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the-blind-assassin-12 · 3 months

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Change of Plans

A/N: Although I am SEVERAL days late at this point, this is a gift for @something-tofightfor - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHAEL! I hope your day was all that you wanted it to be, and that this year is the best fucking one yet. I so badly wanted this to be done in time, but you know me. Anywho, I love your guts and I hope you enjoy this chaotic little cake I whipped up with the help of one of your favorite cowboys.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: listen, don't do what Reader does here. Other than that... just some language. It's very tame. But don't do it.

Summary: Jack is there on business. You're there for pleasure.

He noticed you right away.

Sitting in the waiting area near gate A-7, right leg crossed over your left and an open book in one hand, you caught his eye -

Well hello, gorgeous.

- and he had to repeatedly free his focus from your direction, reminding himself why he was at the airport in the first place.

Damn it, Agent, you’ve got a job to do.

You turned the page of the book you were reading, letting out a sigh and stretching your neck, and Jack adjusted his position on the barstool he occupied so that he was forced to change his line of sight. He cleared his throat, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. The bold, smoky flavor of the deep amber whiskey coated his tongue, and by the time he swallowed he was back on his task.

He’d been sent to locate and detain a known associate of a crime boss that Statesman was attempting to bring down. Intel gathered from Agents assigned to the case suggested that the associate - a mid level player who occasionally dealt in black market weapons - would be traveling through Louisville on his way to meet with the mysterious and nefarious man they knew only as The Gatekeeper. The current theory was that The Gatekeeper was operating out of San Francisco - or more specifically, out of a secret underwater lair that was built into one of the foundational structures of the Golden Gate Bridge, hence his nickname. But Statesman had been unable to confirm that yet. Catching up with the Gatekeeper’s gun runner was their best bet when it came to pinning down his location for sure, and since he had the most experience with facial recognition and planting trackers, the assignment had gone to Agent Whiskey.

So let’s find this shit kicker and get on with it so I can get on with… He resisted the urge to turn back in your direction.

Setting his glass down on the cork coaster it was served to him on, he brought his newly emptied hand up to tap the arm of his gold wire glasses. At the touch of his fingertip, the stealth lens screens activated, and he used them to scan the faces of the people moving through the terminal. So far none had hit as a match for the Gatekeeper’s associate, but since the man was clever enough to book himself tickets on multiple flights that day to make it harder for anyone who might be looking to follow him, Jack had to keep checking until he either found his target or the last of those flights had taken off.

I’ll find him. Soon as he shows up I’ll-

But Jack didn’t even need to finish the thought, because his lenses detected the person he’d been waiting for before he could. Just as he was about to get up from his seat and position himself to intercept his target, though, he saw something else flash across his lenses.

Mission directive has changed. Do not detain. Intel from Kingsman suggests associate may also be working with Golden Circle remnants in Canada. New directive is only to place the tracker and not to pursue until we know for sure who he is meeting. Agents in Vancouver and San Francisco have been put on alert and will be activated as needed.

Jack blinked twice to acknowledge Ginger’s message, then used the movement of his eyes to send a question in response.

Received. Return to HQ?

He had his jet on standby there at the airport in the event that he needed to abscond with The Gatekeeper’s man, and he assumed that since that was no longer necessary, Champ and Ginger would want him to come back and await further information. Keeping one eye on his target, he used the other to read the new message that flashed across his lens, finding it to be a surprise.

Negative. Don’t want to risk the chance of counter tracking. Take the Pony somewhere for a few days first. Vegas or Denver are preferable but Mexico City is also available.

Well, shoot. Looks like I’m takin’ a vacation. My favorite kind of mission.

Ginger had listed cities where Statesman owned properties that were reserved for off duty use - for when Agents had to lay low for a while, or for when they needed a safe place to recover from injuries sustained in the line of duty. There were several more located around the world, but judging by the selection that was presented to him, they wanted him to stay close enough to either have him back in Kentucky in a matter of hours, or send him to California or British Columbia in a pinch when the intel on who the associate was meeting with came back.

Received. Target inbound. Contact when directive complete.

With that, he lifted his finger up to tap the arm of his glasses once more, the screens deactivating so that he could remove them, folding them for safe storage in the inner pocket of his jacket. In a turn of luck, his mark headed straight for the bar he was seated at and sat down two stools over. He showed no signs of having made Jack for a secret operative, not even bothering to look in his direction as he ordered a drink from the bartender.

Perfect.

Jack’s grin was imperceptible as he used his thumb and pointer finger to pull one of the small “buttons” from the cuff of his jacket sleeve. Flattening it with a tight pinch, he dropped the bio-tracker into his own beverage and watched as it dissolved into the liquid. It finished just as the bartender placed a rocks glass of whiskey on a coaster in front of Jack’s target. He waited for the other man to take a sip, and then he closed the distance, scooting over one stool so that he was right next to him, and then he greeted the man with a jovial tone.

“Did my ears deceive me just now, or did I hear you order the Statesman 12 year, my friend?” Jack pointed to the other man’s glass while holding his own.

The other man turned to face Jack, a semi-scowl on his face, his annoyance over being addressed by a seemingly drunken stranger as a “friend” clearly written in gray-green eyes. “What?” He glanced down at Jack’s glass and then at his own. “Oh.” He grunted and gave Jack a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “Yeah. You drinking the same, I take it?” He arched one eyebrow and turned back to face the television screen behind the bar without waiting for the answer to the question he’d just asked.

“Smoothest bourbon there is.” Jack held up his glass, inspecting the contents. To anyone else’s eye - even the man beside him - it would appear as though he were simply appreciating the way the overhead lights streaked through the rich amber liquid. In truth, he was making sure that the button-turned-tracker had been completely infused into the drink. Seeing that it was, he glanced over and caught his mark with his own glass midway to his lips once more.

Slow down there, son, leave some for our toast.

Reaching for the man’s elbow, he stopped him from draining the last of his beverage. “How about we both raise our glasses to good taste and safe travels?”

The other man jerked his arm away as though he’d been burned, the motion accompanied by a deeply frustrated sigh. Checking his watch, he rolled his eyes and shook his head at Jack. “Sure Fine. Just make it quick, I have a flight to catch.”

As he presented his glass for the toast, Jack aggressively clinked the rim of his against it - with just enough force so that some of his drink had sloshed into the other man’s glass without him noticing. “Quick it is. Safe travels.”

“Uh huh.” The sketch of a scowl was back as the man nodded again, knocking back the remainder of his drink, including the tracker. “Same to you.” With that, he slapped a fifty on the bar and left his empty glass, on his way to whatever gate would take him to whatever scumbag was waiting for him.

The Gatekeeper or the Golden Circle… or whoever the fuck else. We’ll know soon enough.

Taking his glasses back out of his pocket, Jack unfolded them and put them back on his face. With a tap of his finger the one-way screens hidden in the lenses activated again, and through a series of blinks and subtle eye movements, he sent confirmation of his mission back to Ginger Ale.

Tracker planted. Target in motion.

Before he got a response, though, he was distracted by a voice coming from over his shoulder. “Excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?”

He turned towards the speaker and his eyes widened, lips lifting into a slight grin when he saw that it was you.

Hot damn, she’s even prettier up close.

His grin grew at your sudden, small intake of breath when your eyes met. “All yours.” Using one hand, he pulled the stool out for you as Ginger’s message started to scroll across his field of vision.

You muttered a thank you as you chewed your lower lip. “You didn’t have to-”

Well done Agent Whiskey. The tracker is live and we are following its movement. Which location did you select?

“Now darlin’, what kind of gentleman would I be if I only did what I had to do?” He smiled, covertly answering Ginger’s question.

Not sure yet. Stay tuned.

You let out a sound that was almost a laugh, shrugging. “You’d be like most gentlemen I’ve known, I guess.”

Agent, we need to know-

Jack brought his hand up and tapped the side of his glasses, closing the communication screen and letting Ginger’s message go unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and it wouldn’t be the last. He always eventually got back to her and never made her wait too long. But his focus had been drawn to you all afternoon, and now that you were sitting directly beside him, he wasn’t going to rush the interaction he’d been putting off for hours.

“Then allow me to introduce to you a different kind.” He reached up and swept his hat from his head, laying it on the bartop, and extended his free hand to you. “Jack Daniels.”

– – –

15 Minutes Earlier…

You checked your watch with a sigh, noting that you still had a little under an hour before you’d be called for boarding.

It’s fine. That means I can start another chapter now. You rolled your eyes. I’ll need a new book for the flight home at this rate, though.

It was one of those flights that didn’t make sense - with a 4 hour layover in a city that was completely out of the way of your destination. But that was why you’d been able to find tickets for only $48 each way, less than three days out. Things at work had been hectic, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to get the time off until the very last minute. So even though it certainly wouldn’t have been your first choice if you’d been able to book it months ago when the trip was first brought up, you were perfectly content to take the unnecessary stopover in Louisville on your way to Las Vegas.

Doesn’t hurt when the people watching prospects are this interesting, either.

You glanced over at the nearby bar and the astoundingly attractive man seated there who’d snagged your attention as soon as he arrived. He, like a handful of others in the terminal, wore a dark felted Stetson But unlike most, it suited him. As did his perfectly tailored suit and-

Oh, fuck, he’s wearing glasses now. And they look damn good on him, too.

You cleared your throat and forced your thoughts back to your trip and your reason for taking the less than desirable layover. Even though it meant spending hours alone in an airport, you were excited, because it also meant being able to see several of your friends who lived far away, and being able to celebrate your birthday with them. Well, not just your birthday. The trip was meant to be a group celebration to make up for the fact that you hadn’t all been able to get together for a birthday in years. Since there happened to be two of you who had birthdays in January, that was the month that was chosen. But the dates that were settled on had included your actual birthday smack dab in the middle of them, and you were looking forward to having something fun to do with people you missed.

Which was why you groaned as you read the notification that popped up on your phone regarding the flight status.

Delayed - Mechanical Issues

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, closing the airline app and tapping your phone screen to open the group chat so you could fill the others in on your situation. Before you finished typing though, your phone vibrated in your hand and a picture popped up of two of your friends - Jess and Maddy - both wearing ear to ear smiles at Harry Reid International, the text from Jess simply reading two words followed by several exclamation marks: We’re here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kayla chimed in next, responding with an emphatic YAY! and sending a screenshot of her GPS, showing that she was just under 2 hours out. Be there so soon!

Nat still had her phone on airplane mode since she’d only taken off from LAX about an hour earlier, so you didn’t bother waiting for an update from her before you finished typing your own.

Bad news, my flight out of Louisville is delayed. :( Mechanical issues… No idea when I’ll be there now, but I’ll keep you all posted.

You sent the message and tucked your phone into the outer pocket of your bag as disappointment set in. As it was, the rest of your friends were already supposed to arrive half a day before you. But now, it was looking like you were going to miss out on the entire first day of the trip.

Or more.

Frowning at the thought, you tried not to let yourself get too upset until you had a better idea of your situation. You told yourself that it could be something quick and easy to remedy - maybe you’d only have to wait one more hour. Maybe less. Either way, you decided that since half of the group was already there, it meant that the vacation had unofficially started, and it was time you treated yourself to a drink.

And if I know Jess and Maddy, they’re doing the same right now.

You picked up your bag, slinging the strap over your shoulder, and headed towards the bar. It was moderately crowded, only a few stools left vacant scattered here and between other travelers. But as you got closer you noticed that the man you’d caught yourself spending more time watching than any of the others was still seated there - and that the seat beside him had just become empty.

Perfect timing.

That confidence lasted only until the man spun at the sound of your voice, and seeing him up close had nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.

Oh, shit. He’s-

By the time he’d given you his name along with his hand to shake, you’d noticed things about him that you hadn’t from across the room. Like the flecks of tan and gold that lightened his dark brown eyes, the distinct bow of his upper lip beneath his mustache and how it rested against the plush pillow of the lower one, the way you couldn’t see a stitch of leather on him aside from his boots, but the smell of it - along with bergamot - clung to him and made him even more appealing.

You swallowed, his warm hand wrapping around yours and squeezing as you managed to tell him your name. “It’s nice to meet you, Jack.”

Without letting go of your hand or releasing your eyes from the lock his own had on them, he repeated your name back to you, the sound of it making your face grow warm. “Pleasure’s all mine, I promise you.”

When he winked as he withdrew his hand, you knew you were screwed. You ordered yourself a drink - something local, a bourbon you’d not seen before called Statesman - and Jack, though approving of your choice, simply asked for a glass of water. As you brought the glass to your lips, another thought popped into your head.

But am I really screwed, though? Because… he seems just as interested as I am.

Over the next half hour, you and Jack made small talk and subtly flirted in smirks and glances. You asked him what brought him to the airport that day, to which he’d answered:

“Had some business here earlier. But that’s done, so the rest of my evening is completely free.”

You shook your head at that, taking another sip of your drink. Damn that’s good. “Don’t you have a flight to catch?”

At that, he grinned and spread his large hands wide. “Ah, well, that is one of the perks of being my own pilot.” He raised one eyebrow and leaned towards you. “I can leave whenever I choose.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. That definitely makes him even more attractive somehow, though.

You mouthed the word wow and let out a stunted laugh as you reached into your bag to retrieve your phone. Some time had passed and you were hoping that there would be another notification about the status of your delayed flight. “That must be nice.” You groaned as you saw that there was nothing new from the airline, and several texts from your friends expressing their dismay over your travel woes. Shaking the phone in your hand, you sighed. “I’m here on a layover that got delayed and the rest of my friends are already in Vegas.” Looking over at him, you wet your lips with your tongue. “I’d love to be able to just… hop in and take off whenever I wanted to.”

– – –

Well, shit. Did she just say Vegas?

Clearing his throat, Jack reached up to tap the arm of his glasses. Several missed messages came through at once, all from Ginger, but he blinked them away as he spoke. “Well, I know we’ve only just met, and I’m not trying to make any suggestions-” Though I could. “- But I happen to be going to Sin City myself tonight.” He had to contain his grin at the flash in your eyes as he used the nickname for the gambling town. “I’d be more than happy to take you with me.”

Destination selected. Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.

You sucked in a breath at his proposition, and though he knew you were likely considering saying no, he hoped you’d say yes. “I… Jack, I couldn’t ask you to-”

“You’re not. I’m askin’. I’ll show you my license and everything to prove that I’m legit, but darlin’, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to.” He tilted his head towards the window. “No tellin’ how long they’ll need to fix that bird, and if your friends are already there…” He trailed off and shrugged, returning his gaze to you. “My jet is fully fueled and ready to go. I could get you there so you don’t have to miss out too much. More than you already have, I mean.”

He could practically hear Ginger’s reply when it came through, but he fought the urge to let out a snort as he read it.

IT’S ABOUT TIME, AGENT. Make sure your friend buckles up. We’ll contact you when you can return to HQ.

You bit your lower lip again, and he couldn’t help but watch the way your teeth dug into your flesh. “I…” He saw the rest of your protest dissolve the same way the tracker had earlier, your eyes shifting from skeptical to excited until that’s all he saw in them. You laughed, then, lifting your hand and holding up one finger. “Alright. I’ll… yes. I’ll take you up on it. But on one condition.”

Received. Will await contact. Over.

Jack reached up to tap his glasses before removing them and stowing them in his pocket. He leaned in closer to you, concentrating on the quirk of your lips and the mixture of impulse and instinct in your eyes. “Let’s hear it.”

“You let me buy you a drink once we get there.” You said it over the rim of your glass as you finished the last of it, eyes on him as you swallowed.

An excuse to go out with a beautiful woman? That’s the condition?

Jack flashed you a smile. “I think those terms are more than agreeable, ma’am.”

– – –

What the fuck am I doing?

You half laughed at yourself, but at the same time there was something about Jack that made you feel like you could trust him. You were aware that that could be a danger in and of itself, but your gut told you he was a good man, and you had always felt that you were a good and accurate judge of character.

How’s it any different from meeting a guy and getting in his car with him? It’s not, really.

It was, and you knew it was, but you hadn’t been wrong yet. And as much as you wanted to get to Vegas to see your friends, you also found yourself wanting more time to get to know Jack. He was offering you the chance to do both of those things, and even though you were looking for one, you couldn’t find a downside.

Pulling out your phone, you opened the group chat and sent one text before switching it to airplane mode.

Change of plans. Met a (really good looking) pilot who was on his way to Vegas and offered me a ride. Sending a screenshot of his license number in case I go missing hahaha. Just kidding. I’ll be fine. See you soon!

You knew what they’d say when they saw your message.

Jess would likely just send a thumbs up - or possibly a photo of herself giving a thumbs up.

Maddy would emphasize your message and respond with something like Okay but don’t die!

Kayla’s message would be a more whimsical reaction like Jesus take the wheel! (Wait do planes have wheels?) or Life is short, take rides from hot pilots when you can with the peace sign emoji.

And Nat would send advice from several documentaries and podcasts she’d seen or listened to, about what to do if you were being abducted.

You laughed to yourself again at the entire situation.

“Alright, Jack.” You hopped down from your stool and picked up your bag. “I’m ready when you are.”

He stood, taking his hat from the bartop and placing it on his head. “No time like the present.” Running his hands over his clothes, he smoothed out his suit jacket. “Follow me, darlin’. And give me that.” He pointed his chin towards your bag. “I’m a gentleman, remember? Where would my manners be if I let a lady carry her own bags?”

You shook your head with a smile and handed over your carry-on, leaving you with only your purse. “I don’t know. You’re teaching me about gentlemen, remember?”

You knew when you saw his eyes darken that you’d made the right call.

“Oh, sugar. I remember. Few hours to Vegas. Plenty of time for me to teach you things.” With that he started walking and you were left to follow, slightly stunned at the implications in his tone and in his words.

This is definitely going to be a trip to remember, that’s for sure.

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imsofuckinggayforwomen · 10 months

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RENGOKU HEAD CANONS AND THANK YOU MESSAGE!

❗️this post involves NSFW, minors do not read past the part labeled NSFW❗️

HOLY JAMOLY YALL RLLY LIKED MY SANEMI HEAD CANONS AND I GOT A TON OF LIKES AND REBLOGS ON THAT THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE 😭😭💖

I was not expecting that to go anywhere, when I woke up this morning and saw my notifications I was like 😦

ANYWHO here’s the part 2 to that poll where rengoku and sanemi tied, this is rengoku’s part !

LAST THING I PROMISE, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

feel free to request any scenarios, head canons, kink lists, fic ideas, thirsts, or whatever. I’ll answer what I can and get to writing for you all!! ok now let’s get this post on the roadddd

WARNINGS: SMUT (MINORS DNI), Fem reader

Kyojuro Rengoku

SFW

Literally such a sweet guy

Always holds the door, always pulls your chair out for you, carries all of your bags.

If you want something, it magically appears in your room the next day.

Constantly professes his love for you, very loudly.

If you whisper something in his ear, he’s going to overreact to the point where whispering was basically pointless

Compliments you daily, won’t allow you to think even one negative thought about yourself

“HELLO DEAR CAN I HOLD YOUR HAND?” Probably goes “WOOPPEEE!” After you accept

Introduces you to every single stranger the two of you come across. “I AM RENGOKU AND THIS IS MY LOVELY GIRLFRIEND!”

Has the cutest but cringiest nicknames for you, unironically calls you snookums or something

Bro is not private about your relationship unless you specifically ask him to be.

“HEY TENGEN, ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND MADE LOVE LAST NIGHT!” cue the high-five

but he’s super considerate about your boundaries and comfort

Never lets you get anywhere near danger, protects you with all of his life

If you get along with his little brother, he’s going to marry you.

Hesitant about introducing you to his dad

Other than that his family welcomes you in with open arms!

He’s always making sure you feel safe. Personally brings you to bed when you fall asleep elsewhere, making sure to tuck you in all nice and snug.

NSFW

Sweetheart In the streets, sweetheart in the sheets. Sometimes.

Overstimulation to no end, bro is obsessed with making you feel good.

Another local munch, always manages to get you on top of his face.

You could be just standing there and he’d lay on the bed and put his arms out like 🙆‍♂️

If you accept and take a seat, you are never getting up.

Does not tease whatsoever, gives you exactly what you want over and over again.

Was originally inexperienced, so you prolly had to show him where and what the clit was 😭

He was probably amazed like “This little thing can do that much??!! WELL OK!!”

Never forgot that lesson and never will.

After that y’all never had sex without him giving you head in some sort of way.

Once you manage to pry him off of your clit, he’s in game mode.

Like I said, he aims to please. Still managing to focus on your pleasure whilst he’s pounding his length into you.

Definitely made you go and show him where all the best spots to hit were, HE MEMORIZED THAT SHIT.

Takes note of every noise/reaction you make.

Eventually loses himself in the feeling of you, relentlessly thrusting his hips to meet yours.

His fingers gently circle your clit, like muscle memory.

B o d y W o r s h i p

He praises you until all you can think of is how utterly beautiful you are.

Kisses every inch of your body as the snap of his hips makes your back arch in overwhelming pleasure.

You’re probably barely awake by the time he realizes it’s been hours.

However, makes sure that you both have a safe word in case it gets too much.

btw everytime you cum he celebrates.

Cheers you on like he’s your coach or something 😭

Once the both of you are too tired to continue, he wills himself up so he can take care of your sore, tired body.

Cleans you with a warm washcloth, checks for any bruises or marks he could’ve caused.

Wraps you up into a comfy blanket burrito and curls up to you until you’re r both sound asleep.

HELLOOOO GUYS ONCE AGAIN THANKS FOR ALL OF THE ATTENTION ON MY LAST POST💕

I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS, SORRY IT TOOK A BIT LONGER THAN INTENDED I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH IRL STUFF!

