, the whole band is here. They’re with other people whom you can only assume are friends of theirs, possibly their security team or management.

You’re not sure how long they’ve been here as the lights pointing to the stage have been far too bright to make out any faces in the crowd up until this point, save for the ones who were right up against the stage.

If you had to guess, you’d say they’ve been here the whole time. Now you’re really nervous. And you’re about to play guitar for the first time in front of a crowd-in front of them.

It’s too late to back out now, and with your bandmates looking at you with subtle confusion, you decide to just go for it.

“This is a new song we’ve been working on, it’s still a bit of a work in progress so bare with us. It’s called “Alone Again.”’

The crowd gets excited at the thought of new music and you’re happy with the reaction.

The song begins. You start strumming the chords and singing, already feeling the emotions rise.

Don’t you dare start crying, y/n. Not in front of them.

The bridge of this song is passionate, serving as the climax to the eventual heartbreak the song ends with.

You’re really worked up, unable to control the emotions any longer.

You step away from the mic briefly as you gather yourself during the chorus, Ivys’ backing vocals taking over. Julien watches you with concern as his drumming increases to a wild pace.

You gain your composure and step back in front of the mic, singing with so much fervency.

The song ends strong. The crowd is the loudest they’ve been this whole night.

You did it. You fucking did it.

You set your guitar back on the stand and grab the mic.

“What’s a Lilac Moon show without a little emotional breakdown from yours truly, am I right?”

You do this sometimes to lighten the mood a bit, when it all becomes a bit too heavy for your liking. You laugh with the crowd as you all prepare for the final song.

“Let’s get a little louder, shall we?”

The audience cheers as you perform the last song. It’s an upbeat, good old fashioned rock and roll song that never fails to garner a strong reaction from your fans.

You glance every so often to see the famous rock stars dancing and having a great time.

You can’t believe it. They seem to be enjoying themselves, listening to your music. You would have never in a million years seen this coming.

You finish the song to loud, boisterous applause as you all make your way off stage.

You quickly run up to Ivy to ask her if she saw what you saw, but you’re cut off by the loud chanting of “ENCORE” coming from the audience.

“What the hell? They want an encore?”

You’re surprised as this has never happened before.

“Well shit, kids. Get back out there! Give the people what they want!”

Joe is practically shoving you guys back on stage. You’re all in utter shock as you make your way back out.

The cheering is almost deafening as you begin another song.

You’re filled with so much love and excitement as you can feel it emitting from the people in the audience. You feel fulfilled, you feel happy.

As you’re performing your encore, you can’t help but notice that it seems the boys and their entourage are no longer in the crowd.

You’re betting they just wanted to leave before the after-show chaos ensues, but you can’t help feeling like maybe they just weren’t impressed enough to stick around for the encore.

You quickly shove those thoughts down to give the audience the best you can give. It was the perfect ending to this amazing show. You guys even decide to throw in your own little rendition of Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin, a crowd favorite cover of yours.

Julien tosses his drumsticks to the crowd as Jay follows suit with a few guitar picks as you exit the stage for the final time.

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10:24 pm

You’re all backstage again, full of pure adrenaline.

Julien runs around hugging everyone and gives you and Ivy enthusiastic kisses on your foreheads.

“Holy shit, guys! I think that’s the best we’ve ever been! Where’s Jay?”

Ivy rolls her eyes and looks at you before responding.

“He’s probably already at the bar on his third or fourth drink. You know how he is; the drinking binge begins as soon as he’s done with his responsibilities to the band.”

You’re not interested in talking about Jay. You have to ask them if they saw the guys in the audience.

“Did you guys see who was out there tonight? I almost lost my shit.”

“What? No, who are you talking about?”

Julien is a bit confused, but Ivy saw them too.

“Holy shit, y/n. What the hell were they doing here? I thought you said you didn’t tell them about us?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I’m just as confused as you are!”

You both hug each other, laughing and trying to make sense of it all.

Julien has already moved on from the conversation, making his way to the bathrooms.

You start to head back to your dressing room to gather up your things when a thought enters your head.

Where’s Joe? He’s always waiting on the side of the stage for us, always there when we exit. Why wasn’t he there after the encore?

As you turn the corner, you see him.

“Joe! There you are! Did you see-”

You then realize that he’s not alone. He’s talking with some people, but not just any people.

He’s talking with Josh, Jake, Sammy and Danny, and the people they came to the bar with were also part of this conversation.

You stop dead in your tracks.

What the hell are they doing back here? And why are they talking to Joe?

“Y/N! Holy shit, you sly dog, you!”

Sammy runs up to you and embraces you in the kind of hug you give to someone you’ve known your whole life. You eagerly hug him back. You can’t believe he remembers you.

Here comes Josh with a huge, toothy smile on his face.

“Hey, y/n!

He pushes Sammy to the side so he can have his turn giving you a hug. He sways you back and forth in his arms a bit and you practically melt under his touch. You feel you could stay in the safety of his arms for the rest of your life.

He breaks the embrace but keeps his hands planted on your shoulders.

“You know it’s funny, but I can’t seem to recall you telling us you’re in a band. A fucking incredible one, at that!”

“I-I guess I just didn’t think to mention it. What on earth are you guys doing here? I feel like bars like this aren’t really your speed?”

Danny starts to make his way over to you, leaving Jake and their team with Joe to finish the conversation.

“Daniel here has been trying to get us to come and see this band he’s been digging for a while now and we finally agreed. Had I known how fantastic you were, I wouldn’t have hesitated!”

“I don’t know why you idiots haven’t learned by now that you should always trust my music taste.”

Danny introduces himself to you, and you’re once again in shock.

Danny knows your band? He actually digs your music?

“I swear every time I see you guys, you blow me away! Truly great stuff.”

How many shows has he been to??

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I’m not even sure what to say. I mean, you guys are incredible and I’m a huge fan. I wouldn’t have ever expected you all to be here and-”

Your rambling is cut short by Josh removing his hands from your shoulders, displaying a look of slight concern mixed with a smirk.

“Wait, you’re a fan of us? You could’ve fooled me! Why didn’t you act like it when we met you this morning?”

Shit. Your act is up.

“Well, I guess I was just in shock and didn’t want you to think I was just another crazed fan who just so happened to run into you accidentally-on-purpose, you know? I swear, it truly was an accident.”

Josh starts giggling at you, seeing that familiar look of embarrassment flushing your face again.

“Oh trust me, y/n. I have no doubt it was an accident. You looked like you saw a ghost or something.”

He grabs your arm, letting you know it’s okay and that you can relieve some of your visible tension.

“So what are you guys doing back here? What were you talking to Joe about?”

About that time, you hear a high pitched shrill coming from behind you. You instantly know it’s Ivy.

She runs up to you and the guys and introduces herself to them. She’s having a hard time hiding the fact that she’s a major fan, and you can’t help but laugh at her and her enthusiasm as she hugs them.

Joe, Jake and the people accompanying them start to make their way over to you all.

Jake gives his brothers a confirming nod.

“We’re all set, boys. I suppose we just need the official ‘okay’ from the band.”

Jake glances your way, his cheekbones high on his face and he smiles at you both.

You and Ivy look at each other with genuine confusion as you can’t figure out what the hell is going on. You both look to Joe for some answers as he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Y/n, Ivy, the boys and their management have asked me if you would like to join them on the road for the first half of their next tour starting in July. Thoughts on this, ladies?”

You’re both at a loss for words. They want you to join them? What? Is this actually happening?

You instantly look at Josh who appears to be anxiously awaiting your answer as he chimes in.

“You see, we’re down an opener for the first part of the tour, and that’s why Daniel wanted us to come watch you guys tonight. He figured you all would be perfect for the job, and I agree. So what do you say? Care to join us on this audacious trip?”

“Oh my god..I-I mean we’ll have to check with Julien and Jay but, I don’t see why not! That sounds amazing! I can’t believe it, you want us?”

“Josh absolutely insisted on it as soon as you walked out on stage. In fact he could hardly keep his eyes off you, isn’t that right, bro?” Sammy says as he nudges your shoulder and throws you a wink.

You look at Josh to see that his cheeks are the ones burning red this time.

Julien is practically sprinting down the hall when he figures out who’s backstage with you.

“What’s up, guys? Huge fan of your stuff, seriously. So sick to see you here!”

He gives them all handshakes that turn into his notable hugs.

“Hey Jules, they just asked us to join them on the road this summer. Think that’s a good idea?” you ask him as he’s instantly making friends with the other drummer.

“Are- are you fucking serious? Of course I do! No way, man!”

You all break out in laughter as he makes yet another round of handshakes and hugs to show his gratitude.

Josh moves a little closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bumping your hip with his playfully.

“So, it’s settled then, y/n?”

You look at Ivy as she’s vigorously nodding her head up and down, tears in her eyes as she’s struggling to contain her excitement.

“I think that’s a resounding yes!”

to be continued...

Chapter 2

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Part 2

Based off of my little idea of an Sagau where the Creator is a friend of the reader's from their own world. You can read it here. This is a little long, but I feel that it's necessary to set the scene before going into the plot. I haven't done creative writing in a while, so I hope it's at a good readable state. I don't think there's anything to warn you about, but if there is, let me know and I'll update it.

1.7k words, excluding this introduction.

The hum of fluorescent lights fills the quiet office space, interrupted by your thoughts and the sounds of typing and paper shuffling. It had been a truly awful day.

The HR and customer service departments' phone lines and power had gone out in the early afternoon, and prior experience in both had lumped the workload onto the shoulders of you and your coworkers. All you wanted to do was go home. Even the warm sunny day and Cecil’s quiet humming were serving to worsen your already sour mood.

“Well everyone, it’s going to take longer than we thought to fix the issue, so we’ve got two options for you. You can work late tonight, get paid overtime, and get tomorrow off, or you can call it quits for today and head home.” The IT man nodded in agreement as your boss explained away the situation. “Just let me know by closing time.” Quiet groans permeated the room at the thought of staying late, but not coming in tomorrow was certainly a tempting offer.

“I’ll stay.” You pipe up quickly as your boss begins to leave. She pauses and turns around, appraising you with her unwavering gaze, as though observing your credibility.

“Anyone else?” Empty stares meet hers, the humming ceases, and an air of hesitance is her only response for a long moment. Raising an eyebrow, she turns to the door to leave.

“I’ll keep Y/N company.” Gene pipes up from beside you. “It’s no good being alone in a big office anyway.” You give them a nod of acknowledgement, also serving to convince the boss that you’re enthused about staying late. It’s a long moment before she breaks her gaze from yours.

“Is that everyone?” A few more of the older coworkers join in as the clock strikes five, and soon the life in the office blinks out. The boss returns to her office a few floors up. Far enough to not supervise effectively.

Gene had immediately put on elevator music after the boss’s exit, and began a push to finish the customer service work, which you were thankful for. It was always good to have some motivation. All that was left at this point was to make a list of the companies you couldn’t call this late and to finish checking the HR reports.

“Almost done?” Gene leans across their desk, reaching out to spin the papers on yours around to look at. “Nice.” Sliding the papers back, they look around the empty office. “When we get this done, would you like to play some Genshin?”

“Sure.” Your reply is loud in the quiet room. The devices and sound of people working renders an indoor voice small. “Your world or mine?” The fluorescent lights hum quietly overhead.

“Dunno. We’ll figure it out when we get home and log on.” The work goes by slowly, the tapping of the keys and rifling of paper sounding as the clock ticks on. Seven o’clock, eight o’clock, nine… “Done!”

Glancing up briefly as you finish organizing the reports, you see them exit the office, entering the break room. “Where are you going?” You call out quietly. Fluorescent lights hum a dull tune as you wait, clicking your mouse as you shut down the office system and open up the game. Using their back to push open the door, Gene reenters, holding two paper coffee cups.

“I figured I’d get us something to keep us up. If we’re free tomorrow, what’s to stop us from staying up playing Genshin?” Kicking the door shut, they flounce over, setting your cup in front of you. The pleasant aroma of hot chocolate escapes as you remove the lid.

“Are we gonna use the work computers or go home?” The pair of you had been friends for years, and recently roommates, as house prices were only increasing. You both pitched in on rent for the apartment, saving the money that didn’t go to rent or necessities to find a nice home so that you could potentially get another roommate. Gene had even pulled a few strings to get you this job, so it was safe to say that the pair of you were close.

“The boss is probably waiting for us to leave first, so…” Gene shrugs, taking a sip of their drink, spinning slowly in their chair, soon turning once again to face you. “Let’s get home and see if the update finished.”

