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maplesyrupsainz · 5 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙no saving u | LS2˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: logan sargeant x piastri!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, break up, brother's best friend/childhood friends to lovers

warnings: trigger warning many max verstappen mentions unfortunately /j

summary: in which they are pulled together following a particularly messy crash during the last race of the season and an even messier break up

a/n: i got this plot as a request and i love it ahhh i linked the request below!!! hope u guys enjoy i lowkey luv writing logan fanfic especially when max loses something 😆

request!!!: max is getting too cocky and dangerous on the track and he knows you disagree with his antics which causes tension between you, he continues his dangerous streak even though he’s just had the pit lane rules changed for abu dhabi and ends up crashing into logan during fp2, you’ve had enough of max putting himself and others in danger whilst he’s on an ego trip and rush to check on logan after he’s been taken safely from his car and end up going to the hospital with him (you’re childhood friends because he did karting and f3 with your brother), you leave max that night and end up spending more time with logan as he recovers, the summer is spent exploring your new relationship and you go public when you’re spotted in his paddock in 2024, max is humiliated beaten by the worst driver on the grid in his opinion, he’s finally humbled, you could also maybe have logan doing better as he’s had an opportunity to be involved with the cars development, and he even gets a couple podiums in his sophomore year :)

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kkodzvken · 3 years

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suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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patd--phan · 3 years

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Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend! Bucky (mid/late 40s) x reader (in early/mid twenties)

Summary: Y/N surprises bucky on a business trip and he promises to be hers.

Warnings: SMUTTY stuff (18+ only pleasee), unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), riding, teasing, significant age gap, reader takes charge, “Doll/sweets/baby/sweetheart”, some cute ass shit at the beginning and end tho

WC: about 3K im sorry I was really H*rny yesterday and I was unable to do anything about it as i was stuck in the car all damn day

Note: So I was really h*rny yesterday and this happened lol I’m sorry. Loosely based on the song wanna be yours-arctic monkeys. Also this will probably be the only smut I ever write bc I don’t wanna become an 18+ blog or make anyone uncomfortable (not that 18+ blogs are bad tho lemme set that straight, most of my fav blogs are)

PS thank you for the love on my first ever fic with Peter Parker x reader, it made me so happy that ppl didn’t think I suck lol ( and i guess i lied saying i would probably never write another one shot lol)

You do NOT have my permission to repost this anywhere, I will come for u if you plagiarize ok bye

It was no secret that Bucky liked to be in charge in the bedroom, and you had absolutely no problem with that. After all, he was older and more experienced; he knew how to make your body sing. But this week you were craving something a little different. Bucky had been away on a business trip all weekend and you really missed him, not just the sex (but I mean…) but just cuddling and talking to him about your day; you were feeling clingy. You decide to text bucky even though you knew he couldn’t answer right away because he was currently in a meeting.

Y/N: I mis youu :( when will you be back tomorrow?

You just wandered around your apartment for the next 20 minutes, casually checking your phone about every 30 seconds just in case bucky was able to sneak in a text. He finally replied after 30 minutes, right as his meeting was ending at 3.

Bucky: Hey doll, I miss you too <3

Bucky: unfortunately one of the investors this morning had to push their meeting to late tomorrow afternoon, so I’m not gonna be home until very late tomorrow night :(

Y/N: dammit :(

Y/N: well good luck at the pitch meeting tomorrow, I love and miss you <3

Bucky: don’t gimme that pout I know your making doll, ill see you tonight on facetime! :)

Y/N: haha u know me so well, and yes you’ll see me tonight ;) (but I still miss u)

Bucky: I know doll I hate it too, see you tonight. Love you <3

Y/n: love you too <3

You didn’t know if you could go until late Monday without seeing bucky. As you laid on the couch smiling sadly about missing your love, an idea popped into your head. He was only two and a half hours away, and he wouldn’t be back at his hotel for another 4 hours at least. Fuck it, you were gonna go drive to his hotel and surprise him. You couldn’t be away so long, you felt super clingy this weekend and you needed to be on top of with him.

You quickly ran around your apartment, packing an overnight bag and you saw the package that arrived earlier on your floor that you completely forgot about because you couldn’t stop thinking of Bucky. You remembered its contents e(a completely evil lingerie set) and threw it in the bag with a smirk on your face.