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eywamygoddesswrites · 1 year

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— 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓭 — (multiple x fem!reader) | 2

pairing: avatar women x fem!human!reader

tags: just the lovely women taking care of the reader during her period, can be seen as platonic/romantic (except tuk because it's strictly platonic)

warnings: nooooone

a/n: kiri, tuk, and tsireya are aged up! this is for the women characters since i don't want it to be too long. for the avatar men version, click here. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

neytiri

learned human anatomy from grace when the school was running

met you when you came in with jake sully

you were around her age. she was 19 and you were 20

being a scientist like grace, you had an avatar ready for you like how jake used his twin’s avatar

when you’re out of your avatar, you tend to forget that you still get your period

like jake (when he’s an avatar), she can smell whenever your period is near

she’d ask grace what you like during your period and does her best to make you feel as comfortable as you can

she’d do anything to make you smile

she’d take the pain away if she can but she can’t so the next best thing she does is make you feel comfortable as much as she can

whether you like it or not, she will bring you food and uses that oxygen mask just so she can stay with you (even if she hates the lab and other sky people)

many many woven clothes for you to wear both for your avatar and your little human self

rests her head on your abdomen and litters kisses on them from time to time

calls you sweet nicknames in na’vi language

kiri

like her brothers, she knows about human anatomy because of their dad and because you’re her friend

she thinks periods are stupid and why should you women on earth get them

you explained that it’s related to getting pregnant

boooooo na’vi women don’t have to bleed just cause they didn’t get pregnant

I KNOW I’M JEALOUS OF YOU ALL

would laugh at your misery (not in a mean way but it’s just to lighten your mood) but she’d help you as best as she can

being a tsahik-in-training, she brings you soothing creams and gives you these small homemade medicines to lessen the pain

BEST MASSAGES I SWEAR

weaves you blankets to keep you warm because you always feel a lot colder when you have your period

would feel bad when the pain is too unbearable to the point of you sometimes crying

ears flat on her head as she held you in her arms as you cried your pain out

she would rock you to sleep as best as she can

even if you complain that you’re not a baby and why was she treating you like one

she shushes you and tells you to go to sleep

tuk (platonic)

when you first got your period, she was SUPER confused as to why you were bleeding

like her brothers, she was confused as to why you were suddenly bleeding one day

cries for her mom and dad that y/n was dying and bleeding

jake laughed and explained to his youngest that human girls like you get their periods and it’s a normal thing

HOW CAN BLEEDING BE A NORMAL THING

jake then gives his youngest a small lecture on human anatomy and tuk was like

ooooohhhhh that’s kinda stupid

she’s really kiri’s sister. she spends too much time with her older sister that she’s becoming a mini kiri

anywhos

she would ask any of her older siblings to come to help her get food for you

like fish or meat, she asks for neteyam to help her

but for fruits, she gets them herself

makes little bracelets and teaches you how to make some

cries when you cry

the babies cry

she sleeps beside you as much as she can before neytiri picks her up and jake fixes your position in bed before leaving you a kiss on the forehead and they leave the lab

tuk would come running back when she woke up back home

no one is taking her away from her best friend ESPECIALLY when her friend needs her

ronal

she didn’t give two shits when you got your period one day

why should she? you were the same species as those who were hurting pandora

but seeing you uncomfortable throughout the day and seeing you physically try to lessen the pain, maybe a little help won’t hurt

she would leave some soothing paste by the entrance of your pod (you’re wearing an oxygen mask) and leave as quickly as she visited

would watch you from afar and have her kids be the ones giving you the things she made for you

since she was still not that fond of humans, she doesn’t give any physical affection

but maybe, if you prove to her that she’s wrong with her assumptions

then maybe, just maybe, she can be a bit physically affectionate toward you

tsireya

the sweetest girl out there fr fr

when she learned that you humans get periods, she immediately tries to find ways to ‘stop them’

but when you explained that it can only stop when women get either pregnant or become old, she was bummed

like c’mon, there must be another way for it to stop

she doesn’t want you getting hurt but you explained that it’s the side effects of it and you can’t really stop it

but that doesn’t stop her from doing her best to help y/n out as best as she can

the best medicine and soothing cream only for y/n to use

weaving warm blankets for y/n since being near the ocean makes it really really cold at night

gives the best best bEST hugs fr fr

need her to be with you the whole day? she will stay with you for as long as you want her to be

she won’t leave you unless she has something to do

grace augustine

going with grace to pandora was the best decision you did

although everything was new, you didn’t mind the new surroundings so long as grace and you were together

since arriving in pandora, your period became irregular because of stress from the travel and just in general getting used to everything

grace was there all throughout as you were to her

but soon enough, everything became normal again and you two sync up with it

when you feel that your period is getting close, you tell grace and you two stock up on pads

she cooks for you and makes you your favorite drinks

you give her massages (she loves them so much)

when one becomes very emotional, the other lets them go take a rest the whole day

when you’re in your room the whole day, she brings you pandora samples like flowers or fruits and explains to you what they are

she brings you some fruits that are edible for humans to eat

cuddles at night are a must for the two of you. neither of you two goes to sleep without the other

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thrawns-babygirl · 11 months

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Hello there lovely, is there any chance that you could write something - anything really idc if it's a drabble, hc or oneshot- involving tatted Crosshair and his send nudes tattoo?

No pressure of course. love your stuff and keep it up^^

have a nice day <3

This was only meant to be a drabble but I got carried away.

And yes I know this fic starts off almost identically to one of my other fics (I think it was one of the follower celebration ones) but for this specific fic I needed to reuse an old trope dont @ me please I've had writers block （；¬＿¬)

This is also another one of my classic medic!reader fics because I wanted it to be gender neutral and doc is the easiest gender neutral nickname I can come up with.

I am not a creative person lmao.

anywho, this is based off of @cloned-eyes absolutely sinful art, which is honestly some of my favorite Crosshair art of all time.

Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Sexting (I think that's it lmao) Words: 2200+

Been a while since ive written anything this long so i hope my writing is still up to snuff

Masterlist

Where could he be? Where on this maker forsaken facility could he possibly be? You storm through the halls of Kamino looking for Wrecker, the errant clone needing to come and see you for updates to his immunisations before he or the rest of clone force 99 are allowed back out into the field.

It’s not surprising that he’s avoiding you, out of all of them, Wrecker is by far the worst with needles. The man can’t stand them, avoids you like the plague when he knows that it’s time to keep his vaccinations up to date and for what its worth you can’t really blame him. No one enjoys needles.

You huff and place your hands on your hips as you think about where the lovable giant could possibly be. You’ve already checked the mess, the armoury, the Marauder and the training centres with zero sign of him. When you got to the marauder Tech just gave you that look that says, “I understand you need to find him but I’m not going to rat him out” and while you often applaud clones for their loyalty to one another, when it stops you from doing your job it makes you want to rip your own hair out in frustration.

You make your way over towards their barracks, hoping and praying to whatever deities that will listen that you’ll find him and be able to get on with the rest of your job. You take a deep breath, standing out the front of their doors, before keying in your medical override and stepping inside.

You don’t find wrecker, and you wish you had knocked.

Standing in front of you is Crosshair, in just a towel, dark lines of ink on full display over his tanned body. You’ve never actually seen him without his shirt on before, never needed to. The sniper usually manages to stay out of trouble and doesn’t need any assistance when the boys return to Kamino so you had no idea he was covered in tattoos.

You run your eyes over his chest, taking in all the impressive art that litters his toned form. The silhouette of his beloved 773 Firepuncher that stretches along his chest, the artfully done letters of aurebesh that stretch above his stomach, the other smaller words and phrases that extend down his hips, tantalizingly low, slightly obscured by the fabric of the towel that’s gripped in his left hand.

You run your eyes up his arm towards his face, knowing that he’s going to be wearing that sickeningly infuriating smirk of his and wanting to avoid the cliché “Like what you see?” you know he’s going to drawl at you like you’re in some terrible holodrama.

As you brace yourself to face him, your eyes catch on a single phrase tattooed on his left arm, slightly more patchy and faded than his other ink as if it were the result of a drunken night out in some shady tattoo parlour in the Uscru District of Coruscant. Two simple words that have a profound effect on your physiology causing even more heat to rush to your face, deepening the blush that you know is already far too pronounced on your cheeks and ears.

“Send Nudes”

You finally have the courage to snap your eyes up to his and just as you expected you’re greeted by his frustratingly handsome smirk, his eyes boring into yours, as if he’s waiting for you to say something, as if this is going to be the final nail in the coffin for your poorly hidden mutual attraction to one another that’s been simmering the last few cycles that’s threatening to reach boiling point as you maintain eye contact.

You lamely open and close your mouth trying to find something to say to the barely covered man in front of you before he decides to end your suffering, breaking the silence with the just as cliché “See something you like doc?” he raises an eyebrow at you before walking over towards his bunk, reaching into a pouch on his discarded armour and producing a toothpick, slipping it between his lips as he looks you up and down.

“I um-” you finally look away from him, suddenly finding the old training posters above his bed intensely interesting trying to figure out what to say to him as if you weren’t just ogling his naked chest and arms for an unprofessionally long amount of time.

You clear your throat “I was just looking for Wrecker… he needs his shots” your eyes dart around the room, avoiding his smug, self-satisfied face for as long as humanly possible.

You cringe at how your voice falters, yours and Crosshair’s interactions are always a battle of wits and snark, constantly trying to one up each other as the rest of the batch endeavour to ignore your vague attempts at flirting with one another. Both of you trying your best to goad the other into making the first move, dancing around the invisible line you’ve both drawn in the sand but never crossed.

From the corner of your eye, you see him walk towards you, you see his arm adjusting the towel around his hips and your eyes are drawn to that stupid tattoo on his arm again, the one that makes you want to throw professionalism out the window and jump his bones regardless of any regulations or rules that would get in the way and muddy the waters.

“Wrecker’s not here” his voice has dropped an octave, as if getting you alone in his room has made him realise that there is nothing physical stopping the two of you from muddying the waters of your relationship and taking that final step. You swallow the saliva that’s started pooling in your mouth, attempting to remind yourself that you’re on duty, you’re in the barracks, any one of the rest of his squad could walk through those doors at any moment an interrupt whatever lewd and improper things you both want to do to one another.

While you were wrestling with your own thoughts and feelings you miss how close he’s managed to get to you, his silent footsteps bringing him directly in front of you and you stare up at him. Has he always been this tall? You lock eyes with him, neither of you saying anything as you just stare at one another, each of you silently willing the other to close the distance between the two of you and take the leap.

He begins moving his face closer to yours, his warm breath brushing over your face, it smells minty you vaguely register as you move your face closer to his, closing your eyes and the distance between the two of you when suddenly you hear loud, boisterous laughter approaching from the other side of the door.

You curse under your breath. Despite this being the whole reason you’re in the barracks to begin with, you would give anything for a few more moments alone with Crosshair. Both of you pull away from one another, Crosshair grabbing a spare change of blacks and walking back into the refresher before the door to the barracks opens and you see the wayward clone himself stare at you with wide eyes. He knows he’s got nowhere to run now as you fix him with a glare that one would assume is because of the amount of time and effort you put into finding him and not because of the fact he just interrupted… whatever was about to happen between you and Crosshair.

You walk out of the barracks with Wrecker in tow, attempting to push whatever it was that was happening with Crosshair to the back of your mind, at least for now.

After another few hours on duty, you finally return to your quarters, sore exhausted and replaying the interaction you had with Crosshair over and over again in your mind. No matter how you try to distract yourself, whenever you close your eyes, you see the dark lines of ink that cover his sculpted body. Does he have more tattoos? Do the go lower? You mind is reeling, and you can’t focus on anything else, you can’t even sleep all you can think about is stupid Crosshair with his stupid tattoos and that stupid send nudes tattoo he has on his stupid arm.

You sigh, picking up your datapad in a vague attempt at tricking your brain into doing something productive when you get an idea. Arguably a terrible and stupid idea that could have a negative affect on your career but… an idea, nonetheless. Sighing and shaking your head you throw your datapad down onto your bed as you stand up to take a shower.

No… this is a terrible idea.

You undress and stare at yourself in the mirror. Maybe… its not a terrible idea? Your mind keeps going back to his tattoos and you decide to throw caution to the wind. Walking back into your bedroom you snatch up your datapad and open an encoded chat with Crosshair’s personal frequency double and triple checking the recipient to make sure what you’re about to do doesn’t end up in the wrong hands before steeling your nerves and standing in front of the mirror. The lighting isn’t the most flattering but you don’t let yourself dwell on that for too long before you strike what you hope is an appealing pose and taking a series of pictures, attempting to highlight your assets.

You flick through the pictures selecting the ones you think are the most flattering and before you have a chance to second guess yourself you send them through to Crosshair with the caption “As instructed”.

You wait for a moment, encrypted chats don’t have notifications for when the recipient has seen the messages so you wait with baited breath for a response. When one doesn’t come immediately you throw your datapad down onto your bed and run your hand through your hair, deciding that maybe he’s just not looking at his datapad right now you finally take your shower, attempting to wash away your nerves and embarrassment, pushing your fear of rejection out of your head as you let the warm spray wash over you.

When you exit the shower and towel yourself off you look at your datapad and see a reply from Crosshair. Your breath catches in your throat as you move to open the message and see that it comes with an attachment.

Holding your breath, you open the attachment only to be greeted by a picture of Crosshair, standing in the refresher in his barracks, wearing only a pair of loose fitting black pants that are pulled down to his thighs revealing what can only be described as the nicest cock you have ever seen. You’ve never thought that cocks were attractive before, but somehow he’s managed to change your mind. It’s long and thick and the way his slender fingers wrap around his girth makes your mouth water.

After spending far too much time searing the sight of it into your memory you read the text that he sent along with the photo just one simple word; “More”.

You dive into bed, datapad in one hand, legs spread however before you get a chance to take and pictures you receive another message from Crosshair, this time there is no text, only a video. You open it and press play.

You watch in pure delight as the recording of Crosshair’s hand moves over his hard, weeping length, his fingers tightening as he gets to the tip creating more pressure around the head. Small sighs and choked breaths can be heard from the audio as his hand works his cock and just as the video ends you swear you hear a whisper of your name.

You scramble to return the favour, attempting to capture the best possible angle as you manoeuvre one hand down between your legs to begin working yourself over. You have the luxury of not needing to share your living space with anyone, so you put on a bit of a show, moaning and whimpering and gasping his name as you touch yourself and push yourself over the edge with a final long moan of his name. Your chest rising and falling as you hit send before you can change your mind or second guess yourself.

Not long after that you receive the final video of the night, your mouth waters and you can feel heat rushing down south again as you watch Crosshair vigorously stroking his cock, muffled gasps and groans coming from his end as he works himself, the head of his cock is so red it’s almost purple and you can see beads of precum leaking out of the tip and running onto his hands as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. You watch as he bites his lip, face contorting in pleasure as the lines of ink on his skin move with the rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to stay quiet.

He screws his eyes shut and bites his lip so hard you think you see him break the skin, as he stifles a moan of your name, spilling ropes of cum over himself, his hand and his chest, panting before the video ends.

You get one other message from him on the encrypted channel.

>Might need to see you in medbay tomorrow for a busted lip

@where-is-my-mind-tho@antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ilovestarwarsmen725@vincentferard

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ewanmitchelll · 4 months

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (VI): Getaway Car.

Imagine this is a modern world and Aemond Targaryen runs away with you just in the very moment his family needs him.

Warnings: smut, sexual tension, bad mouth, drama.—fluffy endings because Aemond deserves to be happy, ok?

***

This evening dinner is set at his sister’s household. Rhaenyra welcomes her stepmother, father and siblings all in her new apartment located at the upper east side of King’s Landing. Aemond is there mostly because he’s obliged to, never bonded with his elder siblings, although Baelon is a good brother to him and Helaena must be protective at all costs.

He has some issues with Aegon as well as Rhaenyra’s, but all for all he is a polite man. He just wishes he is somewhere else.

This meeting has a purpose, though. Viserys has a big company and needs to ensure his children have a share of it—the old man wants to retire, therefore he needs to make sure all is right as it should.

But Aemond has other interests—as if anyone asked him what those are—, he doesn’t pay his mind too much in this reunion. In fact, he’s slowly engineering a plan to escape it.

“Are you sure you want to do it?”, a voice asks him and that sure could be his conscience’s.

Aemond turns at Helaena and puts a grimace in response.

“Have I become too obvious, sweet sister?”

She smiles at him, poking his sides playfully.

“I know you well, Mon, that is all”, she uses the affectionate nickname that only she can use. “I really would like you not to meet the Rivers again.”

Helaena refers to Aemond’s ex—and sometimes lover—Alys and her twin brother, Johnny, both famed for their…uh…bad behavior.

“I was thinking about somebody else, though”, he smirks when seeing that, for the very first time, he surprised her.

“Who?”

“Y/N, of course. She’s my best friend. And I would have gladly brought with me had father not been so…”, Aemond sighs.

“He wants to gather his family, Mon”, Helaena thinks it’s her duty to be the peacemaker of the family. “If it was up to mother, Y/N would be welcome here. We all love her.”

Aemond rolls his eyes, understanding the subtly line Helaena innocently brings.

“She’s just a friend, not a girlfriend or anything of the sort”, he snorts.

“Of course she is”, Helaena smirks.

And then they are summoned to the table…

***

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You are quietly walking home after work, having refused going out to the pub with your workmates. You are still upset how they mocked your lack of love life, preferring books to the company of others. Hence why you refused the invitation. You don’t need alcohol or men to prove others you live your life.

Quite moody thus you pick your phone when Aemond calls you.

“Hey, A. Have you remembered your friends or has Alys dumped you this time?”, you snort at him.

He raises his eyebrows epically.

“Whoa. Is someone on PMS or what?”, but then Aemond feels a sort of need to justify himself. “For what’s worth we haven’t been together for a couple of months.”

“Sometimes I think you just got yourself with her to rebel against your parents”, so you say.

Aemond hates how right you are. Worse, how well you know him.

The ties were black, the lies were white. In shades of gray in candlelight. I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason…

“Anywho, where are you? I hear some noises in the back, so this means you are going home.” And then he realizes. “Wait. What happened at your work? You sound upset.”

You have a bad response in the tip of your tongue, but you sigh and decide not to take all on your best friend. It’s not fair.

And once you tell him what happened, you hear a smack at the steering wheel, producing a beeeee.

“What are you boozing for?”

“These motherfuckers you work with”, Aemond scowls. “They don’t know you like I do. How sexist to make such a claim. You know what? I’m going to kidnap you, Y/Nickname.”

You are still laughing out loud for how protective he is—as he’s always been—when he calls off the phone. Unsurprisingly, though, he’s managed to get at your apartment before you do. All because you were upset by what you’ve been told that you felt the need to walk all the way home instead getting a bus or even an Uber.

And here he is, your favourite bad boy leaning against his fancy car, dressed all in leather.

“Walking again? You poor thing”.

You roll your eyes at him but eventually you cede in and rest your head in his shoulder as you hug him back.

“What’s wrong with me?”, you ask. “Is being a sensitive that big issue?”

“No, it’s fucking not. You have a good heart and this bothers people fucked in their heads”, Aemond strokes your hair, pleased to see his words get some chuckle out of you.

“Are you running from your family again?” You ask, reluctantly parting from the embrace, noticing how well he smells.

“How obvious is that, eh?”, Aemond snorts before shrugging his shoulders. “Get in the car. We need to have a ride.”

“May I just get a pack of clothes?”, you don’t know why you even ask.

“Just get in the fucking car, Y/Nickname”, he laughs quietly, basically pushing you to the other side of the car, so you take a seat next to his. And you just comply.

Why?

You fear to find the answer as you buckle the belt.

“Where are we going?”, you ask him. “I hope I am not an excuse to run from everyone.”

“We all need excuses to run at some point”, he winks at you. “Don’t feel so especial, my darling.”

You blush and turn your head at the window.

“Always rude, Aemond. How do we even get along is a good question to me.”

That makes him laugh so hard that you unwillingly smile.

“You know, Y/N, we should have some fun”, Aemond smiles at you. “What do you think about that?”

You side smirk at him.

“You are the one driving, my dude.”

“I hate when you use that slags”, Aemond laughs as he tiptoes the wheel.

“How funny of you to say that, Mr Gang WannaBe.”

“What Gang Wanna Be?”, he chuckles as he casts you a glance.

As you open the window and you put your hands outside, playing your fingers with the window, you smile and Aemond likes the view.

He notices how beautiful you look specially when you are not overwhelmed by daily tasks or hurt by people. But even so, you are radiant. Damn it, you do.

But he doesn’t admit the spark of attraction.

“Why, when you were with Alys and her twin weirdo, you walked with bad people… and didn’t they once tell you that I was too righteous to walk with you? I mean…”

He rolls his eyes at that.

“Who did even tell you this bullshit, Y/N? If that was even true, we wouldn’t be here, would we?”

And then so typical of Aemond Targaryen, he turns the radio on and puts to a station that, coincidently, is playing a song that you both love and start thus to sing loudly at the same time.

“SHOT TO THE HEART AND YOU’RE TO BLAME, YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!”

And forgetting about previous difficult months, in a getaway car, you two share a laughter.

“That’s my girl!”

So it begins…

***

Nearby King’s Landing, close to Aegon’s Hill, there is a pub known for its alternative style. There he takes you, and you feel an outsider as there are many punks and goths, a style you don’t follow.

“Uh, AM”, you call him affectionately. “I know you like to be this bad boy underground prince, but…”

“Come now”, he puts a hand around your waist. “Don’t be silly. This is a place I like to come because I can be myself. And here’s a good environment to stay away from worldly concerns.”

As you follow him, eyeing dark walls with red decorations—some going from false skulls to perfect imitations of dragons—, music out loud putting people to dance all the whilst waitresses serve different drinks prepared by bartenders, you start to understand what he means and relaxes once you two slide in a corner table.

“I’d like two cups of gin”, he asks, ignoring the protest rising to your eyes…

…and eventually making to your tongue.

“Are you out of your mind?! I don’t drink alcohol!”

“I shall drink for you then, my dear Y/Nickname”, he winks at you again, pleased to make you blush. “Just at least have one sip in case you feel like tasting…”

You cast him a long glance, seeing something in Aemond’s purple eyes.

He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself. I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed…

“Are you going to tell me why you are running away from your family?”

Aemond heavily sighs, but as he inclines in the back of the seat, he knows he cannot truly flee from you.

“I hate how you read me so well. Can you wait for me swallowing a few drops of alcohol first?”

You laugh quietly.

“No. Come on, you can talk to me.”

He finds himself uncomfortable when sensing the weight of your gaze on him. Alys never looked at me like that.

Aemond sighs once again and even in the middle of that mess, he confides you his secrets. And you hear him patiently so, never judging, never posing arrogantly.

Though your surroundings are completely noisy, it feels as if the world stops spinning slowly. Almost unconsciously you take his hand and tangle your fingers with his. And this small gesture does not go unnoticed by him.

Aemond smiles back at you.

“Thank you for seeing me, Y/Nickname”, he caresses your wrist with his thumb. “Above all, for listening. It means a lot.”

“That’s what I am here for”, you smile warmly. “And that’s why I did something crazy by running away with you.”

Aemond laughs quietly, taking a sip of his gin, locking gazes with you.

“You are my partner in crime. My poor lamb”, and then he stands abruptly. “Come, let us dance.”

You shake your head, unbelievably following him without second guess. And as he pulls you closer to dance accordingly, your heart skips a beat.

I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed. We never had a shotgun shot in the dark (oh!)

Aemond knows by now you have unresolved feelings for him, and he sees it so does he. But the Targaryen bad boy is unsure, taunted by a shade of insecurity that has never occurred him before.

As he watches you dance freely, his mind begins to fear of breaking your heart, of losing you. But when you turn at him, shaking his shoulders playfully as you make him dance, everything else is forgotten.

You know it’s dangerous to let yourself involve like that, especially when his hands slide into your waist and the distance between you and him is short.