“Got it. Let me grab my lunchbox and we can head out.” Pulling on your jacket, you go to the break room, grabbing your lunchbox from the fridge. Shutting off the lights in there, the dull hum lessens. Picking up your hot chocolate, you push open the office door, using your foot to hold it open for Gene.

“Thanks.” You exit the building, shutting off lights as you go, the hum lessening with each flick of a switch. The streets are loud despite the time, as all city streets are. Cars passed, each one with its own destinations, men and women called for taxis, others opting for the metro system instead, swiping their cards once and being on their way.

Taking public transportation wasn’t so bad, provided that it wasn’t too crowded. Unlike the senseless chatter of vehicles on the topside, the metro acted as the quieter underbelly of the city. Finishing your drink, you threw the leftover cup away as the pair of you waited for your train to arrive.

“Oh, I can’t wait to get home.” You groan, rolling your neck in an attempt to release the tension that rests there. “Get into pajamas, get some water, and just brainlessly explore Fontaine.”

“Want me to make something when we get home?” You don't respond as the train pulls in, doors opening and a straggler or two filing out as you entered, instantly finding a seat to sit on, relinquishing all strength to the anxiety and annoyance of the previous few hours.

The ride is silent. The stop soon arrives and you both get off, Gene wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you exit the subway into the poorly lit neighborhood. The apartment isn’t all that far or difficult to get to, and you’re soon at home, changing into your pajamas.

Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you exit into the small living room, where Gene is setting up your desktops and getting the game going. Curling up on the couch, you scan the screen. You had been doing commissions in Mondstadt last time you’d played, having left Lumine and Paimon to wait by the Adventurer’s Guild. Glancing at Gene’s screen, you make a request to join their world.

“It’s Diona’s birthday.” Your remark snaps Gene out of a previously unnoticed thought.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I forgot. Wanna do something for it?” They accept your request, and Lumine pops up in their world. Adding Diona to your party, you run circles around Gene’s traveler, Aether. Although Diona could get annoying, this was a tradition for you, and you weren’t about to break something that got your mind out of the ‘surviving life’ mindset.

“We could go to the Cat’s Tail, make a few wishes, then make a few drinks.”

“Sounds good.” Adding Diona to their team, you both make your way to the quiet restaurant while pausing briefly to check if you have the ingredients to make a drink. The game never specified if the drinks you could make were alcoholic, but it didn’t really matter with some imagination, did it?

After an hour or two of doing commissions and cooking, you had reached enough primogems to reach that final intertwined fate for a ten pull. Upon opening the gacha system, you were met with a strange sight. There was a search bar along the top, leaving only the standard banner on the main page.

“Did they say anything about a gacha change on the Special Program?” Looking over at Gene, you realize that they’ve already seen it.

“Give me a name.” They look over at you, hands positioned to type. "A five star.”

“I dunno.. Wanderer.” It soon pulls up the banner, which had passed a month or so ago. The gacha system is up and running for it. “Try an upcoming character.” You continue on this experimental run. Past and upcoming banners all show up, names of characters that haven’t released or been leaked yet.

Gene take out their phone to take a photo, and… nothing shows up. As far as their phone is concerned, the computer is dead. But it can’t be a hallucination, right? After all, you’re both seeing this.

“Well, let’s do a couple of pulls before lights out, hm?” Searching up Yoimiya, they do a quick ten pull. The blue stars streak across the screen, a purple one appearing along with it, melding into gold. The built up anticipation of the upcoming five star washes away as a familiar silhouette fills the screen. “Oh, Qiqi! I don’t have her yet!”

“Try again. You’ve been saving for Yoimiya for a while.” You set off on some of your own pulls, albeit with less success. Despite the guaranteed pity, you land in a web of Mona, Jean, and Tighnari constellations. And soon enough, you’ve stayed up much later than you intended.

Gene’s soft breathing cues you in that it’s gotten far later. Glancing into the kitchen, you see that the stove reads 11:10. Looking down at your friend, you grab the throw blanket and lay it over them, then beginning to shut down the game. Yawning, you close out of the gacha system and open up the menu, Paimon doing her usual tricks on the side. The exit game icon is gone.

Probably another new update that you missed. Too tired to figure it out, you opt to just shut down the desktops instead. The screens go white, the line up of elements blinking a pale grey before becoming a bright gold light.

You close your eyes tightly at the invasion of harsh light, flinching back from the desktops instinctively. Your ears ring, and you hear Gene stirring due to the light. Reaching out blindly, your hand comes into contact with something… warm. It grabs your hand harshly, jerking you forwards as you reach back, grabbing Gene for support. Then the tight grip on your arm releases.

You open your eyes. Your apartment is gone, replaced by a soft golden light around you. Below you is a vast world, extensive landscapes and cities sprawled beneath you, with the subtle shapes of people in the lights between buildings. The night of this world is beautiful. Gene grasps for your hand and you look over at them. Face filling with concern, they can only mouth their words. Where are we?

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William Rex x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluff WC: ~1.3k

Every time you see him your heart starts beating just a little faster. He really is quite striking, pale silver hair in stark contrast to his deep crimson eyes. His laugh is musical, his music is beautiful, and his beauty is breathtaking.

After spending time together one on one for a mission, you feel like you’ve grown closer. He’s going out of his way to have Victor put you on missions with him and the thought of that makes your heart feel especially light.

Tonight is one of the rare occasions that William had a mission that you weren’t accompanying him on. Instead, you were back at the castle, finishing up the notes from your most recent mission so that you could get the report to Victor.

The clock chimes, it’s just after eleven o’clock now. William had mentioned that this mission shouldn’t take very long but he’d left about seven hours ago. Surely he would be returning soon. You begin to feel a bit anxious. He was more than capable of protecting himself, but he had yet to be wrong about the length of a mission would take.

Suddenly overcome with worry about William, you get up from your desk and go to the window. Down below you see a pair of men chatting happily near a tree. William and Harrison are both sat there talking to the seemingly empty bench beside them.

William’s gaze suddenly flicks up to your window and he meets your eyes. His hand comes up to his face and he seems to become agitated. He says one more thing to Harrison and the bench before running off.

Is he avoiding me? You wonder, feeling especially dejected. He seemed fine earlier, but you had been spending a lot of time together recently. Perhaps he was getting tired of having to entertain you so frequently. Slowly, you make your way back to your desk, taking a seat in front of the typewriter. You can’t bring yourself to continue with the report, your mind feeling a bit foggy now.

You’re trying to work up the motivation to get the report finished so you can wrap up for the night and go to sleep, maybe then things will be back to normal between you and William. Now determined, you lift your hands to resume typing when your door bursts open.

“Little robin! I am so very sorry. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten! We finished the mission far earlier than I had expected and the three of us had gotten to talking. Then I saw you in the window and realized that I hadn’t even come to tell you that I had returned. So again, I am very sorry.”

William was speaking so quickly and you barely had a chance to wrap your mind around the fact that he had just burst into your room let along understand the words he was saying.

He strides over to you and kneels beside your chair, pulling one of your hands in his. “Will you forgive me for being so incompetent?”

You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and node, still somewhat in shock from his sudden outburst.

“O-of course. It was an honest mistake,” You manage, becoming light headed at the rich scent of leather that’s now wreathing around you from his proximity.

You’re not sure why but this entire experience feels far more intimate than the other times you’ve been alone with him. William doesn’t move, studying your face, his blood-red irises seeming to map every detail. Soon they settle on your lips and you feel your face heat when you notice how his pupils dilate just slightly.

“Um…. William, could you possibly let my hand go, we can stand up. Surely that would be more comfortable than crouching on the floor like this.”

Your words are much softer than you had thought they would be, your throat tight with anticipation.

You keep imagining him leaning in just that little bit more and finally kissing you. You’ve dreamed that he might find you attractive. He seemed to enjoy your presence, and the heavens know how attractive you find him.

Contrary to your internal wishes, William follows your verbal command, standing up and pulling your hand up with him. You’re now standing… very close together. Your breathing is very shallow as you look up into his face. He’s smiling, his expression so tender and affectionate your chest feels tight with emotion.

“May I?” He whispers.

“Y-ye—” your reply is cut short as William places his lips on yours. He’s so warm, his lips so soft and smooth. Your head is spinning. This is so much more than you had ever dreamed of. You place your free hand on his chest and he separates, seeming to take your touch as a signal that you wanted him to stop.

The frustrated whimper that escapes your throat must be amusing, considering the quiet chuckle that he tries to stifle.

“Would you like another kiss?” He asks. His face looks almost hopeful and you swallow back your nerves, reaching up and grabbing the back of his head. You rise to your tip-toes, bringing his head down and he offers no resistance. Your lips crash together, eager and excited and yearning. Each time you part, William tilts his head, every angle a new and tantalizing sensation. When his tongue pokes out, testing the waters, you respond with your own tongue, soon twining them together savoring the delicious taste of his mouth, the tingling in the pit of your stomach building.

William is the one to pull back, just as you were about to fully give yourself over to the rising tide of desire. The both of you are breathing hard, sounds of your panting fill the room as you look at each other.

“I… I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long,” he admits, cupping your cheek in one of his large hands, his thumb brushing the skin tenderly.

“Really?” you squeak, eyes widening in surprise.

“Yes, really. Did you not see how completely I’ve fallen for you? You’re on my mind every day, every hour. Why else did you think I requested that you accompany me on missions so frequently?”

“I thought you just maybe felt obligated to protect me and maybe you liked spending time with me?” You mutter, thrown completely off by his sudden admission.

“I do want to protect you, but you are strong and more than capable of protecting yourself. And I most certainly do enjoy spending time with you. I adore every minute I get to spend with you, whether it’s here or on a mission. You’ve brought so much light to my life. I can’t imagine my life without you in it any more.”

William leans in and presses another chaste kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, his hands grabbing yours, holding them so gently.

“If you’ll allow me, I would be honored to take this relationship to the next level. Would you be open to that?” He whispers.

“You’re not playing some sort of joke are you?”

“Did my kisses feel like a joke?”

“No.”

“Then don’t think for a second that I am joking. If you think it may even potentially be a trick, allow me to show you how serious I am.”

William lifts you in his arms seating the two of you on the couch on the far side of your room. He runs his fingers through your hair, pressing kiss after insistent kiss on your mouth, your cheeks, your forehead.

“Do you understand now? How utterly in love with you I am?” He asks between kisses.

“Can you show me more?” your voice is breathless, anticipating more of his love to fall upon your face.

“I can show you all night,” He promises, guiding your head back to his, sealing the vow with a kiss.

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Summary: Writer’s block. You’re no stranger to it. Often strikes when you’re stressed and restless. Tonight happens to be one of those instances where you’ve hit a creative wall. Stuck scrutinizing your monitor for hours, racking your brain for the right words to string together. Luckily, Kyojuro is there to assist. To provide a little motivation to keep you focused. Some inspiration, if you will. And then some...

Word Count: ~3K

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Graphic Description of Sex, Alcohol Use, Tobacco Use, Language, Cunnilingus, Intercourse Between Consenting Adults, Bodily Fluids, Pet Names, OOC!Kyo, Female!Reader, MDNI!

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You’ve hit a creative wall.

Though, it’s nothing new. You’re accustomed to such hang-ups. Often have writer’s block when you’re stressed, overworked, and anxious. Tonight is one of those nights where your fingers refuse to translate the madness inhabiting your mind.

You glare down at your iridescent keyboard. Spent a pretty penny on it. It’s clicky, like a typewriter. Figured it would help your productivity, but sadly, it won’t do its job tonight. A quick glance at your smartwatch tells you that it is 11:06 PM. You feel inefficient, having only churned out 500 words for the latest chapter of your story since you first sat down.

Three hours ago.

You push away from your desk with a sigh rushing past your lips. Slide into your fuzzy slippers, the faux fur a stark contrast to your medallion rug. Your boyfriend on your left eyes you from his peripheral. Engulfed in a round of Black Ops, fiddling with his controller. But Kyojuro tugs his headset away from an ear to ask if you are “all right, darling?” Still keeps his vision plastered on the 65-inch screen mounted overhead.

You give him a half-hearted smile. Drop your shoulders. Peel yourself from the comfort of your gaming chair. “I’m good.” You give his arm a reassuring squeeze. Hate it when he worries about you. He has his own set of issues to deal with, so you don’t want to add to his load.

You yawn and stretch. Joints pop and click. A bottle of Los Osos Merlot calls your name from the freezer. Maybe it’ll help assuage your nerves and melt away whatever’s corking your creative flow.