The drive to Bucky’s hotel felt like forever and you had to remind yourself to stop speeding because you were so excited. When you finally got to his hotel, you had to convince the manager to give you a key to his room, proving that you were the man’s girlfriend with several pictures on your phone which was slightly embarrassing because in almost every picture, at least one of you was half-naked. Worth it. You thought. When you arrived in his room you quickly went into the bathroom to change into a little black dress (with a surprise underneath). Then as you were sitting on his bed waiting for him, you realized it would still be a while before he would get back, so you decided to tidy up his things, packing his clothes and organizing his suitcase. Pleased with your work, you sat back down on the bed and looked at your phone for a while. You finally got pulled out of your Instagram daze when you heard Bucky’s voice in the hallway laughing at something a coworker said. You quickly threw your phone on the dresser, straightened up you dress, and sat at the edge of the bed with a huge smile on your face, giddy to surprise him.

As he turned the doorknob he was still looking behind him talking to the man. When he finally said goodbye and turned his head around, his eyebrows raised up and his jaw dropped, which was quickly replaced with a smile even larger than yours.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, running towards you and throwing his briefcase on the floor.

He picked you up in a tight hug and you squealed, legs immediately wrapping around his waist.

“I told you you’d see me tonight!” you said, still clung to him like a koala.

“W-what?” He replied, still in shock. Letting your legs fall back to the floor.

“I just missed you too much” you shrugged.

If any human could embody “heart eyes” it was Bucky at that moment- he’s such a softie for you. He pulled your face towards him and gave you one of the most loving kisses you’ve ever had in your life. You were expecting it to be passionate and rough, but it was soft, delicate and loving, and your heart melted into a puddle. After your lips parted, you gazed into each other’s eyes before being pulled up in another tight hug. You giggled and wrapped your legs around him again.

“I guess you missed me too huh?” you laughed.

“Oh doll, you have no idea.”

You wrapped your hands in his hair, massaging his neck and he moaned loudly.

“Mm, that feels nice.” He hummed.

“You tired baby?” you asked, he seemed like he needed some TLC (and you were ready to give it to him).

“I am so exhausted.” He replied, making you frown behind his back.

You slowly slid down his body, back onto your feet again, and kept massaging his head. He looked at you lovingly before looking around his hotel room, his eyebrows pulled in confusion.

“Did you clean up in here?”

“Yep, while I was waiting for ya,” you replied, smiling.

His whole face softened.

“Oh, I really don’t deserve you doll.” Making you smile and shake your head.

“Oh yes you do.” You replied making him smile and his heart flutter in his chest.

He pulled you in for another kiss, this one with more fire and longing in it than the last one. His large hands grabbed you ass to pull you closer to him and you moaned into the kiss. You pressed your body against him even tighter and ran your hands through his hair making him moan. You could feel his pants tent start to grow against you and you smirked and moved you lips down to the side of his neck making him groan.

You pull back and look at him, hard and eyes half lidded, it turns you on so much you feel your panties dampening.

“Hey Buck?” you whisper, lips mere inches apart.

“Hmm?” he hums in response.

“I have another surprise for you.” You whisper into his ear before pulling back to look at his face.

“What’s that, doll?” he whispers.

You smirk and step away from him, noticing the confusion on his face before you pull your dress over your head and throw it onto the floor.

Bucky’s jaw drops, making you bite your lip and smirk even more. This was gonna be fun.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans.

“Oh, I fully intend on it, Buck” you smirk.

He just groans and starts walking towards you.

“Buck?”

“Yeah sweets?”

“Wanna be mine tonight?”

“Fuck, I’ll be yours forever doll.” He says, making you whimper. You pull him against you by his tie, pressing your bodies together.

Your lips crash and tongues swirl together fighting for dominance. Hands moving up and down each other’s bodies like animals. Bucky squeezing your ass so tight you know there’s gonna be marks.

You both pull back enough so you can shimmy off Bucky’s tie and throw it over his head before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off him. You then sink to your knees and undo his belt quickly before slowly unzipping his pants, kissing the outside of his member though his pants making him exhale a breath sharply.

“Fuck” he breathes out.

You don’t want to tease him too much (yet) so after another kiss, you shove his pants off and lay down on the bed, his body caging you under him.

The passionate makeout session resumes with Bucky still hard in his boxers pressing against your clothed core. You suddenly remember what you wanted and pull back from the kiss.

“Wait, no” you whisper.

Bucky pulls back, confused and nervous he did something to hurt you.

“What’s wrong?” he whispers.