Your reason warns you that he doesn’t love you the way he loved Alys and this thought may be the motive why you suddenly steps away, breaking the spell.

“I need some air”, you excuse yourself, quickly going outside.

Aemond frowns, unsure what the hell just happened. Seeing it’s time to leave, however, and ignoring the phone calls of his mother, he pays the check and finds you outside, close to the car.

“Hey, Y/N”, he softens when seeing you slightly pale. “Are you well? What happened?”

“Oh it’s all good”, you lie, and it’s so evident that you do that he folds his arms. You blush, disconcerted. “I was just… all right, being paranoid.”

“That’s better than lying. Come, it’s time for us to go.” As he opens the door for you to slide in, he adds: “We are talking about it soon.”

There is, however, a sudden awkward silence that hangs between the two of you, though. Aemond senses your eyes on him as he drives with no destination in mind.

You were drivin' the getaway car. We were flyin', but we'd never get far. Don't pretend it's such a mystery. (…) There were sirens in the beat of your heart.(…)

“What has you overthinking?”, he asks you, avoiding your gaze for now. Aemond suspects it, but he wants to hear it from you.

You know by his tone there is no need to speak untruth thoughts.

“You are not the only fugitive here”, you begin.

He stops by eventually at a hostel. For a moment, neither speaks and you hate how you ruin the good vibes of this journey.

“Aemond…”, you begin, trying to reach out for him.

“We need to spend night here”, he tells you when sensing your inquisitive gaze. “I think that gin was not really good.”

“Oh, so that’s why you are acting weird?”, you don’t even conceal the relief, which makes him chuckle.

But he doesn’t answer you right away. Now at the hall, he asks for one bedroom with two beds. To your embarrassment, however, the receptionist lady informs you that there is only one bedroom with one bed.

“It’s a very good suite, though”, says the woman who attends by the name of Sheila.

Opting not to see your face going red, Aemond smiles at the woman and says:

“That’s perfect, love. Thank you.”

“There are two bathrooms here”, he informs you. “Once we are clean, I believe we can speak.”

You detest how awkward this is getting.

“No”, you contest him. “Aemond, I am sorry. I ruined our moment, didn’t I? I was just afraid…”

He turns at you and seeing your fears in stamped clearly in those y/c irises, he cannot help himself. Aemond approaches you, taking your hands into his, drawing you closer.

“I fear you are slipping away from me, sweet Y/N.” He cups your cheeks. “What’s going on inside this head of yours?”

“I am not like Alys”, you blurt out. “I am not as bold, as free spirited as her. I am not a bad ass woman like her. I don’t… I….”

To your dismay, Aemond bursts into laughters. You fold your arms and frown at him.

“What’s so funny about it?”

“I’m sorry, love. I was just…” He smiles warmly. “Is this what worries you, my darling? I ran away with you, isn’t it clear?”

You tilt your head, confused. Aemond rolls his eyes.

“Aren’t you slow, my dear Y/Nickname? I’ve always wanted you. Not her. I love you, not that bloody woman.”

It’s a very sweet scene to watch: the moment your lips slowly open in a smile, the way your face lightens up, beaming at him.

“My dear Aemond”, you throw your hands around his neck and kisses his cheek. “I love you too. You took too long…”

“Indeed, my lady.”

He smiles wide at your blushing upon his chivalry towards you. And then, of course he kisses your lips passionately.

You are planning to sleep well, but when he comes up, shirtless, and slides next to your side of bed just after turning the air conditioner on… it gets difficult to find some sleep.

Aemond can tell he affects you somehow, noticing how your white blouse poorly covers your breasts, able to spot, therefore, your hardening nipples, which promptly arouses him.

But the bad boy prince takes his time.

“Come here, princess”, as he’s next to you, he cups your face and kisses your lips slowly and passionately. “I still cannot believe we’ve taken so many years to admit we have feelings for each other.”

As your hands are wrapped around his neck, gently pulling him over you, you smile weakly at him.

“You chose that woman, if I remember well.”

“You remember wrongly because I’m with you now, aren’t I?”, and without waiting for response he drowns in your lips.

As you kiss, his hands move to your waist, gently resting around your hips before going upper your back, inside your shirt.

You begin to be bothered by this heat that, for long years now, hasn’t burned you like it does at the moment. You spread your legs so he fits in between, moving your fingers down to his neck and to his shoulders and chest.

Aemond succeeds in breaking the kiss so his tongue starts to explore your weak spots. As it dances around your neck all the whilst his hands lift your shirt, he starts to hear your short breaths out, which only gets him rigid in pants.

“Aemond…”, you mutter his name, already breathing in anticipation the moment his fingers cup your breasts and there begin to play. “Oh Maker!”

He stops a moment what he’s doing just to watch you close your eyes and give in to his caressing. Aemond gently presses his erection against you, getting harder as you rub your feminine parts against him.

“Dear Lord”, he groans low before lifting your blouse and mouth dropping in your exposed nipples.

Oh how hungry you’ve been for his touch, how famine your soul has been for his love!

It does not really help when his hands remove your shorts and right there works wonderfulness in you. To the point where you forget yourself and turn the tables on, completely surprising him.

“Oh baby! You are my drug and I intend to keep it to me”, you confide him, naughtily so, before sliding to your knees.

And Aemond finally knows what’s like to get to Heaven…

***

Should've known I'd be the first to leave. Think about the place where you first met me. In a getaway car. No, they never get far. No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The phone rings. It’s an unknown number, but even then Aemond picks up—aware of who might be behind the line.

“Who’s this?”, his rusky voice is heard in a whisper, but his eyes are glued in your nude frame, against which he was tied until now.

“Son”, it’s Viserys, his father.

Almost immediately Aemond freezes.

“Dad”, he speaks in full tension.

“Where have you been, my boy? I miss you.”

Too paralyzed to speak, no word comes out of his tongue. Viserys knows it, so he continues his speech:

“Come home. I haven’t been a good father lately, I know.” He seems to choke with something, and doesn’t really help that the man comes to tears. “Your mother, a very good woman whose character is so sweet and noble, certainly more than I deserved, told me what’s been going on with you. Please my child, come home. We must speak. I cannot bear the burden that so unfairly has been placed over your shoulders because of me. Let us mend this. Together.”

There are many words crossing Aemond’s thoughts and few are kind. Nonetheless, underneath the anger, there is a boy hurting. And aware that the man is probably dying, he sees getting away has done nothing but turned him into a fool.

We cannot escape our issues. Our wounds remain open and bleeding. Perhaps I got addicted to pain.

“Son?”

“Yes, father?” It’s all he manages to say, his own voice embargoed.

“Come home. Please.”

Aemond then looks at you, sleeping peacefully, only partly aware of why you two went anywhere but King’s Landing.

“There is no need to get away from me or your mother. We are family.” He insists in such a melancholic voice that Aemond cannot fight back.

Without realizing it, his own tears are verging on his purple eyes and rolling down his cheeks.

“I will be a better father with the time’s left.” Aemond listens bitterly.

“I am going back”, he sounds defeated. Loyalty has always bound him to family, and it’s not as if he wanted his attention. “Today.”

Aemond doesn’t want to listen any further. Therefore he picks off the phone before Viserys thanks him immensely for it, which would be more embarrassing.

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde until I switched to the other side, to the other side. It's no surprise I turned you in cause us traitors never win…

“I’m sorry, YN.”

In silent tears, every merriment has been left to past, a memory that is not going back. In truth, Aemond has his own issues in regards to settle down.

Despite your good and comprehensive nature, his own claims to be a fugitive. Therefore, that is what he does, no matter the consequences.

Aemond runs away.

***

And when you wake up some hours later, cold has already taken the place in every possible meaning. It’s no surprise that you find your bed empty.

But this doesn’t mean you didn’t have expectations. In fact you did. When rewinding the past few days, you could not understand where everything went wrong.

It hurts and it angers you all the same to think you put your hopes and dreams in this man.

“I should’ve known better”, you think out loud, refusing to waste your tears for him.

You pack your own things and leave the hotel, but the more you try to shield yourself, the more tears threaten to overcome you.

Your phone buzzes a few times but you don’t check it. You instead get a taxi to the train station and there you get a train back to King’s Landing. But in the middle of the way, you change your mind, opting to rent a car and drive it all the way.

It shouldn’t take this long, right?

You open your window, turn the car and, as you get on the road, you accelerate.

Every memory comes in like a dust storm. You know you shouldn’t race. But you shouldn’t love him.

And when your brain listens the motives he had to run, your comprehension leaves your reason. You scream instead.

“YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!”

No pride is enough to hold back a waterfall. And now you drive slowly because your eyes are but a puddle of tears and you refuse to be imprudent, even if the road is empty.

I was ridin' in a getaway car. I was cryin' in a getaway car. I was dyin' in a getaway car.

You are still sobbing by the twilight, when you reach King’s Landing. But your face dries at last by the time you get home.

Heartbreaking is never easy to deal with. Little wonder why you chose to bury yourself in work. As you get your phone, you see there are a few missed calls.

“Fuck you, Aemond Targaryen.”

And you turn off your cellphone.

***

Aemond stops by in front of your household feeling as guilty as a criminal. He tips his fingers against the steering wheel, still inside his car, as he waits for you to go back from work.

It’s an autumn day. You haven’t spoken for two months. You’d act like he was erased from your life and this was worse than he’d expect. In comparison to the burning rage of Alys, you could be snow cold. And he was one judged for his apparent detached behavior.

And then you finally come to his view. Dressed in your fluffy robes, that is to say a red bonnet that matches your red with black stripes gown and Mary Jane shoes, you hold some binders tight as you press the button to get inside the apartment.

Sighing heavily, for even he notices your dispirited demeanor, he knows he cannot delay any longer. In a matter of five minutes, he manages to catch you.

Right before you walk in.

“Aemond!”, you exclaim startled when feeling someone pushing your arm to get your attention.

“Y/N”, he calls your name, staring at you with a deep shade of sadness that so rarely you’d spotted in these irises. “Can we speak?”

Your unreasonable part wants to storm off, to make a scene perhaps, accusing him of so many names. But this is a behavior you, in your late 20’s, cannot tolerate.

“Yes”, you lead him to your apartment, but he can tell how tense you are, how much you are holding back. “Be quick and don’t waste my time.”

When you finally turn at him, Aemond sees the internal rage you were never really good to explore. He knows you well, you’ve grown together.

“I…” his voice chokes, but he must do it if he doesn’t want to lose you for good.

“Well?”

Ignoring your impatience, Aemond takes his mask off. Wearing nothing that is his not broken self, he shortens the distance between you two and then tell you all that’s been happening with him.

Little by little, your rage is knocked down. You have been a side witness of the Targaryen inner mess and the scars this left on your dear Aemond.

“Wounded people wound others”, you remark after he tells you at last and you embrace him, as he breaks in tears. “You know, of all people, I’d understand what you had to do. I would have never asked you to stay. I understand all this weight you were forced to carry… The thing is that you never had to carried alone.”

As you two embrace, a silent, mutual understanding comes. Serenity washes away distress and towards the end of tunnel a light sparks.

“I shouldn’t have gotten away”, he says after a while, looking for your eyes and your knees go weak when spotting vulnerability in them.

“No, my darling, you should not.”

“Will you take me back?”

“Will you stay this time?”

“Yes”, Aemond says firmly this time as he cups your face. “You’ll be my fucking wife, this I know.”

You laugh quietly at his familiar imprudence, but a blush creeks on your cheeks.

“You haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”

“The time we spent together has counted as relationship.”

Your laughter echoes in the room and Aemond smiles at the sound of it, warming his heart and sweeping away his fears.

“Aren’t you funny, Aem?”

You rest your forehead and rub your nose against his. He gives you a puppy look that inspires you to kiss his lips gently so.

After a while like this, though, he asks:

“Is that a yes or no?”

You giggle like a silly girl. Burying your head onto his shoulders, you feel as if your heart is about to burst.

“Are you serious?”

Aemond rolls his eyes, but you can hear his scoff.

“Of course, I am, woman. You’ll meet my parents this weekend.”

You reluctantly step back, staring at him with eyebrows raised.

“…I am already acquainted as Mr and Mrs Targaryen.”

“Not as my future wife, I’m afraid.”

You laugh again, a sound that is most dear to Aemond, who looks at you with sincere devotion.

“Well then, woman? What do you say?”

“How unusual of you, Aemond. But I wouldn’t expect the other way around. Therefore…”, you smile wide. “How can my answer be other than yes?”

And just like that he spins you around and kisses you dearly. It so appears that your well deserved happily ever after has finally knocked at your door.

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 4 months

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In a World of Boys, He's a Gentleman

Words: 1748

Warnings: references to cheating, name calling, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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This takes place pre Dick. Maybe little bit of being Batman? Basically Bruce is still really known as a playboy, but unlike many of my other ones here, this Brucie is a good boy and isn't gonna cheat because hell nah. I also am having that, like Bruce, Y/N had her own reputation because that just makes sense to me

Also, Y/N is also rich in her own right, which is why there are references of her and Bruce growing up together and other things like that. So yeah, yippee

The swimsuit that Y/N wears is described to be a two piece, but not that it shows skin or not so imagine that however you wish you; if you see it as a bikini or one with a top that covers everything and has bottoms basically making it a one-piece

This is the "Slut!" part of my 1989 event! You can also see this as the one for "Blank Space" since I wasn't doing one fully

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stood next to Jessica Sturwich as she talked about her husbands new investments. The sun beat down on them as they stood on the yacht that Bruce had recently begun to own. Her eyes drifted around, trying to drown out the sound of Jessica's annoyingly high pitched nasally voice.

She laughed to herself as she saw Elizabeth Bynes in, what she would describe as, a flamingo pink bikini, shamelessly flirting with Bruce. A small smile graced her lips as she saw him throw her a "help me" look.

She looked back at Jessica and gave a small, fake laugh. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna take my leave now, Bruce is calling me over."

As she turned on her heel and made her way towards him, she tried to not let what Jessica said hit her. "Hey, it's just the guy of the week. Not like you have to do everything he asks."

All she did was turn and shoot her a sweet smile, "Why don't you tell something similar to your husband's mistresses." Before turning back and making her way to Bruce.

As she reached him, she gently grabbed his bicep and kissed his cheek before smiling at Elizabeth. "Betty! I haven't seen you in such a long time! How's your mother?"

She watched as Elizabeth's smile faded. Betty had always been her least favorite nickname, plus Y/N knew that Elizabeth knew that she had been caught.

"She's been well." She watched as Elizabeth glanced at Bruce before looking at her again. "Who knew that the two richest people in Gotham would end up together."

Y/N hummed, "It makes sense." She smiled up at Bruce, who's arm fell down to her waist, before looking back at Elizabeth, "Also helps that he's much better than the other men I've been with."

"Right...and which number is he?"

She felt the way his arm tightened around her waist before he spoke. "I think that it's more of which number she is for me." She listened to his fake laugh before he sighed, "I think that we should finish up here and head back to shore. Why don't you go locate Adam Becker, I'm sure that he'd like you by his side at his gala tonight." He started to push him and her away, "See you later."

The two of walked away, out from the sight of everyone, before she leaned her head into his chest. Small tears gathering in her eyes. She hated the words that were always said about her. Even if they weren't lies, she did go from guy to guy...person to person. But she didn't sleep with them all. Only...at most half. Many of them weren't even relationships she had wanted. They were relationships her family had put her with.

But this...this wasn't it. This was one she had wanted.

Bruce gently kissed the top of her head before mumbling against her hair. "We don't have to go tonight." He tightened the grip around her waist, "We can stay at the manor, swim in the pool under the moonlight." She smiled against his bare chest as he rubbed circles into her lower back, his thumbs occasionally toying with top of her swim bottoms. "I could tell Alfred to leave us alone and we could just...be grown adults, alone, in a big pool."

She giggled before looking up at him, "As fun was that sounds." She gently grabbed his arms from behind her, moving them in from to hold his hands. "But we promised to be there. I already told my parents to not go cause I'd be there on their behalf."

He sighed, "Well...always can do that afterwards."

"Are you trying to get me to have sex in a pool, Mr. Wayne?"

He shrugged, "Not like you've never done it before."

"You wound me."

He smiled innocently, "Nothing around about that sweetheart."

She carefully moved from him as the bell rang that they were back at the port. "I think that I will meet you at yours before the gala tonight Mr. Wayne."

He gave her a lovesick smile as she walked away, "See you tonight, Miss. Y/L/N."

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Y/N stood next to Bruce as he talked to Lex Luthor. She adjusted her stance every once and a while, attempting to ignore all of the eyes on her. She knew why they were there, after all, she always ended up breaking up with guys at the third gala she went to with them. This was their third.

Everyone was expecting it to happen...but it wasn't going to.

"Y'know, I was surprised to hear that you and Miss. Y/N Y/L/N were together." She turned her head back to the other man, a small smile on her face as Bruce held her tighter. "Maybe you'll be the one to tie her down."

Her smile faltered and she move uncomfortably as the words left Lex's mouth. But before she could cover her uncomfortability with an awkward joke, Bruce came in. "I don't see it as tying down as much as I see it as me possibly being someone she finds safety in."

She looked up at him with a smile, a real happy smile, as she leaned into him. He was right. For the first time in years, she felt like she could be herself with him. Be...not the dumb rich girl she had pretended to be for so long.

She had been so lost in her own world that she hadn't realized that Bruce had pulled her away from Lex and the rest of the crowd until she felt her back collide with a wall and he brought his hand to her face gently.

"You were upset. What happened?"

She sighed "People were staring."

"And?" He leaned in and kissed her, "You look so fucking gorgeous tonight, of course they're going to."

"But that's not--"

"You're all dressed up, let them stare."

She allowed her lips to form a small smile, "We're both dressed up, so I guess...I guess they might as well be looking at us."

He smirked, "Really?"

"And...I think, maybe for once, it might be worth being called a slut." She leaned in before whispering, "Or maybe I'm just drunk."

He tilted his head to the side in confusion his lips opening slightly, as if he was about to say something. But they closed before a gently smile and look fell upon his face. "Why don't we go back out there, hm?"

She smiled gently and nodded, "Okay."

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Y/N laughed at the front page of the newspaper as Bruce came and wrapped his arms around her. She lifted the paper for him to see and soon enough his own chuckle filled the air. "World renowned rich, billionaire, heiress, and slut; Y/N Y/L/N looks like she might have actually fallen in love with billionaire and philanthropist Bruce Wayne as she gave him this look last night at Adam Becker's charity gala. Has she really found the one or is this just her current boy of the month?" He looked down at her, "What do you say?"

She hummed, "I think that they looked at my drunk expressions and try to read my mind."

He kissed her temple before speaking, "I mean to say, you hardly had anything to drink to drink last night. What did you mean by being drunk?"

She smiled up at him, "Not from alcohol." She tilted her head to the opposite side of his, allowing her lips to ghost the shell of his ear. The words leaving her mouth before she meant to let them, her still half asleep mind not fully thinking. "I meant drunk from love."

She felt herself and him freeze, both of them processing what she had just said. The L word. Something she had contemplated saying for so long, but kept convincing herself to not to out of fear for what he would say just slipped out of her lips.

But instead of anger or him laughing at her, his lips formed a smile. "You love me?" She silently nodded and he turned her around before kissing her intensely. He pulled away, but only to put his forehead onto hers. "I love you too."

It led to her swallowing hard, "But what if it blows up in our faces...in your really pretty face?"

He shrugged, "Then it does." He kissed her gently before brushing hair from her face, "I love you so much. I was just scared that you didn't."

"And I was scared that you didn't love me."

He smiled, "I guess we're just two idiots."

She smirked slightly, "Two slutty idiots."

He laughed and nodded, "Yes, two very slutty idiots."

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Y/N sobbed as she held onto her stomach, trying to comfort herself. She knew she shouldn't let it affect her, but she couldn't help it. She tried to ignore the television as it played the news channel talking about Bruce with another woman last night. She sobbed, she knew Bruce. But it didn't that she knew that everyone wanted him. But she knew it was just one of those issues when someone was at the right place at the wrong time...or maybe this case it was wrong place, right time.

She barely heard the door to the bedroom click before she felt Bruce's arms wrap around her, whispering into her ear that it was okay. She sobbed into his shoulder. She didn't understand why this was hurting her in the way that it was.

"I'm so sorry baby, I tried to push her off of me before. Please believe me. I'll...I'll do anything to prove it to you."

She breathed shakily, "I believe you. I just...I don't know why this is hurting me the way it is."

He moved to gently take her head in her hands to make her look at him. "Because...this is the longest real relationship either of us have had." He brushed hair from her face, "Trust me when I say that I never want to hurt you. Not on purpose at least."

She nodded and buried her head against his shoulder as he held her tightly. She refused to let him go. Refused to let him get away from her.

She refused to let him go as it felt like he was one of the only gentlemen in a world full of boys.

#bruce #wayne #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman #batman x reader #batman imagine #dc #dc x reader #dc imagine #x reader #imagine #z's 1989 event

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maleyanderecafe · 8 months

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Gentle Fall (Visual Novel)

Created by: Isa, Isa

Genre: Romance

This one was submitted to the #yanjam a while ago. It's pretty short with hints of yanderes, but I will say I really think the art looks really nice. It's very soft looking and really does remind me of a fall whether. That being said though, there's currently not a whole lot on it, only doing about two days or so. You can find more of their games and stories at @isattt.

The story starts with the MC (nicknamed "Person") going to college to study medicine. While going into the lecture hall, she ends up seeing another student there named Chester. While the two of them talk about their hobbies and lives, the other students come in. The two are paired up to work in the lab, but when the MC leaves, they realize that they've left their jacket in the lab. When going back, they find that Chester has left his notebook on the chair, and the MC decides to bring it back for him tomorrow. While studying and waiting for Chester the next day, the MC accidentally drops the notebook onto the floor, revealing a schedule. Looking at it for a bit, the notebook seems to mark times of the MC's own morning schedule, but is snatched by Chester before they can get a good look at it. The MC pretends to have not had a good look at it when Chester asks, but feels uneasy at what they've seen. During their lab, the professor reveals that Chester will be the new aid, and the two go to a cafe to get to know each other. The MC asks about the notebook, and Chester apologizes for coming off as creepy.

First off, I have to say that the artwork for this is really pretty. I like the more cozy atmosphere the game has and the general backgrounds are really well made. I am a huge fan of unique UIs and I really like how Gentle Fall's UI looks. It's pretty simple but it's gentle and it really does bring out the more softer and warm tones of what Autumn is idealized like, which I feel is a big theme of this game. It is interesting that there is a pretty strong lack of sound, but again, I'm not sure that's because of the state of the demo or if it's because that's the kind of feel that its going for. It is also fun when you can choose what personality the MC has (to a certain extent) since different responses might trigger different things that Chester might say. Platonic and Romantic routes also seem to be a fun plus to the game.