Your kitchen is dimly lit. Polluted by the yellow, fluorescent stove light whilst you pour yourself some wine. The bulbed glass is crisp in your palm, much like the air circulating through your home. Before you can haul yourself back to your computer, the faint gleam of your hookah beckons you from the corner of your eye.

A little shisha in your system might aid in getting your artistic juices flowing again.

The most time-consuming part is heating up the coals. Coconut. Last a lot longer than standard charcoal, so they’re worth the wait. You drop two in the burner, turning the knob up to get them started. In the meantime, you gather the necessary parts for your hookah. Kyojuro watches with inquisitive brows while you set it up in the midst of your office-slash-game room, closest to the futon—an excellent addition for power naps, lounging, and other miscellaneous activities.

“Taking a break?” the blond asks, having swiveled around in his chair to observe you.

“Mmhmm,” comes your simple response. “Ran outta ideas, so I’m just gonna chill.”

Kyojuro hums, replacing his attention on the T.V. after stating, “take all the time you need then, darling.”

You disappear into the inky hallway. Soon after, return with coal clutched in a small set of silver tongs. The charcoal glimmers an intimidating orange, mirroring the LED lights coloring your office. You place them atop the bowl. Flop down onto the couch after sliding out of your house shoes. Wine glass in one hand, phone in the other, you queue up a playlist on Spotify made for occasions like this.

Your boyfriend’s sporadic chuckles and praise provide comforting background noise while you sip and unwind. Swipe through your Newsfeed, nothing piquing your interest. You watch over Kyojuro’s shoulder as he gets a multitude of kills. Straight headshots. His back must hurt, carrying his team like that. Time passes like the slow drag of a tide. There’s a subtle purr in your limbs, the merlot working dutifully to put you at ease.

Finally, your pipe finds your fingers. You take a couple puffs to get the shisha going. Opt for slower drags once it’s heated up. The sharp taste of mint and delicate watermelon flavor duel for custody of your tastebuds. As you exhale, a plume of smoke flows from your nostrils, permeating the air with its saccharine scent. You feel a bit more relaxed now. Lean back into the cushions, a sloppy grin plastered on your face.

The fruity aroma attracts your boyfriend. He places his headset down on the desk. Maneuvers himself to sit beside you, thighs touching, shoulder to shoulder. He pats your quad with a virile hand. Scorches through the thick fabric of your sweats while he works out the kinks in your muscles with lithesome fingers.

You lock eyes for a moment. Ingest Kyojuro’s incandescent embers that crinkle with amusement. Wordless. You offer him a hose. Watch with heavy lids whilst he partakes. He rarely smokes, but he’ll sometimes indulge for you.

You’re both enraptured by the music spilling from your speakers. By the strip lights adorning the underside of your desk, shifting colors in tandem with the music. Both of you succumb to the effects of tobacco. Everything becomes a muddled mess to your senses. You’ve lost track of time; somehow dozed off amid sipping and puffing until your bladder makes its presence known.

“Gotta pee,” you say, shooting up, your boyfriend’s tired optics trained on you. You stood a little too quickly. Nicotine’s thrown you off kilter and has you laughing like a lunatic, floundering toward the bathroom.

When you return, well…

There is no mistaking the fervorous light in his eye.

The door clicks shut behind. You lean against it, heart thudding dully in your chest. Kyojuro stares at you with the voracity of a wolf, pupils dilating. Sitting back on the futon, arm draped across the headrest, legs splayed wide in relaxation. A smirk takes possession of his lips. Irises a striking shade of amber, piercing through the pulsating lights. Your boyfriend’s gaze flits southward, ceasing at the rim of your sweatpants. You swallow. All weak-kneed and squeezing your thighs together to ward off the inferno toiling between them.

“Take them off,” Kyojuro instructs. Voice crackles like a gentle hearth fire, though you taste its sinister undercurrents. You’ve slipped your pants down to your ankles without a second thought. Step out of the offending article before he rasps another request when you make a move to sit down.

“Panties too, darling.”

A shiver wracks your body at his timbre. You’ve fucked numerous times, but it always feels like the first with him.

Your satin underwear is soft as it glides down your calves, pooling at your feet. Kyojuro summons you with a thick, curled finger. Pats the space beside him for you to take a seat. And you acquiesce, body moving of its own volition. Take up your pipe again with a shaky hand, feeling his eyes drink you in with the thirst of a man deprived of nourishment for eons.

Kyojuro moves without warning. Amidst a smooth drag of your hookah. Sends you into a coughing fit because of his swiftness. He kneels before you once you’ve quietened down. Encourages your luscious thighs apart, planting your feet flat on the futon. His eyes gloss with lust whilst he cups your bottom, scooting you to the edge. The shine of his irises echoes that of your pussy, wetness coasting down the cleft of your ass.

“What are you doing?” you murmur behind a cloud of smoke. Release a flurry of giggles when hot puffs of air sear your inner thigh. Kyojuro shackles your ankles with firm hands. Kisses the space just shy of your labia, causing your breath to hitch. He captures your eyesight with drunken lids. Presses a modulated kiss to your pretty, plump pussy lips. Invokes a whimper from you, accompanied by a jolt of your hips.

“I thought I might provide you with a little…inspiration.”

And inspire he does.

Kyojuro wastes no time getting to work betwixt your thighs, working your pussy lips apart with a devious tongue. Starts with slow, rhythmic strokes that have your nails scraping against the cushions. Your pelvis surges off the couch in pursuit of his mouth. He follows up with a long swipe that covers the span of your cunt, from your fluttering entrance to the hood of your clitoris. Like you’re an ice cream cone, and he can’t get enough. “Mmm, umai,” he sings into your slobbering sex.

Pleasure flickers in the pit of your belly. You toss your head back, allowing your eyes to fall shut. Kyojuro’s name fleets from your lips in broken syllables, to which he answers with a heady chuckle.

You thread your fingers in his silken locks. Pull him closer, throwing your feet up onto his shoulders. He hits your clit with a succession of quick vertical and diagonal strokes, filling the room with obscene slurps. Laps you into delirium until your blood’s thumping in your throat. Until light spots dance behind your lids. You’re incredibly sensitive, the attention to your clitoris making you keen like a wounded animal. He alternates between fervent and deliberate strokes. Groans into your pussy as if you’re the most delectable thing to ever grace his tongue. Your thighs quake with each swipe. Pelvis lurches with each curl of his tongue. You’re not sure how much longer you will last.

You’re suddenly pushing against his shoulders, incredibly overstimulated.

“K-Kyo, baby, mmm…w-wait, stop!”

He doesn’t, chasing after your cunt like a beast in heat. Holds your legs further apart, only taking a break to ask, “did you cum, baby?” Kyojuro proceeds to dip his tongue into your entrance for a taste. Hums into your delicate pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you into a frenzy.

“N-no,” you intone, trying to wriggle free, twisting your head. Though your boyfriend’s mouth does terribly distracting things between your legs, you.

Need.

More.

Need to be filled to the brim with something only he can give.

As if sensing your thoughts, Kyojuro tears himself away from your bewitching cunt. Blisters your inner thighs with kisses, gaze interlocking with yours. Chuckles, dark and syrupy whilst stroking your calves, “tell me what you want then, baby.”

You bite your lip. Swallow your resolve. He’s really going to make you say it, isn’t he?

“Please fuck me, Kyo,” you murmur, making his dick jump behind his sweatpants.

If not for the wine and shisha coursing through your system, you would surely blush at the cocksure grin he tosses you.

“Atta’ girl.”

The transition from the futon to the floor is seamless.

You’re wading through molasses. So far gone, you hadn’t registered when your boyfriend picked you up. When your legs wound about his hips, or when he’d lain you into the soft, low pile rug. Just notice the sexy smirk donning his face and the insatiable luster of his eyes.

His sweatpants already discarded. Dick at full mast. This man means business. Saliva puddles in your gullet at the thought of him fucking you into disorientation. You watch through a vignette as his dick slaps against his tanned abs. Want to sip up the bead of precum oozing from his slit.

Fuck.

Kyojuro chortles, tearing his hoodie off his shoulders. Bows down, mouth panning in to lure your own into a succulent kiss. You’re helpless as he coaxes your tongue into a battle of wills. Exchanges the spicy tang of your pussy juice for your pitiful whines. He presses his body weight into you, shaft gliding against your labia whilst he settles himself between your thighs. How badly you want him buried in your pussy, driving you to euphoria.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you wait long.

Dexterous fingers snake around your wrists. Drag your arms overhead to ensnare them in a powerful grip. And, oh fuck, when Kyojuro taps his heavy cock against your pulsating clit, fireworks soar across your vision. Once, twice. Sticky sounds pervade the atmosphere, making you bite your lip with anticipation gushing through your veins.

Kyojuro growls as he enters you. The bulbous head of his cock awakens those vulnerable nerve endings at the roof of your pussy. He first hits you with shallow thrusts. Relentless snaps of his hips. Barely penetrates you, lingering, loitering. Pushes you into hysteria because he knows you’re most sensitive just a few inches in. Fuck, you need more, or you might just explode.

You’ve had enough of this torture. You ensnare Kyojuro’s hips with your legs in a vice grip that binds him to you. His saturated abs imprint themselves on your doughy stomach. You dig your heels into the small of his back, forcing his dick deeper. You moan in tandem; the union of your bodies and his cock stretching you so deliciously sends electrical currents surging to all your erogenous zones. Kyojuro’s face contorts with bliss. Brows furrowed, breaths labored. His grip on your wrists slackens. You whimper into his open mouth when he draws his pelvis back until just the tip sits in your weeping cunt. He then pistons his hips back into you, operating like a well-oiled machine.

You pitch your hips toward him to meet him, his pelvic bone kissing your clit. Your pelvis stutters from the contact. Eyes roll into the back of your head, a sticky thread of saliva spilling down your cheek. Pussy flutters, greedily sucking him in. He fucks you into the carpet. Would probably burn your silhouette into the rug with how frantic his thrusts are. Kyojuro curls five thick digits around your throat. Applies just enough pressure with his free hand to accelerate your heartbeat and pilfer your breaths.

“You love this dick, don’t you?” Kyojuro croons. Tries to play it cool even though he’s slowly unraveling overtop you. You fucking adore it when he talks dirty to you. Whispers vulgarities into your ear; a complete contrast to the man he was minutes ago. To the persona he wears daily, reserving the gluttonous brute he truly is for you only. But you can’t answer, his hand squeezing your neck as he hastens his pace. A tingling sensation brewing in your gut. Too much for you to bear.

The sound of your fucking clings to the air. Skin slapping and squelching. Your breaths come out choppy, mirroring his harsh thrusts. Mixed in with the potent aroma of your fluids melding together.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me,” you cry. Feel your juices glide down your supple thighs.

“With pleasure, darling,” he answers. Based on his shift in tone, you know that you are in for more than what you bargained for.

By now, Kyojuro’s relinquished his hold on your wrists. Takes to cupping your ass to improve the angle, grazing the sensitive, fleshy spot within that makes your pussy churn out more cream. You can do nothing but take it whilst he plunges into you with erratic motions. You cross your arms behind his neck, holding on for dear life as he buries his chin into the junction of your shoulder, chasing both of your releases. And then, the son of a bitch reaches between your bodies to pinch your swelling clit, giving your body precisely what it’s been aching for.

Even has the nerve to mutter, “cum for me, baby,” sending you careening over the edge.

A kaleidoscope of colors soaks your vision. Body rigid, his name caught in your throat. Euphoria crashes into you like a tumultuous wave. He fucks you through them. Admires the rich band of your lubricant glazing his straining cock. He’s dragged into his orgasm after feeling your pussy pulsate around him. Collapses down into your open arms, breathing irregularly into your shoulder. You take to tracing the chiseled muscles in his back, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking, admiring how perfectly his body molds to yours. When you’ve both settled down, he unsheathes, a sharp hiss tearing past his lips at the loss of your opulent heat. He turns onto his back beside you, a decadent chuckle vibrating his chest.

“Inspired enough?” Kyojuro queries, mirth lingering in his tired voice.

You roll your eyes and cluck your tongue. Like he doesn’t already know the answer. A humble smile adorns your lips, nonetheless. And you nod, glancing at your snoozed laptop atop the desk. Your gaze flits back to the Adonis beside you. Mischievousness burbling forth in your veins.

Kyojuro gasps when you roll on top of him. When you grind your overworked, yet still drenched, cunt onto his steadily hardening shaft.

“A little,” you whisper, leaning down for a kiss. “Might need some more motivation, though. To get me through this particular scene.”

