#like you can kinda tell it wasn’t just banter since he kept fucking going
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bro kyo fucking hates basil goddamn
#editing my tags to expand now that I’m home#twitter ppl are all like ‘so you guys want trash talk but when it’s someone you like it’s bad??????’ or whatever#the thing is#it was unreciprocated#and after every fucking game#like 1) drop it#2) the other team and more importantly the dude you’re targeting is not into it#you’re kind of harassing the guy#for no particular reason???#because afaik the two don’t really interact at all#so there really shouldn’t be bad blood there but there is for some reason#like you can kinda tell it wasn’t just banter since he kept fucking going#and only towards basil not the rest of the team#just kind of weird#obsessive
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hi! can i request frank meeting his soulmate in a trial for the first time? ofc survivor soulmate. female preferably! i love your frank sm
fuck you *writes an entire fic of this idea because frank morrison supremacy AND AAAAAA CUTE*
❝ 𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓. ❞
Frank Morrison x Fem! Survivor Reader.
— The concept of soulmates never interested Frank, but now that he’s found you under these circumstances you’ve got his full attention.
‼️tws;; brief mentions of violence (srry ur friends get clapped), meg. ‼️
The fire at the center of the camp crackled softly with the only other source of sound coming from the other two lively killers interacting with one another. The Legion keeping to themselves sitting farther from the banter from across the flames.
Everyone was tired, but nobody could sleep. The other three kept themselves on their toes in case it was time for one of their trials, Frank still tried to settle despite the rough conditions the group had been tossed in.
Another killer had left since it was time for their trial, leaving the antsy few to sit down until they came back.
Joey had sat down next to Frank, leaving Julie and Susie to themselves since he had so real interest in the girls’ conversations.
With the masks on Frank could tell the other man had something on his mind, it wasn’t hard to tell.
❝ You’re in pretty deep thought over there man. Barely said a word in like what.. Maybe a day in this realm’s terms? Talk about it. ”
The rest of the Legion was fond of Frank’s bluntness, he didn’t want secrets being held unless they shouldn’t be discussed to begin with.
“ You ever think about what your soulmate is doing ? We don’t know how long we’ve been her or how much longer we’ll still be here. What if we’ve missed out on meeting them already ? Kinda sad when you really think about it..”
Frank didn’t believe in soulmates, nor did he care for the idea. He didn’t need another person, he could be happy on his own.
“ So ? Who cares what a so-called ‘soulmate’ is potentially doing. ”
“ I care! I coulda’ been with em’ long ago, maybe– “
“ HAH! I bet’cha yours is probably a survivor you’ve killed before. ”
“ Man.. “
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Frank is running through the corn field trying to catch up to Meg, his legs feel like gelatin and his vision begins to become even more blurred than before.
He’s irritated that his frenzy had to be halted so suddenly, but he physically cannot move a second longer.
Hesitantly he sits between two of the lockers that stood side by side within the shack panting heavily, removing his mask and placing it to his left.
Most of the survivors were horribly injured with one of them already being sacrificed. He could let the last remaining three get a generator done before he gets back up, he wouldn’t take long to get back up again anyways.
“ Hey! You okay over here? ”
He hasn’t heard this voice before, yet there was an odd sense of familiarity in it’s tone.
You were peaking from the front doorway that exposed the fields, not a single scratch on your body. Frank’s eyes scanned you for a moment, discreetly hiding his mask behind him to ensure he didn’t alert you that he was what you needed to avoid.
He’s never even seen you before, however he wants to keep you here for as long as he can. He wants to hear you talk, to watch your look of worry fade into joy when he says something funny, he doesn’t even know your name yet he wishes to stay in your company for an eternity.
“ Oh, M’Fine. What about you ? ”
“ Trying to find everyone else.. I don’t know who’s still standing and who isn’t. Probably not safe to stay in here though, the killer could get us if we stay too long. Can you stand ? ”
You’re considerate. You’ve never met him a day in your life but you look into his eyes with sincerity — your hand reached out to grab his. Frank kicked the mask under a small gathering of hay from where he was sat. He could go undercover just this once.
The way you spoke gave him goosebumps and left and unfamiliar fluttering feeling in his core. Still in such a horrifying situation you were still cracking a joke or two that followed with care whenever he’d so much as stumble on a pebble whilst walking over to where a generator was located.
It felt.. creepy watching you work on generators with his excuse being that he’d ‘keep watch’ in case the killer came so he wouldn’t blow up your progress. Naturally he would’ve killed someone on the spot if he found them repairing like you were doing, but he didn’t want to harm you. Instead you are left unharmed.
Felix limped into the rustic home that sat next to the both of you, Frank had noticed before you.
“ Sit tight for a minute, I think someone’s inside the house. I’ll go in and see if they need any help. ”
You give a nod of understanding and Frank runs inside. He had full intentions of getting rid of your teammate, but he had to do so in a manner that wouldn’t incriminate him.
You could hear the two men screaming from the inside of the home, frozen with fear you didn’t know how to respond. Frank bolted out from the back door and in your direction, grabbing your hand and rushing you over to the tree where the animals were strung.
“ The killer was in there. I got away but he killed the other guy that was in there that I tried to help.. Needed to get you away from there. ”
God lying to you this way made his stomach churn, but he wants to try and remain as close as he can until this all ends. Your brief expression of fear makes his heart ache, would you look at him that way if you found out what what really happening?
All potential what-ifs that had began to plague Frank’s mind were cut off by the sudden sensation of your arms wrapped around his torso.
“ Even though you couldn’t save whoever was there, you still went back for me so that I could be safe.. That’s really cool of you to do. ”
Your words of praise rang through his mind like the sweetest melody, your embrace felt like what could only be described as heavenly. Shyly wrapping his arm around your waist with the other reaching up to place his hand on the back of your head.
A moment of silence had passed, the two of your still standing engulfed in the warmth of one another — this feeling of familiarity that you felt around this unknown man became stronger, hopefully he wouldn’t notice the way your cheeks warmed when he placed the hand that was on your waist onto your face.
You were incredibly stunning, even with your hair disheveled from the running, beads of sweat rolling down your temples because of the heat, your [e/c] eyes still looking deeply into his dark brown ones.
“ Should’ve told you this earlier but my name’s Frank by the way. ”
The two of you let out soft giggles from the late introduction,
“ [y/n]. My name’s [y/n]. ”
“ Pretty name for a pretty girl. ”
You swat at his shoulder causing him to let out a deeper chuckle, your moment of bliss interrupted by the gate beeping next to the both of you.
Frank’s heart sunk, he can’t leave with you. This is where everything crumbles and you’re never going to interact with him again after this.
All he can do is silently watch you pull down on the lever until the exit fully opens, he’s afraid, what does he do? run away? try and follow you out? what does he—
“ [Y/N]! GET AWAY FROM HIM! ”
Fuck. He should have kept chasing Meg at the beginning.
“ What ? Why ? Frank’s with us. ”
“ [y/n] please! He was going to kill me, he already got Felix and Vittorio you need to get away from him! ”
Frank doesn’t say a word nor does he make eye contact with you. His back is still facing Meg, he’s fighting every urge to snap back and kill her right where she is. But instead lets her bolt past him to grab your arm to lead you out the gate you had just opened.
You struggle with her for a moment whilst screaming at her to leave without you to which she hesitantly does. Leaving you with Frank once again.
The brunette still refuses to make eye contact with you, he silently waits for you so shout some kind of obscenity at him out of anger but instead,
“ Y’know if I can come see you after I walk out this gate ? ”
“ Wh- What ? ”
“ Well? ”
“ I- Well um- There’s a path from where the uh.. killers are that leads to where you guys are? We can’t kill ya’ but— “
“ I don’t know that path so swing by, I’ll keep an eye out for you. ”
You give him a smile and a little wave of your pinky and run out through the gate, Frank’s eyes never leaving you until that same familiar fog clouds his vision and disperses to have him back at the campfire.
“ Oh hey— “
“ What do you think about the possibility of your.. ‘soulmate’ being here. In this realm or whatever it is. ”
“ What’s with this sudden interest with soulmates now ? What happened in that trial man? ”
“ Just answer the damn question Joey. ”
Frank can hardly take his friend’s prodding to hear what sparked his sudden interest, bolting up to make his way to where your camp is located so he can see you again.
His mask is on this time, but he’ll take it off just so you can tell it’s him.
He can already see you from the small clearing in the trees looking around for him, to which you spot immediately.
That same beautiful smile on your face as you hop up from your seat to walk to where he was posted.
How much time can he be given now to waste with just you and nobody else.
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FRANK HAS MESSY BROWN HAIR IDC IM RIGHT RAGHHHHHHH
it’s literally 3am & i got class in the morning but anything for my bbgs who also love frank🤭
#dbd imagines#frank morrison x reader#dbd x reader#legion x reader#the legion x reader#slasher imagines#slashers x reader
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I went down the rabbit hole of your asks about Q and K and dtkq in general and I have thoughts: DTKQ was never real
I have been around in the dream fandom since end 2019 so pre literally all of these friendships (except dteam of course) and from the word go I always got the impression quackity didn’t like Dream not even neutral but just didn’t like him they did one stream together and never again I don’t think he favors Sapnap in anyway either he talks about Sapnap like he’s a fucking caveman and only tolerated them bc of George and some weird fan created fiancés lore that he like kinda keeps to but like doesn’t fuck w outside of the lore streams and even then he said before that dteam+k are “work friends” to him not on the same level as his irl friends. When Q was still activly hanging with people like mizkif after everything he’s said about Dream and I’m pretty sure to this day he still follows kace***on. so that solidified to me that dream and q aren’t and have never been friends bc why would you continue to follow someone actively harassing and doxing someone you claim is a friend Dream has never like off handedly talked about quackity either like I can’t think of a time Dream on his own told a funny story about being with or talking to quackity. And I think Karl god Karl is so sad to me bc I don’t mind him but he like so desperately wants his own trio like the dream team and wants his own duo like dnf so bad it’s so painfully pitiful to watch he’s like “creating” these groups and then he abandons them once he milks them dry or once they never pick up the way dnf and dteam do his closest thing to it was Karlnap but I really think Sapnap has pulled away from that recently he used to play into it a lot but he’s kinda pulled away and idk why they keep trying to resuscitate banter I need it to die like in theory it’s fun and could work but they never do it they give up after 4 episodes the 3 of them don’t have good chemistry together Sapnap and George can bounce off each other but then Karl has to be the center so Sapnap doesn’t bother half the time and George is trying to carry the weight but even he’s not into it the most popular and lively episode of banter had Dream and Dream hard carried that ep 💀 all in all I don’t think dtkq was ever real I don’t think q liked anyone but George and Karl and George doesn’t like not including his best friends Dream and Sapnap and Karl saw it as some like possible group and he himself even said that the only reason why dtkq content ever happened was bc he would force everyone to do something together and 1/2 the time Dream would just leave 1/3 of the way into any stream and most of the time Dream is q and ks punching bag anyway that pisses me off when they did content together and Dream just gets shit on. I think it sucks bc it looks like q and k were really into dtkq for content reasons and dteam wanted friends but I doubt we will see any content from 5/5 ever again (not that much existed to begin with) because quackity has isolated himself with his Spanish audience and even English and he’s all solo q Stan’s who hate everyone else and I think a lot of dteam Stan’s have not changed opinions as far as pos or neg but I think a lot have lost interest or don’t care much for Q and I see it starting w K as well they are gravitating toward sylvee and Hannah and back to Tommy now funnily enough but yeah people wrongfully assumed that 5/5 were close when I don’t think they are the fact that they were in LA for 2 weeks and quackity was there for most of that time and there wasn’t a peep of a meet up lmaoooo and like George spent most of the time doing nothing he had free time and didn’t go see him yeah yeah yeah tells me all I need to know sorry this is long I’ve kept this for far too long 💀
Hey thanks for the long input I love reading opinions from fans who've been here since the beginning 🙏
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tell us~~~~ ♥
Okokokok this is gonna be so long I’m sorry but just. I’m so fucking happy and don’t wanna forget any of this.
so I actually tried to cancel cause I was feeling so fucking sick right before we were supposed to meet for drinks (since I’m an IDIOT who’s been drinking since 7am but I digress) but he was already on his way so I ended up promising him only one hour of hanging out and then one hour turned into 3 and he was just. So fun to talk to. My form of flirting is just roasting and sarcasm and he matched my energy perfectly and he’s just so pretty. Really reminds me of Wessley from the Princess Bride tbh. Makes the mustache work for him for sure.
He kept making sure that I knew if my friends (my ride) left that he wasn’t going to be offended if I went with, and he didn’t want me to feel like I had to stay and talk and even offered to buy me an Uber home if I did end up staying later to talk with him.
But he definitely got a little drunker than he meant to which was really cute and he just kept telling me I was really pretty and some of my very drunk friends came over and low key embarrassed me by talking me up to him or winking at me in front of him while they left and he just. Unphased. Laughed it off, didn’t get pissy that we kept getting interrupted, introduced himself to my friends, etc. which was so nice.
At a couple points, he kept losing me in the bar and was immediately texting me like “where did you go?” And looking around all concerned even though I told him I’d be back and that was really cute and nice that he liked talking to me so much.
But my friends ended up all leaving and we stayed and talked and then he offered to Uber me home by adding a stop on his own Uber and then I realized I had left my car at my friends house so I had to go there. So I ended up taking him with me to pick up my car and then I was just gonna drive him home since I had not had a sip of alcohol for 8 hours.
And like I said, he was a little tipsier than he meant to be but not stumbling or anything or slurring, just buzzing and I made a joke about how he had to walk in a straight line before I’d let him in my car and we bantered and then he goes.
“Alright, but if I can walk in a straight line, I get a goodnight kiss” to which I agreed, thinking there was no way. And this fucking man tightrope walks right up to my personal space, leans down and kisses me.
Guys, I haven’t had a first kiss like that in a long long time. It was kinda funny cause I was so nervous that I tilted my head the same way as him and he had to readjust and then I didn’t know what was too much kiss or too little so I’m sure it was a little clumsy but I don’t think he cared cause I had to push him away gently otherwise I think we might’ve stood there for a long time like that.
It was just. So nice. He made a couple jokes on the car ride back to his place about how he “carried the kiss” and I needed to “step up my game” in response to me roasting him which was so embarrassing cause the first boy I ever kissed told me I was bad and I’ve been self conscious ever since but I could tell this man didn’t mean it and just liked getting under my skin.
He was a horrible navigator too but it was funny and we made it to his apartment just fine, and was joking like “I think you should be thanking me for such a wonderful night,” I was a little pouty about the kiss comments and told him apparently my kisses weren’t a good thank you and he just lifted his hand, palm up, and I made a joke like “what, you wanna shake hands?” And he went
“No I wanna do this,” GRABBED MY JAW AND PULLED ME INTO A KISS.
And this kiss was a little less sweet let me tell you. Little harder, little more tongue, I was still nervous as hell though so no full French action. But it was nice and long and easy and I couldn’t stop smiling.
He pulled away and made some teasing comment to which I replied “you’re such a jerk” then kissed him again very briefly, and told him to “get out of my car” (all teasingly) and he went “it seems like if I don’t you’ll kiss me again” and I refused, trying to stick to my guns and he goes “one more”, leans over my center console and his hand freaking circled my neck to hold me still while he kissed me again.
And then he seemed a little embarrassed and started apologizing for being tipsier than he meant to be and got out. And this dorky motherfucker GRINS at me, salutes me, and then ran inside his building.
I smiled and blushed the entire way home.
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Greenlight //
Pairing: Beomgyu x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut. Some Fluff, Male Receiving, Fem Receiving, Unprotected Sex.
Words: 2.7k+
Warnings: 18+ content.
Tagging: @hoehousenet @kdiarynet @chwe-yeeun @hoe2z @jayvoir @giveortake @lqsience @choijwiss @jisungismymom @rosiehoon
Beomgyu constantly flirts with you, while all you do is play hard to get. He likes you and you like him, but things have never progressed from there. So what happens when Beomgyu finally decides to take things to the next level? Are you willing to give him the green light or not?
Your close friend Jay had invited you over to his place to play some video games. You both had been at it for hours and decided to take a small break before continuing. While taking said break, Jay ended up falling asleep in his chair, leaving you sitting around in his room awkwardly with nothing to do. Now that your mind wasn't focused on your games, you realised how thirsty were. Not wanting to wake Jay, you left his room and ventured towards the kitchen. You had no idea where anything was. All you needed was one glass. If you tried, you figured it wouldn't be that hard to find. So you looked around in the cupboards, eyes brightening when you finally found them. You had to reach up on your tippy toes, but even then, your fingers barely grazed over the glasses. And then, out of nowhere, you felt someone push you into the counter from behind, reaching up over your head to easily retrieve a glass. It didn't take you long to realise who the sneaky being was.
It was Beomgyu. Jay's roommate. You didn't know much about him other than the fact that he was a shameless flirt who sat at home all day doing god knows what in his room. He was always holed up in there and the only time he'd come out is if he needed something from the kitchen or if you'd come over.