Because this is a demo, Chester as a yandere is very very minimal, mostly it seems so far that Chester has been tracking down what the MC has been doing and that's about it. From what I can tell, he's the type that is generally very soft and will do anything that the MC wants him to do, so if you play to be a bit meaner to him, he will likely sacrifice himself to you. That is at least what I'm getting from her tumblr, but it is a bit difficult to ask since currently not too much happens in the demo as of now. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, some games or characters works better with a more light yandere character, it just means that there wouldn't be as much to talk about for me when writing these recommendations. Again, not a bad thing, just something that I might need to clarify.

Anywho, Isa has another game that I will likely play in the future as well featuring the maid girl who was the cashier in the cafe. And spreading the love of glasses boys, which you go, Isa. Anyways, if you like the more lighter style of yanderes, please check it out.

#Gentle Fall #male yandere #yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #visual novel

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bunnyyamor · 1 year

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[ OCTOBER 25TH ] BYAKUYA KUCHIKI x fem! reader (teacher x student au)

synopsis; it's the famous halloween party at your college and everyone is invited. it's so annoying how all the teachers are there, keeping an eye out for troublemakers. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, office sex, 69, dirty talk, weed, alcohol, cunnilingus, blow job, oral (both), fingering, nicknames, brat taming, daddy kink, handjob, public sex, beta read!

notes; i think this has to be one of my favs smut i've written idk it just got me good and hot. i also rlly like byakuya he is so fine on so many levels its crazy. also i made the costume that y/n wears a bunny bc we representing my brand ppl! anywho, remember to unhide mature posts, like, reblog, and comment, that would mean the world to me!!!

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“holy fuck, girl. you look hot!” your friend groped your boobs as you were stuffing them in your hot bunny costume. you were posing and checking out yourself in the mirror, ready to indulge. you couldn’t lie, you looked amazing. your makeup was done in a sexy but soft girl look. then you added a bunny ears headband and wore a tight, black one piece outfit with shirt cuff sleeves, your ass almost showing with your fishnet stockings. you wore your 9-inch heels and had a cotton ball tail on your butt. you looked delectable and were the cutest bunny.

“i know right,” you fixed your hair. you were waiting all year for this day. it was the day for the most popular raving party ever. it was a halloween party. each year the college held one for the students. everyone that was anyone went.

“your boo is gonna pick us up? it’s at the gym slash cafeteria room.” your friend read her text from your boyfriend?

“that’s the plan.”

the door knocked and it was your boyfriend and a couple of his friends. “this is gonna be the best party ever! it’s gonna be lit.”

you rolled your eyes. you knew your boyfriend wasn’t the brightest man in the town. “yeah, yeah, yeah. you got the stuff?”

your stoner boyfriend nodded, giggling like a school boy, “yeahhhh man. i got you babe.”

“oh shit,” you stomped your foot. “aren’t the teachers gonna be there?”

“for real?” your friend twirled around angry. “why the fuck? they’re just gonna ruin everything and treat us like we’re in a christian party.”

“it’s because last year they found those guys smoking in the bathrooms…” you stared at your boyfriend, hands on your hips. “i wonder who’s fault that was?”

“bro, whatever! i didn’t know they were gonna smell us? so what? we’ll do it in my car babe. it’s gonna be fine. they dumb as fuck anyways these dumb teachers.”

you were starting to walk to the car. “sure…the teachers are dumb. but theres that teacher byakuya kuchiki? he is not an old, senile teacher, he’s gonna know.” that was the literature professor in the college.

“then maybe the way you can get him off our backs is fucking him, he’d love to fuck a cute little bunny,” your friend cackled as she smacked your ass.

you laughed as you drank back some alcohol. you wanted to get super drunk and nasty today. “ehhh who cares. let’s just get fucked up! and who gives a fuck about them teachers!” everyone wooed and drove to the cafeteria.

when your group got to the party you saw that some students were already secretly pouring drinks into the fruit punch.

“who you going for tonight?” you asked your friend. scanning the dance floor.

“maybe that smart teacher, i mean look at him y/n.” your friend pointed to mr. kuchiki. he was not wearing a costume since he was a more monotone chill teacher. he was not one to joke, only sometimes and you had never seen him laugh or smile. he was much more serious. he spooked you a little because you wondered if he even liked being a teacher. he stood, glaring at everyone to make sure they were behaving. he was tall, his long black hair was pushed back on one side only. he wore a tight, black suit, a big watch on his wrist as he looked at the time and then the party. he looked like he didn’t fit in with all the idiots that were here. you couldn’t help but stare however. he looked so handsome. so manly. his eyes with a glare of daggers. you couldn’t unglue yourself from him and his eyes found your stare. they looked directly into yours, causing you to fumble and trip.

“you okay y/n? you looked like you were eyefucking the professor there.”

“it’s doesn’t matter. let’s just go in the back and smoke. i saw like a deserted janitor room behind the auditorium. we could do it there. i didn’t see any vents.”

“yay! okay get your boo and we’re out of here.”

as you were going to get your boyfriend, byakuya made his way to you. he seemed to already be annoyed or angry. “y/n?”

“yes, professor? are you enjoying yourself? are you dancing a lot?” you twirled and shook your ass near him. wanting to see if you could crack him. instead he grabbed you by the arm.

“do you think this outfit is a appropriate? look at you?”

“what? what are you talking about?”

byakuya closened up, his chest pressed against yours. he towered over you and his eyes darkened. “this costume is provocative. what attention do you want from disgusting boys? i mean look at you, i can practically see your ass. you think i didn’t notice.”

“then if my ass is such a problem, don’t stare! listen old man, i don’t know if you know this but i’m a grown ass woman. i can do whatever the hell i want and wear whatever the hell i want. news flash i think i look great! and your opinion doesn’t matter to me so fuck off, professor!” you flicked your hair in his direction and stomped away. not caring that his eyes darkened and he shook with anger.

you were going to live your life and everyone could suck it! you were the popular, hot girl in school. the girl that could get away with anything and was maybe a brat. you wanted to do everything in life, wanting to live reckless and immature as a college student was supposed to live. this was going to be an unforgettable night!

“oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” you chuckled uncontrollably. feeling all the weight of classes and the semester being lifted off your shoulders. it made you comfortable with this blanket-ness of floating. you blew out smoke and saw your friends eyes were red. this made you laugh even harder. “who knew we were gonna get fucked up like this.”

“right! and no teacher has come in to check on us. i’m gonna finish this and then care to dance and eat with me? cause i’m literally starving!” your friend fixed her makeup in front of the bathroom.

you as well added gloss on your lips and saw your boyfriend was practically passed out. “shit. that’s probably going to be a problem.”

“do you think it smells in here?” your friend totally disregarded your statement.

you sniffed the air, “nah. maybe? a little? i don’t know but help me. i’m going to stick him in the car and i’ll check up on him in a few hours. he’s probably going to want cake.”

your boyfriend started to babble and sit up. slurring and making a ruckus. he was becoming loud and you were afraid it would attract unwanted attention.

the door to the empty janitor room flew open and there standing in the doorway was professor byakuya. his lips in a scowl, all mad as hell. his eyebrows were furrowed. he looked around and saw your boyfriend, your friend and then you.

“you!”

“me?”

he pointed at you and you noticed right then and there, you were the only one holding a blunt. “wait but i wasn’t the only one-”

“you two, go home. i’ll be telling the school about this tomorrow. and you? you’re coming with me. not only for this stunt but also for the way you talked to me earlier.” byakuya saw you were about to scramble out the window and grabbed you forcefully. he hurled you over his shoulder, your ass near his face. he was strong and his height made you feel like a tree was holding you. “do as i say, or else.” he threatened you.

“fuck you man!”

byakuya hauled you all the way to his office which was at the opposite side of the school. he threw you into a chair and sat at his desk, typing away something. “what are you typing, mr. smarty?” you snickered at your joke.

he glared at you, his eyes traveling from your legs to your face. “none of your business, you brat.”

you sighed, “look professor. it won’t happen again i promise! it was a one time mistake, honest!”

“you think i’m dumb y/n? do you?”

you pouted, “no.”

he continued typing, “i am sending an email to the school to make sure you all have consequences. especially you.”

“are you fucking serious?” you stormed up, pounding his desk. “c’mon! please don’t!”

“yes, i am. and for god’s sake, wear this. i would be freezing in that.” he stared at your breasts for a quick second. a second you too noticed. byakuya took his jacket off and handed it to you. you wrapped yourself in it and realized how much bigger he was than you and how good he smelled.

you sat back down and saw the way his muscles flexed under his white buttoned up shirt. he groaned as he sat back and loosened his tie. his legs wide opened as he sat at his desk.

“professor byakuya, are you single?”

his head snapped to yours quickly. “why are you asking me that?” he bit his lip as he got back to typing.

“to kill time i guess. i was just wondering because i never see you with anyone.”

for the first time you saw him smile. it was quick and it was small but it carried a hint of a chuckle in it. it was splendid. it made your heart quicken for some odd reason. you were the reason mr. grumpy pants smiled. “love the observation. but i am single. wife left me, it’s a whole story.”

you took gum out of your purse and popped it in your mouth. you played with the sticky substance on your finger, “you cheated?”

“no y/n, i did not cheat. and what does school say about gum?” he clicked his tongue.

you chewed it annoyingly, mouth sounds loud.

“spit it out.”

“no.”

“spit it out.”

“no!” you smiled evilly. you loved pushing his buttons.

“i said-”

“i know what you said mr. kuchiki. and i said n,” you opened up your right leg. “o.” then your left. you had opened up your legs wide for him to see. you knew your outfit was caught in your pussy lips and was stuck in your ass so he was seeing all of you. you also knew that right now you were wet. so wet because you were playing with fire. “i do what i want, professor.” you chewed loudly again.

byakuya’s eyes darted to your pussy and his eyes laid there a second too long. he quickly darted to you and put his hands out in front of your mouth. “spit it out.”

“you want my gum professor? here.” you pulled his hunching form to you by the tie and kissed his lips. at first he was hesitant but then you could tell he needed it. being single and all probably was hard on his body. he had no one to fuck. his mouth widened so that you could shove the piece of gum in there. his jawline moved in perfect sync with your open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your legs around him, his jacket slipping off as you moved your hands to his long hair. your fingers getting caught in the length. it was so soft to the touch.

“yes daddy,” you bit his ear as you moaned at feeling his hard on under you. “just like that.” you could hear him chewing the gum you gave him. he put your body against his desk. stomach flat on the wooden surface.

“spread your legs,” he ordered you, kissing your neck.

you listened and heard him ripping your fishnet stockings. he needed your cunt as quickly as possible. “i can smell you. are you dripping wet, wanting to fuck your professor?”

“mmmm yes. touch me and you’ll see what you do to me. i love when you order me.” you chuckle, biting your lips.

byakuya looked down and his veiny hands traveled between your legs. you were right. “fuck, you’re soaked.” his watch tapped lightly against your thighs. it was cold on your skin. his long, thick fingers lightly touched your pussy folds. he wanted to collect your juices and spread them against your cunt. his fingers swiped from your pussy to your tight asshole, loving the way your ass jiggled at that movement.

“am i a bad bunny, daddy?” you whined. loving how that turned him on more. you loved your power. he must have had his eyes on you before.

he bent over to your ears, his hot breath coming out, “you’re so bad you need to be punished.”

he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you on your knees in front of his cock. he looked so dominating like that. his long hair created a waterfall around his face, his eyes half lidded from the lust. his mouth heaving from being out of breath. his nipples hardening through his shirt as his muscles almost busted out of it. his tight black trousers were now tighter from his cock almost breaking through. you could see the indent of it and how big he was. his thumb lightly touched your cheek, soft like whispers. in that moment you were ready to give him everything. ready to listen, ready to take him in.

he thought you looked angelic, so cute. your ears were placed perfectly on your face. your eyes staring up at him, glossed lips parted slightly with a flushed look from being hot with need. your boobs were squished together as you sat there, obeying. “i want you to give it to me…please.”

he unzipped and let his hard dick out. it was veiny, and so thick. “will this fit in my mouth, professor?” you looked all around it, shocked that this is what your literature professor was hiding.

again he smirked, his lips quirking into a smile. “i know you can take it, baby.”

you put your hands around his cock. the feeling of his skin hot under your touch, “i need to know though.” your eyes darkened. “i am the only student that can do this to you. nobody and i mean nobody can touch you that way i am.”

byakuya squeezed your cheeks with his huge hand, “the same goes to you. you’re mine now y/n. you belong to me. so fuck that scrawny boyfriend outside that can’t even take weed.”

your mouth widened, shocked at his order. you forgot you even had a boyfriend!

byakuya pushed your head to take in his cock. you opened your mouth wide to take him fully in. you gurgled and gagged around his length and girth. “mmmmmm,” spit dripped from the sides of your mouth. byakuya’s hips subconsciously moved back and forth, fucking your mouth. loving the way your tongue flicked and twirled around his girth. “fuck, shitttt. that’s it baby. just like that. try to take more in?”

you nodded and started bobbing your head back and forth. loving how his cream was starting to coat your mouth. you went faster and faster. you were making byakuya become so turned on he was ready to become animalistic. “come here.” he urged you and carried you like you weighed nothing. he pushed everything off the desk. you were upside down, ass in his face. “don’t stop sucking, brat.” you listened and kept bobbing up and down, while byakuya smacked your ass as he laid back down on his desk with you on top of him. and that’s when his strong arms urged your ass to plop on his face.

“professor!” you were shocked but then in heaven.

in between licking your folds he said, “i said don’t stop sucking.”

you went back to diving your mouth around his cock. your nose touching his pubes while he ate you out. you both were doing 69.

you couldn't contain your moans as his fingers grabbed a hold of your ass cheeks, spreading them as he licked at your delicious cunt. he spat on it and open mouthed kiss it. his tongue swiping from your clit to your hole, diving his tongue inside your hole, in and out, fucking you with his tongue. you didn’t stop gurgling around his cock, spitting on his swollen head.

that’s when a knock was on the door.

“fuck,” you said as you tried to get off but byakuya had a hold on you. surely he heard the door? you bit your lip as you sat on his face, trying not to but you couldn’t help it but ride his face. loving the friction of his nose pressing your sensitive clit and his slobber and spit all over your wet fat pussy.

“babe? hello? i think i’m sober. i was wondering if you want to go get a bite? are you in there? shit are you getting reprimanded, damn. i’m sorry babe. i promise i’ll make it up to you if you get suspended. just hope it’s not that bad. i’m gonna go though and get some cake and i’ll meet you up in the car.”

you couldn't help but jump on byakuya’s face as his tongue dived in and out of your hole. your hand was covering your mouth, you were almost crying cumming. to think that your boyfriend was talking to you not knowing your pussy was literally being eaten out by your professor. byakuya slapped your ass. you listened to hear your boyfriend leave and that's when you let go a scream. “fuck! right there professor. right there! oh my god don’t stop. your tongue feels so good inside me!” you uncontrollably grinded his face. almost there.

you again deep throated byakuya, feeling him hit the back of your throat. you could tell he was almost there. in sync, you orgasmed. feeling the wetness come out between your fold and byakuya drinking and sucking all your juices. “right there baby. i’m gonna cum.” white spurts came out of byakuya and spiked inside your mouth, you drank him all up. he tasted way better than your boyfriend. he was the best fuck you ever had.

“shit, fuck,” byakuya groaned and you saw his chin glistening with your juices.

you tickled his tip and put his cream in your mouth like it was whip cream, “mmm delicious.”

“you’re a naughty bunny, aren’t you?”

you giggled cutely. i thought you realized that already, mr.”

#cry baby *🧸*#bleach smut #bleach x reader #byakuya smut #byakuya kuchiki smut #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya x reader #bleach byakuya #byakuya x you #byakuya bleach #byakuya x y/n #bleach x you #bleach x reader smut #bleach x y/n #kuchiki byakuya x reader #kuchiki byakuya x you #kuchiki byakuya smut

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cleo-arty · 7 months

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Yeah fuck it imma share the AU idea I have going on

🏵️Welcome Golden Flower🏵️

An AU that takes place after the events of Welcome home's cancelation.

To make this short, the story goes that during the cancelation the directors were discussing on what to do with the cast. Eventually setting on reusing their stuff and fabric to save money. So during the night they took everyone of the puppets away, all except Wally. Thanks to Home locking him out when the directors tried to take him as well. Afterwards, Wally didn't understand where his neighbors went, and after months of trying to search for them he began to lose so much hope. He soon settle down next to Julie's house as a way to hope that she was still there, maybe playing some sort of joke on him. Wally then looked at her golden flower bed as he remembered all the times him and the others would chat there. So in a way he decided to lay there, hoping and wishing to see his friends once again. Then he woke up in a strange area called "The Garden" where bundles of golden flowers lay on the ground. Julie found him afterwards and greeted Wally back after so long of them being apart.

Wally in this AU goes by the nickname Marigold or Goldie based on the flower he was given. His personality doesn't change here, he's more so the same. He does however not know about his friends demise still...

Wally is unsure about the Garden and it's whole purpose, he just goes there every night for now on to see his friends again. He tells home a lot about his time over there but Home never believes him.

Julie in this AU goes by Crocus or Violent. Still the same bubbly and cheerful girl she is. She however is moreso aware of the events that happened along side her friends. However, she refuse to tell Wally about it since she doesn't want to break his heart.

Julie still loves to cheer people up, but she took inspiration into dancing as she thought letting all her positive energy out will help others remain happy.

The Garden

A beautiful and peaceful place Julie created way back then as her own safe haven. The Garden is a place for positivity for everyone who steps in. There are many things you may encounter in the Garden, but only if you have something you truly desire most.

It's said that if you hope and wish for what you want, you may find a path of your flower color guiding you towards the area to your wish. Anything can come true in the Garden.

Beware of the wilted flower path however, no one knows what you may run into but...It's best never to go down those paths.

Flower Color Lore

Your flower can be anything you wish, based on your own personality and beauty. The colors however is something that is very important.

Pastel or light color flowers shows the person either being created from the garden or shows the person is sadly deceased. Because of that you may stay in the Garden forever. However, you may never leave no matter what.

Vibrant or bright color flowers shows the person being linked to the real world or if the person still is alive. With that you only are allowed to visit the Garden during the night. However, once day breaks your body will disintegrate into flower petals. Allow your body to be brought back to reality.

That's all the lore I got omg I fr planned all this out hdjdhd

Anywho um the other character I'll hopefully be able to show since I am still making their refs. Thanks for reading through if you made it here :"D!

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mysticalsoot · 1 year

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sick at space camp

a self-indulgent boarding school au fic

A/N; yes this takes place at a space camp boarding school and no I will not be disclosing exactly why other than autism. anywho I may do more of this specific boarding school au- who knows? also I just made up names for reader's family like figures lmao

summary; reader and wil get sick and have wholesome moments, wilbur is very whiny and sickly.

tw// swearing?? sickness. wilbur is whiny but when is he not

words; 2.5k

pairings; wilbur x gn!reader

dedicated to @lvrboysoot as always<3

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Wilbur's immune system was shit, that was a well-known fact. So going to a boarding school filled with (most likely) germy kids wasn't the best decision on his part, but nevertheless, here he was laying in his bunk, coughing out his lungs as you were shivered up in your own bunk.

The two of you caught some sort of cold—probably from running in the rain the week prior, Wilbur's idea—and both of you were paying for it. The two of you were quarantined to your dorm, which you shared with a few other kids, and we're also left out of activities for the day or as long as it takes for you both to get better. And hopefully, for you, it would be soon. Right now as you shiver and sniffle, you're missing out on getting to meet scientists and astronauts—and part of you began to resent Wilbur and his romantic ideals that landed the two of you in bed.

You heard him cough again, followed by a stuffy-sounding groan, "Next time you get an idea for a romantic escapade, let's not do it during a storm?" You pipe up, peeking around the wall that separates your bunk from the desk underneath his.

Wilbur simply grunts, covering his face with his hands, "Then don't agree to it," He turns over to lay on his front, head shoved into his pillow.

"Well, I didn't know it was going to rain when you convinced me to sneak out!" You sit up, skooching closer to the end of your bed, taking your tissues with you, "I told you that you'd regret sneaking out," You shake your head in disapproval, a smile painted on your lips, watching as he turns around again, this time onto his back. He can't seem to get comfortable and he grunts when he goes to sit up, not feeling even an ounce of comfort in his bed.

"No one caught us," He pauses as you stand, and only a few steps later you're climbing the ladder to his top bunk, reaching the tissues out for him to take. He takes the box and nods his head as a thank you, "I don't know why you complain so much about it." He shrugs as he sneezes into one of the tissues he took from the box.

"Becauuuse," You draw out the word, leaning away from the ladder as you hold onto the side of it, dramatically leaning your head back before snapping it back to face him, "It's against the rules, there's a curfew for a reason, bee."

He smiles softly at the nickname, a faint fluttering in his chest at the word—he feels happy despite the aches that radiate in his body. You back down from the ladder, walk back to your bunk, and wrap yourself in your blanket as you sit on the side, looking up at him.

"How the fuck are we going to pass the time," He pauses, his eyes meeting yours despite the distance between his bunk and yours, "It's already noon and I don't think I can sleep anymore, man."

You giggle slightly, shrugging your shoulders, "We could work on our space law project. We haven't finished that."

He grumbles, shaking his head, "Hell no, for the love of God, anything but that," Wilbur sits up, pulling his legs to rest against his chest and he keeps his gaze locked on you. Despite your sickly skin and puffy under eyes—you're beautiful, in every meaning of the word. He simply stays there admiring you, eyes shining with a glint of love and joy.

"Oh, come on, it's not that bad," You shake your head, rolling your eyes and you too, admire him. Your eyes locked on his, his patchy cheeks bright and pink, his own under eyes puffy too, the tip of his nose bright red. The two of you look sickly, but you both still manage to find the beauty in each other despite the patchy color and puffy eyes.

He sits up straight, stiff and his face falls into a look of blank seriousness, "You signed me up to argue our case, I wouldn't be the one to say it's 'not that bad'," Wilbur keeps his gaze locked on yours, and you laugh.

"Oh, come on, Wil," You lift yourself off your bed, walking over to the ladder of his bunk again, wrapping yourself in your blanket just a bit tighter, "You're great at public speaking, and don't get me started on how well you are at persuading people," You chuckle lightly, sarcasm dripping from your last statement.

"You're so mean," He mumbles to you as he rubs his face with his hands, settling to hide his face in his hands.

"And a mean person who doesn't love you at all would—despite their better judgment—sneak out with you past curfew to run across campus, in the rain may I add, so you can have your hopeless romantic fantasy of dancing under the Saturn V?" You raise an eyebrow at him, smile wide and playful and he rolls his eyes at you.