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Okay, so before I get into the actual post and headcanons themselves, I really want to say softnightwhisp…just, such a huge thank you. I see all the reblogs and read all the additions and comments in the tags and it makes me so incredibly happy and motivated and, really, readers like you are why I keep posting! I don’t get a huge amount of asks anymore outside of events (which I’m thinking about having – will probably post a poll regarding that sometime tonight or tomorrow), not that many reblogs, and not much interaction with you lovely readers, which I thrive off, to be honest! And I accept almost full responsibility for that as I kind of abandoned the blog for a good long while and don’t post as regularly as I should, but it does get a bit lonely and unmotivating at times. But like…even just seeing that tonight made my whole week and makes me excited to write more because I know that someone out there is reading my scribblings and wants to see them so just…personal hero of the blog for tonight, most definitely, you amazing person, you!

Moving on to the actual post! While I write about KHR quite a bit through requests, I enjoy writing for the fandom and found it kept me going while writing prompts to get back into the swing of things! I hope you’ll enjoy these headcanons about Verde, based around this prompt!

Fancy or casual?

Verde lives in the same rumpled suit and tie for days, honestly. He likes to dress a bit more formally and likes to think of himself as well-dressed but where he gets so easily distracted and lost in his work, he has a bad habit of forgetting to do basic things like shower, change clothes, and generally looks a little unkempt.

Closet or dresser?

Dresser. It’s easier and he can easily fit a dresser into a workspace since it’s rare for him to actually make it into his bedroom to sleep so the clothes kept in that closet are sparse and really are either just incredibly formal or trashy, torn, old casual clothes that he barely ever wears.

Hot or cold?

Verde prefers cold food, sandwiches mostly. He eats a lot of burgers as well, normally lukewarm to cold by the time he gets to them or other foods that can be easily eaten with one hand while he’s busy working on his experiments and research.

Meat or veggies?

He eats a lot of meat for the calories and protein but does really enjoy celery and carrots, especially baby carrots.

One pillow or multiple?

One pillow, if any. Normally Verde works himself until completely exhausted and just crashes wherever he is, so he’s often without a pillow. Because he’s gotten used to that, he finds that more than one pillow props his head up too much for it to be comfortable for him to sleep.

Organized or messy?

It’s an odd mixture of the two, really. He’s got an organized kind of chaos going on at any given moment. His personal living space is an absolute mess and there’s very little organization to it to the untrained eye, but he somehow knows exactly where what he needs is. While his lab and workroom is somewhat tidier, it’s still very much a little bit of a mess, though everything is exactly where Verde wants or needs it to be and he can account for the placement of even the tiniest Post-It Note. He gets very, very upset if anyone moves anything on him because it definitely throws off his own method of organization and then he needs to waste time cleaning or reorganizing.

Games or books?

Books, honestly. He doesn’t play many, if any video games. He’s tried them, of course, but they seem pointless to him when there’s so many other things demanding his attention or time. Books are at least useful, especially when it comes to his research, and he has a soft spot for science fiction or fantasy literature since it does help inspire a lot of his creations.

Hide and watch or stand up and fight?

Verde prefers to hide and watch and strike when the time is right. He doesn’t jump into fights without a solid plan of attack in place and often pulls sneak attacks.

Shy or social?

Verde isn’t shy. Not in the least. He’s just completely asocial. He doesn’t hold a lot of relationships with people, being very dedicated to his work, and those people he does have relationships of any nature with…well, he likes to decide when he wants to spend time with them.

Soda or juice?

Soda is Verde’s choice between the two, since it has caffeine in it most of the time but honestly, it’s usually coffee, water, or energy drinks.

Handheld or console?

If Verde is going to play video games, for whatever reason, he does prefer a handheld system since he doesn’t like to play multiplayer games and finds it more convenient.

Light or dark?

The dark doesn’t bother Verde. In fact, it tends to be what he prefers, just because there tends to be less distractions around when it gets dark out. Light can always be gotten from lightbulbs and the like but that peace and quiet that settles in in the early hours of the morning? It’s irreplaceable.

Scary or happy?

Verde prefers scary, at least if we’re talking about movies and books. The monsters and ghosts and spooks from those movies and books intrigue him and often inspire him.

Movies or restaurants?

It depends. It’s movies, normally, but only if watched in the comfort of his own home or just with someone else. He sees no point of going to a nice restaurant unless there’s a reason because take-out exists and is much more convenient and doesn’t come at the risk of being seated next to a family with toddlers who are running all over the place and screaming. He doesn’t much like crowds either, being a little paranoid about his personal safety, but does enjoy movies.

Car or bus?

Car, every time. Again, buses and modes of public transport just kind of leave his paranoia prickling in his mind like a bad chill.

Carpet or tile?

Verde prefers tile, but only because of convenience. He really likes the feel of carpet under his feet, and the dampening of sound it provides but carpet is a pain in the ass to clean if something spills, unlike tile which can be easily wiped down or mopped.

Love or wealth?

Does the love for science and discovery count? Because that’s Verde’s pick right there. He does enjoy having enough money to fund his research and inventions but isn’t exactly greedy either. He doesn’t much care about money for personal gain or simply to be wealthy.

Markers or coloured pencils?

Verde uses a lot of markers in his work, honestly. They’re more permanent than coloured pencils and since he splurges on the fine tipped ones, they tend to be easier to make delicate lines on plans or designs with.

Independent or dependent?

Verde is very independent and he really has largely been that way through his entire life, both before becoming an Arcobaleno but especially so afterwards. He’s always been a bit of a loner and needs a lot of time to himself to function the best and he’s never been fond of relying or trusting others unless it’s absolutely unavoidable.

Hat or necklace?

I think Verde has worn a trilby or fedora in his time. Just one of those old, suave Grandpa looking ones. Don’t know why but it’s a very strong headcanon for me.

Poster or calendar?

Verde doesn’t care a lot about the aesthetics of spaces and doesn’t see a lot of use for posters. Calendars have a use, especially some of the ones that come with a word or historical fact every day and he has a couple of those littered around so he can keep track of both the date and enhance his learning.

Pain or death?

Verde is terrified of dying. Death is his biggest fear and he’d take even the most unbearable of pain, something else that mildly frightens him, before he’d take death.

Science or math?

Okay, but this question would break both his mind and his heart. They are both things he loves and holds dear and are very intertwined for him. There’s just no way he could ever choose.

Shower or bath?

Showers are quicker and still get the job done. Verde likes to conserve time on pointless but necessary tasks whenever he can.

Socks or slippers?

Shoes. Sometimes with socks but sometimes without them, it really depends on whether he has any clean. He just really hates being barefoot more than he has to be.

Chips or crisps?

They’re both the same thing to him, just different slang terms for them. As long as he can grab them and eat them quickly before moving on to something more exciting, that’s really all Verde cares about.

Secretive or open?

Verde is very secretive. It really doesn’t matter how close he lets someone get to him, he’s still going to have secrets from them and will still have some sort of mental or emotional wall between them. He just can’t seem to shake that little bit of paranoia that letting someone know everything he knows or thinks or feels could prove deadly or disastrous for him.

Friendship or romance?

I feel like Verde would take romance over friendship, in an odd way. He’s still a man and very much still has sexual urges so it’s more out of a drive to fulfil those urges than out of being a secret romantic, which he certainly isn’t.

Talent or skill?

Skill can never beat or match natural talent, no matter how much work is put in, in Verde’s opinion.

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night-market-if · 2 years

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Annnnd, the strike continues. *hits head on desk repeatedly.

Company came back today and said they would think about a new offer and get back to the employees Thursday. So, that's a full other week of striking. A full other week this house doesn't collect a paycheck. They're are certainly hoping that their underpaid staff can't afford to wait them out.

I'm pissed, to say the least. I never thought Patreon would be my sole income for a family of six. I never thought the company my husband has worked for, for most of his life, would get this bad (not surprised though) and I certainly didn't anticipate the second we started climbing out of our financial debt, to have the rug not yanked, but burned beneath us.

However, we are staying positive in small ways. We are getting creative with food and seeing how much we can use before we have to shop again. We are baking bread. And my son and I are reading a lot of Creepy Carrots because that book makes us giggle. Hubby and I are going to drink coffee tonight and play a crap ton of Uncharted. And while chapter six just came out, I suddenly find myself motivated to work on chapter seven.

It's all going to work out and be fine. But damn is September going to be a long and stressful month.

#personal blog #personal post #bitter feelings on strikes and unions and companies right now #bitter feelings about jobs in general

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"Where were you tonight? Did you have some fun?" The question was fostered in genuine curiosity. An aspect he comes to learn is how when motivation strikes her, it inevitably soars when she has her focus. Thoma's own days have been considerably busy, but time would contently find itself being made for her. A fresh cup of hot cocoa would be offered by her table side before he takes a seat next to her, cradling his own. Making them something to warm the atmosphere between them feels like second nature by now.

He may be a little curious if she enjoys the recipe, y'know, to see this could make her glow as well. "We could do story for story if that sounds like a fair trade. Though, I'm not sure how much rampant robots, laser fire and a guy stuck in a reverse ostrich stance sounds to you.."

it was strange returning home to someone already here. perhaps strange was too cruel of a word to describe what his presence incited within herself amidst her abode. a pleasant casualty she supposed, poetic in nature, but the usage & combination of words were fitting. ' hello to you too. ' she greeted with a smile, busying herself with removing her scarf which provided her some sense of warmth these chilly winter nights. furina closed & locked her door soon after. once her scarf was removed she snapped her fingers, calling upon her faithful entourage to allow them to mingle & simply be amidst a space they were already so comfortable & familiar with. each of their personalities bright within her apartment as they went about what earned their attention. at this point they have grown used to thoma all in thanks to her of course. aside from exposing them often to him, she always made it a habit to remind them that trusting him was not a mistake. it worked out in the end because just like her, her salon solitaire were also quick studies ... when they wanted to be to be fair.

furina stretched her arms out into the air, noting that she was a tad bit more tense than she initially thought herself to be. she was probably more at ease now because she was in the safety of her apartment & was properly being catered to at that. the hot drink hardly eluded her. ' monsieur neuvillette requested my presence in the palais mermonia. ' which was slowly becoming more & more common & admittedly, in a manner, it also helped her perception about things so she fought against her anxiety tooth & nail & would go. the regina smiled at him as she took her seat along with him, her mismatched gloved hands immediately warmed by the hot winter-appropriate indulgence before her. ' thank you, thoma. ' she had been dying for one of these, how considerate of him to make her some - she was touched.

she carefully lifted her cup & blew gentle air at it, her eyes focused upon her dashing company for the evening, his words making her giggle to herself as she indulged upon her presented indulgence & consumed some of the delicious drink. gods, he sure knew how to make a lot of delicious treats, she hoped to be that good one day. though her cooking skills were hardly anything to laugh about now, having mastered a good portion of it fairly quickly, she was aware that against him she paled by comparison. she expelled a pleased sigh once she placed her cup back 'pon her table. ' i can hardly go into detail about what matters were addressed on my visit over there. internal affairs, sensitive in nature. i can't dive into them too much. however it was pleasant. ' there were moments where she felt the threat of sleep overtake her but she came out the victor, naturally - her self-discipline was hardly that weak.

' oh? ' she leaned slightly forward with her arms rested comfortably upon her side of the table. ' pray tell. tell me more. ' she insisted lightly with interest. she was more interested about his day than her own to be honest.

meme. / @scarletooyoroi

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underdome-times · 8 days

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Meet Your Contestants!

This is Ov’lath G’Rah coming to you straight out of my pilgrimage to the elemental plane of air, and boy is it cold this time of year. I’ll be stepping in as announcer for the Riket tournament tonight! Let’s all get real familiar with the contestants. i’ll be covering all of the teams before the fights begin, so keep tuning in. If you’re competing, now’s the time to get the scoop on your competition!

The Hive Twins

Hope you’re not afraid of bees, because these twins are baring their stingers

Wasps

Hmm?

We are the friends of wasps

Oh yes it’s an incredible power the both of you wield. How do you plan on using it in the fight to come?

Kivrack will maintain connection, while I am guided by their sights unseen.

I also may protect Ivskar from mortal wounds. His attunement to their poisons treats their stings like a healing salve.

I’ve met all kinds of druids, but none like you.

I am no druid.

A druid becomes nature. We live beside it.

Well it sounds like we have a lot to learn, and your enemies have a lot to fear. Best of luck.

We will be the last alive.

The Kalbacki Assassins

Assassins, huh? It’s gonna be tough to go unseen or slip poison in someone’s cocktail while you’re in the arena. How do you plan on dealing with the open air?