You take advantage of his confusion and roll him over so you were straddling him with a smirk on your face.

Bucky moans at your actions, core pressing tight against him.

“You said you’d be mine.” You breathe over his lips. Moaning as being in charge is giving you a whole rush of feelings and confidence.

You kiss him, and he lets you dominate the kiss this time, biting his lips and grinding on him. He bucks his hips onto your and you pull back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Bucky moans at your words as you start to kiss all the way down his body, leaving little hickies down his chest. When you get towards his boxers he thinks your gonna kiss his member or pull down his boxers, but instead you go back up his chest, licking a stripe from his belly button all the way to one of his nipples, up his neck, to his lips.

Bucky moans, loud. You give him one more kiss before deciding to stop teasing him (kinda). You quickly kiss down his chest again and then plant a few kisses on his aching cock through his boxers. He bucks his hips and is whimpering under you. Fuck, that turns you on. Your big strong boyfriend who could probably crush you with one arm, whimpering and practically begging under you. Your panties are fucking soaked and you don’t think you can deny your own pleasure too much longer. You pull down his boxers and his cock is throbbing and dripping precum.

“Shit” you moan at the sight.

You lick the precum off him and he gives a high pitched moan that goes straight to your core.

“Baby please, I- I can’t.”

“Don’t worry baby I got you.” You reply as you take his full member into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Bucky moans and bucks his hips into your mouth. You push them back down and suck a few more times before getting off of him. He looks worried for a second before you slide your panties off and straddle his cock.

“Still wanna be mine?”

“Always” he replies.

You sink down onto him, jaw dropping and eyes closing at the feeling. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to him no matter how many times he’s been inside you. You both moan as his whole cock is finally buried inside you.

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so fucking good in me.” You moan, starting to rock your hips.

“God, I’m so fucking wet for you.”

Bucky continues to give low moans as you start to ride him.

“Fuck baby, I love you like this.” He says, making you start to ride him harder, moaning at his words.

His hands come grab your hips to help you ride him faster, harder.

“Baby- shit I’m close already.” He pleads.

“All for me? Shit baby aren’t I the lucky one?” You moan.

Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten and he starts to fuck up into you. He was about to blow.

You moan loudly at the feeling. “Cum in me baby please I need it.”

After a particularly hard thrust into your wet pussy you feel him spilling inside you. He lets out one of those vulgar high pitched moans and grunts that make your brain short circuit and your eyes roll back while your pussy clenches around him. You feel yourself getting close, but you want to give him another orgasm, so you sink down on him fully and slowly ride him, hearing him whimpering and moaning. You feel him get hard in you again (thank you supersoldier serum) and you rock back and forth on him. You reach down to rub your clit, but Bucky sees it and swats your hand away, replacing it with his metal one.

“Oh fuck” you moan at the cool sensation.

You start to bounce up and down on him again, the knot in your abdomen building and heating up. You feel yourself close to being undone as you ride him and his other hand runs up your body and squeezes your nipple through your thin lace bra. You moan and feel yourself clench around him, making him moan.

“Fuck- I’m gonna c-“ you get interrupted by the white hot explosion of your orgasm. Your eyes roll back, jaw hangs open and toes curl as you feel that release knock throughout your whole body, making you shake. You let out those high pitched moans and whines that only Bucky makes you feel.

Feeling you clench around him and watching your completely fucked out face, you feel Bucky’s thick cock twitch inside of you, and you moan as you feel him release in you again. Fuck that makes you feel good. So good you can’t think or move and you start to collapse on top of Bucky, but he slightly catches you and lays you down on his chest, both breathing heavy, with his cock still inside you, cum dripping all down your legs and onto Bucky.

You can’t speak, can’t think, the pleasure totally ruining you. After what feels like forever, you feel your breathing start to return to normal, as does Bucky’s, and you feel his hand rubbing up and down your back, grounding you back to earth from wherever on cloud nine you were.

You hum as you feel yourself finally calm down.

“Holy fuck, doll” you feel him lowly whine in your ear. You can only moan lowly in response.

“Baby that was fucking amazing.”

“Mmhmm.” You hum.

“…but I think I’m gonna lose my mind if you keep clenching around me.” He chuckles.

“oh shit, sorry,” you mumble out. You try to push up off of him but the farthest you got was placing your hands on his shoulders before your body gave up on you.

“Oh my God, I can’t move” you whisper. You’re so fucked out, your body won’t respond to your brain anymore.