"Touche," He slinks down to lay on his back, "I'm surprised your dad hasn't found out about that," Wilbur lets a soft smirk show through as his eyes slide shut.

"He doesn't and will never know, okay? Don't even tell Evan, he'll spill it immediately just to spite me," You shake your head, reminded of the glares your uncle-like figure has given Wilbur is the boy so much as hugs you. It's merely a joke between you—while he does care deeply about you, he cares about all his students and could care less if you and Wilbur snuck out. Although, your dad will care because he is legally responsible for you.

"No sane person would tell Evan a secret, or do something to get on his bad side," Wilbur jokingly shivers at the thought, smiling wide yet his eyes still shut.

"You telling him is like an immediate incrimination of yourself—I'd get off scot-free because in his mind—" You say the next part in a singsong voice, tilting your head in a teasing manner, "I can do no wrong~" You pause, gesturing your hand towards him, smiling, "But you on the other hand, oh boy, you might as well be the devil,"

"It's only because we're dating and he's overprotective of you," He huffs, crossing his arms, although the smile he holds only grows.

"Yeah, yeah, he just knows if I'm hurt under his supervision he's in biiiig trouble," You laugh to yourself, leaning against the ladder again.

"Your dad is kind of scary, so I don't blame him," Wilbur shrugs, discarding another tissue into the bin next to him.

"My dad? Scary?" You huff, shaking your head with a smile, "That man, is the equivalent of a cotton candy bear,"

Wilbur raises his eyebrows, "That sure is one comparison,"

"Well, it's true!" You counter and then a comfortable silence blankets the two of you. You tap the metal of the ladder before dropping down to your feet and going back to sit on the edge of your bunk. You curl back into the corner, wrapping yourself in your blanket, and hiding away from Wilbur's loving eyes.

You both rest in your respective bunks for a good while, the room entirely silent besides the occasional coughs and sneezes. It's not long before you're dozing off, your eyes desperate to slide shut.

A moment later, you're met with the feeling of warmth next to you and a shuffling sound following it. You open your eyes and you are far from surprised when your vision is net with a sickly Wilbur curled in his blanket, trying to squeeze into the bunk with you.

"It got lonely," He mumbles as he slips under your blanket with you, his head resting on your chest and his arm draping over your middle. You smile softly down at him, wrapping your hands in his frizzy hair.

"Did it get lonely or are you just clingy?" You laugh lightly as he nuzzles against your chest, his legs tangling with yours.

"Rude," He let out a soft laugh, and now with him wrapped around you, you're wide awake, "I missed you,"

"Soo, clingy?" You smile wide, wrapping your arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I hate you," Despite his words, Wilbur holds a warm smile as he speaks, simply tightening his grip on you and nuzzling his face against your chest.

"I hate you too," You smile softly, slinking down slightly and he readjusts against you.

"Objection," He smiles up at you, "You love me."

You shake your head, "Mm, nope, pretty sure all I feel for you is loathful hate."

"How dare you," His tone is playful and he lays his cheek on your shoulder.

Silence blankets the room again, interrupted by sniffling from him and chattering of your teeth. You pull the blankets up further, trying to wrap yourself in any sort of warmth you can. Wilbur notices this and wraps his arms around you even more, doing his best to warm you.

Something about the domestic nature of this; of being sick and in your lover's arms, is somehow calming. You feel like shit, but being next to Wilbur makes it all better. Being able to run your fingers through his hair, brush his warm cheeks with your hands, or just look down at him and admire him—feels like a blessing in itself.

You place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, resting your chin against him moments later, "You wanna watch a movie?"

He nods, smiling, "Space Camp 1986?" He tilts his head up to meet your eyes.

You laugh, "Don't tell Evan."

"Who said I was gonna tell the man who hates that movie more than anything, that I, his precious favorite student's boyfriend, suggested it in the first place?" He huffs as he shakes his head, sitting up and scooting off the bunk and grabbing his laptop off the desk, sneaking back into your bunk a moment later.

"You are a shit liar," You huff, smiling wide as you let him wrap his arm around you and you open the laptop, putting in the password and scrolling through Netflix as Wilbur holds you.

His chin rests on the top of your head, "I'm a good liar, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hm, okay, whatever you say. Live in your little fantasy world, Wil," You continue your scrolling, doing your best to find the movie but so far not finding it.

"You know, you can search for it," His lips curl up in a mischievous grin and you huff, continuing your scrolling on a search for your watch again section.

"I know it's here, asshole," You briefly glance over to him, glaring for a split second with a grin of your own plastered on your features. You scroll down a couple more lines until you find it and when you do, you stick your tongue out at Wilbur, taunting him. "Told ya!" You select the movie and let it begin playing while you push the laptop to lay on your knees. You wrap your arms around Wilbur and rest your head against his chest and he follows suit, his own arms wrapping tightly around you in a warm embrace.

"You still could've looked it up," He whispers against your hair as he presses a soft kiss against the top of your head and you grumble at him.

"Yeah, yeah, now shush, the movie's playing," You nuzzle in further next to him and focus your attention on the movie. The little girl at the beginning wishes to touch the stars like John Glenn, and then the pilot and her husband and how she too wishes to touch the stars—but has yet to be picked by NASA while the rest of her male colleagues have seemed to all get their chance.

You lay there in comforting silence, breathing and sniffles of noses the only things heard aside from the movie playing in front of you and your lover. It's quiet and comforting. So serene and domestic.

The movie continues on and when you've gotten to the point the crew of kids gets stuck in the space shuttle; you look up at Wilbur.

"You're so pretty…" You whisper as you gaze up at him, his fingers twirling into the hair atop your head, his gaze mindlessly locked on the computer screen.

He looks down at you, cheeks dusting pink, "You think so?" Wilbur's expression is unsure and you smile softly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

You nod softly, "I know so," You run your thumb over his cheek, face rough from having yet to shave today.

"How do you know?" He whispers back, and you sit up, your hand falling to rest on his shoulder. The movie still plays in the background.

"How wouldn't I know?" You pose the question resting your legs over his and pulling him in for his head to rest against your chest. You run your fingers through his frizzy curls.

"Mm, I don't know," He pauses, arm wrapping around your back, "Maybe cause I'm not, especially right now,"

You huff a laugh, hand grazing at his cheek, the warmth on his skin either from nervousness or sickness, and neither of you could tell, "You're kidding, right," You pause, and he shakes his head, "Love, you're sick. Give yourself a break," You lean down and press a kiss to the top of his head, "And fyi, you're pretty all the time, even sick,"

He hides his face in the fabric of your shirt, blushing wildly, "I don't deserve you," The words are mumbled and if you weren't so close to him, you wouldn't have been able to hear him.

"Of course you do, you deserve the multiverse, darling," He shakes his head.

"Nope,"

You huff a small laugh, "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Yup," He lifts his head, smiling wide.

"Alright," You smile, eyes sliding shut and then you open them, looking down at Wilbur, "I love you more than anything and you deserve everything in the multiverse and then some, end of story,"

He fakes a pout, "I didn't even get to argue,"

Your smile is just as evident, if not more so and you place a gentle kiss to his forehead, "That's the point," You take a moment when you process the burning of his skin, and you place the back of your palm to his forehead, "You've got a fever," Your smile turns down into a frown.

Wilbur whines, "Don't make me go to sick bay, pleaaaaaase,"

"Wil," You brush some of his curls out of his face, "If you have a fever, you have to go,"

He shakes his head, resting against your shoulder, "Just let me stay here longer, just a bit more?"

You nod, "Fine, but when the movie's over, sick bay, asap."

"Agreed," He puts out his pinky and you wrap your own around his.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x gn!reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot reader insert

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ficthots · 1 year

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To Whom It May Concern

A/N: Jesus I so overdid this, but I couldn’t help myself. Love triangle. Need I explain more? Also, I know this picture is way overused, but it's basically the only one of these two together! What's up with that by the way? Anywho, as always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. DNI if you are under 18. 18+ only

Word Count: 18.8k+

Falling in love is a right of passage. It happens at different ages and times for everyone. As you grow, so do your infatuations. These feelings you can’t begin to describe take over your being and infiltrate your mind daily. They can happen more than once, they can happen just once, it all varies and depends on the person. Loving love is what we're taught from such a young age. Why would anyone be anything but enthralled to finally feel the deep rooted sensations that accompany love?

Because they can be unrequited. A majority of the time they are. Whomever has captured your attention and the blossoming feelings that you begin to feel deep in your soul are simply unreturned. Never showing a large interest in even thinking about expressing or returning those emotions.

That seemed to be your only experience with love.

On more than one occasion you admit to staring off into space as you imagined him finally admitting his feelings for you. What your life and world could be like if he was by your side for it all. Something you had been imagining and daydreaming about since you first met him when you were just a child. Not fully comprehending what those butterflies in your stomach actually were. As you grew older, you harbored those feelings for him, settling for being just friends.

You could be the friend. Sure, those feelings wouldn’t go away, in fact it was quite the opposite. They only expanded. Spending incredulous amounts of time together over the years meant it was the only way it was going to happen. The sweetest boy turned man you had ever met in your life. Watching from the sidelines as he hopped from relationship to relationship, never looking at you the way you had so desperately wanted for years. But it didn’t matter because it was him.

Danny.

Having grown up with the Kiszka boys, Danny joined the group in middle school. The rest was history for you. The second the tall, lanky boy entered their living room, being introduced by Sam, you felt your mouth go dry. Eyes nearly bugging out of your head at the sight of him, you didn’t know what to say when he took the spot next to you on the floor, legs going under the coffee table.

The gang was playing a round of monopoly and when his knee lightly brushed yours, you melted into the floor. “Hey,” he said with a kind, but nervous smile. Clearing your throat, you anxiously straightened the fake money piles in front of you, terrified to make eye contact with him. “Hey,” you offered back eyes darting up to him and seeing his attention already focused on the board.

Staring at your best friend across the table, Sam’s eyebrows were furrowed, shaking his head no at you. Feeling heat creep up your cheeks and neck, you had a silent conversation using only various looks with the youngest brother. A throat cleared next to you, seeing older brother Jake’s head move between you both.

With a nudge, Jake spoke up, “It’s your turn, belly,” your eyes went wide at the horrendous nickname, embarrassment pummeling you at the term being used right then. “Belly? Why belly?” His voice spoke up from next to you, but everyone burst out in laughter as Sam tried to get the explanation out.

“Be-because, we went to a lake one summer a long time ago, an-and she belly flopped off the back of the boat into the wa-water.” Tears streamed down all of their faces at the ridiculous memory, but all he did was offer a light chuckle, elbow popping out towards your arm as he leaned towards you. “It’s better than all of your nicknames coming from being the tallest kid in the class or having a huge nose,” he gave a kind smile, trying to offer a sense of relief from the others still rolling around on the floor from laughter.

You nearly choked on your words as you tried to respond to him. “I-I like your nose. I don’t think it’s big at all. And Michael Davidson is taller than you,” his smile grew at your words. You couldn’t keep eye contact a second longer after that, eyes going back to the board and rolling your dice as Sam continued cackling.

“Shut up, Sam! Or should I say skidmark,” as Jake and twin Josh had just caught their breath, they were back to rolling around on the floor dying in laughter. Sam quieted down right away after that, face burning bright red at the jab back at him. “Whatever, I don’t want to play anymore. Come on, Danny. I’ll show you my guitar. It’s pretty cool.”

Jake slammed his money on the table as the boys pounded up the stairs, you staring after them in awe as they moved, Jake shouting after them, “Sam, I swear to god, if you touch my guitar, I’ll kill you!” You didn’t notice you had been staring until Josh spoke up next to you.

“Well, I guess that mean’s games over. Can you help me put it away?” You snapped back into the moment, quickly nodding in agreement as you aided Josh in putting the game away. He chatted the entire time, but you had no idea what he had said at all. Only thinking about the new boy upstairs.

That was just the beginning. He was around nearly every single day after that. Taking over as drummer for their little band and constantly being over for practice. You were over everyday because it was just what you did. Your parents worked late, and you weren’t comfortable being home alone so late, so you went to the Kiszka house until one of your parents would come and get you.

Unrequited love. That was the definition of your entire relationship with Danny. You had been in love with the boy since the day he had walked into the room, but nothing you did or said made a difference. In Danny’s eyes, you were just another part of the group. Nothing more.

Years rolled by with no advances. As he became an adopted brother to the boys, it seemed like you became his adopted sister. It didn’t matter what you tried, it simply just didn’t matter. Realization of this dawned on you during your senior year of high school. Prom season had quickly approached. Sam had asked one of the girls in your class, and you had been asked by two different guys that you had turned down.

Sitting in your room Sam had his legs straight up against your bed, back flush with the floor, tossing a ball up into the air while your other best friend, Marcia, sat at your desk while you looked at the dress you had bought for prom.

“Okay, what do you think?” You turned to face them both, their heads turning to you and Marcy gasped, eyes wide as she nodded fervently. “Oh my god, yes, yes, yes! That dress is everything.” Sam nodded, going back to tossing his ball. “Looks good. Who are you going with? I heard that Mason Bloomson asked you. Did you say yes?” Eyes falling downcast, you shook your head. “Oh, yeah, he did. I turned him down,” Marcy’s jaw nearly hit the floor at your words. “You said no to Mason?” You only offered a shrug, turning back towards the floor length mirror, playing with the dress, wanting to avoid the topic all together.

Sam sighed, deciding to be as blunt as possible with you. “Danny’s not asking you, belly.” You shot him a dirty look through the mirror. “I’m not waiting for Dan-” he cut you off before you could finish, “He already asked Jessica Frock. She said yes,” you tried to mask the hurt expression that plastered to your face.

Marcy’s face fell, locking eyes with you through the mirror, an apologetic look on her own face. Trying to shake it off, Sam carefully watched your reaction from the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry, belly flop,” your nose and lips twitched to the side as you felt the hurt pummel you.

“I wanted to go alone. It’s more fun that way.” Was all you could offer in return, now hating the color of dress you had picked. After having seen his suit just a couple weeks prior, the silver and gold dress you had selected because you thought it would match Danny well now seemed ridiculous.

The day of prom, you spent nearly all day getting ready with Marcy, knowing it was time to go down the street for pictures. When you appeared at the Kiszka house for photos, your eyes were immediately drawn to him. He looked amazing. The suit fit him perfectly, not making him look as skinny as he typically did, hair slicked back, boutonniere pinned to his lapel. He looked happy as he and Jessica matched perfectly.

You felt heat creep up your neck at the whistle that came from the other side of the room. “You look amazing, belly.” Josh leaned against the doorframe, eyes bright with amusement as you walked over to him. “Thanks, chompers.” The nickname you came up for him based on the sheer size of his smile and teeth. His face lightly pinked at your words.

Looking around the room, his brows furrowed as he saw Sam with his date, Danny with Jessica, and Marcy with hers, his eyes fell back to you. “Where’s your date? Is he running late?” You shook your head, taking in a short breath as you tried to laugh it off. “Oh, no. I’m going by myself.”

A look of shock took over Josh’s face at your words, standing up straight. “What? Why?” You couldn’t help but look at him. Laughing with Sam about the picture they had just taken together. “I-I just wasn’t asked by the right person.” Josh followed your gaze, nodding with understanding but not saying anything more.

When the parents called you over for the group photo, you begrudgingly trekked over. The picture of you, Sam, and Danny had you placed in between them. “Ah, how cute! Danny and belly girl match!” Danny’s brows furrowed at his moms words, looking down to see what you were wearing.

Laughter escaped him as he looked back towards the camera. “Oh, look we do.” His hand came up and lightly ruffled your hair. You tried to laugh through the awkwardness that sat deep in your stomach, smoothing down the top of your hair. “Ye-yeah.” That was the last Danny said to you all night.

You ended up sitting on the balcony for most of the evening, watching over the party goers, tears streaming down your cheeks at how incredibly stupid you felt about the entire thing. You should’ve known better. Danny didn’t see you that way. The way you looked at him like he had hung the stars and the moon just for you. Like he was the only person in the world worth a damn.

No, to Danny you were just another part of the group. When Sam invited you to a band practice one afternoon you knew you had nothing better to do so you went. Sitting in the garage listening to the sound pounding around you, you couldn’t fight the smile that grew on your face with each passing minute.

Eyes glued to him. He moved so easily despite the burn you knew he had in his arms. Never missing a beat, it was like second nature to him. He was captivating. As the boys went in to grab a drink of water, you remained in the garage with Danny.

“So, what do you think?” You stood from your stool, walking over to the drum set. “Eh.” His shocked laugh fell from his lips. “Eh? We just poured out hearts and souls into this and you say eh?” You both fought through laughter as he feigned hurt.

Giving a shrug, you went to his own seat, plopping down and grabbing the sticks from his hands. “Watch the professional. You might want to take notes here,” he leaned against a tool chest, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you.

You took in a deep breath, rolling your head in an over dramatic way, wanting to make a show of this. When you opened your eyes, you immediately just started hitting everything you could, letting your foot go wild on the pedal, nothing but horrific noise going into the room. Danny started laughing so hard, he hunched over, hands flat on the tops of his thighs as he watched from the sidelines.

“Okay, okay! Don’t break ‘em!” He approached you as you came to stop, out of breath from the exertion. Giggles falling from you. “I mean that was pretty good, right? I feel like we sounded exactly the same. I can be your understudy anytime. Just give me a call and I’m there.”

He came up behind you, hands enclosing over yours, looming over you as he got your hands into actual position. His leg hooked under yours, moving it to the correct spot. His head came down, cheek nearly brushing yours as he spoke. “Yeah, let’s get some more practice first. Okay, it’s one-two-two-one,” he moved your hands with his, hitting the drums as he spoke.

“Now, when you feel my foot hit yours, hit the pedal,” your tongue darted out as you tried adjusting your body to actually try and play. Continuing with the basic motions, him guiding you still, his foot occasionally tapping yours to remind you to hit the pedal, you actually had a smooth rhythm going.

The garage door opened, the guys walking in and seeing the beaming smile on your face as you played with Danny, slowly speeding up. “Huh? Look at this! I am so your back up drummer now.” All three of their eyebrows shot up, nodding, but Jake pointed to Danny.

“Take your hands off,” he did so and you immediately lost the smooth pace you had been playing at. Pouting at Jake, you pointed a stick at him, “You’re such an ass!” Laughter erupted from everyone as Danny tapped your shoulder, letting you know it was time to get up.

Reluctantly standing, you once again took your regular spot, but Josh approached you. “Hey, I think you’ve got amazing potential. More so than me.” He shot you a wink as you laughed, pushing him away from you.

You were buzzing for the remainder of the week.

Nothing ever changed. Even as you grew older, having gone off to college, their music taking off. Becoming a massive success seemingly overnight. They weren’t home near enough anymore. When you were able to get home from school, they were almost always gone and vice versa.

Of course, you dated around, but nothing ever stuck. No massive feelings ever erupting for anyone else. Still only viewing Danny in that light. It wasn’t until Christmas break when you had gotten home that you noticed an aura shift in the house. The bouncing boy, full of energy and life, came crashing into the party.

Something was…different. You couldn’t help but look at Josh…different. When his eyes connected with yours, you didn’t think it was possible for his smile to grow larger, eyes get brighter, but he took off in your direction, enveloping you in a massive hug. Hands cupping your cheeks as he pulled back, a different look on his face than ever before.

“My belly girl!” He pulled you back to him. Butterflies.

It would be another year before anything would ever come of that. But it didn’t matter because he still caught your eye. Hair longer than ever before, eyes beaming as he took you in. Still Danny. Still not the look you dreamed of.

“I’m fucking done. Do you have any idea how bad that date was last night?” Angrily slamming a plate into the soapy water into the sink below, your two best friends laughed on the other end of the FaceTime call. “No, belly, please do tell.”

You gave Sam the dirtiest look you could manage as his sarcastic tone rang through the speaker. “No. Just for that, I won’t. There is nobody. Literally no good guys anymore. They’re all sleazy assholes and the ones that are good either don’t like you back or are taken. It’s a goddamn lose-lose situation, here!”

Frustration had your voice going up to a pitch it typically didn’t. “Bells, you just have bad taste in men.” Setting the plate down after scrubbing it roughly, you deadpanned to the split screen, Marcy’s words not making you feel any better.

“Thanks for the help. I appreciate you both so much.” Sam groaned, moving around the hotel he was currently in before flipping a light switch on and showcasing his entire face for the first time. “If you would just act on your feelings maybe this wouldn’t be happening. You’re too afraid of everything and that’s the problem here and you know it.”

Eyebrows drawing in at his words, your soap covered hands rested on the counter top. “Am not.” You muttered back, but Marcy caught it. “Are too! Both Danny and Josh are prime examples of this. You’ve had a crush on Danny since forever and Josh since you were nineteen years old. You. Are. A. Chicken.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued with your dishes. “I don’t even like them anymore. They were phases. I had no interaction with any other boys until college. Of course I would like whoever was in front of me.”

They both protested, but before they could continue Sam had to end the call, needing to head to the venue for their last show of their tour. An amazing, globe trotting tour that had you bursting with pride at the once garage band now literal rockstars. Seeing their dreams happen right before your eyes.

You hardly spoke to anyone for the following few days, having had an insane time at work and knowing the boys were getting back to Nashville sometime that week, you were far too busy to dwell on it. They had basically followed you to Nashville, you having gotten into school there and finding a job right after school, the gang ended up following.

Collapsing on your couch with a loud sigh and groan, having changed for the night, you were looking forward to reading and consuming an adult cocktail, but that came to an abrupt halt when a knock sounded on the other side of your front door. Debating on ignoring it, a text came through to your phone just seconds later.

Perm-It’s me. Open the door. Please :)

Excitement coursed through you as you jumped from your seat and opened your door with haste. Throwing yourself into his embrace, his curls tickled your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you. “Belly!” You could hear the big smile through his words.

His arms tightened around you as you rocked with him, not wanting to let go just yet, one of his hands cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped tightly around your waist. “Fro boy! When did you guys get back?” He laughed, reluctantly letting you go, hands not leaving you just yet.

“This afternoon.” You grabbed his hand, dragging him into your apartment and going to your kitchen to make him a drink. “I want to hear everything,” he cleared his throat, your back facing him, “Belly,” continuing on and ignoring him, you animatedly kept talking. “Tell me everything, every story,” he tried again to intervene, “Bells.” Still, you carried on. “I’ve only heard some from Sam, but you always tell them so much better than him.”

When you turned on your heel, drink made for him in hand, the glass slipped from your fingers as you saw what he held in his hands, his cheeks bright red. He immediately went to clean the broken glass that scattered around the floor. “Ho-how di-did you get that?” Your finger pointed at the envelope in his hands, unable to process what was happening.

With Josh still crouched on the floor, paper towels in hand, mopping up the liquid and picking up the glass shards, he answered. “It was in my mail when I got home.” Your trembling hands grabbed the envelope, praying that it wasn’t opened.