What are you a cop? And hey if you’re fucking recording this I gotta say - legally - the name “assassin” is ironic. Any politically motivated murder is “alleged” at best.

That’s all well and good, but what about the match? Are you guys the type to distract and strike or go guns blazing?

Like I’d tell some rando devil what our game plan is.

Wait ain’t you the judge or somethin? S’posed to remain impartial?

Only judge is who’s still standing in the end.

Hell, one’s thing’s for sure: everyone else is gonna need a dentist for all the cavities in their heads by the end.

[Pablo then aimed his rifle at me and made an explosion noise with his mouth. He led Avery towards a door, realized it was a janitor’s closet, then turned and left the building through the correct door]

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lindsaywesker · 11 months

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

Nearly 1 billion people will go to bed hungry tonight.

We never ‘lose’ friends, we just learn who our real ones are.

The poorest Americans are still richer than 80% of the world.

Magic mushrooms grow in the gardens of Buckingham Palace.

One-third of Taiwanese funeral processions include a stripper.

51 cars a year overshoot and drive into the canals of Amsterdam.

In 1999, ‘mp3’ surpassed ‘sex’ as the most-searched term online.

According to her last wishes, Elizabeth Taylor arrived late for her own funeral.

Though sloths are known for their slowness, sloth sex lasts less than a minute. (30 seconds more than most men!)

Patience is not the ability to wait but how you act while you're waiting.

4000 children under the age of two are listed as owners of British companies.

Couples that tease each other gently often have happier, stronger relationships.

7% of American adults believe that chocolate milk comes from brown cows.

The sentence "Are you as bored as I am?" can be read backwards and still makes sense.

There is a place in Norway called Hell and it regularly freezes over during the winter.

British adults spend (on average) one hour and 52 minutes of each day in a bad mood.

We are subconsciously more attracted to people who have the same taste in music as we do.

Millennials (those born between 1981-1996) are having less sex than their parents did at their age.

In 1982, 43% of fathers in the UK had never changed a nappy. By 2000, this had dropped to 3%.

Unhappy people tend to daydream about the past but happy people tend to daydream about the future.

A sapiosexual is a person attracted to intellectual or mental qualities rather than physical characteristics.

A person that truly loves you will never let you go or give up on you, no matter how hard the situation is.

90% of the time it's not the person you miss, it's the feelings and moments you had when you were with them.

The chemical resveratrol, which is present in red wine, has been found to boost sex drive and performance in men.

Most ‘laugh tracks’ for TV were recorded in the fifties, which means many of the people you hear laughing are no longer alive.

If you want to quit smoking, go to a sauna for three days in a row and you'll sweat out the nicotine, which will make it easier to quit.

Senior citizens in New Zealand can join ‘coffin clubs’, where they meet up once a week to make and decorate their own coffins.

During the Fastnacht parade in Germany’s Black Forest, people hit each other with inflated pigs’ bladders attached to dried bull penises.

'Euphoria' Season 3, 'The White Lotus' Season 3, and 'The Last of Us' Season 2 are being delayed due to the writers’ strike. (Just bloody pay them!)

Part of Rupert Murdoch’s divorce settlement with Jerry Hall states that she is not allowed to give plot ideas to the writers of ‘Succession’.

Countries around the globe celebrate their freedom on Independence Day, with the most common being independence from British rule.

The first recorded use of the word ‘woke’ - to mean well-informed - was in a New York Times glossary of “words you might hear in Harlem” from 1962.

Research shows that heterosexual men who learn to play extreme metal guitar are mostly motivated to do so in order to impress other heterosexual men.

A study of 7000 US adults has found that, after the COVID-19 pandemic, people have become less extroverted and less agreeable. (No shit, Sherlock!)

Ethiopian languages have a punctuation mark for sarcasm. It is called ‘temherte slaq’ and looks like an inverted exclamation mark. (Christ, I’d be using that all day!)

Bruno Mars’ 'Doo-Wops & Hooligans' has now spent 12 full years on the Billboard Top 200 album chart. It's the first debut studio album in history to reach this milestone.

In 1871, lawyer Clement Vallandigham was defending a client accused of murder. In demonstrating how the victim might have accidentally shot himself, he accidentally shot himself. He died. His client was acquitted.

In 2007, a Bosnian couple cheated on each other with each other. They had spent time in a chat room bonding about their marital woes. When they met in person, they found out the person they had been complaining to was their spouse. They got divorced.

The first edition of the Oxford English Dictionary included the word ‘cock’ but excluded ‘condom’. The male genitals were not considered taboo but contraception was a subject “too utterly obscene for the dictionary”.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #radio #tuesdaymotivation

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gh0stbunnii · 1 year

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Skeleton parade

It happened only once a year, for a short 24 hours. The damned come marching in, you might think we'd board our windows, flee town, and ready our arms to keep the city safe. But it's far less dramatic than that you see. For the damned have no ill motives or will, October 1st is merely a day where the lost souls return to their old homes and break bread with the living.

It is a bitter-sweet time to see a skeleton, but with all the memories and feelings of a beloved, especially knowing in 24 hours, they will disappear once again. Of course, though, there are rules; the time restraints are strict. An old urban legend tells a tale of bones crumbling to dust at the 24th hour, never to come back living or dead. The dead may not speak a word of what the afterlife is to the living or be punished by the lord of damnation himself.

This day never meant much to me in the past; as an orphan and a social outcast, I never had anyone to reunite with, no one ever wanted to come back for me. But last year I had met a woman, beautiful doesn't begin to describe her. Silky black hair always tied back in a loose bun with strands falling to frame her heart-shaped face perfectly. Her almond-shaped piercing green eyes could see right through me with one glance.

It feels like only yesterday her frail body was flush against mine, her pale pink lips parted in a broad smile, gazing into and reading my soul as casually as one might say, "How are you doing today?"

She was hired into the pastry shop at the end of my street, always greeting me with the same beautiful, warm smile and the faint smell of cinnamon. I do not even care for sweets, but when I saw her peddling fresh pies in front of the store that day, I immediately became a new regular.

It took hardly any time at all for us to become close; we had different lives. She was raised in a warm, loving household, educated, and had many friends. I honestly could never tell what she saw in me. Yet still, she saw whatever it was, loving me as fiercely as anyone could ever imagine.

After four months of beating around the bush, I finally decided I had nothing left to lose in life and asked her to join me for dinner. The sparkle in her eyes answered me before she did. It was a classic whirlwind romance from that night on; I hardly spent a minute without her. Then three months from our first date, we got down on one knee at the same time.

But unfortunately, life is not a fairy tale, and happiness is fleeting. Tragedy struck my fiancé during work at the pastry shop; the building burned to the ground with the staff trapped inside. Inconsolable couldn't describe me, I holed up in my room and didn't see the sun for weeks. I had no one left; no one in the world had me in their thoughts or hearts anymore.

But now, in less than an hour, the clock will strike midnight, and they come marching in. I don't know if she will be there tonight, the dead are not required to return to the surface. I do not know how I will find her among a sea of skeletons, and I do not know if she has any wish to see me again. But if I do not try, I will never recover from this. I will have to join her myself.

So I tighten my corset, rouge my cheeks, pin-up my hair, and try to steady my breathing. The town square clock rings out once, and I feel my heart stop. Eleven more times, it rings proudly as I jitter my way down the steps and onto the street. I peer around nervously as people join me outside, ready with handkerchiefs and gifts for their loved ones.

Looking up admiring the starry night sky that we used to lay under and talk about our futures together. The full moon filled me with a sense of hope, another chance: something, anything to be able to keep me moving forward in life.

Snapped out of my thoughts as drums begin playing faintly down the main street, trumpets join in as they get closer and closer. Then without warning, the dead are cascading down main street, twirling flags, beating drums, cheering, and waving at everyone. Onlookers thrust themselves into the parade, grabbing at loved ones they somehow recognize. Others let themselves into buildings as they pass by, while the rest continue to march past, onward toward their own happiness.

I had not realized I was worrying my lip between my teeth until I felt a bony hand gently pulling it away. My breath caught in my throat as I turned ever so slowly toward the palm. And there she was, don't ask me how I knew. Even if she had not spotted me first and come over, I would have known. That something inside me was screaming that this tiny skeleton in front of me with the tinier flag in her hands was my love.

I pulled her into my chest as my body wracked itself with sobs. She soothingly rubbed her hands up and down my back while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I could barely find it in myself to pull away long enough to look into her face, and even though her eyes were long gone, I still felt that familiar prickling feeling of her staring right through me into my soul.

Her small, tinkling, bell-like laugh reached my ears, filling my heart with warmth and happiness. Then she turned around and began dragging me back to our home. "I see you've doubted my feelings! I'll have to remind you every year now how much I love you, how much you mean to me."

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33roda · 3 years

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Kaeya X Dom!Reader <3

tags: tiddy sucking (m!receiving), butt fingering, (m!receiving), brat taming kinda, gn!reader I think !!

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Yet another exhausting Abyss Order attack, finally over with.

It was a quite difficult one at that, having required a whole army of knights at the gates of Mondstadt, so Kaeya invited the team to a drink at Angel's Share, out of all places. Even after all the energy that used up, he's still in the mood for drinks?

Well, that didn't matter anyway, because either way, you would've been forced to go either by Kaeya or by Lisa. You sat quietly next to Kaeya, listening to him chat with the other knights.

"Ah, another success.. Of course, we couldn't have done it without our Honorary Knight here," he chatted, sounding as sarcastic as ever. "You truly are a new storm after all."

He rested his hand on your shoulder while holding up his third glass of sparkling wine of the night, chuckling at how Amber was already tipsy after one sip of beer. Jean held her up, furrowing her eyebrows tightly, looking for where Lisa went. Probably off to flirt with the new naive bartender. Everyone's enjoying their time here while she had to babysit Amber and Lisa?

"Of course, Y/N. It is truly an honor to celebrate this with our new Honorary Knight." she stumbled as she continued holding up Amber and wiping her drool with napkins, her slurring drowned out by the noises in the background. You let out a polite smile, showing your appreciation to everyone on the table.

"Thank you, Grand Master. It was a pleasure working with you today." The table was awkward. Too formal, too stiff, but Kaeya didn't seem to mind it, just smirking and slowly sipping on his wine. You almost started wondering and fantasizing about when it'd be time to leave, but as soon as you thought of that, you felt Kaeya's hand slide off your shoulder and started gently caressing your thighs. Ah, expected. Of course there had to be an ulterior motive to his invitation, not that you minded. Taking advantage of the loud, distracting chatter in the background, he ducked his head next to your ear just enough so you could feel his hot breath against it.

"You sure look bored, Y/N. Quite rude of you to not respect etiquette," he whispered against your ear and chuckled. "I have something more fun for you later. Meet me outside the bar once the rest leave."

Ha. Finally, something interesting this night. You had nothing to lose anyway, so why not entertain his request? his actions motivating you to just get the night over with, you try to be more friendly with Jean to lessen the tenseness in the air, her unaware of the touching and groping exchanged between you and Kaeya underneath the table.

Lisa would never seem to return, and Jean eventually got tired of the Outrider hiccuping and slurring on her words next to her, deciding it was best for everyone to just go home. Exchanging goodbyes to everyone, Kaeya escorted them outside, looking back and shooting you a wink and a smug smile before leaving the tavern. Oh what you'd do to wipe that smug smile off his face, and you'd be sure to do just that tonight. You started packing up your stuff, taking your sweet time with it, thinking about how you're keeping The Cavalry Captain waiting. You can already picture how he'll be squirming and begging to be touched.. What a pretty sight, you thought, as you exit the tavern door to be greeted with silence for a second; then the husky voice of a grumpy-looking Kaeya.

"Took ya long enough, Honorary Knight," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for an excuse or an apology, getting a figurative slap in the face when he got teasing instead.

"Oh, so sorry, Captain, did my touch make you so needy in there you couldn't wait for a few minutes?," you cooed, giving him as much of a smug smile as he was giving you earlier.

"Hm," he scoffed. Resistance? from a new knight like you? that's new. He was known to be irresistible, to both men and women, being all dolled up with his fancy fur and chains. At least he still has you in his hands, he thought.

Thank Barbatos the streets were empty ‒ if anyone saw you leading the Captain to your house in the dead of the night, the rumours would not sound pretty for either of you. But rumours were the least of your concerns, being in your room with Kaeya holding you against the wall and leaning down to whisper in your ear as you twirled his ponytail in your fingers from behind.

"Getting you here was easier than expected, Y/N," he taunted, "I'm starting to think you've wanted this for some time."