Beomgyu loved teasing you. It was fun and he enjoyed the playful banters you both engaged in. Beomgyu was into you and he hadn't hesitated to let you know. You were totally his type, confident and cool. In your eyes, Beomgyu was a pretty decent individual. He looked good and was fun to be around, though you acted like he was a pain in the ass. But he was your friend's roommate and you still didn't know him well enough to really be able to initiate anything with him. Plus you knew that Jay would always 'forbid' it, not wanting to potentially end up becoming a third wheel between you both.
"You didn't even tell me you were coming around.", Beomgyu pouted, filling the glass he'd taken for you with water. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "I thought jay might've let you know. Besides, it’s not like I have your number or anything."
Beomgyu took a sip from the glass before passing it to you. You grimaced but chugged the water down nonetheless. "We could take care of that don't you think?", he said, raising his brow indicatively. You set the glass down on the counter behind you. "Nope. I don't think so. I've reached the geezer limit in my contact list. There's no space for your number."
Beomgyu was the one to let out an amused scoff at your comment this time. "Geezer limit.", he repeated, smiling to himself at the minor insult. "Well that's a bummer." he frowned and bit the inside of his lip. "Wanna go to my room?"
You laughed airily at his proposition. Way to change the topic. Props to him for that. Pushing yourself off the counter, you walked past him and went back down the hall. "Hurry up before I change my mind.", you called, entering his bedroom which was the one opposite to Jay's. He walked in behind you, shutting the door behind himself. You raised a brow at this.
"Why'd you close the door?"
Beomgyu grinned, turning the lock while he was at it. "No reason. Why? Does it make you nervous?"
You knew what he was doing. Unfortunately for him, you weren't going to give in so soon. Shaking your head, you plopped down on his bed. "I'm fine with it. I just thought you'd have a hard time controlling yourself, nothing else."
Beomgyu smirked at your words and stood against the wall. "Don't worry about me y/n. You aren't only girl I've had in here behind closed doors."
You wouldn't lie, his retort had you impressed. He was a natural flirt. You admired that. It was an attractive characteristic in your opinion.
"Oh really? Is that so? You wouldn't mind telling me a bit about them would you then?"
Beomgyu gestured for you to move over as he came and took a seat beside you. You scooted up his bed, leaning against his headboard. Beomgyu laid down before you, propping himself up on his elbow. "Firstly, I'd like to say that none of them have ever been as hot as you."
He was sucking up to you. Smiling at his compliment, you motioned for him to continue. "Secondly, I'm no narcissist, but I've never gotten a bad review once. They always enjoy how I make them feel. They thrive in it and hope that it never comes to an end. So I guess it kinda sucks for them considering I'm a one time over type of guy."
You snickered to yourself. "So what you're telling me, is that you're basically a sex god?"
Beomgyu nodded triumphantly. "I try to be humble about it, so you didn't hear that from me okay?"
You gave him a thumbs up, pretending to seal your lips. It was quiet between you two for a while. You just stared at each other, small smiles on your faces. Beomgyu seemed to be thinking about something. You could tell by the way his eyes kept wavering between your own. "Wanna fuck?"
Your smile fell, eyes widening in disbelief. You couldn't believe he'd just said that. You gasped, face heating up at the bluntness of his words. The way he'd said it, as if he were simply asking you to help him do his laundry or something had caught you off guard. He was so straightforward and for what?
"Just say yes or no. I won't start anything if you don't want to. We can just, do something else if that's the case.", he assured you, not a sign of panic or regret in his expression. His calmness made you feel like you were overreacting. Why couldn't you be so nonchalant like him. He made it seem so easy. You envied that. Beomgyu laughed at your flustered state and sat up. "Why so shy princess? Don't wanna be bitchy now?"
Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. He was on fire today. Never once had you felt so timid because of him. And now that you were, you had no clue what to do. Beomgyu shifted over to you, trapping you between himself and the headboard. He tossed the pillow on your lap to the side and replaced it with his hand. You could've escaped from the side, but you didn't. You were lowkey eager to see what he did next. "Tell me what you want y/n. I swear your wish is my command."
Beomgyu's voice was laced with desire. He was so close to getting what he wanted. All you had to do was give him the green light.
You refused to look at him. You felt so vulnerable and you couldn't even think straight because of his proximity. "Look at me princess. Give me an answer.", he urged, squeezing your thigh gently. A soft moan escaped you at his touch. Beomgyu smirked and trailed his hands higher up your thigh. He leaned into you, lips ghosting over your ear. "Yes or no y/n? We haven't got all day. Jay's gonna wake up any time now so if you want this, just say yes."
You placed your hand atop his, taking a deep breath. "I don't know Beomgyu. Jay wouldn't like it." you could barely form coherent words. Beomgyu hummed, displeased. He twirled your hair around his finger. "I didn't ask about Jay though, did I? I want to know what you want." You wanted to say yes, but you were nervous. The tension between you both was only now making you realise just how much you were attracted to him. So much that you were certain you had feelings for him. Since you'd never given much thought to it, it had never occurred to you before. But now you were afraid he didn't feel the same way. Yes, he had admitted that he liked you, but you weren't sure if he was being serious or simply joking around like he always did with you. Maybe he just wanted to get in your pants. After all, he was the one who said it would only be a one time thing. Now that was something you didn't want.
"Talk me through whatever's going on in your mind right now. Maybe I can help you out.", he suggested. He didn't sound impatient. He was willing to give you time even though that contradicted what he'd previously said to you, and you appreciated that. It helped you calm down a bit. You shrugged. "I'm not sure Beomgyu. I think I like you. but I don't know if that's just because of the way you're talking to me right now or if its because I haven't thought about it before. I'm confused."
Beomgyu laughed softly. He nodded and tucked your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek. He made you look at him. "I like you too y/n. And I know I've told you this before, but I'll tell you again. I'm not just saying this so that you'll have sex with me. I genuinely really want to be with you. Its kinda cheesy coming from me, but its true.", he admitted, laughing at his own words. It was a complete 180 from his usual flirtatious self. His eyes were sincere.
You nodded, unable to contain your smile. This was such an odd moment for you both. You'd never confessed to someone in such a heartfelt manner ever before and neither had Beomgyu. "Well isn't this cute.", he commented, giving you a smile you'd never seen before. He was happy, as were you. "So," you began, trailing a finger up his arm. Beomgyu's eyes followed your hand. He bit his lip, containing his smile. "You wanna get on with it?"
Both of you tried your best not to laugh. "Tell me Beomgyu. Yes or no? I swear I won't do anything if you say no." you mimicked his words. Beomgyu broke into a smile, crashing his lips onto yours cheerfully.
Humming against his mouth, you threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down on you. Beomgyu melted into your body, kissing you earnestly. His hand slipped up your shirt, resting at your side. His touch was enticing. You found yourself guiding his hand upward, placing it on the curve of your breast instead. Beomgyu smiled against your lips, pulling away from you to place wet kisses on your neck and jaw. His thumb brushed over your nipple, feeling it harden underneath the material of your bra. You let out breathy moans, turning your neck to the side to give him more space. Beomgyu swiftly popped open your bra's hook, pushing his hand underneath the garment. He squeezed your breast, just as he had your thigh, groaning as your back arched against his body.
Beomgyu sat up, peeling his shirt off and tossed it to the side. You did the same, discarding your bra along with it. Beomgyu smirked as he took in the sight of your bare upper body, licking his lips in anticipation. He'd always found you hot, but you were really exceeding his expectations now. Starting to get impatient with his intense and shameless stares, you pushed him down on the mattress and straddled his lap. Beomgyu's hands shot to your thighs as you leaned down to kiss his neck. You ran your tongue over his shoulder blades, grinding your hips down on his crotch. His palms kneaded the skin of your thighs, breaths getting heavier and heavier as your kisses got more proactive. You could feel his member hardening underneath you, the sensation making wetness pool into your panties. You began kissing down his chest, looking up at him from your lashes. He was loving the sight. It was sexier than anything he'd ever imagined before. You tugged his pants and boxers down in one quick motion gasping at the size of his length. Beomgyu whined, kicking his pants onto the floor.
You took his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly. Beomgyu bit his lip, watching you with keen eyes. You circled your thumb over his tip, leaning down to press a soft kiss on it. Beomgyu sucked in a breath. Licking his tip, you wrapped your lips around him, running your tongue over his cock. He balled his fists, not wanting to interfere. Taking more of his length in your mouth, you began bobbing your head, not too slow, but not too fast. He cursed under his breath. Gosh if felt so good. He could tell you knew what you were doing and he was glad that you did it well. "Fuck, princess, it feels so nice.", he praised, trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth. He swore he was going to cum if you kept it up. You unexpectedly released his cock, pumping it as you signally for him to get up. "If you wanna finish you've gotta return the favour baby boy."
Beomgyu growled at the nickname. "That's so fucking hot of you.", he murmured, pushing you down on your back. "Say no more mommy." he ripped your pants off of you, tugging your panties down your legs soon after. Settling between your legs, he pried your thighs apart, marvelling at the sight in front of him. He licked a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the sweet taste on his tongue. Without wasting a second, he dove into your folds, wrapping his lips around your clit. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at his roots every time his teeth grazed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. His tongue felt so amazing. He hadn't been lying when he said he was good at what he did. Beomgyu pushed two fingers into your needy hole, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace. His tongue flicked at your clit ravenously. He'd been dreaming about this for months.
"Fuck, Gyu- I'm gonna cum.", you warned after a while, moaning loudly thereafter. Beomgyu reluctantly rose from your cunt and wiped your arousal off his chin. "Not so soon princess. You're gonna finish on my cock.", he seethed, rubbing his tip along your slit. You spread your legs wider, eyes screwing shut as he pushed himself into you. "You're so fucking tight.", he muttered, bucking his hips into you. He'd barely started yet he was hitting all the right places. He hovered over your body, jaw clenched in concentration. Your needy moans only encouraged him to fuck you harder. "Oh my god Beomgyu!", you exclaimed, holding onto his shoulders. "You feel so good princess.", he groaned, raising your knee to your chest, he pushed his cock deeper into you. He could tell you were close. Luckily, so was he. He continued slamming his cock into your walls, wanting nothing more than to see your face as you came undone over his cock. And then, you finally did.
He felt your walls clench around his cock. Your back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashed over you. Your fingers dug into his skin as your basked in the pleasure he gave you. The sight itself set him off, making his cock twitch inside you. Beomgyu was quick to pull out of you, emptying his cum over your pussy and thighs instead. It was a mesmerising sight. "Well that was certainly a nice way to inaugurate our relationship wasn't it?" Beomgyu concluded. He fell next to you, pulling you into his side as he draped the covers over your naked body. You smiled and kissed his cheek, wrapping an arm around his waist.
You heard a knock on the door, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat. It was Jay. "If you guys are done I just wanted to let y/n know that we've got a tournament in five minutes."
#beomgyu smut#beomgyu scenarios#beomgyu imagines#txt smut#txt scenarios#txt imagines#kpop smut#beomgyu x reader#txt x reader#txt beomgyu#hoehousenet#kdiarynet#tomorrow x together smut
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Hello good sir.
Please rant to me about avian hybrid/ Lion hybrid/ enderman hybrid c!Niki headcanons and au's. I NEED MORE of your c!niki banter cs I have already read your fics 3times over and over again.
SHJHJSHJSHJSHJSH GIVE ME GENDER EUPHORIA AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE
i'll give some hcs for each
Avian Niki
niki is either a crow hybrid or an angel hybrid. on one hand crow niki is funny to me on the other hand badass angel
her feathers, ironically, stay white during her 'villain' arc because yaknow symbolism
when she was going out with puffy, she'd let puffy preen them
because she was the only other winged hybrid, quackity trusted her to preen his own wings
in return he preened hers while she was in jail
she used to fly with puffy because love <3
during her isolation arc, she takes out feathers as an unhealthy coping mechanism, reasoning to herself that there's no need to preen if she doesn't have any feathers left (yes it's morbid)
eventually tho she just. doesnt even wear clothes for her wings
she just hides them underneath, which is of course VERY uncomfortable
they get worse and worse and ache more and more and she wants to fly so badly but she can't unless she preens them and she can't because she just can't!
when she joins the syndicate, the first thing phil says during their second meeting is: "hey niki didn't you have wings? what happened to them?"
his voice is tinged with sympathy; he knows what it's like to not be able to fly
she freezes, just stops moving, then starts to cry
phil is worried he's done something wrong, but then she reveals that she's kept her wings hidden under wil's coat and cloak all that time (note the symbolism)
he immediately is like "what the FUCK" when he sees them because there are feathers falling when it's not even shedding season yet?? also there are a few in places they shouldn't be at all? there are some fucking missing?????
long story short it takes multiple hours to get them back in place
niki passes out during it because it's been so long since she hasn't been in constant pain
when she wakes up, phil insists on keeping her there to preen her wings
also the syndicate has a long discussion about what happened and they promise each other and themselves to help her get better
Lion Hybrid Niki
she purrs end tweet
no but seriously this girl will purr to end and back
she purrs louder than ranboo which is SAYING something
she loves the scritchy scratches behind the ears. like REALLY loves 'em. she'll just- once you give her scritches she just. surrenders and leans into it. her purring sounds like a fucking jet plane when she gets the scritchies
she can roar, she only uses it to intimidate people tho
her self-worth is just. deeper than bedrock. she has no self-worth
she and puffy are working on it but she still... needs help
sometimes she gets phantom pain from her declawed fingers. she's found out it hurts less when she massages it, but she can't actually reach it, so she asks puffy to do it, and puffy can't help but feel guilty each time she sees the stumps
also niki hates getting her nails trimmed. like HATES it. even if she doesn't want them growing as long as they did before, the idea of something sharp near her fingers after what happened just makes her blanch
eventually tho she does have to do it
she hugs puffy while ant cuts her nails, and puffy whispers sweet, reassuring comments to her.
like
"you're doing so good. i'm so proud of you" and "we're almost there. you okay? we're gonna get through this."
sometimes tho niki just.. can't handle it. but she doesn't want to disappoint puffy either so she tries to just get through it anyways.
puffy notices her discomfort and asks her if she wants to stop. niki hesitates before nodding.
"niki, you being comfortable is so much more important than this. we can do it tomorrow, okay?"
Enderman Hybrid Niki
makes littol enderman noises. sometimes when she's stressed, sometimes just idly, sometimes when she's happy!
she has a tail because how can i not give her one
also she has pawsies and hands like magpiebur by @/nightferns (BECAUSE I LOVE THE WAY THEY DRAW WILBUR'S PAWWWS)
can withstand water a little better than ranboo, being more human than him
it still burns though
she just has higher pain tolerance lul
also can touch snow unlike ranboo because she's half human, half enderman
her ears and tail twitch whenever she's anxious
didn't really like eye contact, and the l'manbergians respected that (esp eret who didnt like people staring at their eyes either) until schlatt came along and basically forced it, so she kinda forced herself to do it from then on
unlike ranboo however, she doesnt go into enderwalk. she actually hasn't got an enderwalk because ranboo got it from nervous habit and it 'evolved' from there (my hc anyway), she instead literally gets hurt
like it hurts her to make eye contact
ranboo sees that she makes eye contact despite being an enderman hybrid and is like: "...HOW???"
she's just like "oh i force myself to do it lul. cause everyone expects me to anyways. it hurts after a while but its fine"
he just goes completely silent after that, then tells phil and techno at the syndicate meeting (while niki is admiring steve) not to hold eye contact w/niki because it hurts her
techno: "HEHH??? she seemed fine when i visited her!!"
ranboo: "yeah she's been hiding it this whole time because society expects her to do it."
techno, an adhd fella: "..phil where are the adoption papers-"
niki's confused by the end. why did nobody look at her? why did nobody maintain eye contact with her??? did they not like her?
but at the end phil explains that they thought that because she was an enderman hybrid she wouldn't like it (they're lying to not throw ranboo under the bus)
niki just stares, then starts to cry because holy Shit they are so nice
"nIKI NO YOU'RE BURNING-"
used to bite her tail as a way of self-harm. techno was VERY concerned when he saw the bite marks, but niki just lied and said that it was a dog attack
he knows for a fact it wasn't a dog because he's been bitten and his furniture has bites and it didnt look like that
more like that One Time when Ranboo bit him while he was in his enderwalk state
cue him connecting the dots and being like "...WAIT"
niki also really likes blocks. like we all know her city is weird in some parts because it's built with different blocks, signifying niki's jumbled up mind while planning to kill tommy. but in the enderman hybrid niki hc, its also partly because blocks feel nice and she wanted to feel different ones
her tail curls around the legs of people she likes. so far, it's gone around: wilbur, tommy n tubbo (those two specifically during pogtopia), fundy, eret, puffy and the rest of the syndicate
whenever puffy made her flustered she'd blush either green or pink. no inbetween. puffy was very confused and thought niki was disgusted by her at first and was all :(( before niki explained her wack biology
that's all i got for now im afraid!