Bucky moans at your words and slowly rolls both of you so youre on your side facing him. He reaches down and pulls his soft cock out of your pussy, moaning when he sees a burst of cum leaking from you.

You moan at the feeling of him exiting your body. You look him in the eyes and give him a lazy smile. His eyes sparkle back at you and his hand comes up to rub your cheek.

“Mm” you hum at the feeling.

“That was fucking incredible” he says, making you smile wider.

“I’m not disagreeing” you quip.

He chuckles lightly before saying “you gotta do this more often.”

“What, surprise you on business trips?” you question.

“No” he rolls his eyes and smiles, “Well yes actually, but I was talking about you absolutely taking charge tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” you smirk.

“Fuck yeah doll, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard. You looked so damn sexy in charge.”

You look away from his eyes, shying at his words, but also they were giving you the confidence to look right back into his eyes and say “I agree” with a smirk.

“I love hearing those high pitched moans you make, It turns me on so much” you admit.

“You know, only you can get those noises out of me, doll” he chides. You blush and smile at him.

He chuckles and you bring his face towards yours and kiss him deeply, tongues meeting together. You both hum into the kiss as his hand rubs down the side of your body.

When you break the kiss, both of you needing a breath, he pulls your body towards him, resting your head on his chest. You hum in peace as he rubs your back.

“I love you so much Y/N” he says and you feel your heart absolutely burst in your chest.

“I love you so much too Buck,” you reply, lifting your head to peck him on the lips before placing your head back on his chest.

You lay in silence for a minute before your mind begins to wander again.

“Did you mean it?” you ask.

“Mean what, doll?”

“That you’ll be mine forever?” you ask. “I mean not just in the sexy way but that you’ll be with me forever?” you ramble out.

“God yes sweetheart, you’re the one for me.” He responds and you didn’t think your heart could explode anymore, but it just did.

You squeeze his shoulder with your hand before coming up to kiss him passionately again, almost crying at all of the love going though you.

“I promise I’m all yours forever too, Buck” you smile at him.

“Good,” he smiles back, and you rest back on his chest, eyes getting droopy.

“Night-night sweetheart.” You feel yourself smile in your sleep.

“Goodnight my love.” You reply, further cuddling into his chest. Bucky feels his heart combust in his chest. God, wasn’t he lucky to have you. He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, but he knew that he was going to assure you that you deserve the world every day for the rest of his life. He kissed the top of your head before falling into a deep sleep, content with his favorite person tight in his arms.

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)

Tony Stark x son!reader

warnings:

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags

prompt: continued

part 1

~sokovia was ur first big mission~

“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap

“the first mistake was letting me become a father”

“good god, tony...”

you having the time of your life crushing robots

“WHEEEEEE”

also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times

“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint

rip pietro

rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???

“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”

“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”

“i love you, kid! be safe!”

✨a good family you’ve got✨

soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward

but you chose your dad’s side

“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”

peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool

“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”

“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”

teenage teamup? ofc

“am i doing alright?”

“looking a-okay, pete!”

tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter

“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”

you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service

“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”

“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”

absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion

“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy

“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”

“not around teenagers, no”

“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”

peter texted you every day after that

whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you

plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter

“that’s not real!”

“jealous?”

you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)

didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience

but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it

“dude, how do you feel?”

“bruh sound effect number two”

“oh my god”

FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing

“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”

tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that

but you and peter obviously still hung out

oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!

“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”

“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”

moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)

“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”

“i’m his son!”

i n v a s i o n

oh boy that was rough

bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord

“y/n...your VOICE”

“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”

“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”

“uh, did you forget my birthday?”

peter’s back! peter’s back!

finally, man

“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”

“on the way!”

“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”

up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear

“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”

“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*

“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”

pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up

“bruce, we gotta get going”

“what? where?”

“upstate”

patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat

but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?

wrong.

this was bad, very bad

after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part

you dusted away

“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”

tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone

“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”

she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own

soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was

she was eager to meet you

morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room

“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”

tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other

an ounce of hope, he had to try something

save his only son, and his other son

when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here

yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023

and bruce snapped

and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring

tony had to see his son now. right now.