"In your dreams," you looked up at him. To be honest, he was a very attractive man - looking down at you with half lidded eyes and that smirk that never seemed to fade. He shot down to kiss you, but it was too early, you thought. He had to earn it. You grabbed his ponytail, forcing him to throw his head back and expose his pretty little neck to you. His eyes going wide as you started tracing circles on his exposed chest - now that was a sight to appreciate. Funny, he's the captain yet his skin felt smooth and silky against your calloused hands.. now you understand why he liked showing it off so bad. Switching hands to grab him by the face, you snickered, "It seems like you've been the one planning this, Sir Kaeya. Actually, how about you let me be your master tonight, hm?"

"You think it's that easy? Insulting of you, Y/N," you raised an eyebrow at the disobedience, even with your hands grabbing his cheeks, his words coming out slurred. Should've expected that from a smug fuck like Kaeya. "Prove yourself to me."

"You really are a brat. Not surprised, honey." you said, letting go of his cheeks and immediately diving into his chest to lick and suck at it, leaving it with red and purple bruises. Sliding your fingers across his wet chest and under his shirt, you flicked his nipple with your thumb before squeezing it, feeling him shudder standing in front of you. "What's wrong? can't handle it? need to lay down?" you didn't even let him finish before shoving him down into the bed, impressing him with your sudden strength. Giggling, you pinned his wrists down next to his head. "Just let me have my fun with those pretty tits of yours." Surprisingly, he didn't complain - instead, he just bit his lip and turned his head to the side, allowing himself to be touched. "Such a good boy, really,"

"Th-this is just a one time thing, Y/N, don't get your hopes up," he stuttered out between little gasps and squirms, "I promise you, I'll be stuffing you full tonigh- ngh!" he choked, feeling you move his shirt to the side and start lapping at his nipple. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell is now. Riling him up was easier than expected - although he'd never admit that. You continued nibbling at him, feeling his hardness underneath his pants on your stomach. Poor Kaeya, getting hard just from this?

"Sensitive, are we?" you commented between licks. "No wonder you love showing off your chest so much. Makes me think how you'd like showing the rest of you off?"

"You'd love to see that, huh?" he remained smug.

"Why yes, I would, Captain," you purred. You started unbuckling his belt and stripping him all the way down to his underwear, leaving so much more area for you to lick, kiss, and just ruin. "Such a pillow princess. Are you like this with everyone else?"

"N-no!" he exclaimed, looking insulted. "Just strip me already, Y/N." Honestly, it was pretty funny how he tried to mask his horniness, even with his dick as hard as ever under you, face flushed and breathing heavily.

"I'm not stripping you unless you call me your master. And if you strip yourself," you held up his chin with your fingers, "I'll just leave you here, naked and horny, with no pleasure at all. Your choice, Kaeya."

"Master.. please, please strip me - I need more, anything, please," he sounded like he was about to cry. How adorable, his pride crumbling right before him, all just so he could have your touch..

"Good boy."

You pulled down his tight blue underwear down to his ankles, freeing his oh-so-pretty cock. He was certainly impressive, but unfortunately, his dick would be useless to you tonight. "How pretty," you hummed, tracing every vein with your fingers, feeling every throb. "You want more, don't you? I want to hear you beg for more."

"More, please, I n-need you to touch me master, please," gasping, he tried rutting against your hand, rubbing himself on you, anything - but failing. "I want it so bad,"

Having the Cavalry Captain being your little bitch wasn't so bad after all. Laughing at his little whines and pathetic attempts to get off on your hand, you grabbed him and started pumping gently, watching his reactions in pure amusement. His usually striking eyes shut closed, eyebrows tight, his mouth wide open - it was all a sight to behold. Groans and whimpers filling the room, he continued trying to thrust harder into your hand, chasing his release. But baby, he had no idea the plan was entirely different than he thought.

He really thought it was just a bit of teasing, then you'd make him cum with your hands, or fuck you tight. But you stopped pumping him, leaving him whining and begging for more, a look of pitiful disappointment on his face. It almost made you feel bad.

"It's not gonna be that easy, pretty boy," you slapped his thighs, "legs up for me baby."

"H-huh?" he looked genuinely confused, still in a daze from the sudden disappearance of your hand on his cock. Not letting him waste any time, you lifted his legs all the way up by yourself.

"Can't even take orders?" you smacked his ass, making it jiggle and let out that filthy noise. You were impressed how loud it was, honestly. "What would the other knights think seeing you like this, Kaeya? maybe you want them to hear you get fucked? see you all spread out for your master?" Not even giving him a chance to respond, you shoved your fingers in his mouth, he could only hum little "mmphs" and nods in your direction. "I never knew our Captain would be such a slut," you watched in amusement as he coated your fingers in drool, looking up at you in desperation. "I'll give you exactly what you want." smiling at him, you rubbed your saliva-coated fingers against his hole for a few seconds before shoving a finger in to prep him. He wanted more, evidently, by the way he kept humping down against your finger with hesitant moans.

"Y-You're doing it all wrong," he slipped off your fingers with heavy breaths, "let me show you how it's done, master," You raised an eyebrow, and as soon as you were gonna grab him by his throat and punish him, he spread himself out even further with his hands, looking to get a reaction out of you. It was his first time doing this with someone else, but he's definitely fucked himself in front of a mirror before. Who wouldn't love to watch his body like that, anyway?

Shoving two fingers inside himself, he started looking for his spot, erratically humping the air looking for more stimulation, anything; but the most you'd do is stroke his thighs with a smile on your face, teasing him even further. He was obviously just trying to put on a show for you, make you watch him stretch himself out and look at him make the most erotic faces for you - he'd even make sure the whole of Mondstadt heard him get fucked, as if he wasn't gonna wear your hickeys like an award in front of the other knights tomorrow. Watching him fuck in and out of himself, listening to the filthy noises his ass made; you couldn't help but cross your legs a little. "Do you like it, master?" he whimpered.

"I know what you're doing, prince," you answered, "trying so hard to get more.. such a desperate bitch, don't you think?" he nodded in agreement. "Well, since you've been so good.." turning him over, you pushed his face down into the bed. He was already arching his back for you - his pretty hole all wet and ready to get fucked. "You'll still have to work for it, though," you laughed, hearing him groan in protest into the bed. Gently pushing your digits into him, you ordered, "Fuck yourself on my fingers, Kaeya."

Immediately obeying, he pushed himself back onto your fingers, dick flailing under him, sobbing and begging for you to just fuck him yourself - maybe if he obeyed for a little, you'd finally do it? "Such a good boy. And to think you wanted to fuck me?"

You wouldn't let go until you found his spot, curving your fingers towards his navel, making his legs give out from all the pleasure - the Captain was simply a doll in your hands to play with. Even when his legs gave out, only then would you finally fuck him yourself, his tears staining your bed alongside his cum. Fucking his spot even when your arms got tired, you had to make him cum again. His moans getting more and more high-pitched with every fuck into him, squirming and grinding his ass against you, he finally came again with a throaty moan filling the room. You pulled out of him and gave his ass a quick smack, letting him take his breath before turning over to face you. His cum all over his stomach and chest was a sight to remember, dick twitching, his face blushy and pretty lips open gasping.

Sliding your fingers across his chest, you picked up some of his cum and put it near his mouth, waiting for him to put his tongue out to lick it. He did just that, making eye contact with you, and even holding your wrist in place so he could lick it all up. "Good puppy."

He'll definitely be limping around the other knights tomorrow.. Not that he minded. He'll absolutely be teasing you again at the Knights of Favonious headquarters, anyway.

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ponderinqs · 3 years

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Pushed Away || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking, angst, gun usage, SLOW BURN!!!

word count: 3.3k

summary: you’re best friends with jj, but something happens one day, leaving you and the rest of the group confused and worried about him. what happened to him? did you do something to hurt him? or maybe, there’s something rather... emotional going on inside him. something he’s never felt for anyone before in his life.

a/n: here’s me apologizing for not posting this WAYYY sooner. listen,, i got huge writers block for a very long time, and i wasn’t feeling up to anything obx. but now that season 2 has come out, and the fact that i’m at the beach right now (approximately 2 hours away from where they film outer banks), i finally have some motivation to write. soooo yeahhhh. hope you enjoy LMFAOOO. also, read the other parts if u haven’t already!

unedited. please excuse any typos :)

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It’s been about four days since your friends found out about your past. A week since you spoke to any of them.

When you came home that night after seeing Rafe, you and your mother got into a screaming fit over how she needs to stop trying to change you back to who you used to be.

“You don’t get to tell me who I am! I get to choose that!” You yelled, finger pointed at your mother.

“Excuse me?! I am your mother! I can do whatever I need to do to get you to stop turning into someone you’re not!” Now your mother was screaming at you, probably waking the neighbors.

“Life was better when dad was here! Now you’re just a pathetic excuse as a mother!!” You felt regretful for the words that left your mouth, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like the right thing to do.

You felt a hand come across your cheek. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, young lady!”

She left the house shortly after you two fought. Your mother has been gone for a few days, which left you holed up in your room, alone, letting the nasty thoughts fog your brain.

You groaned as you got out of your bed, trudging to the bathroom to see how awful you looked. Your hair was disheveled and you looked like absolute shit. “God…” You whispered, letting your fingers graze your cheek. You winced as you felt a slight sting from the movement. It was still sore, and even if there wasn’t much of a mark anymore, you could still see a slight red tint to it.

You finally decided it was time to leave the house. The sun was beginning to set, but you didn’t want to be holed up in your house for another day. After cleaning up and looking somewhat normal, you walked downstairs and went to open the door, but someone was at the door, just about to knock. It was Pope, looking frantic and scared.

“Y/N! Hi!” He pulled you into a quick hug. “You gotta come quick, there’s something wrong with JJ.” He looked at you, scanning your face for any response, when he saw the slightly reddened cheek mark.

“Who did that?” He spoke softly, his finger touching the mark lightly. “My mother.” You sighed. You didn’t feel like worrying everyone, but it was already happening.

“We can talk about this later, okay? But c'mon, we gotta go.” He nudged his head to his car as the both of you made your way over to the car.

“Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?” You spoke after a few minutes of pure silence while Pope drove. “I really don’t know. He went back home last night and something must’ve happened there. You’re like the only one that can get him to calm down.” He smiled at you as he pulled into the Chateau.

You both got out and walked towards the front, where JJ was seen pacing back and forth, Kiara and John B just watching him. They both saw you and stared, not saying a word.

JJ turned around and saw you, the two of you making eye contact. He stopped pacing, and you saw the sun shine through his beautiful hair, but you also noticed more cuts and bruises scattered around his pretty face.

You approached him with caution, looking into his ocean blue eyes the entire time. The two of you didn’t speak any words, but somehow you still calmed JJ down. You grabbed both of his arms as you looked at his face, examining each and every cut and bruise.

Instead of speaking, you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, resting your head on his chest. He was hesitant at first, but he also wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.

You felt wetness on your skin, making you hug him even tighter. JJ let out a choked sob, still holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it. You stroked his back, your eyes watering as you listened to him cry into you.

“I can’t do it.” He mumbled into your neck in between sobs. Your heart broke for what felt like the hundredth time this week. And again, you couldn’t do anything to help him, which made you feel helpless. All you could do was stand here and hug your best friend, hoping something would make everything stop hurting.

JJ went limp in your arms as the two of you fell to the ground, JJ covering his face with his hands and he continued to cry. “JJ..” You whispered softly, grabbing him and holding him to your chest. You ran your hand through his hair a few times, trying to get him to calm down.

You looked around at the other Pogue members, signaling that they need to give you two a minute. They understood and nodded, walking into the Chateau and closing the door behind them.

After they were gone, you moved JJ away from you as you pulled his hands away from his face. Your foreheads rested against each other’s, the two of you not daring to break eye contact.

His eyes were red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face. He looked at you with his sad eyes as you felt raindrops beginning to fall on the top of your head.

Soon it was beginning to rain even harder, but the two of you just sat outside, staring at each other and not speaking a word. “I can’t deal with him anymore..” JJ’s voice cracked at the end, letting out another choked sob.

You cupped his face with your hands, kissing his forehead lightly. As you pulled his face away, he noticed the faint cheek mark on your face. “Who.. who did that?” He said quietly, his hand coming up to touch it.

Shivers went down your spine as you felt his touch, along with a slight sting. “Shit.” You hissed, looking down at the ground.

“It was your mother, wasn’t it?” He moved his dripping wet hair out of his face, looking into your eyes.