#fei tag#ask#niki nihachu#niki nihachu headcanons#nihachu headcanons#dsmp headcanons#ranboo#philza#techno#the syndicate#captain puffy#puffychu
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How do you feel about #19 with a racer or mafia!Hawks? I feel like rivalry would be a nice touch 😌 (doesn't have to be AU, I just threw that in there for fun!!) Gn reader pls <3 I love your work, keep it up!
-19. Hate Sex
- 18+
- Pairing: Racer!Hawks x GN!Reader
- Warnings: hate sex, kinda heavy degradation, keigo spits into the readers mouth once, rivalry, rough sex
- Word Count: 2491
-A/N: the way I was so excited to write this... also thanks anon!! i love the racer!bnha aus omg
“When they say ‘We are happy to award pro racer Hawks the golden medal as well as first place in the 2020 race’, I’ll be there to comfort you, Y/N.” Keigo winked, giving that stupid cocky smile he always pulled to the camera.
Y/N picked up their remote, turning off the TV with a “tch” sound. They crossed their arms, tossing the remote somewhere beside them on the couch.
They stood up, walking away from the TV with a huff. “First place my ass, I’ll mop the floor with you, birdboy.”
***
As Y/N walked around the garage, a familiar voice stopped them.
“Hey, Y/N,” Keigo stood up from his race car, looking at them. “Did ya see me on TV? How they were interviewing the golden medal winner early?” He chewed on a piece of gum, each pop made Y/N want to gut punch him.
Y/N sighed, turning to face him. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tweety.” Y/N said, rolling their eyes. “What makes you so sure you’re gonna win, anyways? You can’t even change your own tires,” Y/N pointed to the flat tire.
Keigo furrowed his brows, “I was getting to that.” he hushed, stepping in front of the tire, “Tire or not, I’m gonna win. And that’s more than friendly banter, Sweetheart. That’s a promise.” Keigo said, clicking his tongue.
Y/N rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. “I haven’t lost to you in years, what makes you so confident now?” They raised a brow.
“It’s the first time you and I are competing in nationals. Duh,” Keigo slung the towel he was cleaning with over his shoulder, “And... I’ve always kept my promises, haven’t I?”
Y/N brushed him off, turning back around. “Yeah, sure. We’ll just have to see. Won’t we?” They walked off, heading to where their own car was.
Keigo and Y/N had always been rivals. Since they were younger, Keigo has always been the cocky bastard he is now, though sometimes he was overconfident and easily lost, he always wanted to be better than Y/N was. Y/N didn’t know why this rivalry was held as long as it was, if they were to be honest, both Keigo and Y/N, they would be better off as friends. But since Keigo was always so smart-assy, Y/N kept the same energy.
Keigo would be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in Y/N. He always believed they were gorgeous, always thought they were absolutely breathtaking, but he couldn’t set aside his competitiveness to show it. More like he didn’t really know how to flirt, he only knew how to tease Y/N at any given moment and strive to be better than them at all times.
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“It’s getting pretty late, I’m gonna head out, Keigo. You and Y/N can lock up the garage when you’re done.” A young racer tossed Keigo the keys from his pocket, standing up from his crouched position.
“M’kay,” Keigo said, catching the keys. He placed them down on the table beside him, picking up a sticker to paste on his car. He and Y/N were putting on the finishing touches to their cars.
“Don’t stay here too late, don’t forget nationals are tomorrow.” The racer said, making his way to the door, “Good luck.”
“Good luck,” Keigo waved, glancing over to Y/N. Their car was their favorite color, something Keigo remembered from their childhood. And they looked so focused, making sure their car was aesthetically pleasing. “Looks nice, Y/N. It’ll look really nice beside your silver medal.”
Y/N paused. They looked up at him, tossing their towel onto the floor. “You know, you’re awfully cocky for second best.” They said.
Keigo hummed, walking over to them. He crouched in front of their face, tilting his head. “You’ve got dust on your face, stupid.” Keigo brushed their cheek with his thumb. Keigo’s gaze met theirs, their eyes shiny and soft as usual. Keigo’s thumb slowed as he looked over their face.
“...Did you get it off..?” They asked.
Keigo pulled his thumb away. “Yeah, you’re good.”
Y/N touched their cheek, “Thank you.”
“You know, you’re really pretty.” Keigo blurted out, standing up. He walked back over to his car, running his fingers over the sticker he’d just placed.
“What..?” Y/N looked up, furrowing their brows.
“Nothing, just said you were pretty. That’s all.”
“Do you... Do you think that’s gonna make me go easy on you tomorrow or something?” Y/N narrowed their eyes, standing up from their car.
Keigo turned to face them, crossing his “Damn, I just said you were pretty. Why get so defensive? You haven’t changed at all.” Keigo muttered the last part.
Y/N walked over to him slowly, tilting their head. “I haven’t changed at all? You’re one to talk. You’ve been a dick since we were kids!” Y/N crossed their arms, “You’ve always been a cocky bastard.”
“You could never take a joke.” Keigo raised his brows, leaning against the table with his tools and what not.
“You could never accept your loss.” Y/N retorted, mocking his stance.
“You know what..” he mumbled, walking over to her, “We’ll see tomorrow, won’t we?” he stood close to them, looking down at them, like he was sizing them up for intimidation.
Y/N looked up at him. It was all out of impulse, but Y/N pressed their lips against Keigo’s, arms wrapping around his neck. “I can’t fucking stand you.”
“I can’t stand you, either.” Keigo kissed back, his hands finding their hips. He pulled them closer, instantly dominating the kiss.
“Mm,” Keigo pulled away for a second, “Jump.” He said, moving his lips back onto theirs. They did as he said, feeling him place them onto the table. Keigo’s tongue ran across Y/N’s lips, waiting for them to part them to grant him access to explore their mouth.
Y/N parted their lips, hands going down to the ends of Keigo’s tank top. They tugged on the material, hinting for him to take it off.
Keigo pulled away, licking his lips. “No, wait,” he said, glancing over to the keys he’d forgotten about beside his car, “let’s go to my apartment, somewhere comfortable.” he told them, helping them off of the table.
Keigo locked up the garage like he was told to, leading Y/N to his car.
They didn’t know if it was the anticipation that made him drive like a bat out of hell, or if it was just the fact that he was so used to driving in a racecar that he mindlessly drove on the streets like it was a track.
When they got there, Keigo could barely even open the door. He finally unlocked it, pushing them into his apartment, nudging the door closed with his foot. His lips were instantly on theirs again, sliding their jacket off with swift movements as they stumbled into his bedroom.
Keigo sat down on the bed, pulling them between his legs. They pulled away from the kiss, Keigo’s fingers gently nudging their chin to have them make eye contact with him.
“Look at you..” Keigo muttered, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe against their neck, “I thought you couldn’t stand me, hm?” Keigo hummed, wrapping his lips around the skin.
Y/N closed their eyes, hands rested on his shoulders. “You said... You said you hated me, too.”
Keigo chuckled against the skin, pulling back to admire the bruise he’d created. “I never said I hate you. I don’t hate you,” Keigo kissed the bruise, tugging their shirt off of their body, “You’re just fucking annoying,” he licked over their hardened nipple, feeling them grip tighter on his shoulders, “See? Said you couldn’t stand me and now you’re all sensitive? Oh, make it make sense, baby.” Keigo teased, his fingers coming up to pinch the other neglected nipple.
“I’m not — fuck,” they were cut off by Keigo gripping their chin, tugging them down to his level.
“Not what? Not sensitive? Don’t make me laugh,” he said, biting down on his lip, “I believe you’ve always wanted this, hm? Wanted me to get so fucking irritated with you that I fuck you senseless, yeah?” Keigo stood up, their chin still firmly in his grasp, “just a fucking slut, aren’t you? it’d be so dissapointing if I just left you like this, wouldn’t it? Tell me how badly you want it. How badly you want me to rearrange those insides of yours..”
They looked up at him, nodding their head. “Please, Keigo. I want you to fuck me senseless. Take all your anger out on me..” They whispered.
“Yeah? Take these off.” Keigo tugged at the waistband of their pants, his hands fumbling with something in his bedside table. He looked back over to them, smiling. “Good..” he whispered, pulling them down to sit on the bed beside him, a new bottle of lube in his hands.
He kissed them again, his hand going between their legs. He popped open the lube bottle, spreading some of it on his two fingers. His hand fell between their legs again, his middle finger pressing against their hole, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
They made a noise against his lips, one of their hands coming down to grip onto his wrist, legs instantly parting for more when he sunk his finger into their heat.
Keigo hummed, pulling his lips away. “You’re so fucking tight..” he whispered against their lips, “I can’t wait to stretch you out... have you crying over my cock... wouldn’t you like that? Having your rival so, so deep inside of that slutty hole of yours...” Keigo’s lips trailed back down to their neck, tongue flicking over the bruises he’d left on their neck. “You’re just a little slut, aren’t you? I bet when I take that golden medal tomorrow, you wouldn’t even care, huh? Gonna be thinking about how I,” he sunk another finger into them, “Fucked you so good the night before. Can’t even respond? Fucked dumb already?”
Y/N bit down on their lip, nodding their head. They rocked their hips into his fingers, thighs already shaking from his simple movements.
“Look at you. You were getting on my nerves, acting like a bitch just twenty minutes ago,” Keigo gripped their chin again, “Open.” He said, watching them slowly part their lips for him. He spat into their mouth, looking down on them. “Swallow it all, slut.” he told them, speeding up his fingers.
“Fuck, Keigo..” they whispered, looking up at him, “I want you to do it already... Wanna feel the stretch..” They told him, looking down at his fingers as they disappeared inside of them, curling to press against their sensitive spot, then immediately sliding out over and over again.
Keigo pulled his fingers out of them, humming. “Yeah? Lean over on the bed, ass up.” he said, standing up from his seated position. He tugged down his boxers, grabbing that bottle of lube as they did what he said.
Keigo covered his cock in lube, his free hand coming to their hips. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked, pressing the head against their hole.
They nodded, rocking their hips back into them.
Keigo pushed himself inside of them, a sigh falling from his lips as he bottomed out. “You feel so fucking good,” he cursed, gripping at their hips to steady them.
They laid their head against the bed, eyes closing when they immediately moaned out his name. “Please... Please move..”
Keigo chuckled, rubbing his hand over the swell of their ass. “Please move? Aw... Does my slutty little bitch wanna get fucked that badly, hm?” he teased, starting out at a slow pace, watching his cock disappear inside of them.
Y/N moaned, hands gripping at the sheets, curses falling from their lips.
“Yeah? You fucking like it when I fuck you doggy like this? Good slut.. Lemme hear you scream my name.”
They got louder, hole already fluttering around his cock. It was so wrong, them fucking their rival, not even thinking twice about it when he kissed their lips. But damn it, they’d be lying if they said this wasn’t the hottest thing they’d ever experienced.
Keigo sped up his thrusts in return, grabbing a hold of their hair. He tugged it up, pulling them to sit up and press their back against his chest. “Can you feel that, baby? Can you feel your pretty little hole clenching around my cock? Is it because you wanna cum already? hm?” Keigo asked them. His pace was ruthless, each snap of his hips made his cock press against their sensitive button, their thighs trembling with every thrust.
They nodded, mouth fallen open from the pleasure. “Mhm, I wanna cum all over your cock..” they said, clenching their eyes shut.
Keigo pushed his two fingers into their mouth, smiling against the skin of their neck. “Yeah? You wanna fucking cum? Tell me who’s your number one first..” Keigo whispered.
Y/N shook their head, “Me,” they told him, hand coming down to their sex to push themselves into orgasm.
Keigo pushed away their hand, looking down at them. “Wrong,” he said, wrapping his hand around their neck, “Stupid. If you were number one, baby, you wouldn’t have to beg me to let you cum, now would you? And you know it’s true... You wanna know how I know you’re lying to me and yourself?” Keigo asked.
Y/N hummed, tongue swirling around his fingers. They loved the way Keigo’s warmth felt against them, loved how even though he was being ruthless, he still had a warm embrace around them.
“Cause... You haven’t came yet. I’m not a damn fool, Y/N. You’re listening to every single order I give you. Now I’ll ask one. More. Fucking. Time.” Each word was punctuated with a hard snap of his hips, “Who is number one, Y/N? We can drag this out all night, too. I’ll fuck you senseless for hours and not let you cum until the very end. Hell, I may even fuck you for hours and never let you cum. Who knows? Now answer the question.”
Y/N could feel tears brimming at their eyes. “You are... You’re my number one, Keigo..” they choked out, eyes rolling back.
Keigo smiled, that stupid cocky grin. “Good. Now cum for me.. make a fucking mess..” Keigo told them.
Immediately, their hole spamsmed around him, body going slumped in his arms as they came, damn near going feral over their orgasm.
Keigo bit down on his lip, continuing to move his hips into them until his thrusts went sloppy, cumming inside of them with a moan of their name.
After awhile, Keigo cleaned them up with a warm washcloth, his lips pressing against their cheek. “You were so good, you know?” he whispered to them, looking down at their half-lidded, tired eyes.
Keigo laid down beside them, pulling them into his embrace. “I guess you’re not as bad as i thought.”
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The one where Kevin Day falls in love with an ice hockey player.
Part 7
Night Lights
(TW: Awkward first dates with Andrew watching from a distance)
Anything included in this head canon takes place the semester after the Foxes won the championship against the Ravens.
Disclaimer: I know next to nothing about varsity teams in the United States so excuse any false information. Head over to the directory to find the previous parts.
Kevin knew that wherever they went in Palmetto, someone was bound to recognize either one or both of them. It didn’t matter where their date would take place, as long as people saw them.
He’d been to dates before. With Thea, after he left the Nest and whenever the two of them had time. It had been less than ideal. But, being the only experience that he had, Kevin used it as an example and booked a table at a restaurant.
It was obvious that Eric was hesitant about it but he agreed nonetheless.
“I think I might have a suit buried somewhere.”
Of course, he had to book two tables, seeing as Andrew and Neil would be joining them. He’d told Andrew that he didn’t need a fucking chaperone, but Andrew had ignored him completely.
Eric offered to pick Kevin up at the parking lot, half an hour before their reservation. Kevin had gone with the suit he’d worn at the last banquet, figuring this wasn’t something he should put too much thought or effort into.
Kevin realized, upon meeting with Eric in the parking lot, that he had had a different idea.
Suit brand new, hair brushed back, freshly shaved, the goaltender looked less like the jock he was and more like the proper date for someone like Kevin.
That thought made Kevin halt. Obviously, his ideal date would have been a woman. Obviously. He wasn’t even attracted to men.
“Come on Day, give me that one million-dollar smile all those fans of yours go crazy over,” Eric said and laughed as he opened the door so that Kevin could get in the car.
Kevin simply glared at him and got in the car. As Eric closed the door, Kevin watched Andrew and Neil heading over to the former’s Maserati.
“This is going to be a long night,” he muttered under his breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
The restaurant was packed, which made sense since it was Sunday night. Their tables weren’t as close to one another, which Kevin was grateful for. He sat down across from Eric an picked up his menu.
“Are you going to give me the silent treatment all night?” Eric asked once they’d ordered.
Kevin looked at him and put his hands down on the table. He found himself wishing he had the puck, which had proven to be quite useful as a stress reliever.
“We have nothing to say.”
“I thought you loved hearing yourself talk.”
Kevin narrowed his eyes at him, but decided to let it slide. He almost clenched his left hand again but Eric reached for it and stopped him.
“I told you not to do that.”
Kevin would have pulled away, but the warmth of it reminded him of their night practices, when Eric would take his hand and guide him forward on the ice.
He wasn’t sure if Andrew would come out of nowhere and use the table knife to stab Eric’s hand, but they’d made a new deal and Kevin hoped he would keep it.
“Day, relax. You are too tense. We are supposed to be on a date, no?”
“Why are you enjoying this?” Kevin finally asked as he stared at him, although he tried to not let his anger show.
Eric looked surprised by the question, but quickly shook it off with a shrug.
“I don’t care what people think, Day. They can make assumptions about me all they want. That’s on them. I just want to have a good time.”
He said it so casually, that Kevin was almost jealous of it.
“Are you-,”
“Gay?” Eric completed the sentence for him and then shrugged his shoulders a second time. “I don’t like labels. And I’ve never thought about it really. I’ve only ever dated girls but honestly, who knows?”
Kevin stared at him as if Eric was speaking a foreign language but said nothing else as their food arrived. Eric pulled his hand away; Kevin’s own almost instinctively reaching for it until he forced it to stop.
They ate in silence.
Eric shifted in his seat when they were done.
“I have an idea. But you’ll have to trust me.”
Kevin didn’t like the sound of that so he only arched an eyebrow at him.
“Look, no offense, but this is kinda boring and I want both of us to enjoy this. Plus, we may manage to get rid of your legal guardian over there,” Eric said as he glanced at the table where Neil and Andrew were at.