It was.

“This isn’t even your current address.” You mumbled out, seeing the decorated envelope in your hands. When Josh stood back up, his gaze fell to it. “It was in another envelope.” Nodding, you went to your couch and sat down, the item still in your hands, unable to get up to speed.

His awkward laugh broke through the room as he appeared in your line of vision. “I think we need to talk about it.” You swallowed thickly, not having blinked once. “Mhm.” You answered back. He sat on the coffee table, merely inches from you.

He waited for you. Didn’t pressure you. Wanted you to be ready to share with him whatever you were feeling. Whatever explanation you wanted to give. Taking a deep breath, you calmed down enough to look into the large doe eyes peering at you, giving you a comforting smile.

“I just want to start by saying that letter is old. Very old. That's why that address isn’t right. I don’t know how or who sent it, but it wasn’t me.” Josh laughed with a shrug, hands rubbing his knees. “I figured that out when you dropped that glass.” Your eyes shut, a small laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Sorry about that by the way. It was gonna be a really good mule.” You both laughed together, feeling the tension slowly ease. “I wrote that letter when I knew I had feelings for you.” He nodded slowly, following along with your tale.

A shuttered breath fell from your throat. “I’m not going to lie to you. I wrote that when I was hopelessly in love with you, Josh. I was nineteen. It was on that trip back home during the Christmas break of my sophomore year.” It dawned on him right then exactly what trip it was.

“The kickback.” He breathed out. You flipped the envelope over, pulling the pieces of paper from it, unfolding and rereading the emotions you had felt tenfold when you wrote it. Everything rushing back to you then.

Joshua Michael Kiszka,

Oh, the brightest ball of sunshine that I have ever encountered and probably ever will. Do you know how much you light up a room when you enter it? You’ve done it since we were kids. Drawn all eyes to you. Pulling all the attention in a room straight to you. I am guilty of this. Of seeing you and only you. A spotlight if you will.

I don’t know how else to explain this. How I’m feeling. The unexplainable, unmeasurable emotions that are erupting from deep within. Taking notice of my best friend’s older brother. The twin that I’ve always felt the strongest pull towards. That can have butterflies wrestling in my stomach with such a simple look. How you take care of me. Ensuring that I am always okay. No matter how far apart we are. How blind I’ve been, Josh. My sincerest apologies for not recognizing this sooner. Being preoccupied elsewhere. But not tonight.

You kissed me tonight.

The entire world faded away and in that moment it was just us. I wish it could remain that way for the rest of time together. We sat together at that kickback, bonfire roaring, but that wasn’t what kept me warm tonight. It was you. Your presence, your everloving persona. After having watched the show of a lifetime by you and your brothers, I thought it was just going to be like any other night.

How wrong was I? Maybe it was the energy you had from the evening or maybe it was how you had been feeling for a long while. I never saw the looks you gave me until tonight, but you’ve always been there, haven’t you? I was just too dumb to see it.

I love you, Josh. Forever yours.

Belly

You couldn’t help but smile at the lovesick girl that wrote this. So overpowered by the emotions she had felt when the older brother kissed her. He had sat next to you on a log, asking you how you thought the show went. You two sat and talked for ages. About anything and everything. It happened in the blink of an eye. It was the way he looked at you and you looked at him. Like you were truly seeing him for the first time.

Joshua.

“Do you still feel this way, belly?” His voice was nothing but a whisper. Not wanting to frighten you off. Buying you time to respond. Not needing an answer right away. Because Josh was never rushed. Never bothered by the wait. He continued on, still speaking low. “I’ve liked you for a long time. So long I can’t even think back to when it started. I-I didn’t know you felt the same otherwise I would’ve acted on it.”

When his eyes came back up and locked on yours, you went to answer, mouth opening to let sound out, but you heard your phone ding, drawing your attention to the cushion next to you that lit up.

Little drummer boy- Attachment: 1 Image

Little drummer boy- Think we need to talk

Your mouth was gaping like a fish, trying to catch any air you possibly could. Feeling the beginnings of an anxiety attack barreling through you, nausea surfacing, you moved back from Josh. Leaning forward, you placed your forehead against the tops of your thighs, nearly brushing against your knees, trying to will your breathing back to normal.

“Belly, what’s going on? Breathe, take a breath,” Josh’s hand caressed your back, rubbing soothing circles, trying to muster up the courage to tell him what happened. “Someone else got a letter,” you mumbled it out so quietly, he almost wasn’t sure you had spoken at all.

He lightly chuckled, withdrawing his hand from your warm back to let you properly sit up. “What?” With your eyes still squeezed shut, you sat upright and let a shaky breath out. “Someone else got a letter,” it was choked out, opening your eyes as you finished to see his expression.

It was his turn to be surprised. Bushy brows near kissing on his face, a puzzled look adorning his handsome features. “Wait, what? There’s-there’s another letter?” Your eyes shot up to the ceiling as your head fell back. “Technically three, but only two are accounted for,” gnawing on your lip, you saw a smile starting to grace his face.

“Wow, alright. Three, huh?” You nodded, playing with the skin on your fingernails as you dove into a word vomit of an explanation. “I’ve written a letter for every person I’ve ever been in love with. All at very different times in my life. It was the only way for me to express my feelings without actually saying something.”

Taking in a large breath after you had finished, that signature lopsided smile, the shit eating grin that turned you into mush, adorned his lips. “Who's the others?” Rolling your eyes, you propelled up from the couch, trying to figure out how to respond to Danny’s message. Maybe don’t respond at all and you just won’t have to deal with it.

“Uh uh.” You murmured out, nearly downing your own cocktail in one swig. He followed you, hand gripping your wrist and turning you to face him. “All I’m saying is I deserve to know. Might be some competition here,” he laughed at the end, but when your head snapped up from your screen, color draining from your face, it hit you.

This was going to be bad. Not just for you, but for literally every single one of the boys. Josh was obviously showing interest in you, Danny was probably going to want to stay as far away from you as possible from now on, it was just going to be…weird. His face deadpanned, smile diminishing as he knew who got the other letter.

His eyes stared at his shoes, kicking an imaginary rock around your kitchen as he bit out the name, not sure what to do. “Danny, right?” His arms were behind his back, each hand holding the other wrist. Standing back up straight, his eyes locked with yours.

Immediate devastation. Loss. Not even a fighting chance.

“Josh-I. Yeah. He got one of them.” He shrugged, a knowing look taking over. “So, that’s it then, right?” You immediately shook your head, reaching a hand out for his. “No, no. I-just, this is a lot happening at once. Can-can I just have some time?” He perked back up instantly, leaning forward and placing the gentlest kiss you had ever received on your lower cheek, capturing the highest corner of your mouth.

Squeezing your hand, eyes bright. Excited. Hopeful.

“I’m here. Whenever you’re ready. I’ll always be here.” Josh left just a second after that. Your hands trembled, picking your phone back up and just staring at the message. The text bubble popped back up, disappearing, and then another message appeared.

Little drummer boy- C’mon over belly doors unlocked

It took every ounce of courage you had to get in your car and drive over to his home. It was a short drive, only seven minutes from your apartment complex, but it felt like the longest drive you had ever experienced in your life.

You weren’t ready to do this. To deal with the feelings you had been harboring for years. Since the day you met him. You could’ve vomited as you trudged up his front steps, hand grabbing the cool knob, opening the door as you got the sweeping comfort of his home.

A warm embrace. The smell of him lingered everywhere, the cologne you adored more than anything was on every surface. The lights were dim in the house, only some low lights on, music playing through the surround sound speakers. His back was to you as he stood in the kitchen.

Clearing your throat, you were terrified your wavering voice would crack and break as you spoke to him. “Dan-danny?” He instantly turned and faced you, a large smile on his face as he nearly ran from the kitchen, sweeping you up in his embrace, crushing you to him.

Your laughter mixed with his, arms enclosing around his neck, the long curls covering your arms. “Belly! God I missed you,” he placed a large kiss to the side of your head, placing you back on the floor, arms not removing from you as he did. “Hey yourself,” you still were giggling at his over excitement.

His large hands came up, cradling both sides of your jaw, eyes squinted as his smile took over his face. Smushing your cheeks together, he was reluctant to let you go, but you batted his hands away with a laugh. Your eyes immediately fell to the counter where it sat. Waiting.

Gaze following yours, his lips sucked back into his mouth, hands tucking into the tight pockets of his dark jeans. “I’m so sorry, Danny. I-I don’t know how it got to you, who sent it, I-I just have no clue.” You were speaking quietly, eyes not being able to pull away from the torn top of the letter.

He motioned to his living room, grabbing the letter as you both made your way to the couch. You sat far from him. Not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable then it had to be. Playing with the envelope in his hands, his eyes remained stuck on it. You weren’t even sure where to start. Not with Danny.

“I wrote that letter when I was seventeen. It was-was never supposed to be seen by anybody, especially you. That letter was the only way I could channel all of those feelings into some sort of outlet. I had-had been feeling that way for so long,” he cut you off as you spoke, “Since we first met.” His eyes cut up to yours, swallowing thickly at his intense stare.

You couldn’t speak. Wanting to deny it, but you literally couldn’t. He had the proof right there in his hands. Instead you just nodded. Danny tossed the letter onto the coffee table in front of him, hands coming up to rub harshly at his face. A frustrated sigh turned groan leaving him as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“Belly, I didn’t-had I-I’m sorry.” You couldn’t look at him, see the pure anger. Disappointment. All of it painting his face. “No, I know you didn’t. Please don’t apologize. It-it was years ago. All in the past.” Finding the fuzz on your leggings of more interest, you picked it off, a pained laugh bubbling from your throat, trying to ease the seriousness of this.

In the blink of an eye, Danny was sitting right next to you, shaking his head fervently at your words. “No, oh my god, belly no. I didn’t mean-I just meant I didn’t know you felt that way. I didn’t want to create some crazy idea in my head that couldn’t be lived up to, you know what I mean? You were-are so out of my league, I never thought.” He trailed off at the end, leaving you absolutely speechless.

Not offering any more words, Danny continued on. “You’re an amazing person, belly. That’s why I never tried more with you. I don’t take rejection very well and had things not worked or you said no, it would’ve made things bad. I’m sorry.” As Danny poured his entire heart out and all the qualms he’d been facing, all your mind could think of was Josh.

How despite not noticing him in that way, seeing the pure joy that crossed his face every time he saw you, he did exactly that. Saw you. Looked at you the way you wanted. How a small portion of your stomach still flipped when you thought of his toothy grin. The same way the other half of your tummy would erupt in nerves when Danny would laugh.

“There’s other letters.” You finally blurted out. He halted, trying to understand what you meant. “I wrote one for each person I ever fell in love with. You were one, there’s another one I’m not entirely sure if it was sent, and-” you paused, trying to muster the courage to just be honest with him, “and the other went to Josh.” Your voice was whisper quiet at the end, on the edge of your seat to see his reaction.

Standing from his spot on the couch, your neck craned back to watch him. His hands went to his hips, beginning to think out loud. “Josh Josh?” You nodded, not wanting to speak anymore and have this spiral out of control. “You have feelings for him?”

You responded quickly, wanting to set this straight. “Had! I mean,” you took in a deep breath, somehow on your feet, but not recalling when you too had stood up, “I don’t know. There's a lot happening right now and these were written so long ago and a long time apart. Different times of my life.”

Trying to get your point across was only further confusing the boy. “Well, now you’re here. At this point in your life. Belly, how do you feel now? You-your letter says you have always had feelings for me. What happened to where it shifted to Josh? What did I do?” His eyes were wild, not focusing on anything as his mind raced a mile a minute, hands moving around like crazy.

You scoffed at his question, seeming as though the answer was blaringly obvious. “You never showed interest in me, Danny. I moved on. I had to move on from the childhood crush that had taken over my life. I couldn’t waste any more time sitting there love sick over you.” His eyes grew glassy as he stared at you from across the room.

Head falling downcast, he nodded his head. “It’s Josh then, right?” Babbling incoherently, you crossed your arms over your chest, observing his movements. Body rigid with nerves, waiting for your response. “No. I don’t know right now.”

He crossed the room, hands taking your elbows and pulling you towards him, removing your hands from your biceps and enclosing in his. “Give me a chance, bells. A chance to just-just make this right. Fix what I fucked up.” Your eyes were wide, feeling him peer into you.

Seeing you.

Slowly nodding your head, his hands moved from yours, one slipping under your hair, cupping around the back of your neck, the other landing on your hip, he tilted your head down. Your hands stayed limp at your sides, not sure what to do at this moment as his lips landed softly on your forehead, then your hairline, bringing you closer to him and simply holding you. Just for a moment.

You left Danny’s house that night and as soon as you got back to your apartment, you began wracking your brain for how those letters could have possibly been sent out. The FaceTime call dial echoed in the quiet house, both of them picking up at the same time.

“Who did it?” You immediately spoke out, anger coursing through your veins, nearly quivering. Neither responded, so you pressed again. Still not a response. “Belly, can you please clarify?” Sam finally spoke.

Jaw setting, a small tick being heard which meant your jaw had in fact locked just momentarily, you talked through gritted teeth. “The. Letters. Who sent them?” When Sam and Marcy both snorted through the speaker, you wanted to throw your phone at the wall as though it would actually harm them in the moment.

“We both did. You’re welcome by the way.” Marcy said through giggles. You feigned a laugh, a simple ha ha falling from you, directing your attention solely to Sam. “Oh yeah, real good idea guys. Hey, Sammy?” He hummed in response, eyes finally looking at the screen for the first time.

You gave a sarcastic grin, obviously not entertained with this. “Do you know who those letters were for?” He shook his head, closing his eyes, and speaking. “No, of course not. I didn’t want to invade your privacy like that.”

Nodding with a laugh to match theirs, still not sincere, you decided it was time to pop his bubble. Pull him from the high and mighty spot he held himself in. “Well, only two of the three have been noted. Both sent to your brothers. Remember Danny and Josh?”

Watching as his smile fell from his face, a mixture of shock and anger morphed his features. “What?” You continued with the faux smile plastered on your mouth. “Yup. It gets better! Josh showed up at my apartment, told me he had strong feelings for me and at the exact moment he’s telling me that I get a notification from Danny that he got his! Head over to his place and guess what? He too has feelings for me. Now, I turn to you two. What the fuck do I do?”

Your smile had entirely fallen at the end, shouting into the speaker at the pair who both sat in utter silence. Sam tossed his phone onto a nearby surface, a loud groan echoing through his home before he picked it up, deadpanned once more as he eyed you.

“Decide now. Who is it?” You shake your head, not even wanting to deal with that yet. A small giggle bubbles from the back of your throat, soon collapsing into a heap of laughter. The entire absurdity of the situation smacking you across the face.

It wasn’t long before the two others joined you, wiping tears that spilled from the corners of their eyes. “Well, belly, I don’t think you can say that there aren’t any good guys interested in you anymore. Now you have two to choose from.”

You left the phone call at that. This entire thing was absolutely ridiculous. Both of these boys whom you had admittedly fallen in love with over the course of many years who had never shown true interest in you now both vying for you. What the fuck were you supposed to do?

Ignoring texts and phone calls for the next few days only proved futile enough until Sam begged you to come to the studio and listen to their newest album. He claimed the finishing touches had been done except for one final song, but that he was finally ready for you to hear it. The ramifications of the problem didn’t hit you until you stepped foot into the studio and both of their eyes set upon you.

Honestly, you had mainly forgotten about it to the best of your ability. Shoving it to the furthest, darkest corner of your brain only worked momentarily until you locked eyes with Josh. A large smile broke across his face, dimples sinking into his chiseled cheeks, the tiniest, miniscule of a gap showcased only when he smiled like this was out. Your heart race increased tenfold.

Not able to maintain eye contact, your head swiveled to see the other twin pull you into a side embrace, leading you out to sit in a chair and truly take in the magic he was about to play for you. Once you sat in your designated chair, your eyes scanned the room for Sam, but almost instinctively found Danny.

Cleaning up his area of the studio, grabbing his belongings, and turning around, his laser focused gaze fell to you. Neither of you made a move to smile, breath catching in your throat, not daring to blink first, only feeling the intensity of the stare. To break it, you offered a small wave. A total dork move, but it was all you had. It did the trick. He broke out into a large grin, waving back as his cheeks tinted ever so slightly.

Snapping your attention back to the sound board, Sam began playing it in the proposed order that he and Jake fought over for months, according to the elder brother. Sitting and listening as intently as possible, you could see how proud they truly were of this album. Their newest baby to the bunch.

A beaming smile broke across your face as the music came to an end. “It’s amazing, guys. Really, like holy shit. I’m literally buzzing. Look, my hand is shaking!” They fell into laughter and conversation about your deeper thoughts, the messages they were trying to send, if you had even gotten them to begin with.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Josh approached you, hands stuffed into his pockets, a tint creeping upon the apples of his cheeks, head downcast as his brothers all filed out of the room. “Hey, belly,” you bit back a laugh at how incredibly nervous he seemed to be by just trying to talk to you.

“Hey, Josh.” He took the seat that his twin had just been in, leaning onto his knees and staring at you. His wide eyes glistened in the lower light of the studio. You found yourself getting lost in them, the endless swirls of deep chocolate and honey hues colliding together, solely focused on what was in front of him. You.

He cleared his throat, nearly tripping over his words as he played with his hands, clearly nervous to even be bringing this up to you. “So-so, I was won-wondering if maybe I can take you out this week? Like dinner, activity, whatever you want,” his hopefulness seeped into every word. You chuckled at him, leaning back in your chair and made a show of thinking it over.

“Activity, huh? What kind of activity we talking about?” He could easily tell you were poking fun at him, rolling his eyes, the tension he held in his shoulders dissipating as you spoke. His own laughter fell into his response. “Laying it all out there I was hoping to get you home and do some adult activities, but only after mini golf.”

Your head tipped back a cackle shaking your throat, eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. “I appreciate the honesty. How about we start with the mini golf and see where the night goes?” He feigned a scoff, acting insulted that you would shut him down so blatantly. “Well, if that’s all I’m gonna get, then I guess.”

His hands reached forward, taking yours into his, and rubbed his thumb soothingly along the backs of your hands. Your giggles slowly subsided as his touch grounded you back down. “Friday at eight?” You said through the biggest smile you had mustered up all week. A true, genuine, heartfelt grin that only Josh could bring out. One that was only ever accompanied by the stomach aching laughter he induced.

Eagerly nodding, he leaned ever so slightly forward, lips dusting across your cheek. You didn’t miss the quiver of his lips that he silently prayed you didn’t notice. The way his soft mustache tickled the smooth skin as it made contact. How incredibly warm his lips were as they met you, leaving a searing memory in its wake.

Giving your hands a slight squeeze, you finally felt like you could catch your breath as he separated from you. Instantly missing the comfort his touch offered you. Friday at eight. Two days to prep.

It wasn’t enough.

As you finished getting dressed, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, entirely flabbergasted that you were about to go out on a date. With Josh. Actually going out on an adult date with Josh. The more you dwelled on it, the more the tremor in your hands became a full fledged shake. Nearly jumping out of your skin as a knock on your door echoed through your apartment.

Trembling hands attempting to fix the slightly smeared lipstick as you called out to him that you’d be there in a second. Rushing over to the door when deciding that your look was about as good as it was going to get, you pulled the door open.

His cheeks had to ache, you thought to yourself. Constantly being pulled so tightly with how large of a smile was almost always on his face. It never seemed to phase or bug him at all. It was like that was where it was meant to be. How he was permanently supposed to look.

When your actual name fell from his lips, you felt your stomach flip on itself, feeling the shake leave your hands but find home in your knees instead. “You-just yeah, wow, okay.” He couldn’t seem to settle on the correct verbage to truly describe how amazing you looked. His brain was running on hyperspeed, but his mouth could never seem to catch up. Instead, he fumbled over his words, feeling his temperature continuously rise the more he fucked up.

“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” you breathed out with a laugh. Only able to nod, curled due bobbing with him, you took his outstretched hand and let him lead you to whatever he had in store for the night.

You had thought about this more often than you would have liked to admit. What it would be like going on a date with Josh. Sitting on your bedroom floor, mindlessly thinking about what it would even look like. It was nearly unbelievable that you were sat out at an incredibly nice restaurant with him, trying to stifle your uncontrollable howls as he told you story after story about their tour.

Being slightly tipsy from the cocktails that never seemed to be fully empty before a new one was placed on the table, you were sure you had nearly drunk their entire drink menu. The food was some of the best you had ever had, candlelight filled the table space, the rest of the venue almost entirely dark, really playing into the romantic feel.

Stomach aching from too many drinks to count and never ending giggles, you were on cloud nine. This was what you had been missing. What you had been craving since you were a lovesick teenager.

Josh.

“Well, Joshua, you have wined and dined me quite well. Is the evening coming to a close or is there something else on our agenda?” He slipped his credit card in the billfold that had been placed on the table by the waiter, not even bothering to peek at the check, eyebrows wiggling suggestively at you. “How’s that competitive streak in you feeling?”

Eyebrows raising at his question, tongue poking into your cheek, you were trying to bite back your growing smirk. “Ready to kick your ass at whatever you throw my way.” Perhaps the liquid luck you had been chugging all evening was making you bolder than normal. Maybe it was just the comfort of being with someone you had known your entire life. Either way, all you wanted to do was continue the night, not nearly ready for it to come to a close just yet.

He read your mind. In the way only Josh could. Knowing what you wanted before you even knew. It’s why he was leaned against the pinball machine as your score continuously climbed, trying to play off that he was irritated with the way you demolished his previous score. He couldn’t be annoyed with you.

It was physically impossible in Josh’s mind. Honestly, since you had entered his life as a young child, he had never been annoyed with your presence. There was something about you that had him clinging to you. Never wanting to separate, but always terrified to try and take the next step towards something more. Josh liked to pretend he was a confident person. In truth, he wasn’t at all. You all knew this about him, it was one of the traits you adored.

That even as he grew up, morphing into this stage presence that was a force to be reckoned with, he still remained the humble and shy Josh you had known your whole life. Still scared to look in your eyes for longer than absolutely necessary. Shaky hands battling about grabbing your palm into his. Playing every scenario before it happened.

Safety.

Yet on nights like this, it was like it always was. Drunk at a local arcade, faces flushed, out of breath as you played every game you could to try and beat the other. Flashbacks to your time in your home town at the rundown arcade that you all frequented because there really wasn’t much else to do around there.

As you all grew older, underage drinking to make the night more fun was a right of passage. Sneaking liquor from anyone's parents' cabinets to make the evening more interesting. Now that you were well past the legal drinking age, things still hadn’t changed.

You were still standing at the skeeball game, dexterity way off as Josh hustled to throw as many balls as he possibly could to beat you. Even as off as you were, you were still beating him by hundreds. When his eyes skirted over to glimpse at your astronomical score, he scoffed.