You nodded slowly right as a bolt of lightning cracked in the air. Thunder boomed through the atmosphere within seconds, and the two of you shared the same look. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You grabbed his hand and helped him stand as the two of you went inside.

The three friends looked up at the sound of the door closing, seeing the both of you drenched with your hands still intertwined.

You squeezed his hand, leading him to the extra bedroom. You watched the fragile boy lie down on the bed, turning his back to you.

You turned around and went back out to the rest of your friends. “Um, we’re gonna stay here tonight.” You shuffled your feet.

“Everyone is staying here. The hurricane is coming through right now.” John B sat on one of the couches, finally looking up at you.

You nodded. “He’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Just give him time.” Kiara looked up at you, giving you a slight smile.

You sighed and made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels before you returned to the extra room, seeing JJ in the same position that he was in when you left him.

“Hey, I got some towels so we can dry off.” You got onto the bed and set the towels in front of you. JJ turned around and sat up, grabbing a towel and drying off his hair.

“Do you have extra clothes here?” You asked, and JJ just simply nodded, pointing to the worn down dresser across from the bed. You stood up and walked over, opening it and finding some random clothes for you and JJ.

You tossed JJ a random marina shirt, and a pair of shorts. You found a blue shirt and some sweats, and put them onto the bed. “Well, close your eyes.” You grinned at him, and JJ smirked before covering his eyes with his hand.

You stripped from your wet shirt and tossed it to the corner of the room, making a note to wash it tomorrow. When you looked at JJ, he was peeking out of his hand. “Maybank!!” You giggled as you hurriedly put the shirt on.

“Well, I like the view.” He commented, making the heat rise up to your cheeks. You shook your head and pulled off the drenched pants you had on, rushing to put on the sweatpants.

“Keep em off.” He smirked, his hands now completely away from his eyes. “Oh, shut up.” You finished changing and got into bed, JJ now getting up and changing. “Do I need to close my eyes?” You spoke as if you were a little child.

“That’s up to you.” He smirked again. You decided not to as you watched him slowly peel his wet shirt off of his body.

Without realizing it, you were biting your lip and staring at his defined torso. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” JJ laughed, pulling the dry shirt onto him and then taking off his drenched shorts.

Seeing JJ in his boxers was something you never thought you would witness, but I guess it had to happen sometime, right? He slid on his shorts and got back into bed.

Rain pattered against the window, along with the occasional lightning strikes and thunder. The two of you sat in the darkness for what felt like hours.

“Why did your mother slap you?” JJ spoke, the air thick with something you couldn’t quite explain.

“I called her a pathetic excuse for a mother. So she slapped me. Then she left.” You turned to face JJ, your faces inches away from each other.

“Why didn’t you come to see us? You were gone for a long time, or at least a long to the three of us. We were all scared and confused.” JJ’s hand moved to rest on your cheek, staring at you. Even in total darkness, he could make out your features.

“I didn’t want to. I thought you guys hated me.” You relaxed into his touch, sighing.

“We don’t hate you, Y/N. We are all just a little disappointed that you never told us.” He moved a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

The tension was thick, and it scared you. You’ve never been this vulnerable to each other. JJ never let his guard down, and neither did you. The time you shared outside was something that has never happened before.

“Do you feel better?” You spoke softly, wondering if that was the right thing to say. You didn’t know if you were overstepping any boundaries the two of you had. A lightning bolt lit up the sky, followed by a large boom of thunder as JJ began to talk.

“Yeah.. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He shrugged it off and pulled the thin blanket up to his chest. You gave him a confused look. “JJ, I will always worry about you. That’s what friends do. We always look after each other and make sure the other one is okay.” You scooted yourself closer to him. You felt him shiver as your arm grazed his.

“Just don’t bother worrying about me, okay? I’ll survive.” His finger reached up to his face to touch the multiple cuts and bruises on his face. You heard him wince as the wind picked up outside.

Rain began rapidly pattering against the window, wind shaking the trees and scraping up against the side of the shack.

“JJ look.. I’m sorry for going full ghost on you guys for that long. I should’ve let you all know that I was okay.” You whispered, your hand resting on his shoulder as you laid your side to look at him.

“Nah I get it. I do it too.” JJ shrugged. You stared into his blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on inside of that beautiful brain of his. He was too focused on the storm outside to realize that you were staring at him. When he finally made eye contact with you, your heart seemed to have skipped a beat.

“What?” He asked, his voice soft and caring. “Nothing.” You mumbled and laid down, getting comfortable with your pillow and the blanket you were currently sharing with JJ.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” JJ said before he turned on his side and tried to fall asleep. You were facing his back, your eyes glued to him. Slowly but surely your eyes closed and you both fell asleep to the sound of the wind and rain outside.

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Looking down, you saw JJ sleeping on you, his hand draped across your stomach with soft snores emitting from his mouth. You smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. You inspected his small cuts and bruises on his face, your index finger grazing each and every one of them.

Soon JJ’s eyes peeled open and he looked up at you. “What are you doing?” He mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

“Oh, nothing. Good morning.” You replied, moving your finger away from his face. JJ rolled himself off of you and got out of bed, mumbling a ‘good morning’ before he exited the room and went to find the others. You followed him shortly after, finding no one in the living room.

“Uh.. guys?” JJ questioned, walking around the small boat house as he tried to find his friends. You then spotted John B outside, along with Kiara and Pope. “JJ, they’re outside.” You spoke before walking outside.

You looked around at the damage the hurricane had caused. Branches and twigs were scattered around the yard, along with a lot of random debris covering most of the grass. “Holy shit. She really did a number.” JJ admitted, walking around the yard, stepping on some twigs and picking random stuff up.

“Yeah, no kidding.” John B replied, his hands on his hips as he looked around at all the damage.

Surprisingly, the Chateau didn’t take much damage. You had noticed a bucket sitting on the floor earlier, so there must be a leak. Other than that, there wasn’t much else that needed repairing.

Suddenly, your phone in your pocket started to ring. Grabbing it, you saw the caller ID and it showed that it was your mom. “You have to be kidding me.” You muttered under your breath.

Catching your friends’ attention, they all turned to look at you. “Your mom?” Pope asked, wincing to himself once you nodded.

You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed through the phone.

“What do you mean?” You kept your voice calm and controlled, because you knew if you raised your voice this phone call would be a lot worse than it already is.

“Leaving the house when I’m not there?! Doing god knows what with those low life’s?!” Your mom responded through the phone, her voice getting increasingly louder by the second.

“First of all, you left me!! What the hell was I supposed to do holed up in that house?! And I have told you this time and time again, they are not low lifes!” You retaliated back, making sure that your mom knew that she was in the wrong.

“That’s what you think.” She responded flatly. You just scoffed. “You make me sick, mom. You really do.” You responded, beginning to walk around in circles.

“You need to come back home. I mean it.” Your mom responded sternly. She could do anything, but nothing would tear you away from your real family.

“No. I am not coming back home for a while.” You shook your head, making eye contact with Kie.

“Excuse me? Yes you are. I will send the cops after you if I have to.” She responded, now raising her voice yet again.

“I cannot believe how disrespectful you are right now, mom. No, I am not coming home. You have given me so many reasons to not come home. I am going to stay here where I am more loved. Fuck off.” You yelled and ended the call, not caring about what she had to respond with.

“God, Y/N, I am so sorry you have to deal with her. That’s horrible.” Kiara walked up to you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back, resting your head on her shoulder.

The rest of the Pogues soon surrounded you and hugged you. You smiled as everyone hugged you.

About 30 minutes later, everyone was standing around a large fire that had started to burn all the twigs and branches scattered across the yard, when a Range Rover pulled up next to John B’s van.

You were not surprised when you saw Rafe get out of the car. “Oh hell no..” John B scoffed, walking over to Rafe.

“John B.. John B. Relax. I’m just here for Y/N.” Rafe smirked as he looked over at you, holding his hand out to stop John B.

“Rafe. Get out of here.” You told him, staying near JJ just in case he tries to do something.

“I got you, I got you.” JJ whispered in your ear, placing his hands on your hips as he held you close.

“It was your mom again.” Rafe’s voice got louder as he started to walk closer to you.

“I don’t care about her. Now leave.” Your heartbeat began to rise as he got closer and closer.

“Nah, I don’t think I will do that.” Rafe was now four feet in front of you.

“Hey, buddy, back it up!!” JJ yelled, staring at Rafe to make sure he doesn’t make any sudden movements.

“Aw look, you have a bodyguard. How adorable. You know, Y/N, me and you had history. I used to be your bodyguard. Isn’t that right?” Rafe smirked at you.

Before anyone could react, Rafe grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards him. He held you close to his back, his arm locked across your chest.

“You dickhead!” JJ screamed and ran over to grab you.

Suddenly, Rafe pulled out a gun, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

He clocked the gun at you, the barrel sitting right on your head. You gasped, tears trickling down your face.

“Tell them, Y/N. Tell them what we were.” Rafe said, smirking as he looked around at the group.

“Put down the gun and I will!!” You yelled, only causing Rafe to push the gun onto your head more. You let out a yell.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think you just better tell them now.” Rafe looked down at you, smirking.

“Me and Rafe,” you sniffled, looking down at the ground. “we had.. history. More than what I have told you. We… we dated.” You let out a choked sob.

Rafe slowly moved the gun away from your head. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned, stilling holding you close to his body.

All of the Pogues looked at you in disbelief. You couldn’t even find it in you to look at JJ.

“Cmon, Y/N. Let’s go.” Rafe gave your friends a little wave before he walked over to his car with you and shoved you into the passenger seat.

You were unable to fight him. You gave up, just staring at the floor of the car.

As Rafe started the car up, your friends started to run after you. Rafe quickly backed up out of his spot and peeled away. The last thing you saw out of the passenger side window was JJ, looking scared and very upset.

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unconscious confession | jhs

⤑ series: heartbreaker

⤑ pairing: stoner!hoseok x cheerleader!reader

⤑ genre: fluff !!

⤑ rating: pg13

⤑ word count: 3.4 // unedited

⤑ warnings: use of recreational drugs..!!

⤑ A/N: hiiii! thanks to everyone who has been reading along so far and giving me feedback with each and every update !! i really appreciate it honestly it’s a really big motivator for me. sooo i hope you like this part as well, don’t forget to let me know what you think . and also it’s this hoseok walking around lmao .

OCTOBER 3RD, 2020 | 19:26

Hoseok showed up to the game while the players were still practicing and you and the rest of the squad were in the middle of stretches. He looks effortlessly handsome from the quick glimpse you get before he's slumping down onto the metal. Focus on tucking each crumble of weed into the paper, but he'd occasionally steal glances at you on the field.

And your eyes meet each and every time. He played into the casual feel he wanted to set for tonight, an oversized pale yellow shirt underneath his light denim jacket. The pants he wears matches the jean of his jacket but are covered in rips, hair being held back by a headband. You've never noticed it before, but staring at him from the field when you really should be stretching had you realizing how well he carried himself. All of the time.

Thankfully, you're able to keep focus while you're actually cheering. Ignoring the fuzzy feeling that rises in your chest at the sight of him cheering for you (it's not for the players on the field who are losing, badly). He even waves cutely at you as you're being thrown in the air and you consider ruining your form to wave back. But decide against it, Jimin would throw a fit.

His attention is on you from kickoff through overtime, taking the steps two at a time as the players line up to congratulate the winning team. “Ooh. Here comes your biggest fan,” Jimin points out from beside you, slightly breathless from the back-to-back routines.

You're gulping down mouthfuls of water, so you actually don't see when Hoseok makes his way over to you. Not until Jimin's words are registering and your head is whipping around to catch the wide smile on his pretty face. He doesn't hesitate to drop his arm over your shoulders, easily tucking your body into his side.

Instantly, you're engulfed in the familiar scent of him. The subtle stench of weed masked by his sweet cologne. You've never been around a guy who smelt as sweet as Hoseok always did, used to the overpowering stink of AXE body spray, but you're convinced he's never purchased a bottle.

He's offering a quick nod of acknowledgment to Jimin, which is met with a halfhearted wave as he leans down to tie his laces. “You were pretty cool cheering,” He tries to be nonchalant with his compliment, eyes focused on the sky as he talks. Which is pointless, you already caught the way he had been cheering from the crowd.

“'Pretty cool', that's it?” There's a playful smirk on your lips that he finds way more inciting than he should. But, he's determined to keep his cool in front of you so all he does is lift his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Yeah, pretty cool.” He repeats in the same tone as before.

You don't even bother to mask the snicker that sneaks past your lips. “I put my leg behind my head it was just 'pretty cool'? Maybe you need an up-close demonstration?” It's the one that you use that catches him off guard, highlighting the meaning behind your suggestion.