“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”

“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”

“get over it”

ah, back to old times

peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!

and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees

“no...”

you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him

“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”

you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away

“y/n...are you okay?” -peter

“not even a little”

peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter

mutual worry

meeting morgan was...surprising

pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone

she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room

you got NO space

“i love you y/n”

“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*

“i love you y/n”

“love you too, morgan”

over and over

peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff

ned fanboyed over you

also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there

“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”

“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”

“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”

“good for you, man!”

peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone

all of them

Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me

you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on

happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess

“you gave away dad’s glasses?”

“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”

“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”

having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up

there wasnt much backup here

finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home

“call me if you need anything, pete”

“i will. i promise.”

and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed

“i left him alone for one day!”

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Diver | Miya Atsumu

Synopsis: For you, decisions have always resulted in one, then two, then twenty steps back from the jump you know you want to take, but never find the courage to do so. Miya Atsumu was one of those decisions, and it baffles you how he makes the edge seem so inviting.

Characters: Miya Atsumu, You

Warnings/Tags/Genre: Self reflection, Slice of Life, Fluff (atsumu is cute lmao), Mentions of sitting on a cliff, Friendship w Bo!! Pining!Atsumu, hard to get reader when irl ur just confused , more sky references are surprised? no

WC: 4.6k+

a/n: this was purely based on my desire to explore atsumu and the y/n i headcanon’s character more. this is also to those who struggle to decide which risks are actually worth taking. (atm this is not edited bc im just gonna do that tomorrow lol)

playlist: Hello by Elijah Who

++note: please click keep reading bc whole thing is posted!

You remember standing at the edge of the cliff and thinking about how big and beautiful the world looked at age seven. You think back to the words your grandfather tells you when he sits on the ground next to you and begins to tell the familiar tale of the boy who lived life too scared to leap. You don’t think it was a true story; some elements changed every other time the same story was retold but you listened with rapt attention either way.

Every summer when you visited your grandfather in that little house by the cliff hours away from the rush the city brought, more than half of your days were spent sitting by the edge watching the clouds chase and envelop one another. You’d watch as the blue moved into gold, then orange, then red, then back to blue—and finally dive into black. There was never a day where the chase looked exactly the same.

At nine, you still thought the world looked too vast and beautiful and now you think it was because there was still so much you didn’t know. At sixteen, you remembered seeing more streaks of pink along the horizon in the distance but when you look back at the photos now—it was still really just swirls of red and kisses of orange. Maybe that was the summer you first felt love, because the world you saw in those days were through the rose colored lenses that only you wore.

When your grandfather would ask you why you preferred to sit out by the edge instead of run in the field with the kids you knew nearby you only shrugged and said you didn’t want to miss the stories in the sky later that day. Some days, he’d sit next to you and you’d listen to the story of the boy who never leaped again, but during the last few years of his life when he became too frail for the world, he’d only ruffle your hair and go back inside the house.

There wasn’t a particular reason either; no dramatics that told a heartfelt backstory towards your infatuation with the sky, or a long spill about how you love letting the sounds of the waves crashing silence your thoughts—it was quite the opposite, really. Even when your first love told you it wasn’t working out and you spent the entire evening and the next crying over a story ended, you still sat and watched the colors changing with the expression of wonder that stayed constant since you were a child.

“I still care for you,” you remember him saying and his voice clear in your head doesn’t fight over the sounds of the waves crashing on jagged boulders below.

“—we’re just not meant for each other,” he says again but you don’t feel the need to look away from the sky because the sun’s beginning to dip into the horizon and the violets are starting to paint swirls in the sky.

“I don’t think I ever loved you, (y/n),” you hear along with the cry of a seagull somewhere on your left but you only let out the sigh you’ve held in when the show is over and the black curtains cover the sky. You remember closing your eyes to try to search for that twinge of pain you always read about when your first love is over. But, when you breathe in, you only hear the water below roar. When you breathe out, you hear your grandfather’s call from the house behind you.

That night when you stood up to leave, you dusted the dirt off of your pants and stepped closer to the edge; you weren’t going to jump but you wanted to step into that line of uncertainty to feel that rush.

The feeling you always get when you’re tipping your seat back and you let your fingers graze off of the table you’re supporting yourself with—and you’re dipping into the territory of whether you’ll fall forward or backward. Whether the fall either ways could mean good, or bad.

“Can’t we work this out?” is what you knew you wanted to try to say in the moment he turned his back. And then the first step towards him became one, then two, then three—before your hand stopped short of grabbing his shoulder because you realize you don’t want to say it.