Snatching every ball from your hands despite your minimal effort to keep hold of them, he grabbed all of his as well, climbing up the small runway to get better access to the holes, dropping all of the balls into the highest score.

“Cheater! Fre-freaking cheater!” Josh climbed down as one of the employees yelled across the floor for him to get down from the game, shrugging with an all knowing smirk as the tickets cascaded out from the machine, hands on his hips. “Don’t be je-jealous that you didn’t think of it first.”

Overtly rolling your eyes, you watched as the tickets continued coming, pouting slightly. “I don’t need to cheat to beat you. I’m pure raw talent, babes.” As you spoke, his gaze never left you, entirely enamored with your aura that naturally radiated when you were full of pure joy. It was like it encompassed you and all around you, touching and grazing those surrounding you.

His hands mindlessly touched his mala beads, trying to ground him back to reality. Blinking rapidly as your eyes fell to him, contentedness flowed from your head to your toes, instantly relaxing and feeling the rigidity of your nervous system release.

“Would you-do you want to get out of here?” His eyes had narrowed ever so slightly, noticing the miniscule shift of his pupils widening, hands leaving his pockets and offering you one. Swallowing thickly, you nodded, never having felt so sure of a decision in your life.

The second you were back at Josh’s house, he wasn’t in a rush. He took his time walking around his home, flicking lights on as he went. You trailed him like a lost dog, not sure where he wanted you or what was really happening.

When he finally turned around, facing you, a lazy smirk graced his lips. “Alright, gorgeous. Come here,” you instantly traveled to him. Your hands rested on his waist, right above his pants, the warmth from his stomach sweltering against your hands.

His hands caressed your cheeks, meeting you halfway as his plush lips pushed on yours. It was slow, sensual, deep. His hands moved further up, having your strands of hair flow between his knuckles. Yet, he didn’t tug or pull, barely offering a light massage to your scalp.

Eyes fluttering at the movement, it felt heavenly as his nails scratched along your scalp. Never breaking the kiss, your tongue explored every crevice of his parted mouth. Wanting to commit every inch of him to memory.

Your hands bunched his shirt, hands making small fists as you did. As your breathing grew shallower, he pulled back much to your dismay. Josh removed his hands from your hair, taking your hand in his and silently leading you towards his room down the hallway.

The candles he had lit when you arrived home were burning, flickering against the darkness that drenched the room. Josh sat on his bed, hooded eyes peering up at your figure that towered over him in the moment.

It was a silent question, asking if you wanted to continue on with this. Your hands enclosed around his, leading them to the hem of your dress. He took the invitation, removing it from you and gawking at what stood before him entirely nude.

No undergarments were worn tonight, much to the shock of Josh. His mouth was gaping like a fish, eyes blown wide. Wider than his normal astronomical size. His erection straining against the tightness of his pants.

His cold hands found the dip in your waist, tugging you towards him. Pressing gentle, featherlight kisses to your rib cage, dancing dangerously close to the underside of your breast.

Your head fell back, hands tangling into the lush hair at the nape of his neck, his lips finally reaching where you were on the verge of begging him to get to.

Moistened lips brushed over your hardened nipples, eliciting a strong gasp from you. Desperate for anything he would give you, just wanting to be touched. With your eyes still squeezed shut, his mouth enclosed around your nipple, sucking it in between his teeth.

A choked moan echoed out into the room, fingers tightening around the hair you had in your grasp. Josh’s hand roamed your body, starting at your waist, but quickly trailing further.

Fingertips brushed against your mound, your hips bucking at the motion. Eyes opening and giving him a pleading look, he quickly dipped his fingers between your soaked lips.

His own eyes fell shut when he felt the arousal that coated your pussy, making a sticky mess of his hand. He didn’t give a single damn, it was the sexiest thing he had ever felt in his life.

Still suckling at your breast, every so often switching between tits, his fingers made steady work of your clit. Rubbing tight circles on the nub, your hips jerking to meet his movements.

Your breathy moans were continuously falling from your lips, fingernails digging into the taut muscle of his shoulders. No words were uttered between you two as you reached your first finish of the evening.

Knees nearly giving out beneath you, he rode you threw it before gently leading you to the mattress. You laid flat, instantly letting your legs fall open, displaying yourself for him to admire.

Admire he did. Awestruck at the gorgeous women, patiently waiting for his next move, whatever he wanted or needed to do. Watching every move he made, he undressed for you. Not making a show of the action, but knowing that you were intently observing him.

As his boxer briefs came down, your lips were slightly parted. You didn’t even care that you were so blatantly staring at him because all you could think about was how desperately you wanted him in you.

Josh nodded at you, his own hand wrapping around his length. “Touch yourself.” You stuck two fingers into your mouth, wetting them before trailing them down your body, setting onto your sensitive clit.

Your free hand kneaded at your breast, pinching your nipple between your fingers. Josh stroked himself, eyes wild with lust as he groaned, watching your fingers sink into your slit.

“Josh, I ne-need,” you were stumbling over your words, not able to form an actual sentence. He encouraged you to continue, the sounds of his movements amplified. “What do you need, pretty girl? Hmm, what do you need?”

It was genuine, him asking. Your eyes opened, taking in the godly sight of his naked frame, stroking himself, watching you in this erotic position.

“Fuck me. Please,” you didn’t have a millisecond to prepare because he was on you. Eyes on his cock, tip swollen and glistening with precum, he breached your entrance. Your stiffened body went lax, fully resting back on the mattress as he sank inch by inch.

When he reached the base, his body spasmed. Feeling like you were choking on air, Josh started his pace, trying to get his bearings. You had no idea how long he had been fucking you, but at some point it came to an end.

No recollection of the finish for either of you, you could feel the remnants of your orgasm in your muscles. As Josh pulled you into his embrace, you fell asleep far too fast, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care that the sheets were near soaking wet.

You were left shell shocked. The entire experience had rattled you to your core. It was meeting an entirely different person and version of Josh. An intimate sector that was only reserved for an incredibly select few that he deemed worthy enough of meeting. It was a being you would never tire of encountering. You wanted to remain in his embrace for as long as possible.

Instead, your meet and greet was cut short when his phone rang. Duty calls and as you clambered out of his bed, redressed, and let him tug you into a gentle reminder of what had happened the night before, you trekked home.

Literally walking on air. That was how you could describe the following days. A changed woman after the memorable first date with Josh. One that you would cherish for the rest of your life. Having him treat you like an absolute goddess, worshiping you like you could alter the course of the universe if you truly wanted to.

It was empowering.

Daily texts and calls from him riddled your phone, igniting a fire in your belly whenever he would pop up on your screen. Letting you know that he was thinking of you. That you were truly all he could think about. Having hexed him in some way to not let his thoughts alter to anything other than you. It was driving him wild. He needed more.

You wanted more. Craved more. But he would have to wait just a bit longer. Because Danny was standing in your doorway, capturing any and all breath from your lungs as you peered up at him, taking in the sheer size of the man. He entirely dwarfed the door.

Intimidating.

The bowl of grapes in your hand became loose, nearly letting the porcelain fall to the floor. You had no idea how long you two stood there, taking one another in before you snapped to your senses and began scuttering about.

“Hi-hi! I’m sorry, come in come in. Let me just-” you went to set the bowl down, but turned on your heel and faced the boy, “Do you want some grapes? They’re the cotton candy ones from Trader Joes.” He was fighting a smirk, observing how flustered and nervous you were in his presence.

Shaking his head, perfect curls moving with him, his eyes never left your figure as it waltzed around the room. Obviously avoiding close contact with him. “No, I’m good. Thank you though.” You had already put the grapes back in the fridge before he could even respond, simply trying to busy yourself.

After organizing the stack of mail on the counter in front of you, your eyes finally met his again and beamed a nervous smile. “What can I do you for?” It was adorable how jittery you were. Watching as the slight shake in your hands was nearly masked by the continuous movement, but he caught it.

Leaning on the counter, both of his incredibly large hands holding onto the other forearm, you could smell the coconut of his curling cream, the dizzying musk of his cologne. It had you unbelievably flustered. “I’m taking you out.”

Only able to blink back at him, a blank expression decorating your face, you didn’t know how to respond. “Is this your way of asking me?” You finally choked out, a small laugh following.

Nodding and standing back up to his full height, your eyes followed him. “Yes. Friday or Saturday? You get that choice.” He winked at you, clearly teasing, but it had you biting your cheek. Wanting to give a smart ass response, you swallowed it down.

Speaking through mainly gritted teeth, your eyes met his. “Saturday night works,” he instantly turned and walked back to your front door, leaving it at that. You called out after him, jaw nearly hitting the floor as he opened your front door, halfway out.

“This could’ve been a text!” He leaned back in, not turning to face you, but looked upon you like you were certified crazy. “And miss seeing my girl? Absolutely not. Saturday at nine, I’ll pick you up.”

My girl.

The words sat heavy on you for the remainder of the week until the day had arrived. Keeping the facts to yourself about seemingly dating both of them at the same time, you stared at the pile of clothes on your bed.

You had texted Danny and asked him what the attire of the night was. Honestly, you had been slightly underdressed for Josh’s evening out and you didn’t want a repeat of that. All he had responded with was casual.

What the hell? It was so vague. Offering no sense of direction whatsoever. You knew Danny’s usual garb shifted from muscle tanks and skinny jeans to looking like he had just stepped out of a 1980’s romcom, sweater and light wash jeans adorned.

It was a tossup. So, you went with what you knew. Casual, comfortable, what you tend to wear on a daily basis. You hit the nail on the head because when you opened the door for Danny, he stood there with a combination of his attire.

Dark wash skin tight jeans, a sweater, vintage sneakers, and sunglasses perched atop his head despite the late hour. His hair styled absolutely perfect. A light smudge of eyeliner. A rockstar stood before you ready to take you out on a date.

Anxious.

“C’mon pretty girl, we have a reservation to make.” He offered his arm to you which you gladly took to steady yourself on jello legs, but you grabbed on to solid muscle. Muscle that had never been there before and you weren’t expecting to be there hidden beneath the bulky contents of his sweater.

Your widened eyes peered up at him, unable to stop the words before they left your mouth. “Since when are you so-so ripped?” His piercing gaze smoldered through your own. “All I do is work out my arms every single day for hours on end.”

Forcing yourself to remain cool and like those simple words hadn’t nearly turned you to absolute mush, you knew your next move would set the course for the night. Shrugging, you looked away towards the elevator doors that were bound to open any second. “I liked it better when you were scrawny.” The doors opened as you finished, letting his arm go and stepping into the elevator, looking at him with a disinterested, unimpressed look.

He shook his head as he followed you in, a shocked laugh falling from his lips as he stood directly next to you, arm brushing your own. “Oh, belly. Same snarky attitude as always, huh?”

Danny was a dirty dirty liar. This place absolutely did not need a reservation. There wasn’t even a host. It was a seat yourself establishment, if you could call it that, which left peanut shells sticking to the bottoms of your shoes as you walked towards a high top table with your date.

Being the true gentleman he is, he pulled the metal chair out, the screech hardly being heard over the loud music bouncing off the walls. The place was jammed, you were honestly surprised there was even a table open. He handed you the menu which had already been waiting on the table, and pointed at his suggestion.

“We’re going to get two of those. They’re the best burger you’ll ever have in your life. They make their own potato chips in house or you can get their curly fries-” he spoke so easily, eyeing the singular menu as he spoke, leaning in unbearably close to you, “Oh, Sheryl!” The older waitress rolled her eyes at the source of the yell.

She walked over to the table, slapping down her notepad and squeezing Danny’s hand. “Was wondering when I’d see this troublemaker again. Hi, honey. A pitcher and two phat jack burgers?” Danny confirmed, looking over to you and seeing the smirk forming on your lips as you side eyed him.

When she asked about the side, his eyes didn’t leave yours, eyebrows raising in question, silently asking you what you wanted. The smile continued to grow on your face as you gave a small shrug, hands coming up in silent surrender. Danny turned back to the waitress who you now knew was Sheryl and said one curly fries one chips.

As she left, he leaned back in his chair and gave a bright smile. “That way you can try both.” Your smile couldn’t leave your face as you moved closer to the table and chuckled. “Very considerate of you.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both as you took in the pub he had taken you to. It was very dim, the only lighting really came from the hundreds of Christmas lights that adorned the scaffolding and were stapled to the walls. Peanut shells littered the floor, not allowing any of the actual flooring to be visible. The walls held many posters of every genre of music you could think of, movies from each decade, photos of random strangers who would take the time to paste up their own memory. There were many tables, some high tops, others actual low tables that could seat as few as one to as many as an entourage. An actual bar sat against the middle wall that was packed with people. Music carried through the building.

Sheryl snapped you back to the moment when she slapped down a large pitcher of beer, two chilled mugs, and a bucket of peanuts. She didn’t utter another word as she turned and went towards another table that called out for her attention.

“Okay, what do you think?” Danny asked as he poured the honey colored liquid into the glasses, sliding one in your direction before grabbing a handful of peanuts and unshelling them. You followed his motions, trying to eye him as discreetly as you could. “It’s nice.” He rolled his eyes as he took a swig, slamming the mug onto the table.

“You gotta give me more than that! Really, what’s your first impression?” You giggled as you popped a couple peanuts in your mouth, drinking from your ice cold glass and took just a moment to truly look.

The multicolored lights highlighted his black locks. Beaming since you had entered and taking a table so easily, you knew he frequented here often. His entire vibe was as relaxed as possible. Not feeling the need to do too much. They even knew him by name and his exact order. He almost faded into the background of the restaurant. Like this place was built for him.

“It’s…you.” Your hands were wrapped around your mug, feeling the chill of the glass burn into your hands. His eyes didn’t part from yours for just a beat too long, cheeks tinting just lightly at your words. Knowing they were a compliment. Watching as his eyes fell down towards the table, his face contorted.

Matching where his eyes now rested, you watched as his hand reached out and swiped the peanut shells off the table and onto the floor. “I brought you here to my place, now act like you belong for god's sake.” Your mouth fell open at his joking tone, laughter shaking your body at him. “Hey!”

He chugged from his glass, eyes glittering with something you couldn’t quite place. It remained that way the rest of the night. You haven't the faintest idea how much beer you had drunk with Danny, but it was the best beer you had ever had. When Sheryl had come back and placed down the biggest burger you had ever seen in your life, Danny nodded enthusiastically at your reaction.

Between the chortling that left your sides aching from stories shared, feeling like you were literally going to explode from the amount you had eaten, and the light buzz from the beer, it was a fantastic night. All nerves had dissipated the moment things had shifted. To where you felt like you were sitting in the garage with Danny again. Going back to the roots of your friendship.

Danny.

“You better finish it! C’mon that’s like two more bites max. Finish it, they don’t have to-go boxes.” He was cackling between his words, mouth stuffed with food as he pointed to your plate. Groaning but following his orders, you stuffed the last of the burger into your mouth despite every urge telling you to spit it out.

When you swallowed, with the help of another mouthful of beer, Danny cheered. His arms shot up, napkin in hand being thrown before they came back down and beat on the table in celebration, whooping and cheering. Collapsing back in your chair, your hands cradled your too full stomach.

Sheryl came over as you giggled, Danny about to talk again, but halted his sentence as she spoke. “Well, I was going to offer a to-go box, but looks like you were able to get it all down.” She grabbed the now empty plate from in front of you as you shot daggers at your date.

“You fucking liar!” Not able to keep your serious face, a massive grin broke out as he laughed his ass off. Music to your ears. Having been deprived of it for too long, chershing the sound as it washed over you in waves. Danny left cash on the table, hopping down from his seat, not missing a beat as he took your hand in his and quickly led you out.

The cool evening air squashed the rising temperature your body had endured from the hot stifled air of the bar. Your eyes drifted shut, taking in a deep breath, still being dragged by the tall boy. Your fingers laced together with his, beginning to walk around the vibrant downtown night scene you had never seen before.

“Where are we?” You finally asked, looking around and trying to get your bearings. He took in a deep breath, a small smile breaking across his face. Prideful of the little piece of a haven he had scouted. “We are in a town a bit over from where we call home. I refuse to share the name because it is my spot and I don’t need you going home and blasting it around to everyone.”

Tilting your chin down and halting in your spot, your eyes narrowed. “You know that all I have to do is check the weather on my phone and it’ll give me the exact location.” Danny scooted closer to you, bending over, coming nose to nose with you. “Ah, but I know you wouldn’t do that. Not my belly girl.”

It took every ounce of strength you had to turn away from him, his lips having been millimeters from your own. It would’ve been so easy to just hardly lean forward and capture your own with his. Danny wanted to more than anything, but couldn’t fight off the smile that broke across his face as you quickly turned and continued walking, leaving him as still as a statue.

Turning when you realized he hadn’t moved, your face looked at him expectantly. “Well, come on! Show me around,” you rolled your eyes, a smile hidden on your lips as Danny slowly walked over to you. His arm circled around your waist, tugging you into his side as he continued walking you around the vibrant downtown.

As the night dwindled down, Danny’s car sat in the twenty minute guest parking spot in front of your building as he walked you back to your home. Both of you tried to keep your clearly tipsy giggles on a lower volume given the incredibly late hour for the decency of your neighbors. When you stood in front of your door, your lazy smile greeted Danny as your neck lightly tipped back to truly keep eye contact.

The hand that held yours ever so slightly squeezed your warm hand, your free one made the journey from your side to the back of Danny’s neck. Landing on the smooth skin, under the thick locks, you brought him down to meet you for the first time. The second his lips brushed against your own, you felt the air get zapped from your lungs.

A gasp emitted from you as his arms circled around your waist, pulling you towards him as the kiss grew deeper, needy. Back arching into his firm torso, both arms now wrapped around his neck, wanting him as close as possible. When you parted, both breathing heavy, pupils blown out, your hands cradled his face. Pushing the locks from his porcelain skin, features sharper than ever, the tremble in your hands was nonexistent.

“Do you-do you wanna come in?” It was spoken so softly that it passed from your lips directly into his. Instead of a vocal response, he closed the gap between you both again. The sloppy kiss had you gasping for air as your front door flew open, Danny shoving you against the wall, lips attacking your neck.

Hardly able to catch your breath, you spoke through pants. “Dan-Danny. Ca-car. Your car,” he only hummed, bringing his mouth back to yours and effectively shut you up. “Twenty minute parking,” you mumbled against him.

Shaking his head, his larger hands threaded through your locks, tugging your head back with a low moan emitting from you. “Let them fucking tow it,” his hands moved to land under your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh, giving you your next move.

As you hopped, he caught you with ease. Your hands clawed at his sweater, removing it as quickly as you could. He didn’t even try to make it to your room, instead landing you on the couch. Not parting, he leaned down with you, only momentarily breaking to get you both fully undressed.

It was a mess of limbs and skin, teeth biting any flesh they could sink into, not wanting to wait another minute. He practically impaled you on his cock, knocking the wind from you. Holding onto his shoulders, he set a punishing pace.

You were on the verge of screaming into the room, not giving a damn about your neighbors. His thrusts so deep and hard that your couch was shifting with every move he made. In no time at all, your couch hit the wall, thumping into it as he continued on.

His thumb pushed down on your clit, a bead of spit falling from his lips to the nub, causing you to gutturally moan at the sight. The coil in your stomach snapped with no warning, no massive build up, it just happened.

Blinding you, you felt a rush of liquid leave your cunt, Danny almost, almost, stopping at the sight. “Holy fuck you just-,” you couldn’t even begin to form an understanding of what he was trying to say.

He pulled out of you seconds later, releasing over your bare chest, stroking himself through his finish. Your eyes connected with his, your finger dipping into the seed and lifting it to your mouth. Danny moaned, grabbing you by the back of the neck and smashing his lips to yours in a greedy, possessive meeting.

Catching your breath, your legs wobbled, entirely unsteady as he led you to your room. Sparing a glance back to the couch, you saw the monstrous wet spot that you left in your wake.

He had made you squirt. You didn’t even know you could do that. His eyes followed where yours laid and tugged your arm to get your attention back to him. “Think you can do it again?” Determination set on his beautiful face.

What is the next step in life when your dreams come true? No, really. What the hell are you actually supposed to do? Both of these men who you had fawned over, dreamed over, ached over had displayed themselves to you in ways you couldn’t even imagine. Your heart was bleeding from the amount of emotion it had taken in just a few weeks' span. At insanely different points in your life you had really dreamt of what your world and life would be like if you were involved with them. Now that you actually were, you had no idea what to do.

Possibilities of extremely varying degrees laid before you with whatever choice you were destined to make. Right now, though, you weren’t having to make that choice. No, right now you were able to enjoy them both and see what they were going to be for you. The split road and its calling decision would come later. Just not now.

Because right now you were tangled in Josh’s sheets that smelled like patchouli and lavender, his warm hands trailing along the bare skin that writhed beneath him after another night spent together. The calm, content smile that permanently seemed to be stitched to your face around Josh, greeted him as he finally approached you after traveling the expanse of your body.

“Hello gorgeous,” he mumbled as he connected to your lips, facial hair tickling you as he did. Your hands left the tangled sheets, getting lost in his extremely messy hair, pulling him closer to you as you did. “Mmm, hi,” it was breathless and tired, having just woken up minutes ago.

His rosy cheeks were full from the large grin on his face. Laying himself on top of you, it was like a weighted blanket encompassing you. Lips landed on your chest, arms, shoulder, neck, jaw, anywhere he could reach. “You’re so beautiful, you know that, belly?” Heat rose at his words, your hands cradling his jaw as his eyes bore into yours.

“Take me to breakfast,” you murmured as you kissed his cheek. His body shook with laughter, propelling himself up from the bed, nude body on full display as he walked to the restroom. When he emerged fully dressed, hair not even slightly tamed, he watched as you dressed yourself.

Two arms closed around you from behind, lips chillingly close to your ear as he all but moaned into it. “Or how about I go make a piece of toast, you get back into that bed, and we carry over last night's activities into today. Hmm, how does that sound, pretty mama?” You almost gave in, weighing the option given to you, but you rolled your eyes at the pet name, shrugging his arms off of you.

“Nearly had me there up until the Elvis impersonation.” His hands landed on his hips, staring at you with a puzzled look. One thumb brushed his full bottom lip, entirely too confused at your reaction. “Really? That doesn’t work for you? Typically girls are falling over themselves when I say that.”

Narrowing your eyes to slits, pointing a shoe in his direction, you spoke with a cautionary tone for him. “Watch yourself, pretty boy. Skating on thin ice,” his eyes lit up at your words, a realization dawning on him at your reaction.

Tsking, you watched his demeanor shift, waking something up deep in your lower belly. “Ah, that’s what it is,” his voice had gone down an octave, approaching you, one hand gently cupping your cheek as he peered at you, a slight pout perched on his lips.