He stumbles slightly, eyes widening slightly. That was obviously something he's thought about before... respectfully. This wasn't the first time he's seen what your body could do and it never failed to get his mind wandering. Of course, he's thought if he had the chance to sleep with you, would you pull out the same tricks you do on the field. Who wouldn't wonder that with someone they were pursuing?

But, the fact that you were mentioning it. Hinting at it like you were planning for exactly that to happen, that was a whole different ballpark. And it's obvious from the slightly dazed look in his eye, that you can't help but laugh at. Pulling him from his thoughts with the sound of your laugh.

“You're funny,” You say through your laughter, which he's quickly catching on to – soft chuckles leaving his lips.

He leads you all the way to the locker rooms, where he waits outside for you to change out of your uniform and into the sweater and jeans you had picked out for your date. Compliment at the edge of his tongue the moment you're stepping out, arm dropping back down around your shoulder.

While the two of you walk to his car, he fills you in on the hilarious thing Jeongguk did that morning. And you laugh along with him. Like an actual laugh, not one of those forced ones to boost his ego. He's animated as he speaks, gesturing wide and goofy voices tagged as his friend's voices.

You're a few steps from his car when he's rushing ahead of you, pulling the car door open before dramatically gesturing to it. “M'lady,” He says as you pass him and you know he's just kidding, but your heart skips a beat.

There's got to be something wrong with you, you're sure of it. You've been on tons of dates in the past and here you were all warm and fuzzy inside and the date has barely started. It was comforting being around Hoseok, though. As if you've always known him, you hardly had to do any thinking when you texted and it was no different in person.

You can't help but wonder if it felt like that for him too. A connection like that can't just go unnoticed, right? Or maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “Will you tell me now where we're going?” You're asking as he's settling into the space beside you, tugging his seatbelt around his waist.

“I won't tell you until we're there.” You had spent the entire night before trying to guess where he was taking you, which was no use. The shrug emoji was a favorite of his you were quickly realizing. “It's really cool, though. You're gonna like it,” He says with a grin.

If that was supposed to ease your curious mind, it does the exact opposite. A place he was sure you were going to like? How would he know? Talked for seven days straight, but that's only one week. Do you really know what someone likes after one week?

Hoseok's quiet the entire car ride, a small smile playing on his lips as he drives. You're too busy striking out possible date locations to make any conversation, so the soft sound of his music is the only noise that fills the car. He's humming along to the beat, fingers tapping against the steering wheel, hair being swept by the wind. He's something out of a movie, it's hard to really focus on anything else.

Ten whole minutes pass of you shamelessly admiring his profile before he's shoving the car into park. “We're here,” Arms stretched out in front of him and your eyes squint, figuring you're missing something. “Where's here?” You're asking when you can't find the answer for yourself.

Hoseok lets out a small laugh, hand reaching to unbuckle his seatbelt. “You gotta get out to see it,” He's at your door seconds later, pulling it open and offering his hand out to you. Which you take, allowing him to pull you from the warmth and into the night wind. With his fingers laced with yours, he leads you away from the car.

You were standing on a cliff and the closer you get to the edge, the prettier it gets. Lights from the city below twinkling, but it looks so quiet. “You can see everything up here,” His fingers are still laced with yours, forgotten between you. “Right. I like to come here sometimes and just look,” Even with the endless conversation the two of you shared throughout the week, there were still quite a few things you didn't know about him.

Like the fact that he had a spot or the reason, he felt like he needed one in the first place. “How come you wanted to have our date here?” Aren't spots supposed to be private? Wouldn't showing you where he goes to 'just look', take away from that?

All at once, he's becoming all too aware with the warmth of your hand in his. The small tingle he feels throughout his palm that he had done a good job at ignoring up until now. It's the reason he's wiggling his fingers from your grasp and shoving his hand into the front pocket of his jeans.

He's plopping down on the rock with a thud, shoulders shrugging. “I don't know. Sometimes when we talk, I feel like bringing you here. So I did.” He's trying to be cool and you're not too sure why. There's a code in his words that isn't at all hard to read. He wanted to bring you here, let you in on a piece of him and no matter how nonchalant he tried to act about it, that's what it was.

So you're lowering yourself to sit beside him. From his pocket, he's pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and tucking it between his lips. He's quick with lighting it, taking his time with inhaling. “I don't really go on dates like that, you know. I mean, I do... but I don't. When I take girls out, it's like a gratuity, you know? But, I like talking to you and I wanted to show you something cool too. So I brought you here,”

His free hand rests on the ground behind you, inadvertently pulling your body closer to his. “Do you like it?” There's a bit of hopefulness in his voice that's hard to miss.

You're smiling brightly up at him, nodding your head to rid him of any confusion. “I like it. It's really pretty. Thank you for showing it to me,” Just your smile was enough to have the flutter starting up in his chest, but the way you talked to him? He'd turn into a blubbering fool if he wasn't careful.

He extends his hand, wordlessly offering the smoke out to you. And you're assuming that he just wants you to hold it for a second, so you pluck it from his fingers. And wait. He's snorting out a laugh at the patient look on your face. “You gonna hit it or...?”

“Oh! Uhm... no?” He's quick with pulling it from your fingers at the rejection, no desire to waste anything. “Why not? Are you like a good girl or something?” He teases, words coming through a cloud of smoke.

You're letting out a scoff, eyes rolling at his words. “No. I'm an athlete. My body is my most important instrument. Which includes my lungs,” He's bursting out laughing at the snootiness hidden in your tone. A loud laugh contagious laugh that could probably be heard throughout the entire city.

“Well, excuse me,” He speaks through your dying laughter.

With his arm resting behind you, you're naturally leaning into his side. The calm of the night and having him so close has a warm feeling settling in your chest, so much so that it's hard to contain the smile that has spread onto your features. Sitting in comfortable silence and watching the city below and it doesn't feel weird.

Content with just being around him and that's something you've never felt before. Whether or not he was feeling it too was lost on you, his focus on moving the blunt to and from his lips, a cloud of smoke forming above your heads.

“You see that greenish building?” You're pointing a little ways ahead of you. He has to lean forward and squint to see what you're referring to but nods once he spots it. “That's my middle school,” Punctuating your words with a grin up at him.

His fingers move to flick his scraps into the window, his body moving closer to you now that his focus wasn't split. “What was Middle School Yn like?” His free hand fidgets with the pebbles on the other side of his body, the other resting over your shoulder.

“Middle School Yn?” You repeat with a laugh, head tilting to the side as you're brought back to what you were like in middle school. Nothing like how you've turned out. “She was... different?” You're laughing again, planning on leaving it at that.

But, he's got this expectant look on his face, waiting for you to go on. So you do. “I kept to myself mostly, didn't have many friends. Not nearly as confident as I am now. I read a lot and did my homework. That's it,” He doesn't seem shocked or even surprised by the fact that you weren't always this popular magazine cut-out creation of yourself.

He doesn't even bat an eye, simply nodding at your words. “So you were a little nerdy?” His words don't come out in the rude unconvinced way that you've heard before when showing your past yearbooks. It's more like he's trying to get an image of what you looked like back than despite anything else.

“You could say that,” He's nodding, brushing the dirt from his hands. “Cute. Middle School me would've had the biggest crush on you.” Hoseok speaks as if it's just another fact like his words don't have a flutter shooting through your chest.

And with how sure he was that you two would've hit it off in middle school, you can't help but become curious. “What were you like back then?” You try to picture what a younger version of him would look like. How he'd act. Probably still cool, unbothered by most things that would usually send kids into a rage.

Your imagination doesn't get too far before he's answering. “I was a bit of a hothead... always wanted to fight someone. I was sensitive and emotional, so I argued a lot with whoever. I had a ton of friends, though. But looking, they were probably just afraid of not being my friend.” He laughs so you offer up a small giggle.

Your hand had been mindlessly resting on his thigh before, fingers tracing patterns into the fabric of his jeans as he speaks. “So why do you think you'd have a crush on me?” From the way he described himself, it seemed like you two wouldn't even sit by each other – let alone be close enough that he'd develop a crush.

He's shrugging at your words, an action that you've quickly realized is his favorite. A way to give off nonchalance, but looking close enough it's not hard to detect the light blush that dusts over his cheeks. “You said you were quiet. I think I would've liked being around you. Listening to you talk... like now,” His arm drops from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, using his grip to pull you closer to him.

“Think if I met you then or now, I'd still be into the way you smile... or the pretty way you roll your eyes when you're trying to act annoyed. And yeah, just you.” His hand reaches for yours in his lap, loosely twisting your fingers with his. “Any version of me would like you,” It's so soft, you're not sure if that last part was meant for you to hear.

His eyes are focused out in front of you, not even slightly looking like someone that just confessed. So you ignore it, summing it up as a slip of the tongue. You don't comment, but that doesn't stop the butterflies from taking over your stomach.

All at once, you're being met with the undeniable urge to kiss him. Just to see what it feels like. Throw out the self-proclaimed challenge you set for yourself because Arya was probably wrong. You've spent the entire night with the guy, he cheered you on from the crowd, brought you to his spot, and now this... unconscious confession. The fact that he liked you was on his mind so much that he was saying it without even realizing it.

You found it extremely hard to think someone like that would have the wrap sheet he was given. Or, maybe he did in the past... but with you it was different. Why else would he take you here, invite you into his space and talk to you the way that he has if it wasn't anything different? Right?

Right.

So before you can talk yourself out of it, you're tilting your head to the side to face him. “It's pretty here, huh?” Voice much softer now, you've taken control of the fiddling of fingers. Twisting yours around him and occasionally brushing your nails against his skin. It's subtle enough to be taken lightly but just enough to leave his skin tingling.

He's quick to pick up on your change of demeanor, brows raising in slight surprise, but he doesn't say anything. In fact, he's following your lead, leaning his body in closer to yours. “Mhm. Quiet too, nobody really comes over here,” His fingers tug at the belt loops in your jeans, tongue pushing out to wet his lips.

“That's good,” Your breath brushes against his lips as you speak, eyes dropping to his lips. He doesn't say anything else, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp just so he can spread his palm on the side of your neck. And then his lips are crashing down onto yours, hand holding your head in place.

Hoseok kisses you slowly at first, mouth molding with yours. But it's not long before he's brushing his tongue over your lips, testing the waters before he's plunging in. Fingers pressed into his jeans, you try to keep your head from spinning as his tongue pushes against yours. He tastes earthy... but a little sweet. It's intoxicating.

With two hands planted firmly on your hips, he's easily lifting you onto his lap. The movement so fast it's forcing you to break the kiss, a squealed laugh breaking the kiss. Which he meets with a wide grin, reaching to push your hair from your face. Slowly, he drags the tips of his fingers over your jawline, until he's holding your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I really like your lips,” He says through a groan, leaning in to cover your mouth with his once more. Hands dropping to cover the curve of your ass, pushing your body further up on his lap so your hips collide. You can feel his half-hard cock pressed against your thigh and it takes everything in you not to grind your hips forward.

The feeling of his cool hands slipping underneath your sweater has a shiver running down your spine. Body reacting to the way his fingers climb up your skin, grazing over the underwire of your bra. His teeth tug at your lower lip and you feel the twitch of his cock hardening as his hands slide underneath.

Your slow with pulling back, not fully wanting to pull away – but knowing if you didn't stop now you wouldn't be able to convince yourself later on. It's cute, though, the way his lips chase yours as you put distance between the two of you. When he's not tasting the peach of your lip gloss, his eyes flutter open.

Two large hands resting over your breasts, cheeks matching the color of his eyes. “You don't want to?” He looks genuinely confused, like someone not wanting to sleep with him right away was some foreign concept. Still, he's pulling his hands from the inside of your shirt, resting them behind him.

“Not yet,” He nods, glossy lips spreading into a smile. “Okay,” He leans up to press a reassuring kiss to your nose before he's sliding you off of his lap. And then, without missing a beat he's saying. “I bet I can name more constellations than you,” Completely wiping away any possibility of an awkward moment rising.

Challenging you with a smirk on his face and the comfortable atmosphere you had been in before is quickly returning. “Yeah, okay.” He's stretched out on the ground so he can look at the sky properly and you're quick to lower yourself beside him.

And just like that, you're pointing out clusters of stars, laughing at the ridiculous names that you come up with. Your head pressed to his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you. You don't even notice as the hours tick by.

— you’re just his type. so it’s no surprise when all of his time and effort goes into making you his. though, they’ve always said… you only want it because you can’t have it.

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