Kevin thought for a moment but nodded. They both insisted on paying but eventually settled with each of them paying for what they’d ordered.
Sneaking out of the restaurant without being seen was easier than expected, but perhaps it was because Neil and Andrew unexpectedly ended up having their own date, which kept Andrew occupied.
Eric wouldn’t tell Kevin where they were going, but Kevin was just glad to be out of there and not have Andrew on his back, watching them.
The building they stopped at was not enough on the outside to alert Kevin of what was waiting for him. Eric looked excited, which scared Kevin further as they made their way inside.
“Seriously? A public rink?”
Children yelling and laughing as they slid and fell across the ice, couples holding hands, groups of friends messing around, amatueurs holding onto the ledge. It was loud and busy.
Eric grinned at him. “I brought our skates just in case,” he said as he held up the duffel bag he’d taken from the trunk of his car.
The goaltender seemed to know his way around. He found them lockers after talking with some people he was quite friendly with and Kevin removed the blazer of his suit and the tie, shoving them inside, with no care whether they’ll get wrinkled.
Eric handed him his skates and as Kevin put them on, the other reached forward and undid a few buttons from Kevin’s shirt.
“It’s not ideal to skate in this but let’s make the most of it.”
People in and out of the rink instantly recognized them as they slid on the ice. Kevin told himself that that was the only reason Eric reached to take his hand again.
“Relax,” he whispered in his ear as he leaned closer to him. Feeling Eric’s warmth breath against his skin in an otherwise cold room made Kevin shudder.
He turned his head to look at him, but almost fell back at how close their faces were. Thankfully, he had practiced enough to keep his balance.
Eric smiled at him and then moved forward, taking Kevin with him. Kevin tried to dodge all the kids and anyone who was in their way. Some would come up to him on purpose, introducing themselves, saying they were big fans. Kevin gave them all his flashing press smile, saying he was glad to meet them, while still holding onto Eric’s hand.
“If you’d excuse us, we are on a date,” Eric eventually told yet another person who had approached them. Despite the words, the way he went about it reminded Kevin of how calm he was on the rink during games.
People mostly left them alone after that. Kevin was grateful for it. Sometimes, he got too lost in the persona, in the ‘who he was supposed to be’ that he lost the meaning of what he did.
Besides that, however, Kevin realized that he was genuinely having fun. The two of them would challenge each other as to who would skate a certain number of circles faster, and in the end, they’d banter about it while still holding hands.
Kevin forgot which part of it was an act and which was real, the lines blurred.
It dragged on long enough that they’d have to leave because the rink was closing for the night.
“The night doesn’t have to end here, you know?” Eric said when they were both in the car.
Kevin smiled. It was a genuine smile, nothing more than one of the corners of his lips quirked upwards. But it was still there.
“No. No, it doesn’t have to end here.”
#aftg#aftg headcanon#aftg oc#all for the game#kevin day#kevin day x oc#OC: Jiang Eric#the raven king#the foxhole court#the kings men#andrew minyard#neil josten#andreil#nicky hemmick#aaron minyard#dan wilds#matt boyd#allison reynolds#renee walker#jean moreau#jeremy knox#jerejean
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Ficlet idea: Now that Mickey’s using kevs gym he’s been giving guys tips from his prison workouts. Ian is NOT happy about the level of attention he gets when he stops by one day
(You can read this fic here, or on AO3.)
So, the KevFit membership was still a thing. Cool.
And, okay, listen. It wasn’t that Ian minded Mickey going to the gym. Of course, he didn’t. It was just the way this whole thing came to be that Ian wouldn’t call ideal.
Mickey liked to say Ian body-shamed him into working out, and frankly, Ian could see why he would.
They gave each other shit all the time. Laughed about hairy toes, prodded at each other’s saggy parts. And when they were both in the right headspace, it was just that—provoking banter. But Mickey, being the sensitive creature that he was, sometimes took it too close to heart.
And yeah, maybe Ian nagged him a few too many times about staying healthy after the lockdown started when Mickey’s only method of balancing out his liquid beer diet was riding Ian’s dick. But by then, it felt like they’d been occupying the same 1x1 bedroom for years, so it wasn’t exactly Ian’s fault.
If Mickey decided to go about it this way, great. Seriously. It only meant that Ian didn’t need to worry about getting his knuckles bruised anytime soon. And while he secretly mourned the loss of Mickey’s soft belly, he wasn’t going to complain. Not when Mickey looked the way he did now.
The thought was on Ian’s mind again that morning while he brushed his teeth over the bathroom sink, using the time on his hands to watch his husband in the mirror as he showered.
The curtain was only partially closed, just enough so that Mickey wasn’t splashing water around the tub while still leaving space for Ian to see him.
And boy, did he see him.
His broad shoulders. His arms stretching as he ran his hands through his wet hair. The dimples on his back. The marks Ian left on his ass when they fucked earlier.
When Mickey turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub, Ian found himself drawn to the little water droplets sliding over the Ian Galager tattoo and down his pecs, his abs, the V shape of his hips, and into his pubes.
Ian only realized he entirely forgot to move the toothbrush in his mouth when one corner of Mickey’s mouth curled into a teasing smirk.
“The fuck are you looking at?” Mickey asked, sounding smug as hell as he reached for his towel.
“Definitely not your ugly mug.”
Coming out all muffled, Ian’s words lost some of their intended edges. He angled himself back to the sink and spat.
“You have the tits of a 12-year-old girl,” he added quickly like there was a five-second rule for when you could still save your diss. He looked up just in time to see Mickey scrunch his face in mild outrage.
“Fuck off, these are C cups at least.”
“Like you're such an expert on those.”
Ian let out a low yelp as Mickey unexpectedly smacked his back, right around where his Monica tattoo was.
“Well, they're not your mom's tits, that's for sure,” Mickey noted through a sneer.
He then went back to drying himself, and Ian allowed himself to openly gawk at his slightly misty reflection again.
Several mechanical strokes of his toothbrush later, the thought came back, clouding his mind with an ugly feeling.
The intuitive thing would be to push it back and pretend like everything was okay, but they were married now and told each other shit, right? He had to say something.
“Going to the gym again today?” Ian asked eventually, trying to come off as noncommittal as he could with his mouth full and his eyes trained on the drain.
Obviously, he didn’t mind getting horny over his buff husband. No, the actual reason Ian was so bothered about all this was that other people now had free reigns to get horny over him as well.
You see, since Mickey started paying Kev’s gym his regular visits, he’d managed to attract a flock of followers. Fucking fans.
That, at least, was what Ian called them. Mickey, of course, didn’t see it like that. For him, they were paying customers.
“It’s easy money, man. And the crowd’s gettin’ bigger and bigger every week.” Mickey looked pleased as he wrapped the towel around his hips. “Anyway, it’s not like I have to do much. Most of the time, I just do my thing, and the bunch of ‘em stare at my ass.”
Ian bent forward and spat.
“So basically, they pay to jerk off your ego,” he pointed out, slumping his shoulders to show how totally unimpressed he was by that notion.
“’Xactly. And maybe something else, too.”
Mickey’s cackle followed him out into the hallway as he left Ian alone in the bathroom.
---
It was clearly a joke. A nasty joke that was supposed to leave a sting, but there was absolutely no need for Ian to worry. And he kept telling himself that all day—right until the moment he entered the badly-lit backroom of the Alibi and found himself in the company of a pack of Northsiders in designer label gym clothes.
Before he could spot Mickey anywhere among them, some blond guy in what seemed like an uncomfortably too tight a tank top came to his side.
„Looks like we have a newcomer in our midst.” The guy clicked his tongue, giving Ian an blatant once-over. “You here for the Mickeffect?”
„The what?“
„The Mickeffect. That’s what we call this class. Unofficially, of course, because the class is sorta kinda unofficial, too.” At that, he sniggered, which Ian immediately found annoying. “3pm, every Tuesday and Thursday. You from the Facebook group?”
Ian resisted the urge to scoff. “Uh, no.”
“Just lucky coincidence, then? Well, since you’re already here, I think you’re gonna enjoy yourself. The dude who leads this class is ex-con, so he knows all the right ways to abuse the body if you know what I mean.”
Clenching his fists inside the pockets of his sweatpants, Ian smiled politely and nodded. He wasn’t going to give this blond douchebag the satisfaction and punch him in the face. Not yet, at least.
“Hot as hell, too. And man, that ass. Simply de-licious. The whole thing actually only went off after I posted a video of him doing squats. Got 50k views in a day, a whole article on PinkNews a week later. The title was The Ex-con Hunk Who Makes Chicagoans Sweat Like Crazy – And Then Tells Them Off. Funny.”
The guy shrugged in this wannabe innocent you know how it is way. Ian was relieved to realize he really, really didn’t.
“We get new people all the time, but the return rate is terrible,” Blond Douchebag continued, amazingly. “Most of the boys come for Mickey but then leave with someone else. Maybe you’ll get lucky here, too.”
“I’m married,“ Ian retorted, hoping it would be enough to make him stop talking.
But Blond Douchebag didn’t even blink. “Yeah, so are some of the guys here. And he is, too, but I don’t think he’s the typa guy who would be deterred by that.“
Careful there, pal, Ian thought. Or you might find your pretty face landing very unprettily on a beer keg.
“Oh, hey!“
The familiar voice came out of nowhere, prematurely ending Ian’s plans to show this complete dickwad the practical meaning of the word concussion.
His head snapped to his right where Mickey was now standing, his eyes carefully roaming over Ian. There was a softness in them for a moment before his whole face morphed into a smirk.
„Came to learn something from the expert?” he teased.
Ian clenched his jaw. “Something like that.”
As Mickey moved past them, Blond Douchebag gave Ian a sly wink.
---
Ian wasn’t sure what kind of problems the snooty Northsiders could possibly be dealing with in their private lives, but this whole thing seemed to have almost therapeutical effects on them.
Mickey called them Ansel Elgort (not a compliment) or White Kanye West (also not a compliment) while he listened to their crap, and they giggled like teenage girls. He yelled at them for being pussies, and they were only a touch away from popping a boner. It made zero fucking sense.
And Mickey, well. The dickhead was so clearly giving them an upgraded version to his usual performance. Biting his bottom lip all the time. Flexing his muscles a little too hard. Grabbing everyone’s attention by letting out these exaggerated grunts.
Ian officially reached his bullshit limit when Mickey finished off a set of pull-ups and promptly took his shirt off to wipe his face. The way everything around him seemed to come to a stop for a hot minute had Ian’s eyes rolling.
It was totally ridiculous. Were these guys really so desperate?
Getting a better grip on the skipping rope he was using, Ian caught Mickey watching him, his brows arched, the dare behind them so plain and obvious.
And yeah, okay, asshole. Two could play this game.
“You know what,” Ian started out loud so everyone could hear him. He let the rope fall to his feet and instead tugged his own shirt off. “We did things a little differently in the army.”
His grin widened when he heard one of the guys audibly gulp.
---
“Fifty!”
“One hundred!”
“Fuck off, you can’t do one hundred push-ups in one go.”
“With one hand behind my back.”
Maybe kneeling on the feet of two wheezing guys doing sit-ups wasn’t the best time to have a whispered shouting match with your husband, but honestly, Ian couldn’t give two shits. Mickey was seriously pissing him off—and like hell was he going to let him win. Even if it was just this one petty argument.
“You need stamina when you’re the top. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to do all the fucking work while the bottom just lies there.”
“Oh, oh, please! Tell us more about your workouts in the army. Was this before or after you tried to run away from there by stealing a damn helicopter?”
They were suddenly aware that their periphery vision got surprisingly still. Almost in tandem, they looked down at the alarmed expressions of their trainees.
“Did I fuckin’ tell you to stop, Asthma Boy?” Mickey grumbled at his guy. “Gimme three more sets of twenty!”
---
Blond Douchebag must have taken a genuine liking to him because he later offered to cover Ian as he pounded into the punching bag. And while he technically did hold onto the punching bag, his eyes were always on Mickey.
“Wonder who Ian is,” he mused as he observed Mickey’s topless form. “Think it’s the husband? Probably doesn’t even realize what a hot piece of ass he’s got at home.”
Too easy. It would be entirely too easy to pretend Ian’s hand slipped and he hit him by mistake, and he wasn’t going to stoop that low. He wasn’t.
Taking in a deep breath, Ian started punching harder.
He wasn’t.
“Everything okay here?”
Mickey had his shirt tucked under the elastic band of his pants, and from the corner of his eyes, Ian couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat that covered his face and upper body. He wasn’t the only one.
“Oh, more than okay,” Blond Douchebag practically purred.
Punch. Punch. Punch.
“Whoa, Ian, hey.” Mickey sounded worried. “Take it easy, man.”
And fucking finally, that seemed to have done the job. Because Blond Douchebag wasn’t looking at Mickey anymore, he was looking back at Ian, and his bravado was long gone. Now, there was childlike fear in his stance, and Ian almost pitied him.
“Oh shit. You’re Ian,” he managed before the next punch landed right into his face, knocking him down on the floor.
Panting, Ian stood over him as he clutched his bleeding nose.
“Yes, I’m Ian,” he snarled at him. “And his ass is all mine.”
Someone gripped his arm then.
“Okay, the show’s over, Muhammad Ali. Better get out of here,” Mickey muttered as he pushed Ian across the gym, past all the Northside wimps who seemed too tired to do anything other than being in shock. “Come on. Ian, come the fuck on!”
From the Alibi, they ran. Sprinted along the streets and over honking cars, zig-zagged through commuters, and flipped off those who wolf-whistled at their half-naked bodies. They ran until they ended up in a dirty alley with no one else in sight, their sides on fire, and broke into a fit of laughter.
Ian only realized Mickey brought his shirt when he used it to slap his chest.
“Jealous fucker.”
“Shut the fuck up. Wasn’t jealous.”
But Mickey was still wearing that suggestive whatcha gonna do now smirk, and his lips were shiny from being licked over just a second ago, and so the next thing Ian knew, he was pushing him against a wall and kissing him thoroughly.
His hands went to Mickey’s ass, lifting him up just slightly as his fingers dug in, and Ian pulled back to let out a moan.
“Mm, I fuckin’ love your ass.”
Mickey groaned. “Jesus Christ, please don’t tell me all of this was because of my ass.”
Leaning down again, Ian murmured into his mouth: “Isn’t it always?”
#sorry anon this took FOREVER#hope it makes you laugh at least#they're being dumb and competitive and in love#just how we like 'em#shameless fanfiction#gallavich fic#gallavich#writing prompt#my fics
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[ Favorite BNHA Boys’ Reactions To You Holding Their Face ]
if you’re on bnha/jojo simptok you know EXACTLY where i got this idea from
𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠 𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 :
➢ lMAO the first time you touch his face he is SCREAMING KDJFNSKJ-
➢ it’s mostly because he didn't get a warning first of all, and second of all he doesn't really like people touching his face in general anyway so like obviously he’s not for it the first time
➢ if you ask really nicely or try to offer some sort of repayment for it (an example being to do the dishes when it’s his turn if you’re living together or to pay for dinner next time you go out if you’re not) he’ll consider it though, and will begrudgingly comply to your wishes
➢ but, fortunately for you, he ends up liking it a biiiiit more than he thought he would to say the least 😂
➢ as soon as he looks you dead in the eye and says “just get it over with”, your hands are on his face. to his surprise though, he ends up being a little bit less annoyed by it and more... soothed
➢ the feeling of your hands on his cheeks, gently circling your thumb over the softer areas of his skin, the tension in his jaw melts away. his shoulders feel less rigid. his muscles less sore. it’s sort of a subconscious reaction by that point, but regardless of how much his body is telling him that he likes the contact, he’s still going to deny the red that comes up to his cheeks and spreads over his face like wildfire
➢ “No, I’m not blushing- what do you think I am? I’m not soft or anything like that... NO STOP DON’T HUG ME-”
➢ definitely the type to deny that he likes it like the tsundere he is, but gets a little bit pouty when you do take your hands away. won’t ask for affection but definitely gives you subconscious signs that he wants to be Held™
𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕒 :
➢ the best way to get his attention actually!!!