Maybe because you were sixteen and the chemistry test you had to take next period was a more important thought than this, or maybe because this was the kind of puppy love where it as quick as it started—so you didn’t want to tarnish the final chapters with an ugly fight. But, really, you began to think, as your hand curled back into a fist and you watched him with dry eyes turn the corner and disappear, you just don’t have a reason to want to work it out.

So then as the bell rang, you turned to take a step that went from one, to two, to three, four—and then eventually six steps back.

Six steps away from the edge where you let yourself be dangled by uncertainty.

The strange part is you don’t remember what began shifting afterwards; when you lost sight of the horizon you spent years losing yet finding yourself in all at once.

After that night, for the years that led up to now it felt like there was never a balance when it came the climax of your decision making. Every time the atmosphere tensed and you feel your gut twist with the pressure of the outcome, your brain is suddenly creating loopholes to mend the situation and your body is already in motion—every single time moving one, to two, to twenty steps away from the drop. That way, you could rock your heels to the side or tip the back of your chair as far back as possible without the need to pull back because you know the steady ground would always break your fall.

You weren’t sure if you necessarily enjoyed it but the cliff by your grandfather’s house doesn’t look the same anymore. This time, you’re sitting in a chair on the porch, a heavy distance away from the pull of gravity down below. Because it’s safe, you reason, but the horizon from your spot doesn’t look quite the same. Peering at the strokes of colors in the 6pm sky through cracks in the porch’s rooftop makes the world feel so little. You hear the sound of the TV running inside the house instead of the water roaring below and you know it isn’t the same.

But when the sun peeks in finality before diving the world into dark, you stand at the edge of the porch like you did at the edge of the cliff so many times before.

One foot hovering over the ground below and you know your balance is tipping, but you don’t feel anything. There isn’t a hitch in your breath and the feeling of weightlessness and heaviness simultaneously nipping at your skin.

You sigh in blankness as you thrust your body forward and let yourself dive. Before you even leap you already feel the ground beneath your feet.

The ground is only two feet below you.

In your mid-twenties, Miya Atsumu came into your life in a whirlwind of laughter and expressions.

He wasn’t really that spectacular. Sure, Atsumu could twirl a pencil like the honor roll kids as well as he could land a service ace, but that was kind of it.

How the two of you became close friends was always a wonder to you as well. You knew his twin brother—Osamu, after frequenting his onigiri shop every day for lunch, but your interactions with him were mostly limited to the “hi”, “how are you”, “thanks”, and “goodbye”.

Atsumu was, well, interesting to talk to because of all the expressions that substituted some verbal cues in the conversation.

It took getting to know him for about a year and joining him in the last minute road trips he pulled with you to realize how much Atsumu embodied uncertainty.

He was like the push and the pull of the wind when you’re standing at that edge again. Like somewhere between the moments of unfiltered fear from plunging down into the ocean you know you can’t swim in, and that step back of reasoning that tells you a two more steps further means two more steps safer.

He was neither of those, but at the same time, made you feel the magnitude of both simultaneously. Atsumu, to you, was the cliff, the rocking wind, the steady ground, and the plunge below.

And it was frustrating because you couldn’t read him at all.

When he asked you one day if you wanted to join him for dinner, this time, just the two of you while the apples of his cheek blushed a visible shade of red despite the dimmed lighting of the sky—you felt your gut churn in uncertainty.

For a while you’ve felt he wanted to push the boundaries of your friendship into a territory more unknown to the both of you, but you thought it would just stop at the experimental prodding. You weren’t blind. You felt how his eyes would trail your profile when he thought your attention was too engrossed in a book, knew that the unmarked box of chocolates were from him because he wasn’t subtle in hiding the special instructions written on the bottom of the box. You saw the triumphant spark in his eye when you told him the gift he gave you on your birthday was exactly what you wanted even if he just shrugged and said he guessed lucky.

And that’s the thing—Atsumu was painfully obvious. He wasn’t explicit about his intentions—he was just obvious; you know he wasn’t dumb enough to leave all these hints and expect you to still not know so that frustrated you even further. Did he want you to find out? Did you want to find out?

“Do ya think you wanna get some dinner tonight?” he quips beside you, “—just us two?” he adds, finishing awkwardly as you two come to a halt in front of the train station.

You think about his offer; you really do. The feeling in your gut doesn’t go away and your left foot is subconsciously rocking backwards. One step back.