“Pretty girl gets jealous,” when you went to object to such a ridiculous claim, his hand firmed up, tilting your head to the side, effectively shutting you up. His lips attached to your neck, biting an already tender spot from the night before. When you gasped, his tongue pressed against the spot, doing his best to offer a remedy to the wonderful pain.

His lips crested the shell of your ear as he spoke again, your eyes fluttering shut. “Okay baby, I’m so sorry. Let me show you that you’re my only girl, yeah?” Nodding at his words, you felt his smirk grow. One side tilted up, the cockiest motherfucker you had ever laid eyes upon stood before you.

Josh’s hands left you, taking a step back and removing his string of mala beads. He raised his eyebrows expectantly at your hands, “Prayer formation.” Confusion etched across your face, but did as he said.

He wrapped the long thread of beads around your hands, trapping them in place. He moved swiftly, taking the easy garments off your body. As you stood bare before him, he nudged you towards the unmade bed.

Gingerly laying down, his hands trailed from your ankles to your thighs, parting your legs for him. He sighed, a near breath of relief at the vision before him. “You’re going to say my gratitude meditation script while I make you cum. The second you mess it up, you start over.”

Eyes widening at him, he tossed his notebook over to you, page opened to the lines you needed to recite. The twelve lines appeared easy enough, able to be seen if you turned your head fully over to peer at them.

“Begin.” Josh commanded. You started, but stuttered as his tongue flattened on your mound. Pulling back, he slapped your thigh, making you look back at him. “Start over.”

That was how you spent the remainder of your morning with him. Heaven.

Guilt is a horrible thing to grapple with. It can consume you, take over every waking and sleep ridden thought you have. Ruining lives, really. It was what guilt did. That was its entire thing. So, why didn’t you feel even an ounce of guilt as another orgasm took over your body, contracting every muscle in your body from head to toe, brought on by another man?

Danny’s incredibly disrupted curls brushed against the softness of your inner thigh. Another earth shattering finish had you gasping for air. When you finally had the miniscule amount of energy to let your eyes look down and meet his, they were fogged over, hooded as he observed you like his fucking prey. They were dark, so dark. Darker than you had ever seen before.

Looking at you through his long lashes had a chill running down your spine as he pulled himself up despite wanting to live between your legs for the rest of his life. His calloused hands were rough as they went from massaging the supple flesh along your frame to enclosing around a lock of hair and pulling harshly, forcing you to sit up and meet him.

“Open,” you immediately did as he said. Jaw falling slack, his fingers pinched the end of your tongue, pulling it out to fully extend from your mouth. His own lips parted, a string of spit departed from his mouth landing soundly on your tongue. A choked moan echoed from your throat as you tasted the mixture of your own release and him cascading down your throat.

Roughly landing his mouth on yours, he released a groan that rumbled in his chest. “Good girl,” you preened at the words. Your limp body collapsed back onto the mattress, feeling how quickly your eyes drooped. His warmth didn’t join you right away.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how long he had been gone, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness, but you felt your body get pulled up. A strong, firm body slid behind you, letting you rest fully against his torso. When you felt something warm at your lips, you groaned, trying to get away from it, but he wasn’t having it.

“Uh uh. Drink it,” his words vibrated his chest, pressed against your back. Giving in, you let the mystery liquid trickle into your mouth. A heavy sigh followed as the hot chocolate danced across your taste buds. “I know you’re too tired to eat, so this’ll have to do for now until I can get some food in you, baby.”

Nodding in agreement, you downed the scalding drink far too quickly. Turning in his arms and forcing him to lay down, you rested your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat grew more distant the more you fell into the grasp of sleep.

As Danny’s arms tightened around you, hands trailing across the naked skin, your thoughts were riddled with how incredibly perfect this was. Everything you had ever thought of couldn’t even begin to compare to the truth of how this was. Exceeding any and all expectations that had ever been set by you.

You just hoped this wouldn’t come crashing down too quickly.

One thing you loved about Josh’s home was that it truly looked like it belonged in Architectural Digest. The exposed wood that covered the cabinesque style home from inside out, the nature scape that adorned the property line, the perfectly styled interior. It was almost scary to touch anything, but it yelled Josh.

Sitting on his couch that was probably worth what you made in a year, leaning into his side as you giggled about watching another Wes Anderson flick after seeing two already, Josh’s hand covered your eyes. He snickered beside you as he secretly picked the next film to watch.

“Okay. Put in your guess now. Which one did I pick?” Thinking about the two you had already seen tonight, you thought long and hard, eyelashes fluttering against his palm, positively tickling him. “Final guess going in…Isle of Dogs.” You said it as sure as you could despite knowing the chance was slim.

He scoffed, pulling his hand away and seeing the opening scenescape for Isle of Dogs. “Cheater! You saw,” you pinched his side, hand shifting under the blanket as you did. He giggled, ruffling your hair, tugging you to lay back down in his embrace.

Your hand wandered aimlessly under the blanket, cupping his semi-hard cock over his sweats. His body tensed as you lightly moved your hand, wanting to wake him up. “Belly.” It was spoken as a warning.

Not responding to it, you continued your residual movements. It didn’t take long for him to become achingly hard underneath your palm. Taking it as your invitation, your hand slipped under the band of his pants, meeting the soft skin of him.

Starting slow strokes, you just wanted to feel him in your hand. His head began leaking his arousal, your eyes finally departing the screen to see him struggling to hold his attention to the movie. He met your look and you offered an innocent smile.

You kept that up for just a few minutes more before you decided to stop teasing. Shifting to lay on your stomach, directly between his legs, his dick met your gaze.

Josh could only watch as you welcomed him into the warm, wet embrace of your mouth. Taking him quickly, his tip scraped the back of your throat. He choked on a moan, head tipping back.

Hands grabbed at your hair, keeping it out of the way of your work. As you bobbed, hands working what your mouth couldn’t fully reach, your other cradled his balls.

They tightened, his muttering moans and pleas coming to a halt as he released in your mouth. His cock twitched in your mouth, swallowing his entire release. Popping off of him when you knew he had been milked for all he was worth, you beamed at him.

“Bell-belly,” his words were spoken in a singular breath. Trying to catch it after a powerful orgasm, cheeks crimson red, he pulled you back up to reach him. His hungry lips devoured yours, not caring that teeth were hitting teeth, trembling hands trying to keep you as close as possible.

Shaky intakes of breath, clouded mind, he didn’t care. He had to tell you. Right then and there. “Belly, I love you. Fuck, I’m so in love with you.” When you pulled back to see him, observing the rapid rising and falling of his chest, eyes glossy with pupils blown wide.

“Wha-what?” Hands rubbing your cheeks and neck, shaking his head slightly, he swallowed thickly before talking again. “I love you. I’ve been in love with you for-for so long. We’re so good together, honey. We work! I need you. I want you to be mine and only mine. You-you’re perfect, belly. I have to have you. I love you.” The entirety of his speech, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

Adams apple bobbing as he tried to contain his emotions. Raw and near the edge of a breakdown, you didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t time, not yet. Your hands gripped his wrists, hands still holding your head in place, resting his forehead against yours. “Jo-Josh, you-I can-I need more time. Give me just-just a couple days to get every-everything sorted, yeah?”

Pleading, you were begging him. He could hear it by the wavering tone in your voice. The ball lounged deep in your throat that you were fighting further down. Hands leaving his wrists, your own cupped his cheeks. Thumbs rubbing against the smooth, warm skin. “Pl-please?” Leaning in, you captured his lips.

At first, they didn’t respond, but as you felt the sheer panic bubbling up, his pressed into your own. “Okay.” It was all he said as he broke apart, lips landing on your forehead. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to fight the inner turmoil surfacing for the first time since this had all started.

You left Josh’s house that night. Unsure of what you were supposed to do. When you came to the stoplight that you only needed to turn right to in order to get to your house, you veered off, turning left and continuing straight down the road.

Danny opened his front door, loungewear on, a surprised, but excited reaction greeting you. “I know I didn’t call, but-” he immediately cut you off, arm wrapping securely around your waist and bringing you to him. Moaning into his mouth, both of your hands held his cheeks as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours.

“Don’t ever apologize for coming to see me. I missed you,” he pecked your lips again, ushering you into his home. All you needed to do was forget the events from earlier this evening. Not ready to deal with the truth of the situation at hand. It wasn’t time.

You were tipsy, head starting to buzz with a clouded happiness as you danced around Danny’s living room. One of your favorite songs blasted through his speakers. He was resting on his sofa, tender gaze following your every movement as he admired your carefree attitude. Nursing his beer, his eyes darted down to the corner of the coffee table that you were getting too close to.

“Bab-” as he went to warn you, it proved too late. Your shin caught right on the sharp edge, cutting into the flesh, blood instantly trickling down your leg. “Ow!” You yelped, going to grab the wound, but Danny was faster.

His hands grabbed your calve, turning your leg to fully face him, his muscle tank discarded and in a bunch, now pressed firmly against the gushing wound. “Alright, come on you clutz,” he sighed with a chuckle, lifting you bridal style into his arms. Another yelp escaped your throat at the sudden movement. Danny walked into the kitchen, sat you on the counter, turned and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink.

“Keep that held tight to it,” he instructed as he dug through the box. “It looks worse than it feels. Promise,” you spoke out, lifting the shirt away from the cut to observe the damage. He hummed in response, coming back to where you sat atop his counters. Danny’s features somehow seemed to grow sharper as he fell into concentration.

His curls were held back by a loose ponytail tonight, some face framing pieces that you weren’t entirely sure he meant to have out or not drew your attention. Wrapping the coil around your finger you sighed. “So, you’re a rockstar and a nurse? What can’t you do Mr. Wagner?” He chuckled, eyes quickly looking you over before he shrugged.

“Not much. I do have a favorite thing I like to do, though,” you smiled, feeling the neosporin being spread on the cut. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” He smirked, lightly tapping your chin, kissing the tip of your nose, turning his attention back to his work. “You, baby. All time favorite activity right there.”

Your head fell back, cackling at the cliche. “God that was so lame!” His shoulders shook as he finished up, placing a large bandaid over the cut. After discarding the trash he turned his attention fully back to you.“That was on you. You walked right into it!” His hands rested on either side of your frame, flat palmed on the counter.

“Don’t blame that on me! I’m not the one who said the stupid line,” his eyes darkened as he held eye contact with you. His hands moved from the counter to the tops of your thighs. “Mhm. Did it work though?”

Leaning towards you, nose brushing against yours, stealing the air from your lungs, your eyelashes fluttered. “N-no,” Danny barely nodded, lips ghosting over yours. A whimper escaped you, falling onto his waiting lips. “C’mere.”

Arms encircling around his neck, you crushed him to you. His hands traveled up your thighs, holding firmly to your waist. It was a blur. Somehow moving from the kitchen to his bedroom. Sitting on his lap, naked sticky bodies meshing as one. Rolling your hips over his pelvis, cock rocking deep inside of you at the movement.

Danny’s lips met every inch of skin he could. Hands splayed across your back, holding you to him, his hot tongue went across your shoulder to your neck. A slew of whimpers, moans, and panting filled the room, not even positive who they were coming from.

When your head fell back, he took the opportunity to attack your neck. Trails of sloppy kisses across your throat and collarbones. “Oh-oh fuck. Danny, I’m-” he nodded, forehead resting against your chest, hands going to your hips and helping you pick up speed.

“I know, baby. Come on, cum for me. All over me, cum for me,” your jaw opened, no noise coming from you as blinding heat pummeled you. As your cunt clenched and soaked him, he released in you with a groan. Both of your bodies tensed before becoming boneless against one another. Using each other as support to remain up.

Neither of you went to move, just staying this way for a moment longer. Trying to slow your increased pulse down, let your lungs refill with any air you could get, sweat dripping down the center of your spine. You were entirely unsure where you ended and he began.

Danny refused to let you go. His hands still held you, tight grip slowly releasing as he began rubbing at your tender flesh where his hand prints would be left the next day. Placing kiss after kiss on your lips, your trembling frame came back down.

Staring into his eyes was basically hearing him scream at you. It was him sharing it all with you. Leaving it out in the open for you to pick up and return. Too much. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth emanate from him.

“Hey,” he mumbled, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, getting your attention back to him. “Let’s go shower, okay?” You nodded, hearing him chuckle as you didn’t move to climb off of him. His leg bounced under you, forcing your eyes open, a pout taking shape on your lips.

Groaning, your body felt weak, no strength remaining. Too tired to even try and move. “Baby, for us to go shower, you gotta get off,” you went even more limp in his arms. A silent protest. His hand swept the hair from your shoulders, placing a kiss on one of them, then the other. Continuing down both of your arms, each finger. It was an offer of motivation.

It worked. Slinking off of him, you hissed at the sensation of his softened cock slipping from you. You didn’t sleep at Danny’s that night. No, you went home after cleaning up despite the continuous fight from him. As you stood in the steaming shower with him, reality was crashing down.

Your thoughts riddled with Josh. Of the confession and feelings he had poured out to you just hours earlier. How you ran to Danny, who still couldn’t actually tell you how he felt. Josh, who felt things so deeply and profoundly he had no choice but to share them with you. They would eat him alive if he didn’t.

Then there was Danny. Who at the beginning had told you there were some feelings there. Feelings he hadn’t ever leaned into, but that he knew were there. How he was finally starting to see you in the light you had wanted from your first meeting. The looks that Josh showered you in every single time he saw you.

He wasn’t a talky person. You knew that when you stared into his eyes tonight, all of the emotions and feelings he had been tamping down were shouting at you. Letting you know that although he wasn’t saying them, they were there. He just didn’t know how to tell you. Josh did.

Were you imagining those looks? Filling in the gaps of some fantasy you had created to comfort yourself in the possibility of something with him. It was entirely possible. What you did know is that you weren’t imagining them with Josh. You knew that was how he looked at you, spoke to you, shared with you. It was all too much.

In far too deep with these boys in a situation you didn’t even get yourself into. It was something your best friends had done. Did you take it further than you should have? Reaping the rewards of having two incredibly amazing men who wanted you. In one way or another, they wanted you. You weren’t used to it.

That’s why it had been over a week since you had interacted with anyone. Refusing to speak to them, wanting to sort things out on your own. Yet the longer you spent dwelling on it, the more and more upset you became. With both of them for waiting so long to do something about their feelings for you and at yourself. For getting sucked in too deep and not being able to make a decision. A decision that should’ve been easy.

Why couldn’t you fucking decide?

It was the twentieth text from Danny that had your blood boiling so much, you stormed over to his house. Wanting to demand that he leave you alone, give you the space you needed to figure this out. Put an end to it.

His door swung open, eyes fiery and upset as they laid on your figure. Jaw set, he motioned for you to come in. Standing on opposite sides of the room, his hands went up, silently asking you what had happened.

“Haven’t heard from you all week. Josh hasn’t either,” he sniffed, clearly fighting off the anger that was coursing through him. “What’s going on, belly?” You sighed, nerves overtaking your body, sitting on the very edge of his couch.

“I-I’m having to-I have to choose,” you bit out. It should’ve been clear to him what was happening, but he wanted you to explain it to him. He nodded, acting like it was incredibly obvious that it was time. “What-why can’t you choose? We’ve both dealt with you seeing both of us. We’ve given you the space to make up your mind. We cannot continue on this way. It’s killing us,” he was speaking for them both.

You weren’t sure what he had said that set you off, but your eyes narrowed in his direction. Speaking through gritted teeth, your hands balled into fists. “Why can’t I choose?” He remained deadly silent, knowing you were going to explode. “I have been fucking in love with you since I was a child, Danny. Literally from the moment we met. You never even looked at me!”

Voice raising with each word, you were seeing red. “I dreamed of you seeing me like how I so badly wanted. Have you seen the way Josh looks at me?” Going quiet for a beat, you continued before he had the chance to respond, not wanting to hear him talk. “He treats me like I’m his entire fucking world! He’s done that for so long I don’t even know when it started.”

Tears were welling in your eyes, threatening to spill over at the guilt and exasperation coursing through you. “But I wasted so much time on you. Watching you, praying that you would just look at me. Now, I’m in this with both of you and I don’t know what to do. You’re seeing me, but you still can’t fucking tell me how you feel!” You didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, a sob falling from you as you looked at him. You wanted him to know the hurt he had caused you over the years. Whether he had known it was happening or not, you didn’t care.

“So, do not tell me that I need to pick. Because you won’t like the choice I make.” It was spoken with pure honesty. Danny’s eyes shut, the answer seemingly laying right in front of him. It killed him. He held something in his hand, what you weren’t sure of, but he turned from you, throwing it at the wall.

“Fuck!” He yelled, hands landing on top of his head. “I’m sorry, belly. I was a stupid kid that just didn’t know what to do. You’re right. I didn’t treat you like you deserved and I can’t change that. I know I fucked up, I know. I just-I care about you. So much. Just ten years too late, huh?”

Your tears still fell, Danny refusing to look you in the eye as he spoke. “I don’t know.”

You sobbed the entire way home. When you arrived at your front door, there stood a vase filled with your favorite flowers. A large pink bow wrapped around the odd shaped, obviously thrifted vase. Sniffling, you knelt down, picking them up and seeing the hand written card sticking out from the midst of the bundle.

Tears continued their stream down your swollen cheeks, hiccuping on a cry as you read the note.

Darling girl,

I know we’ve put you in an incredibly complicated situation, but I hope you know that it’s been worth it. You’re worth it. I’d do it ten times over if it meant I got to know you in this way that I’ve only dreamed of. I’m here when you’re ready with whatever you decide. I love you.

Forever yours,

Joshua

The note was now stained as your tears poured onto the card. The shame overtaking your body as it slammed into you how much this boy truly loved you. Adored you. Admired you. He was able to show you in ways that you weren’t sure you could ever match.

You didn’t deserve it. He lied in his note. If there was anyone who positively did not deserve the attention and intense feelings of these two immaculate men, it was you. Playing them both, dancing between sides, too many ties pulling you back.

As you set the flowers on your kitchen counter, you saw the decorated envelope sitting on your entryway table. Your brows furrowed, wondering when the hell that had gotten there. It was sticking out of your bag. Shaky hands grabbed it, seeing a poorly scribbled sticky note on the front.

YOU NEEDED A REMINDER OF WHY I’M IN THE FIGHT

Daniel Robert Wagner,

Where can I even begin? You have held my heart in your grasp in ways you will never understand. It all stems from that June summer day. Sam brought you into the group and it was like you had stolen all the air from lungs, becoming the air that I needed to breathe everyday.

I’ve seen you shape and transform into an amazing person, still remaining true to your roots despite the ever growing stardom that is falling into your lap. I can’t wait to see what wondrous things you’re going to do. I hope I’m a part of the journey. I hope you’ll let me tag along.

Every time my eyes fall to you, it’s like I’m seeing you again for the very first time. I don’t expect that to change as we grow up. I live off the chance that one day, maybe you’ll see me like that, too. But in the meantime I will always be here, your personal cheerleader, on the sidelines as your number one fan.

I'll always be your fan. I’ve loved you since I’ve known you, holding onto faith that someday you’ll love me back.

Forever and always yours,

Belly

You jumped up from your seat on the couch and ran into your room. Throwing open the closet door, you rooted through your belongings, tossing out items that were in your way until you saw it.

There, tucked away in the back corner of the small closet, hidden behind a rack of shoes, sat another envelope. Another one you had entirely forgotten about. Your breath held tight in your throat, unsure of what to do with the baited air. Snatching it from its spot, the decorated paper stared back at you.

You never sealed the back, flipping it up and pulling out the pristine paper. It still smelled of the vanilla scent you had sprayed on it. Your signature scent in high school that had you cringing at the memory. Josh had complimented it on more than one occasion and you had worn it every day after that.

Pounding on the front door, a summer storm raged outside. It poured like only a midwest storm could. Where the skies had been clear for minutes leading up to the dark clouds rolling in, torrential rain drenched anything in sight. You included.

When his door opened, not expecting a visitor, your jaw was set, not wanting to play any games. Ready to end it. “You need to get inside!” He yelled over the thunder that cracked overhead. Without a second of hesitation, your sopping wet frame stepped inside. The familiar scent washing over you.

He disappeared, coming back moments later with towels. Nearly refusing to look in your eyes, he handed them off to you, turning on his heel and taking a stance just a few paces back. His intution told him he knew where this was going.

“Tell me when.” You gritted out. He knew what you were asking, demanding. Having to lay it all out at that moment. Stumbling over his words, you spoke again. “Tell me why you want me.” His eyes snapped up to yours, glossy irises meeting you.

His chin trembled as his lips parted to break the utter silence you waited in. Thunder still echoing outside, lightning igniting the space. “It’s you. You’ve been there. For everything, especially when others weren’t. I knew that all I had to do was pick up a phone and you-you’d be there in a heartbeat. You want to know when?”

An intake of breath as he grew more and more passionate, seeing as the tears freefall down your face, chin still up as he spoke. “It was when you were in my goddamn garage. You would come before the band just to see me.” The last word was uttered in disbelief. His own tears threaten to start falling.

“You didn’t see it because I didn’t want you to. I was scared. But fuck, belly, it’s you. It’s always been you.” Your hand raised from your side, extending the envelope towards him. Letting him have the insight that you swore no one ever would.

Gingerly removing it from your grasp, he pulled the paper from the envelope and sat on his sofa. You stood rooted to your spot, watching his face to see the display of emotions he was bound to reveal.

Danny,

This isn’t a formal letter. Not like the others I’ve written. Where I’ve put my soul's bearings onto parchment and sealed them away, for no other prying eyes to ever see again. I had to get this down.

You looked at me today.

Sitting in your garage, you gave me an impromptu drumming lesson. I only caught it briefly, in a passing moment. When my head had turned when you weren’t expecting it and caught your eyes watching me. In a way that was different from all the others.

I didn’t realize it until I got home tonight, having been kicked out of the garage for super secret band practice (which is totally stupid by the way), but you did. I saw it. You looked at me. Thank you. For seeing me.

People call me dumb, that I’m just a child who doesn’t understand what love is and what it can entail. But they're wrong. Because I know that it can be a spoken word or just a look shared in secret, but it doesn’t matter because it’s love. It’s in the way you look at me when you teach me how to play drums.

It’s you, Danny. You’ll forever own a piece of my heart. No matter what. I love you.

Belly

His arms sagged, nearly dropping the paper to the floor, staring at you in utter disbelief. “You don’t deserve me,” you whispered out, feeling everything crash to the surface at once. Danny stood, approaching you, but still keeping a hair of distance.

Shaking his head, his red rimmed eyes bore into yours. “No, I don’t.” He was slowly inclining his head to yours, wanting to see if the message you were putting out was what he was reading. Not wanting to believe that this was actually happening. That the choice you had made was really him. The love you had harbored for him was true, not a dream he was chasing. That he would finally be ready to return it. After everything, you chose him.

“Take me to bed before you fuck it up.”

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