➢ you see, this walking personification of sleep deprivation is almost CONSISTENTLY wrapped up in his work one way or the other, whether it be subconscious or upfront
➢ he really does try his hardest to not be so focused on work all the time, but he gets consumed by it really easily since he’s a workaholic and runs on the adrenaline of getting as much paperwork done in one night
➢ it’s not uncommon for him to loose focus of the things around him, but having you there with him is good at grounding him so he doesn't start to stress over small details and stuff like that
➢ usually when you walk up and frame your hands around his face, he’s a little bit surprised at first and doesn't know how to react since he doesn't receive such intimate affection (and never really has). he gets used to it eventually though, and it becomes sort of a subconscious habit to just lean into your touch and smile a little bit at you
➢ will occasionally give you a lingering kiss on your palm when you do it, looking into your eyes in a way that makes your stomach feel full of butterflies
➢ probably says something like “What is it, kitten?” or “Hey.” while grasping your hand in his
➢ warning!!! this WILL lead to a cuddle session that you wont be able to get out of. be prepared to be smushed between aizawa and all 3 of his big ol fat cats for the rest of the day/night if neither of you have anything to do
𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕦 :
➢ YES okay LOOK i fucking love all of the soft shit that ya’ll come up with about my boy Fatgum here and i’m here to fucking contribute because i love him 😤
➢ to fully understand his reaction, you must first know that this man is an absolute sucker fo any kind of affection you give him regardless of the context
➢ he dishes out enough affection to keep you assured that he loves and appreciates you in every way, which will almost always comes with some of the sweetest compliments imaginable
➢ he knows exactly how to make you feel loved since he likes having the same kind of thing done to him, and so when you return it he’s over the moon
➢ it doesn't even catch him off guard when you do it to be honest. he just sweeps you up in his arms and spins you around, telling you how cute you are and how much he loves you. if not that then he nuzzles into your hand and grins, his whole face lighting up at the sensations of warmth radiating between such a small contact area
➢ he’s another one that immediately wants to cuddle after and probably cancels his other plans so he can spend time with you. he’s just SOMFT for the face holding p l s,,, do i t
➢ says somethin along the lines of “I love you, honey bun!” or “You’re so sweet!” cause he LOVES you and i’ll be damned if this man doesn't use food-related nicknames with his lover
➢ 10/10 will do the same to you if permissible and DEFINITELY will find other creative ways to offer you more affection in return
𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕚 / 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕪𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕚 :
➢ this one is kinda depssing compared to everyone else KJSFNDK LMAO IM SORRY PFF
➢ okay so like,,, mans isnt big on affection for a number of Reasons and so obviously he’s gonna be a little confused, but the reaction itself is kinda what raises some red flags and rings alarm bells considering it’s kinda uncharacteristic of him
➢ the first time you did it was by surprise even though he could clearly see you reach for him. he moves his head back quickly, sucking in a breath and raising his hands a little to block something that wasn’t coming. that’s already kind of alarming by itself, but his expression...
➢ you don’t think that you’ve ever seen dabi scared. not like, alarmed or on guard or anything like that, but genuinely, truly scared. scared like something was coming for him. like he was a little kid again, back in that place-
➢ the best course of action here is to back up and put your hands up, giving him some space to recuperate. he’ll drag his own down his face after that, seeming to let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and avoid making direct eye contact with you
➢ it’s very likely that he’ll jut leave without a word after that and might not come back after a few hours. you’ll have to ask him directly what happened to which he’ll give you some basic details, but he’s not going too into depth since ehe doesn't want to bring all that shit back up after he expertly kept it down for so long
➢ if you really want to do it you need to give him a warning every time you do, and he’s really only in specific moods for it on select days anyway. it’s no offense on you, he’s just not all that affectionate ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
➢ a good alternative is to try to hold his hand when he’s not doing something. he might give you a weird look, but the fact that he’s not pushing you away says that he might actually enjoy it a little bit. he won’t say anything about it though, god forbid he talk about his f e e l i n g s
➢ OKAY jesus christ onto more fluffy shit
𝕜𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕞𝕚 :
➢ oop- touch starved who??
➢ i know that like,,, in canon he doesn't really express much of his bird traits that kind of signify some of the more Feral parts of his brain but like?? i think that there’s very specific traits that he exhibits that can either be shrugged off as normal behavior or are like explicitly bird-like and receiving affection is definitely the latter
➢ now i don’t know that much about birds but i know that when you pet them sometimes they’ll coo or do that trilling thing so i’m thinking that he would probably do the same thing if given the chance
➢ cuddling with him is probably the way you found out about it though, so it’s no surprise that when you gently cup his face with your hands and stroke his cheek with your thumb he makes a low vibrating noise that comes out on instinct
➢ he gets super embarrassed and has to explain himself through endless stuttering, but after you tell him that “It’s alright, I think it’s kind of cute actually.” he feels a little bit more comfortable with sharing intimate moments like that
➢ being raised to be a weapon means that he didn’t really receive the affection that he should've when he was young, so he might be a little awkward at first, but after like a week of doing it he kind of just rolls with it
➢ like aizawa, it’s a great way to get his eyes off of work and on you instead, but he pretends to be aggravated with it just for the sake of eliciting pointless banter between you two
➢ says something like “You tryin to get my attention, baby bird?” or “What, am I not paying enough attention to you?” just to seem like he’s indifferent but definitely gets pouty and grabs you by the waist if you take your hands off of him
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Okay so listen, your blog is quite literally my favorite ever since I came back to Tumblr.
Also, I'm curious to know how/why you got into Solavellan because I feel like there's such a range on why people like him? Like some people like that he's a super nerd and other people are obsessed with the whole Fen'Harel aspect of him and I just want to know what your thoughts are?
AHHHHHHH I'M SO TOUCHED!!! IT TRULY MEANS A LOT TO ME THAT YOU ENJOY MY BLOG AND I REALLY HOPE THAT IT MAKES YOUR DAYS EVEN A LITTLE BETTER 🥺💗💖
As for the question... *starts vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass* yes I love Solas the normal amount haha. It's kind of a long story so I'll hide it under the cut.
You see after playing da2 I was obsessed with Fenris and his relationship with Hawke. So when I started playing dai I wasn't planning to getting attached to any other character. In the prologue Solas just kinda gave me weird vibes but the first time he started speaking made me 😳
I continued playing but I didn't really like the gameplay itself and almost dropped the game, the only thing that stopped me was my resolve to get to the portion of the game where Hawke appears and makes a comment about his relationship with Fenris (I looked it up on some forum beforehand I think?)
I didn't know who you can or can't romance so I looked up a no-spoiler guide on dai romances and Solas' entry really intrigued me. It said something about drama and only being available to fem Lavellans which immediately made me curious because it was exactly the character I made 👀 But I was also still considering Josephine, Sera, Blackwall and Cullen, because honestly his appearance was slightly off-putting to me at first. My doubts were gone the moment I went to talk to him at Haven.
You see I have this adhd habit of quickly reading the subtitles and skipping the dialogue immediately, which isn't the best for immersing yourself in charactes. I had no urge to do this when I was going through his dialogues! His voice, his accent, the rythm of his speech completely entranced me. I was listening closely to everything he was saying. I loved that you could ask him so many questions about the Fade and how passionate he was answering them (and all the approval points!). What really sealed the deal for me was the "indomitable focus" flirt line...
I continued playing the game taking him with me everywhere, falling more and more in love with him for his little remarks and approval points for doing small acts of kindness. The Fade kiss scene completely swooped me off my feet cause it was so intense???? and passionate??????? but also him being like "no, we shouldn't" made me more intrigued. Some stories he tells about his journeys made me really emotional, so did his personal quest. Seeing Wisdom die was honestly heartbreaking, his reaction was even more painful ;-;
The balcony scene at first ngl was cringe until they kissed and he called her something pretty in elven and suddenly left??? I was confused until I looked up what he said and he SAID THAT HE LOVED HER AND CALLED HER HIS HEART??????? AND HE KEEPS CALLING HER VHENAN EVERY TIME???????????? ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
The dance in Halamshiral was pretty dreamy (I didn't really noticed what he said about the ball in the beginning because I was so anxious about everything there lol). His banter with other followers also showed me his sassy smartass side which I also loved. I kept returning to him after every mission hoping to hear more dialogue and stories, but even just "hello" and "vhenan" melted my heart 🥺
So anyways THE BREAK UP FUCKING DESTROYED ME!!!!!! I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING AND IT HIT ME LIKE THAT BUS HIT REGINA GEORGE 😭 Of course I went looking if it was somehow preventable and I accidentally spoiled myself about who he is... THIS WAS SUCH AN EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER I HAD TO TAKE A PAUSE FROM PLAYING THIS GAME FOR A FEW DAYS ಥ‿ಥ
In retrospect a lot of the things that he said before made a lot more sense. And the detail that really stood out to me was that he barely lied for some called a "god of deception", which made me think that there's more to this than it seems.
I was really sad finishing the main game, him leaving and the after credit scene broke my heart... I immediately started playing Trespasser and of course the last dialogue completely obliterated my heart.
The more I thought about it, the more it struck me how much of a well-rounded, dynamic and tragic character he is. Joining the fandom and reading lots of meta made me adore him even more. I can ramble for hours which specific characteristics I love the most in him, but to cut it short and get closer to initial question: I love both the cunning tragic "fallen hero" Fen'Harel aspect and the passionate curious nerd aspect. But to be fully honest I'm a little more into the later, I love soft Solas (づ｡♡‿‿♡｡)づ
#i promised myself not to write too much...#didn't go as planned#warning a lot of unnecessary info here#sorry it took me so much time#anon#thank you for the ask!#solas
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Sunflower - Harry Styles AU Series (Volume 11)
The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.
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I made it to Harry’s bungalow just in the nick of time before it started pouring rain.
“How is it raining right now?” I laughed. “It was just fine.”
“That’s the beach for it,” Harry laughed. “I guess we can just do our session here.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded, placing my guitar case on the floor.
“Want anything to drink?” He asked. “Beer, water, soda?”
“I’ll take a water,” I told him.
“Do you ever… you know drink? Let loose?” He asked.
I blushed, suddenly feeling a bit self conscious, “I… When you have a sister like mine and see all the shit she gets herself into, it’s kinda hard to bring that upon myself,” I sighed.
“I get it,” he said. “Makes sense. Also, I hope you know that you don’t have to do that shit just because everyone else does. Sometimes I wish I didn’t fall into the trap either.”
“Then why do you?” I asked.
“I feel like it’s expected of me,” he shrugged. “But also when I’m going through shit, it’s just easier to chill the fuck out and now distract myself from it, at least for a little bit.”
“I get it, makes sense,” I giggled.
“Did you just mock me?” He gasped.
“I mean… yeah,” I shrugged.
“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he smirked, walking over to me.
I thought he was going to kiss me since he was leaning in and reaching his hands towards my hips, however, he had other plans. Next thing I know he’s tickling my sides causing me to let out a screech. I try maneuvering out of his grasp, but he’s strategically placed himself to where it wasn’t a simple getaway. I kept laughing as I tried pushing him off and soon he no longer was tickling me, but staring at me.
His gaze moved from my lips to my eyes and back. We’ve kissed before and each time I felt shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t know if those were a fluke or if it was the real deal. He brought his hand up to my cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb, before closing the distance between us by pressing his lips against mine.
**
An hour had passed before we actually started working on a new song, you know the whole reason I was there in the first place. I didn’t really have a plan going into the writing process, but I started randomly strumming along on my guitar. I hummed a melody to match the guitar when I heard Harry sigh.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s nothing,” he sighed.
“It’s obviously something,” I told him.
“I can’t write for shit these last few days,” he said. “I sit down and have an idea, but then nothing comes out.”
“You can’t force the words to come out,” I said. “Songwriting is about being in the moment and capturing how you feel in the words. If you’re trying to force an idea to come to light, you’re going to be left with shit.”
“But I don’t have time to wait for the perfect moment. I gotta get these songs written so the band can rehearse them before the gig,” he shook his head.
“Did you ever think maybe that’s part of the problem?” I asked. “You’re worrying so much about impressing some record label guy that you’ve lost sight of the music?”
“Excuse me?” He asked.
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” I started. “What I mean is, I get that this gig is fucking huge and will change all of our lives one way or the another. But despite all that, if we put too much thought into impressing this guy in a suit, you’re going to drive yourself crazy.”
“I get what you’re saying, Y/N, I do, but I have to put pressure on myself because this is the first time I’ve gotten this close to getting my dream,” he sighed. “And of course, the songs are shit and I can’t come up with anything.”
“When you sit down to write, what are you thinking about?” I asked.
“That I need to write a damn good song,” he stated. “I write down all the hot topics and sounds that’ll get us signed.”
“Okay, now, what did you think about when you used to sit down and write, before this whole arrangement with the record label?” I asked.
Harry paused before giving me an answer, “I don’t know, I guess I just sat down and wrote when and what I felt like.”
“Exactly,” I pointed out. “You’re too in your head with this shit. You’re trying to write the perfect song that you think the guy wants to hear. Let’s say you wrote a song that the record label loved and knew it would be a hit, but you hated it. Not at first, but the more you played it or they suggested you change a few things. Do you want to make the music they want to hear, or music that you want to play?”
“I want to be on a stage playing music for the rest of my life,” he whispered. “I’m not good at anything else and nothing makes me feel like being on that stage does.”
“But will you still feel that way if you’re not making the music you really want to make? Do you want to go into this being a version of yourself that’s not real?” I whispered.
Harry runs his hand through his hair, avoiding the question.
“How about this… tonight we work on one song,” I suggested. “We don’t worry about the record label, or what they want. We don’t worry about what the hit songs on the radio sound like. We just… write about whatever we’re feeling and we let the music do the talking.”
“Not every song is going to be a hit, but every song needs to be real,” I added.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”
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A few nights had passed and it was time to introduce our new song to the band Harry and I had written. I loved the song and it wasn’t even completely finished yet. Lyrics wise, it was, but it still needed the music to be finished. That’s where the band came in. I knew Harry was nervous to introduce the song because they hadn’t been fans of the ones he gave them before, so it was going to be a big deal.
We had spent the majority of the night working on the song. There were times we had a little banter going back and forth, mostly a little harmless flirting, but in the end we wrote a song you were both proud of. I stood with my guitar over my shoulder as I waited for Harry to hand the copies of the song to everyone else.
No one said anything at first, skimming over the lyrics. Even though I knew it was a great song, I felt nervous as well the longer they went on without saying anything.
“Is anyone going to fucking say anything?” Harry mumbled, running his hands through his hair.
“Let’s do a run through,” Mitch suggested.
“I agree,” I nodded. “It’ll be better to get a feel for it.”
“Okay, then let’s take it from the top,” Harry said.
I looked around, waiting for everyone to take their cue, as we started playing the first few notes of the song.
“Walk in your rainbow paradise,” Harry sang. “Strawberry lipstick state of mind. I get so lost inside your eyes, would you believe it?”
“You don’t have to say you love me, You don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say your mine,” he continued.
“Honey, (ah-ah-ah) I’d walk through for you, just let me adore you, oh, honey…” I sang along with him.
I wasn’t sure if the rest of the band was paying attention, but if they were they clearly would see that Harry and I were staring at each other as we sang the song. Yes, in a way the song was about us, but also just in general meeting someone for the first time and wanting to be with them in any way.
At the end of the song, we waited to hear any feedback from the rest of the band.
“So, thoughts?” I asked.
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” Jasper smirked.
Harry looked over at me and smiled, “Well, then I guess we better keep it up.”
“Guess, we do,” I smiled.
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Later that night, the band had packed up, leaving Harry and I by ourselves. We were heading back towards Bungalow Valley and the hotel. It was late, dawn would be in less than a few hours, but I didn’t feel tired at all. Rehearsals went amazing and I was on cloud nine. I didn’t want to go back yet.
“How do you think tonight went?” I asked.
“You were right,” he said. “I needed to let loose and write what I wanted to play. The band loved it and it sounded fucking amazing tonight.”
“See,” I smirked, hitting my shoulder against his. “I told you.”
He rolled his eyes with a laugh, shaking his head, “Would you uh… want to stop by my place for a bit?” He asked.
“I-” I whispered.
“No, it’s okay. It’s late, sorry,” he said, walking ahead.
“No, wait, it’s fine,” I said. “I’m not ready to go home just yet.”
“Really?” his voice, squealed a little.
“Really,” I smiled.
“O-okay, um, yeah, okay, let’s uh… go then,” he coughed.
I giggled, looking at him. “You okay there?”
“I’m good, chill, perfect,” he answered.
“Riiight,” I laughed. “Come on, it’s cold out.”
Harry followed behind to his place, opening the door once we got there. I walked inside, setting my guitar down. I sat down, rubbing my arms to get warm.
“Uh, here,” he said, bringing over a blanket from his bed.
“Thanks,” I smiled.
He nodded, grabbing two beers before walking back over and sitting next to me.
“Here’s to writing a damn good song,” he said, holding out his beer towards mine.
“And to writing a few more,” I added before clinking my bottle with his.
Harry smiled, taking a swig of his beer. We sat in silence for a few minutes as I sipped mine. I wasn’t a huge fan of beer, but I didn’t mind it. After a moment, Harry placed his bottle on the table, turning to look at me. He reached out for my hand, taking it in his and lacing our fingers together.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” I asked.
“For helping me, be me,” he shrugged.
“All I did was tell you not to worry about anyone else,” I laughed.
“I know, but it’s what I needed to hear,” he said.
“Well, you’re welcome,” I smiled.
He laughed, shaking his head.
“What now?” I laughed.
“I-I don’t know. I can’t explain it.. What I feel when I’m around you,” he whispered. “I’ve never felt this way before. It’s weird, but I don’t want it to ever go away.”
“I know what you mean,” I told him.
He pushed a loose strand of hair out of my face as he looked into my eyes, “What would you say if I told you I was going to kiss you right now,” he asked.
“I’d say you don’t have to ask,” I whispered.
His lips tugged into a smile as he leaned in to press his lips against mine.
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Hotel Rivalry? No, Angst :)
Some notes before reading:
I think Ranboo for sure said it was all for fun? I didn’t watch his streams because I was busy, anyways, when I first heard of this, I only thought about angst and lore. This was all for fun, and my mind was on full blast. Sorry if it was bad, I just wanted to write out some kind of story. :)
(Also listen to Saint Bernard by Lincoln or Oh Ana by Mother Mother because I had these two on repeat writing this, Idk.)
All in good fun of writing. Enjoy, I guess? Also warning, it’s kinda long. Damn I should’ve wrote it in Ao3 maybe. Ah well.
How long has it been since Tommy was left in the prison cell? Well, the clock was gone, so he can't tell.
The security issue was finally solved, and Sam rushed towards the cell, hoping that Tommy hung in being locked up with Dream. Sam also hoped Tommy would understand.
"Tommy? Tommy, can you hear me? I'm getting you out now. And Dream, you better stay in that cell, or I will kill you," Sam shouted through the lava, as the lava lowered to let the stone bridge go across. "Tommy, get on the bridge, you're going home. You're getting out."
The lava finally lowered enough as the redstone worked its magic, going across the gap to the cell. Sam looked through his mask, hoping to find Tommy still alive, and in one piece. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Tommy's figure get on the bridge, as he started to come back.
He glanced over to see Dream still in the cell, but his smiley face mask was off. Sam felt a wave of worry run down his neck, as Dream only stared at Sam, smiling, emerald green eyes glinting with satisfaction. Sam looked away, as Tommy was back, flicking the switch to let the lava flow back down.
"Tommy?" Sam glanced at the boy, oddly quiet. Sam hoped that Tommy would at least yell at him, or curse him out for making him get stuck with Dream, but Tommy didn't say anything. Reaching out a hand to hold Tommy's shoulder, Sam tried to call out to him again. "Tommy...?"
Tommy immediately flinched, backing up from Sam. What did Dream do to this boy? Usually Tommy would want comfort, or something. What happened to him in there?
"Hi Sam..." Tommy's voice was barely a whisper, his head still looking down at the ground. Sam crouched down, trying to get a good look at Tommy's face. He was concerned, slowly trying to let Tommy get back to his pace.
Sam's eyes widened. There was no emotion on the usually emotional boy. His usually bright blue eyes, were now faded, the blue dark, showing nothing.
The usually full of expression Tommy was now blank. "Tommy... what did he do to you?"
Tommy didn't answer, only looking at Sam's eyes, his eyes endless pools of a deep dark sea. Sam sighed, his heart aching. "I'm so sorry, Tommy, I... You know I had to deal with a security issue right? I didn't mean to let you stay in there for too long. Im very sorry, Tommy."
Tommy didn't say anything, only beginning to walk away from Sam. "I don't want to talk about it. Can I go home?"
Sam flinched, but he tried to smile. "Of course Tommy. Come on now, let's get back, and hey, you can go back to your hotel!"T
ommy only absently nodded. The two walked back in silence, with the occasional worried glances at Tommy, who only looked straight ahead.
They finally made it back to the locker, Tommy dropping the key, grabbing his things. Without another word, Tommy walked away from the prison, not even giving a goodbye to Sam. Sam gripped his trident tight in his hand, anger and curiosity in what Dream did to Tommy. He was going to have to talk to Dream soon.
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Tommy breathed in the fresh air of the outside, feeling the bright sun on himself. The bright blue sky, the huge oak trees by the wooden path. He was finally free. But....
His mind was in a deep fog. He felt sluggish, like his whole body was weighed down. His limbs ached, body sore. His eyes ached, not only from the light of the lava, but also from crying so much. His throat was dry, from screaming days on end. Tommy stopped, looking down at his hands, beaten and bloody.
Tommy shuddered. He still felt like Dream's eyes and hands was on him, like a doll. His mind and emotions felt like a swirling tornado, he didn't know what to think or feel anymore.
He has to get back to his home. He has to get back to his hotel. Try and get some resemblance of comfort, of anything to get his mind off of what Dream tried to do him, get in his head.
Trying to stop himself from shaking, he walked quickly to the location of his hotel. But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't help but to still think about the things that happened to him in the cell, the words swirling in his mind, and he could feel himself on the verge of something.
He started to give a relief of a smile, until it suddenly dropped. There was a building accross his hotel. Bee and Boo? What the fuck was that-?
"Tommy! Hey, where have you been?" Tubbo walked out of the building, as Tommy walked near. "Hey, we're rivals now! It's gonna be great-"
"What. The fuck." Tommy's voice cracked. Tubbo raised an eyebrow, too excited to tell Tommy about everything Tommy missed while being out somewhere, not noticing the state Tommy is in, or how in shambles Tommy was.
"Oh hey, guess what? Me and Ranboo are like, now platonically married, and we have this like child name Michael now," Tubbo waved a hand, as Tubbo walked back into the Bee and Boo building. Tommy silently followed Tubbo, while he felt something in his chest cracking.
Tommy looked around inside, and he had to admit, it looked nice. He was expressionless, but he could feel his head spinning, a certain voice getting louder.
Tommy turned to see Ranboo and Tubbo side by side, talking, as Ranboo waved at Tommy. Ranboo pointed at something off to the side of a room, and Tubbo walked back towards Tommy.
"So what did you think, big man? Exciting yeah?"
"What do you mean, exciting..." Tommy coldly said. Tubbo's smile faltered.
"Being hotel rivals! You know, doing business, fun banter? Tommy, are you ok?" Tubbo tried to reach a hand to pat Tommy's arm, before Tommy jerked it away.
Tommy was starting to break down. But he didn't dare show it out. Looking at the eyes of Ranboo, then back at Tubbo, then at the sign hung out in the front, Tommy slowly smiled.
"Ha... Haha..." Tommy gritted his teeth, a manic smile slowly forming on his face.
Now Tubbo and Ranboo was starting to get concerned. Tubbo took a step forward, as Tommy took a step back. "Tommy..?"
"He was right... he was right and I was a fucking fool," Tommy glanced at the ground, his hands forming fists.
"What do you mean he was right? Who?" Tubbo tried to hold Tommy's arm again, until suddenly Tommy grabbed Tubbo's wrist. Tubbo finched. "Owww, Tommy, that hurts. What's the matter with you?"
Tubbo's eyes widened as he saw the expression on Tommy's face. Faded blue eyes, now wide and full of anger and betrayal. He growled, showing his canines. He swiftly looked at Ranboo, who flinched, as Tommy turned back to Tubbo. "Am I fucking nothing? I did everything for you, and now you fucking-"
Tommy ripped Tubbo's wrist away from him, sending Tubbo to tumble a couple of steps, as Ranboo tried to catch him if Tubbo ever did fall. Tubbo looked up from his wrist, red, towards Tommy, concerned and slightly scared. "I-I, I don't know what you mean, Tommy. What-"
Tommy walked out, slamming the door, as he started to quickly walk to run towards a random direction, neither from the directions of where the prison was, where he hotel was, where L'manberg was, and not even where his home was.
He ran and ran, brushing past branches of oak trees, until he was fully exhausted, dropping to his knees. On his arms and knees, he tried to breathe, his chest burning, and legs aching so badly, Tommy was in so much pain. After a couple of minutes, Tommy looked up from the ground, looking around his surrounds.
He was somewhere completely knew. As he could tell, nobody touched this land yet. He was in a field full of multicolored and species of flowers. Surrounding this field was just dozens and dozens of trees.
He looked up at the sky, the sky now a light blue, slightly almost now turning a light shade of orange and pink. The clouds were still white, but before puffs of cotton, were now wisps, thin and strands across the blue.
The air was much cooler, and it was windier than back of the smp. Tommy breathed heavily, taking in his surroundings. He was alone, no Tubbo, no Ranboo, not even Dream. He surveyed the flowers, as he thought back to what he just learned.
Tubbo platonically married Ranboo. They built a hotel accross from his hotel. Was it some kind of fucking joke?
Tommy suddenly laughed, but there was no humor in that burst of laughter. No, it was emotionless, only manic. Tommy laughed and laughed, as he could feel his smile fade, his eyes forming tears, suddenly making the laughter into sobs.
Was Dream really right after all? How could Tubbo do this to him? God, if their hotel gets vandalized, I might be the one to be blamed for it even though I didn't do a fucking thing. Everyone will got to their hotel opening and their hotel, because everyone likes them. Nobody likes me, and my best friend left me. He even decided to build a rival hotel against me!! Dream was right... Dream was right after all. Nobody is on my side, nobody cares about me, nobody, nobody nobody NOBODY-
Tommy's breathing stopped. No... someone is on his side. Dream. Tommy chuckled at that, laughing out loud again, a wide smile growing. He kept laughing and laughing, the tears gone, but the laughter again wasn't of humor, but this time insanity. "FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE!!! NOBODY CARES!!! NOBODY FUCKING CARES ABOUT ME!!! HA! HAHA!"
Tommy, who stood up when he was sobbing, suddenly dropped to his knees again, a few flower petals flying up. Tommy looked up at the sky, his insane expression turning back to despair. Tommy sobbed and sobbed, screaming as he went into a turtle position, until it was a scattered star sky.
Nobody came to him. And Tommy knows he's alone. Nobody cares about him.
#dsmp#dreamsmp#dream smp#dsmp tumblr#mcyt#mcyttwt#mcytblr#mcytumblr#tommyinnit#tommy mcyt#dsmp tommy#tubbo#tubbo underscore#tubbo mcyt#dsmp tubbo#ranboo#ranboo mcyt#dsmp ranboo#dsmp fandom#dsmp fanfic#fanfiction#dream smp angst#headcannons#mcyt tommyinnit#dreamwastaken#it's long sorry#god i love writing though im bad at it#writing#angst
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67/76 for hurt! Kiara and protective! JJ
OKAY SO😂I couldn’t decide between ansgty or goofy so I kinda mixed them, more towards the goofy side though since I have a few angsty prompts coming up! But yes, hope you enjoy! This does mention blood and injuries, just an fyi to people!
Word Count: 1.8K
Prompts: “I’m afraid.” // “I think you need stitches.”
This was supposed to be their chill day.
The day that was reserved for just them. No pogues, no adventures, no crazy ass plans. Just JJ and Kie.
Some may even call it their date day—although according to Sarah, hanging out and getting high does not count as a date. The couple were inclined to agree, these days weren’t a new occurrence. It was often how they spent their days together even before they officially became a couple, except now there was the odd make out session sprinkled throughout and far cheesier flirtation banter. But it was still their day and they cherished it.
The plan was simple enough. Kie had packed some food from the restaurant and grabbed a couple of beers, JJ was in charge of getting some decent joints from his cousin and the two of them would take the Pogue out for the day. It was probably the most romantic you’d ever see the couple get.
They had taken the boat down south along the coastline, it wasn’t very explored in terms of how often the pogues ventured down there but JJ was feeling a bit adventurous. Plus Kie had no arguments as she happily sat back and watched JJ steer, one hand resting on the metal framing in such as casual way whilst the other was on the wheel, but the brunette found herself quite happily distracted by the straining back muscles that were in her line of sight—his tank long abandoned somewhere with the sundress she had slipped on over her bikini for the ten minute drive from her house to the Chateau.
Maybe if either of them had taken a few moments to think about the area they had anchored in or even glanced at a map, the whole situation could have been avoided. So in hindsight, maybe it was slightly their fault for being so reckless. However, Kie was more inclined to blaming the bastards that dump whatever trash they wanted into the ocean, not only because of the harm it caused to the wildlife but apparently humans too.
A couple of beers in, JJ was tugging on her hand to drag her up from her seat as he terribly danced along to the music blasting from the speaker they had brought with them. “C’mon, stop being a bore!” He whined childishly as she begrudgingly got up.
“I’m not being a bore,” She laughed, letting herself sway a little to keep him happy as he continued to mouth the words to ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!’ that was currently playing. “I was enjoying the show.”
“Hm, it doesn’t come for free, ya know.” He murmured as he puckered his lips, making little kissy noises until she finally gave in. And Kie had assumed that would be enough for him, that she could happily indulge in some of the crabsticks she brought. But in true unpredictable JJ fashion, he was throwing her over his shoulder without a warning. Kie squealed, her nails digging slightly into his back so she didn’t flip over.
“JJ, what the hell!” She exclaimed, but the giggles escaping her lips told him that she wasn’t really mad.
“Thought you’d appreciate the view.” JJ replied as he lightly spun around, a grin etched on his face when he heard her laugh harder.
“I don’t know,” She said, staring down at his ass. “I’ve seen better.”
“Oh, you’re going to regret that, Carrera.” He warned.
“I’m afraid,” She giggled back. “Not one of JJ Maybank’s notorious empty threats!”
“Have I told you how hot you look today, Kie?” He asked suddenly in an oddly innocent and un-JJ like way.
“Like I need you to tell me, I know I look great.” She sassed back, letting out a small gasp when she felt him slap her ass. She could practically hear the smirk on his face.
“I think you need to cool down a little.” He retorted, already making his way towards the stern of the boat. Her eyes widened slightly as she tried her best to hold onto him.
“JJ, DON’T YOU DA—AHHH!”
By the time she surfaced, she could already hear JJ’s laughs. She ran her hands through her hair, pushing it out of her face as she looked up at the blond with a glare. He was grinning innocently back at her.
“You look cool in there.” He snickered.
“You’re an ass.” She called back, moving her arms in gentle circles to keep herself afloat.
“Ah, but I’m your ass.” He grinned back and she didn’t disagree. Eventually, she had managed to convince him to come in with her—of course the asshole canon-balled in—the water actually feeling great against the midday heat.
They tried not to venture too far from the boat, although that wasn’t a problem when they realised quickly that most of the surrounding area was just marshy and not great for swimming.
“God, this feels horrible.” Kiara muttered as she glanced down, as though she would actually be able to see much. Still, didn’t stop her from trying.
“I kinda like it,” JJ spoke up, seeming to enjoy himself despite Kiara’s constant requests to head back to the Pogue. “Feels like I’m walking on a marshmallow.” He added nonchalantly.
“Congratulations, your eight year old self’s dream came true,” She commented with a small chuckle, almost as if she was imagining young JJ with his horribly done buzzcut. “Now can we please head back? I’m fucking starving.”
“Geez, you get cranky when you’re hungry.” He teased, promptly avoiding the splash that she had directed his way. He only cackled, yelling that the last one to make it to the boat gets a warm beer before he got his head-start back.
Kie only laughed, calling him a cheater as she followed suit. Except getting out of the marsh was a little harder that she assumed, kicking her feet and swearing under her breath whenever she got stuck again.
She felt a nip—or maybe it was more than a nip but the adrenaline of the competition was coursing through her—and when she went to kick her leg free once again, she felt a sharp pain run up her leg. Kiara didn’t even remember screaming until JJ was on his way back, eyes wide in concern.
“Kie, what’s wrong? What happened?” His eyes glazed over her as though he was trying to see the cause of her scream.
“M-My leg.” She whimpered, feeling her eyes well up with tears as she tried to free her leg once again, only to feel another shot of pain.
“Jellyfish?” He asked but she simply shook her head. “Okay, let’s get you back to the boat.” He murmured, heart racing when he saw some red residue on his hand after he helped her tug her leg free.
It was a hassle but JJ didn’t care, his first priority was getting Kie back somewhere safe and right now, that was the boat. He helped her up before he pulled himself onboard, his eyes falling onto her leg.
His eyes widened when he saw the massive cut on her leg, the lower half of her left leg covered in blood. He could feel his throat closing up, mind racing and hands shaking. Everything around him seemed to drown out as he stared at her leg, and it wasn’t until she felt her tugging his hand and calling his name that he seemed to snap out whatever trance he was in.
“Right, sorry!” He quipped before he grabbed a towel and placed it down on the seats before gently lifting her on top of it. He then disappeared to grab the first-aid kit they kept on board, but Kie didn’t miss the way his hands were a little shaky when he placed it down beside her, fingers fiddling as he attempted to open the box.
She won’t lie, the salt water made it sting like a bitch. It hurt and she probably should’ve been more alarmed at the amount of blood dripping down her leg, but she had never seen JJ so shaken up. She didn’t peg him as the squeamish type, so she couldn’t really understand what’s got him so freaked out.
“Jay…” She whispered softly, placing her hands over his. He finally looked up at her, sniffling slightly and it was then she noticed how red his eyes looked—though she wasn’t sure if that was because he was crying (or trying his hardest not to) or if he had just gotten some salt water in his eyes—but either way, she hated the broken look on his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you when you said we should head back.” He began to ramble, not seeming to have control over his words. “I shouldn’t have even thrown you in the water in the first place!”
“JJ, it’s okay.” She whispered, turning her body to face him as much as she could without moving her leg. “This isn’t your fault.”
“I’m still sorry—”
“Nope, no more apologising.” She scolded lightly, giving him a small—and hopefully comforting—smile. “C’mon, Doc, fix me up.” She added, nudging his shoulder a little. She relaxed a little when she saw the small smile on his face.
“Dr Maybank to your rescue.” He huffed out as he opened up the first aid kit, grabbing some wipes before he gently began to clean the wound and surrounding area. She watched him carefully, lip tugged between her teeth to contain her winces. She noticed the little crease between his eyebrows as he focused at the task at hand. If she didn’t feel a shooting pain down her leg every time he even touched it, she would’ve basked in the adorable scene of focused JJ.
“I think you need stiches.” JJ spoke up, staring at her wound with a thoughtful face.
She looked down at her leg, trying not to wince. It was a clean cut, probably from some broken glass hidden in the marsh. And it was deep, but Kiara didn’t think it was stitch-level deep.
“You’re being overdramatic, just need to wrap it up and dose myself up on some paracetamol.” Kie said with a roll of her eyes.
“Hey, I watched Grey’s Anatomy with Pope,” JJ said, hands on his hips as he looked between Kie and her leg. “I think that makes me pretty qualified to say that you need stitches.”
“You watched one episode, dumbass.” She scoffed. “Just drive back, I don’t need you performing amateur surgery on my knee.”
Except it had taken at least fifteen minutes before Kie finally convinced JJ that she was comfortable and fine and that he could stop fussing over her. He only narrowed his eyes at her before pressing a kiss to her forehead and handing her a joint, saying it would help with the pain.
“You know, it’s kinda cute.” Kie called out, moving her eyes away from the passing scenery as she looked at JJ from over her shoulder.
“What is?” He asked.
“Your little protective mama bear side.” She said with a snicker. JJ rolled his eyes in response, but there was a smile on his lips.
“Well excuse me for being a caring boyfriend.” He huffed out.
“I said it was cute!”
“Yeah, yeah! Whatever!”
“Uh oh, mama’s mad.”
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Give your heart a break
I did in fact scream about how much I hate and love the Bruins while in the middle of Kohl’s today, so there’s that. I also wore my Harvard hockey shirt again and another person asked me if I played for the team so next time someone asks I’m just saying yes.
This was requested ages ago (because y’all know I’m the worst when it comes to doing things in a timely manner), so I hope the anon who requested this likes it!
This was also inspired by Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato!
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You were on stage, loving the rush that every performance came with despite how tired you were. Now almost done with your second tour, you couldn’t believe this was your life. Your favorite song that you sang during this tour wasn’t even one of your own; Give Your Heart a Break was the only cover you performed. Every lyric seemed to mirror your relationship, despite being released before you were a teenager.
“Alright, we’re going to change things up a bit, and switch over to a song written by one of my favorite artists: Miss Demi Lovato. I hope you guys like it,” you say as the violin melody that provided the beat started to play, drawing out the sound of the crowd as you got lost in the song.
The day I first met you, you told me you’ll never fall in love.
Singing the song takes you back to that night at the bar, out with your friends in your hometown. Your friend, Rebecca insisted you go out to this particular bar when she found out the Vancouver Canucks were going to be there seeing as she was slightly too obsessed with the group of men. You weren’t too invested the reason why you were going there, you just wanted to go out with your friends before leaving for what was going to be a way too long, three month tour around North America, your first one ever.
“To Y/N and her tour!” Bex leads your friends toasting the first round, “let’s hope it’s successful so that when she comes back she can pay for our drinks!”
You roll your eyes, everyone agreeing as you sarcastically say, “Very funny.” They continue to banter, Bex with her eye on the hockey players sitting at the table across from yours. She was purposefully being loud enough for them to hear her say she knew someone going on tour, but that could mean a lot of things when you think about it. It was enough to catch the attention of some of them, causing them to look over and see what the commotion was about. But you weren’t too interested in anything. Leaving within the next week meant you had to focus on nothing besides your career.
Your friends kept talking about how excited they were for you, but you weren’t paying attention. Only one of the guys at the other table had caught your eye: you weren’t sure if it was because he looked tired and like he didn’t really want to be there, sort of like you, or because of something else, but there was something that drew you to him. Apparently you caught his eye, too, since the two of you spent about five minutes doing what your friend would probably refer to as ‘eye fucking,’ even though you really hated that term. She would think that you were both mentally undressing each other, both of you fully aware of what was going on.
You get up to get yourself another drink, praying that he would follow you to the bar. If he did, you would talk to him. But, no, you couldn’t start anything. Who the hell starts something and then leaves for three months? It’s not like you were the type of person who did a hookup, either, but who knows? No, wait. You were overthinking things, like normal. How the hell do you even know what he wants? You don’t unless he tells you. He had to follow you to the bar first.
You order your drink, your back turned towards your friends and the Canucks. “Put it on my tab,” you hear from behind you as you’re about to hand the bartender your card. You turn around, seeing the tired boy standing behind you, trying to weasel his way next to you. “Quinn,” he introduces himself, “I hope you don’t mind. If you don’t want it I’ll just drink it and have you pay for another one.”
You laugh at how nervous he sounds, introducing yourself and telling him it was fine that he was buying the drink for you. “My friends said next time I’m home, drinks are on me, so might as well save up while I can.”
“You have that tour coming up, right?” he asks, you shocked that he would even know that before remembering how loud Bex was. Hockey players didn’t strike you as the type of guys to listen to your music, but then again, you remember Rebecca saying this team was watching Gossip Girl together, so anything was possible. “Sorry, I kinda listen to your music. What’s it called, the By the Book Tour?”
You groan at hearing someone say the name out loud. “I really actually love that you listen to my music but it is so important to me that you know I did not come up with that name.”
He laughs, starting a conversation about your music, his hockey, everything else in between. The conversation somehow managed to get really deep really fast. “Wait, but you have all those songs about being in love and the perfect guy and all that stuff.”
“Well, yeah, since I’m still new in the industry I have to write what sells and ‘build a fan base’ as my manager says before I can start writing what I really feel,” you say, rolling your eyes, “And I think I was in love and falling out of love when I wrote those songs, but I don’t know what real love is. You don’t know what it is until you actually experience it.”
“So you don’t think you’ve been in love before?” he asks.
“No. Have you?”
He stops for a minute, trying to think before shaking his head, “Nope. I don’t think I ever will be.”
You look at him, shocked that he would even admit something like that to someone he just met. “Really? Never? You don’t think there’s someone out there for you that you could fall in love with?”
“Nah. Who’s got the time? I mean, traveling for most of the year for hockey? How can I? You’ve got to understand: you’re about to be traveling for three straight months and then who knows what comes next. How can you even find time for love?”
“I don’t know,” you shrug, thinking about it seriously for the first time, “I think that,” you pause, trying to find the words, “I think that everyone is destined for love, regardless of how they get there. People who don’t want it might just be afraid of the pain that would come with losing it.”
He looks at you, eyebrows raised, not like he’s shocked but impressed, instead. “I can tell you write your own songs,” he takes a long sip of his drink, finishing off the glass, “That was pretty poetic.”
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You look out at the crowd, knowing exactly where they were sitting. He had the biggest smile on his face, the other guys, surprisingly, looking like they were enjoying themselves, too.
Now here we are, so close, yet so far. Haven’t I passed the test? When will you realize: baby, I’m not like the rest?
After a month on tour, one of your shows happened to be in the same town that the Canucks were playing that night, so Quinn had suggested you meet up after your show and his game for drinks. It seemed that a lot of your upcoming tour dates and his away games matched up, some sort of weird but welcome coincidence.
“Hey, Quinn!” you say as soon as you see him, practically jumping up from the table where you were waiting for him. You two had been talking nonstop since the night you met, but his words always haunted you, changing the flutter in your heart when his name popped up to absolute heartbreak: he doesn’t think he’ll ever be in love. Especially when you were sure you were falling in love with him.
“Hey, how was the show?” he says, wrapping you in a tight hug. Even after just playing a game, he smelt so good.
“It was fine, not one of my best, but hey, the fans seemed to love it. As long as they’re happy, I’m happy,” you say. The trust was, you were already exhausted. Before every show, it seemed like, you were doing nonstop conferences, photoshoots, other promos like meet and greets, having your manager talk to you about your set list as if it weren’t the same each night, rehearsal, sound checks, costume, wardrobe, and so much more. You weren’t sure you had more than five hours of sleep in the last three days. You weren’t exactly sure how you were going to keep up.
“You’re exhausted already?” he asks, as if he were reading your mind. You look at him, confused how he could have known that. “Even under the makeup you’re still wearing from tonight, I can see the bags under your eyes. Look, they’re the same as mine,” he says, laughing, pointing to his eyes.
“I just, I knew it was going to be hard, but wow, I never thought it would be like this,” you admit, laughing at how that sounds. Something worth it is never easy, so why should this be any different.
“But you love it, so who cares?” he asks.
“Very true.” The two of you sit there in silence for a moment, surprised it wasn’t as awkward as you expected it to be. “Can I ask you something?”
“Always.”
“Are you afraid of love?” you ask, bluntly. But after that night you met, you had to know. It had been swirling around in your head the time. The more you talked to him, the more you swear you could see yourself falling in love with him if you could spend time with him, like you were right now, but was it worth falling in love with someone who didn’t love you back?
He looks slightly shocked at the question, but you could tell it was something he had thought about before. “Well, I wouldn’t say afraid. I just don’t think right now it’s worth it. I mean, before I moved to Vancouver, girls would say they liked me because they thought I was going to be a professional athlete. So I would end up falling for them, then when I wasn’t in the NHL fast enough for their liking, they would dump me, and I’d be left just, standing there,” he says, not making eye contact with you. You can see his face getting red, obviously getting a little upset but trying to hold it in. “I mean, I don’t have time, you’re the only girl I talk to at this point who isn’t dating one of the other guys and isn’t my mom.”
You don’t know why, but hearing that from him made you want to cry. Unable to look at him, you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from doing that, pushing the food on your plate around with your fork. You were right there, constantly flirting with each other while you were on the phone, anytime Quinn was with the guys you could hear them teasing him about how excited he got when your name popped up on his phone, or when your songs came on the radio. Your band knew that when you were alone, you were probably talking to Quinn, getting to the point where they had some sort of code word to talk about you and him.
You thought he liked you. You were so close to getting him, and you thought that’s what he wanted. If he asked you out on a real date right then, not just two friends getting together, you would say yes with no hesitation. When is he going to understand that you aren’t those girls from his home who would dump him when he wasn’t doing what you wanted him to with hockey? Who does something like that anyway?
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You felt like you were staring at him the entire time you were singing, knowing that he couldn’t take his eyes off you either.
On Sunday you went home alone, there were tears in your eyes. I call your cell phone, my love, but you did not reply.
Another night on tour, another night where your schedule lined up with the Canucks away games. You had no idea where you were at this point, you just knew you were exhausted, leaving in the morning for the next city and planning on sleeping on the bus the entire time, praying there was no reason for anyone to bother you when you arrived in the next city Sunday night.
After the show, Quinn had invited you out again, the guys celebrating some big win that you didn’t know the significance of. You really didn’t care that much, especially since it was something that made him happy, so you went along and met him anyway, despite the fact that your veins had more coffee and energy drinks coursing through them than they did actual blood. You were getting there after the guys were, trying to find their table. The bar was crowded enough as it was, trying to find them taking way too long.
“Where’s that singer girl?” one of them asked. You still didn’t know his teammates well enough by name to know who said it, all you could tell was that he was blonde.
“She should be on here by now,” Quinn says, checking his phone to see if you had sent him anything. He had no idea you were a few feet away.
“Look at Huggy bear, already whipped by a girl he won’t close on,” another one teases.
“Ok, first of all, I am not whipped. She’s my friend. Second off, we will not talk about her like that, regardless of if she’s coming here right now or not,” you hear Quinn trying to defend you, even though the boys kept teasing him about you. Whatever, part of your career was criticism, this was just part of it.
You finally make your way through the people to get to the table, Quinn’s eyes lighting up when he sees you. You had to admit, you melted a little seeing him, despite him just putting you in the friendzone, him not knowing that you heard that. But were you really ready to sit with his friends knowing that they were teasing him about you?
“I thought you weren’t coming,” Quinn whispers into your ear, pulling you in for a hug and sending chills down your spine.
“And miss seeing you again? Please, I’m always up for seeing a friend,” you say. You swear he flinched when you said friend, but he said it first in your defense. You could already tell this night was going to end badly somehow, and none of you wanted to find out how.
He leads you over to the table of guys, none of them seeming to notice that you and Quinn had returned. The entire night was pretty much spent with Quinn pretty much ignoring you and only paying attention to the guys. They acted like you weren’t even there.
“I’m going to go get another drink,” you say, annoyed at Quinn, motioning to the empty bottle sitting in front of you.
Quinn nods, getting up with you “I’ll come with you.” You feel his hand on the small of your back, leading you from behind through the crowd to the bar. You couldn’t help your heart beating faster at this touch, something so intimate even though it probably meant nothing to him. The two of you sit down, you obviously bothered by the way the night was going. “Hey, I’m sorry for the guys,” Quinn apologizes, studying your face, “Are you ok?”
“No,” you admit. “You’ve been ignoring me the entire night. What’s the matter with you?”
He bites his lip, looking back and forth between you and the guys while he tries to figure out what to say. “The guys think I’m falling in love with you so they tease me about it.”
You stare at him for a moment. Could the guys be right? Could Quinn actually have the same feelings about you that you did for him? “Well are you?” you ask, knowing that it was the alcohol in your system.
“Am I what?”
“Are you falling in love with me?”
“No.”
“Oh,” is all you can let out, looking down at the drink the bartender had given you. You didn’t want to drink it. Honestly, you just wanted to throw it in his face and storm out. You couldn’t believe he was doing this to you. You look up at him, his face red, him not able to make eye contact with you. He was lying. You know he was.
“I can’t,” he says, his voice small and wavering like he was about to cry.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. You can, too, fall in love, because you know what? I’m falling in love with you, and my schedule is just as busy as yours. So stop being afraid of letting people in because you don’t want to get hurt. All that does is hurt the people around you who are trying to care for you.” You sit there for a second, waiting for his response. When he doesn’t say anything, you get up and leave, before he can see you crying.
You take out your phone, trying to dial Bex as you make your way back to the hotel you were staying in. “Hey, babe, what’s up? It’s late.”
“I hate him,” you sob into your phone, knowing it wasn’t true. “He was so close to telling me he loved me, and he just looked at me and said he won’t.”
“Whoa, whoa, back up. What do you mean?” she says. You recount the night to her, Quinn not paying attention to you and then pretty much breaking your heart right there. “Ugh. what a bitch. He should be lucky to love you.”
You can’t help but smile, even though you were still upset about what had happened. You hear your phone beeping. Taking a look at the incoming call, you decline it, “He’s trying to call me.”
“Nope. Don’t answer.”
“Not gonna. Not for a while.”
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You open your eyes, not even realizing that you had them closed. For a moment, it seemed like you were just singing to him, no one else around you even though you knew the venue was full.
When your lips are on my lips, and our hearts beat as one, but you slip out of my fingertips every time you run.
“So how does it feel knowing that this is the last night of your first full tour,” Bex says on the other end of the phone. The last night was in Vancouver, meaning that all of your friends who said goodbye to you three months ago finally got to see you again, and go out and celebrate with you again.
“I’m so ready to sleep in my own bed, I’m fucking exhausted,” you tell her, sitting in the dressing room and looking at yourself in the mirror. You still had three more hours before you were supposed to take the stage, but you could already hear the audience going crazy. It felt so surreal, traveling around America and performing in front of thousands of people every night. You had never in your wildest dreams thought you would actually be doing this.
Your thoughts and reminiscing are interrupted by a knock on your door. “Hey, Bex. I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight? You have the passes ready to see me right after the show?”
“Yep, love ya, you’re gonna kill it. See ya,” she says, hanging up.
“Come in!” you call, not getting up from your seat. You were sure it was your manager, who always insisted that you stay in your seat instead of ‘tiring yourself and using energy to get the door.’ The door opens, seeing him in the reflection of your mirror. Practically jumping out of your chair, you run over to him, having not seen him since that night you left crying. “What are you doing here?”
The two of you had been talking again, but it took a while for you to be able to get comfortable with him again. Being told that someone refuses to fall in love with you is heartbreaking, especially when you were in love with them. But at this point, all you had to do was focus on the tour and repress your feelings, and you were doing pretty well until you saw him in your doorway.
“Something I should have done a long time ago,” Quinn says, his hands snaking their way around your waist. His lips crash to yours, you stunned by what was going on before relaxing into it. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging the soft strands when his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your mind went blank, still unable to process that he was actually here.
He finally pulls away, your foreheads resting against each other, both of you with smiles on your face. “I don’t understand?” you say. He said he couldn’t love you. You talked all the time about how you weren’t really the ‘hook-up types.’ So why did he just kiss you? Why was he here before your show?
“I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut, “I don’t want the pain of losing someone, so I close myself off. You are everything to me. I don’t think I let myself fall in love because I never found someone who I could see myself being with until I met you.”
“You’re not going to run away this time, are you?”
“No.”
Another knock at your door startles you before you can say or do anything else. Your manager pokes their head in, “We need you for the pre-show warm-ups?” they ask, as if you were able to say no. “Are you staying here or finding a seat?” they motion to Quinn.
“Finding a seat,” he says, running his hand through his hair.
“I’ll see you after?” you say to him, giving him another quick kiss before running out to get ready for the final show of the tour.
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You finish the song, the crowd cheering. You find Quinn and the boys sitting in their seats. You go through the rest of the show, still not able to pry your eyes away from Quinn. The second you saw him sitting the crowd, you nearly started crying; he had said he wasn’t going to be able to see you on this tour because of his hockey season. So not only did he technically lie, he surprised you and took all the guys to see you perform, too.
After the show, you can hear the guys coming back to see you through the closed door of your dressing room. Opening it before they can knock, you nearly knock Quinn over, jumping into his arms and kissing him right in front of the guys.
“Who woulda thought that Q here would have actually landed a girl?” Brock asks.
“Hey, it was bound to happen at some point, look at the child,” Jake adds, “Even if it was with someone who sings about love all the time,” he teases you.
“I make just as much money as you do and all you do is chase a small rubber thing over a slippery surface. At least I create music people listen to while most of your fans just yell at you to shoot the puck,” you shoot back, the guys laughing.
“Come on, give her a break,” Quinn finally adds, “I mean look at her, how could I not love her?” he asks, the guys groaning at how mushy he was as as you plant a kiss on his cheek.
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Careful Touches Are The Most Important ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic
HERE WE HAVE A WONDERFUL ANON PROMPT WITH A CACOPHONY OF CHARACTERS, AND THOUGH IT GETS EMOTIONAL, IT’S ALL BE HAPPY IN THE END! LET’S DO THIS!
TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @ericleederekson @ericlee-derekson and @darkipli-ler
Allow me to state something to you that is completely indisputable: Eric Derekson deserved all the love in the damned world. I can think of no-one kinder, sweeter, or more selfless than this gentle gentleman. He was the definition of manners, and spontaneous acts of kindness, of innocent affection and a heart of pure, warm gold. That’s why it’s especially terrible, that this man suffers. It’s no secret that Eric hasn’t had the best experiences, with the loss of his siblings and mother thus leaving him in the “care” of his father. Affection stopped being a thing in Eric’s life at that point, and the way Eric perceived things he used to like changed drastically too. Affectionate things he used to like, like tickling for instance, were ruined by his father intermingling it with “character-building rough-housing”.
So even now that Eric was living with the rest of the egos rather than his father, all that stuff still stayed with him. Even when his heart ached when he saw his friends tickling each other, he couldn’t muster up the courage to try and join in, out of pure fear. He knew none of the egos would ever hurt him, since they all told him every day that they loved him to pieces, but that fear still remained. Like now. Eric had been wandering about the manor looking for company, when he’d heard some very loud squealing coming from somewhere, so of course he set off to find the source. When he found it, he smiled affectionately. In Dark’s study, Dark had Anti pinned down on his front on the rug and was tickling the hell out of his ribs, making the wild septic thrash and squeal and glitch as he laughed his head off.
‘FAHAHAHACK NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!’
Eric blushed at seeing Dark chuckle, before he let up and stood, allowing Anti to giggle residually and curl up on the rug like a slightly feral cat.
‘You should know by now that’s what happens when you mess with my things, glitch bitch.’
‘Bihihite me ehemo boy!’
Dark snickered and rolled his eyes, smoothing down his suit jacket, but then Eric very much felt like a deer in headlights. Dark had spotted him. The charismatic man smiled in surprise at seeing Eric loitering at his doorway, and immediately beckoned to him.
‘Eric? What a nice surprise, I’ve just finished teaching Anti a little lesson.’
Eric smiled a little, and held back a giggle when Anti blew a raspberry in the air up at Dark, making the suave man roll his eyes, before smiling to Eric again.
‘Please, come in, what brings you to my office?’
Eric smiled lightly, shuffling over the threshold as he replied.
‘I-I ah, I just heard the squealing and stuff, I-I wanted to see if e-everything was okay…’
Both Dark and Anti’s expressions softened with fondness, Eric’s sweet, loving heart never ceased to amaze them both. Dark replied to him with a grin.
‘Everything is quite alright Eric, I assure you. I was merely giving Anti what he deserved.’
Dark smirked to Anti, who glared back playfully at him as he retorted.
‘After what you just did, you’d better watch your back Darky.’
‘Ahaaww, it’s adorable how you think I could ever be intimidated by someone as ticklish as you, Glitchy.’
Anti admittedly did blush a little at Dark’s chuckly purr, before settling for sticking his tongue out at him. The whole thing made Eric smile because of how playful and sweet it was, and especially because it was coming from the two people who were often quite intimidating. Then, Anti caught Eric smiling, and his curiosity reared its head now as he gave his attention to the meek man.
‘Hey Eric….ya wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would ya? Ya look like the kinda guy who’d be ticklish.’
Now Eric was blushing. Initially he felt a little twinge of happy flusteredness at the teasy question….however, as always, that soon diminished in favour of a far less pleasant feeling. Crippling anxiety hit him as his memories of tickling re-surfaced in his mind, thus making him bow his head, and reply quietly and shakily.
‘I-I am….b-but uhm…..i-it doesn’t make me f-feel great. M-My dad used to t-tickle me, but I always ended up u-uhm….n-not being able to breathe, and being achy all over. My dad sort of….did it t-to test my stamina r-rather than to play….’
Dark and Anti’s faces both went slack then, for they were both beyond enraged. It’s the kind if rage that’s so intense that it just makes you go all cold inside, and Dark and Anti felt sickened that Eric’s father had fucked up one of the most fun experiences in the world. They shared a look with each other, and silently agreed that they weren’t going to stand for this. Anti got to his feet as Dark took a step towards Eric, speaking gently.
‘I’m sure you know this Eric….but that is so far away from what tickling is meant to be like. It’s meant to take away pain and stress and anxiety, not cause such horrid feelings.’
As Dark spoke, Eric fidgeted with his fingers and handkerchief, nodding shakily before replying in his wavy voice.
‘I-I kn-know, a-and I w-wish I f-felt that way…..b-but I don’t know how….’
It was true, Eric truly wanted to be able to enjoy tickling, because he saw how happy it made others and he wanted to experience that too….but he had no idea how to even make the first step, or what the first step would even be. Luckily, he wasn’t alone. Meanwhile, Dark and Anti were repressing their natural urge to teleport away to find whatever hovel Eric’s father was in and completely destroy him. Eric was the priority here, and they were going to keep their focus on him. Dark was speechless, unsure of what exactly to say, but Anti luckily had an idea.
‘We….we could help ya. We could help ya feel better about it. If we were gentle with ya, just eased ya into the feelings super gently….d’ya think you’d be up for that?’
Anti’s voice was tentative and careful, which Dark found admirable, along with the idea itself, before he looked at Eric curiously to see what he’d say. Eric nibbled his lip nervously at the suggestion….but he knew what he wanted. He wanted to be happy, and he could see in Dark and Anti’s faces that that’s what they wanted for him too. He took a breath, and then another, and then another….then he replied.
‘Uhm….w-well…..I-I do trust you b-both…..you p-promise you’d be careful, a-and stop if I said s-stop?’
Anti smiled and immediately nodded, and Dark smiled affectionately to Eric as he spoke.
‘We promise. Contrary to popular belief, we can be very gentle. Especially Anti here, you should see how he babies little Robbie.’
Dark commented playfully, which made Eric smile, especially when Anti gave Dark’s shoulder a shove as he retorts indignantly.
‘Oh says you! You’d think you were secretly a monochrome Google with how much you baby Oliver!’
Dark and Anti now found themselves glaring at each other, honestly, the banter never stopped with these two! Until, that is, when Eric let out a giggle at their antics. That snapped them to attention. Dark and Anti looked to him, and Eric smiled bashfully when Dark purred.
‘Now that’s a sweet little sound….I’d rather like to hear it again, what about you Anti?’
‘Ooohhh yes please! Whaddaya say Eric? Ya want us to make ya giggle for a little while?’
Eric’s face got pinker at their teasiness and eagerness, and he bashfully nodded to them.
‘Y-Yeah….yeah I-I’d like that.’
They both grinned, and Dark offered Eric his arm as Anti giggled and rubbed his hands together excitedly.
‘Excellent. Now, let’s get you somewhere nice and comfy.’
Eric smiled, and linked arms with Dark as Anti bounded ahead of them both, and they decided they would head to Dark’s room since it had a King size comfy bed which would give all three of them plenty of room. They ended up all lying on it together, with Eric in the middle of the two s-called “intimidating” egos. Eric’s arms were folded across his tummy, and he was playing with his handkerchief only a little because of the comfiness of the bed making him feel more relaxed. Eric smiled at Dark and Anti gratefully, and as he did so the latter grinned and spoke in a teasy whisper.
‘Hey Eric….are you blushing?’
Eric averted his gaze, his smile widening adorably as he mumbled.
‘…..y-yeah….’
Anti giggled, damn Eric was cute. Then Dark grinned, and made Eric hum contentedly as he stroked one of his cheeks affectionately.
‘Are you already flustered Eric? Because you know that we’re going to tease you and make you our giggly darling?’
Eric giggled and wordlessly nodded, hiding his face in his handkerchief already. Anti and Dark shared a fond look, before Dark trailed his fingers down to Eric’s neck, tracing the skin with his blunt nails as he crooned.
‘Now tell me Eric, does this tickle?’
Eric gasped in surprise at the initial feeling. It was so soft, and yet it still tickled….and it was perfect. Eric’s arms were free, he could move, he could breathe….and he could giggle and actually enjoy the tickly feeling. He nodded sweetly, still hiding his face.
‘Y-Yehes!’
Dark smiled happily, and Anti smirked as he cooed softly in Eric’s ear.
‘Do you like it?’
Eric softly squeaked as Dark’s fingernails trailed up and down his neck, giving him sweet goose-bumps as he stuttered happily.
‘I-Ihihihi d-dohoho….’
Dark and Anti grinned happily, and Dark kept up his tickling as Anti decided to lean into the free side of Eric’s neck. Eric gasped when he felt Anti start to nuzzle against his skin as he mumbled playfully.
‘You’re so waaarmmm….’
Eric giggled even more now, but everything was still so gentle and enjoyable for the sweet, sensitive guy. Eric whined though, because Anti’s teasy was so flustery for him.
‘A-Ahahahantihihiiii sh-shuhuhuush….’
Anti giggled at the whine, and Dark chuckled and mused.
‘Oh Eric, the day Antisepticeye goes quiet is the day hell freezes over.’
Eric snorted, and Anti promptly flipped Dark off so he could carry on nuzzling into the crook of Eric’s neck. This made Dark chuckle again, and muse in a deeper, teasier voice.
‘Wow, you must be especially warm and nuzzlable if Anti won’t even take the time to retort to me…..I think I should investigate this myself.’
Uh oh. Eric soon found himself yipping, wriggling, and letting out streams of gentle squeaks as Dark now nuzzled his neck too. Both of them were gentle in their nuzzling, letting their scruffy beards do most of the work as Eric whined again cutely.
‘Y-Yohohohour b-beheheards a-ahare tihihickly!’
They both snickered, and Dark replied matter-of-factly.
‘That is rather the point, frankly its tickling prowess is the only reason I tolerate my beard.’
Anti let out a laugh as Eric continued to giggle his happy heart out. The pair of them kept nuzzling his neck for a few more moments, before deciding to let up, lean up and look down at Eric. They wanted to take the utmost care with the sweet man, and Anti grinned affectionately as Eric’s giggles carefully wound down.
‘How’re ya doin so far down there?’
Eric now tentatively moved his hands away from his face, and his ticklers thought they were going to combust in adoration at the sight of the bright blush and wide smile on his face as Eric replied.
‘G-Gohohood….y-you’re both uhum….r-really g-good ahat this…’
Anti beamed proudly, and Dark smirked and tapped the tip of Eric’s nose as he replied.
‘We do aim to please.’
Eric giggled at that, but then ended up gulping when Anti leant down towards him, and purred playfully.
‘Hey Eric….I noticed that you’ve got a tummy.’
Eric sucked in his tummy reflexively as he mumbled.
‘…..m-mhmm….’
Anti giggled at his reaction, before cooing.
‘I really reeeally wanna tickle it….you okay with that?’
Eric gulped again, but out of excited anticipation rather than anxiety. So he nodded with a sweet smile as his tummy started to tremble.
‘Y-YeahI’mokaywiththat….’
Anti gave Eric a soft kiss on the cheek as Dark crooned gently.
‘You are too cute for words, we should have done this so much sooner.’
Eric smiled bashfully at how tender they were both being, before his premature giggles started as his two tender ticklers shifted down to his tummy. Dark and Anti pushed up his t-shirt together, making him cover his mouth as he watched them smirk at the sight of his bare tummy, all ready to be tickled. Dark hummed happily as he placed one of his palms on Eric’s stomach, whilst Anti purred.
‘So soft and pretty….and I think it’s very, very ticklish.’
‘Oh I agree, we haven’t even begun and our little Eric is oh so giggly.’
Dark crooned, and Eric whined through his giggles; he couldn’t help it, he was just so flustered!
‘Ihi cahan’t help ihit!’
Dark and Anti chuckled fondly, before deciding thee had been enough suspense. Eric let out a delighted squeal as Dark and Anti used a hand each to softly scratch over his tummy. Eric’s giggles were high-pitched and more intense, but he was still incredibly happy, which Anti and Dark happily noticed.
‘Ahaaaww you sound like you really like thiiiis!’
Anti cooed, and by this point Eric’s hands were flapping in the air as he replied.
‘I-Ihihihit reheheally reheheheheally tihihihickles!!!’
His ticklers chuckled at that, still scratching away at his belly as Dark now cooed.
‘So your tummy’s quite the tickle spot? I like that, you can tickle a tummy in sooo many ways….’
Anti grinned at Dark then, because he always admired how fucking amazing Dark was a teasing, and the glitch giggled fondly when Eric squealed. Dark had decided to growl, lean down, and rub his bristly beard against Eric’s belly.
‘EEK! N-Nahahat the beheheheard!’
Eric squeaked adorably. Eric had never felt anything more tickly than Dark’s beard before, but he really liked it, there were so many bristles and they just tickled so much of his tummy all at once! Dark chuckled into Eric’s tummy, purring happily.
‘Ohohooo what a perfect, soft belly, Anti you really must have a feel.’
‘Don’t mind if I do!’
Eric’s eyes widened at Anti’s giddy reply, and before he knew it he was letting out a myriad of snorts and squeals as BOTH his ticklers now used their bristly beards against his belly. They were nuzzling him just like how they’d both nuzzled his neck, making him jump and tremble with ticklish delight as he sweetly babbled.
‘N-Nahahaha nahahat fahahahair! Y-Yohohou c-cahahan’t bohohoth nuhuhuzzle!’
They both snickered at that, and Anti whined playfully into his skin.
‘But you’re too perfect to resiiiist, ya can’t expect either of us to wait our turn! That wouldn’t be fair!’
Eric giggled harder, still flapping his hands about giddily as he exclaimed.
‘D-Dohohon’t t-t-teheheeease!!!’
Anti giggled with him, grinning brightly as his eyes gleamed teasingly.
‘Awww, can’t you handle it?’
Eric could only whine in response, his flustered embarrassment really reaching its peak. Then though, as Dark moved his nuzzling down to Eric’s waistline, the man bucked with a yelp and called out.
‘A-AH! NAHATTHERESTAHP!’
Anti and Dark immediately reared up and stopped, and Eric gasped and soon relaxed with a happy smile in place….because they’d both stopped when he’d asked them to. They’d kept their promise, and despite the happiness the tickling provided…..this was actually the most important part of the whole thing. Anti and Dark watched Eric patiently, smiling at him as they watched how he seemed to remain happy….and their smiles spread into grins of proper relief when Eric spoke softly to them.
‘Thahank y-you….’
The two of them immediately crawled back up to be either side of him. Eric let out a happy hum when Anti curled up into his side to snuggle him, whilst Dark gently stroked his hair.
‘You are very welcome Eric. We’re always going to be here to make you happy, whenever you need us to.’
Eric beamed, and replied through a cute yawn.
‘Thank you…..maybe next time I’ll last longer….’
Dark grinned at that, and as he draped his arm over Eric and they both closed their eyes, he heard Anti sleepily mumble.
‘That’s the spirit….’
The three of them then napped together, and none of them had felt safer or happier in their entire lives. Because I can guarantee you, that no matter the situation or hurt or pain or damage….you will always feel safest when you are not alone.
WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX
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