“Maybe next time,” you hear yourself say. Atsumu’s deflating in front of you and his right hand rests on the back of his head while he shoves the left into the pocket of his jeans.

Two steps, “I’d love to—“ you continue, “but I may miss the last train and I don’t really wanna take a taxi tonight.”

Atsumu’s nodding his head saying, “Of course! Of course. Yeah, definitely. Next time!” And in a way you’re thankful he doesn’t mention the fact that he could always drive you back instead of letting you take a taxi.

Three steps, as you wave at him from the top steps of the station’s exit.

Four steps, “For sure next time!” you call out as he waves at your retreating figure with a smile. Neither of you really have faith on when next time will be, nor were sure if either of you believed it in the first place.

It’s when the train doors close and you’re holding on the railing where it dawns on you that you just took about 20 more steps back.

Two weeks after Atsumu’s offer of a dinner date was when Bokuto comes to you to say that he understands why you rejected the offer.

“You and him are just too different from each other,” he says like he made a profound discovery and not like he’s commenting on your love life.

“Aren’t opposites supposed to attract?” you ask.

“Not all the time,” Bokuto answers almost immediately and you nod your head choosing to not expand on the topic while your mind begins to whirl at his words.

On the bright side, you were glad neither you nor Atsumu spoke much about it. The days where you’d spend the afternoons with the team until practice ended, if nobody wanted to catch dinner the two of you would eventually just part ways at the train station he walked you to every night.

“I could always drive you home, ya know, I’m a good driver,” he says when you search through your bag for your PASMO card.

“I live in the opposite way you’re going, ‘Tsumu,” you laugh, albeit still appreciative at his offer.

“I know,” he replies and rattles his keys in his hands.

You’re still digging through your bag as you look for the card you know you must have left at home before you finally sigh and look at him looking at you holding out his keys.

“C’mon, (Y/n), I won’t speed I swear!” Atsumu laughs as he leads the way to the parking lot.

A few more weeks pass and you’re glad no one mentions the fact that you follow Atsumu into the parking lot every time practice ends. The day after he drove you home for the first time, you flashed the PASMO card you made sure to have with you this time and told him thank you for dropping you off the day before. He only rolled his eyes as he grabbed your wrists and pulled you in the car with him.

In hindsight, you could have said no and waved him off like usual, but your feet were matching the steps in his before you could even process what you were doing. He just drove you home, made small talk, and asked about your days most of the time—so all in all it was pleasant.

And you lived in the west side of town so drive always meant that the both of you had a front seat view to the sky’s art show. One thing you noticed (and appreciated) about Atsumu was the duality in his focus.

First hand, you’ve seen up close the intensity of his focus during his serves. The air would whip itself into a deafening silence at the drop of his hand and his eyes steeled over as fast as the sounds came to a halt—it was eerie, almost. In the way that sent chills down your spine and admiration bubble in the pits of your stomach. Then, as quick as the ball slams on the spot of the ground he aimed towards—the yell of triumph he’d express and the smile that would break into his face would overflow from his whole being. Like exhaling shakily after a sharp intake of breath—Atsumu was everything intense.

But, Atsumu, you think as you peek at him looking at the skies in front of him, was also serene. The kind of focus that pulled you in all the right ways. Like the gentle teacher you had from elementary who would coax you softly to focus sounding out the words in the passage you had trouble pronouncing. His hands were steady on the wheel, at 10 and 2 and the car would slowly come to a stop at every red light instead of the sharp lurch your body moves into when you press the brake a little too harshly. He only sometimes put music in the car—he told you he prefers to have your voice as company instead of hearing about the weather from the radio.

It surprised you, but at this point Atsumu brought nothing in your life but surprises. Then again, it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—you were just used to feeling the ground before you fell so his uncertainty was still very much of an unmarked territory for you.

“Is it something about me?” he asked when the two of you exited the car and stood outside the entrance to your apartment building.

You know what he’s talking about, but you opt to stay silent and look at him with your head tilted instead because you already feel the urge to take one step back.

He’s still looking at you even as the passing moments are stretching into an awkward silence so he sighs and shoves his hands back in his pockets—something he does when he’s nervous, you noticed—and waved you off when you opened your mouth to try to retaliate. You’re thankful because you aren’t exactly sure what it was you were going to say anyway.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” he says as he turns.

“See ya tomorrow?”

He waits for you to nod and wave a goodbye at him, which he first smiles at, before he starts the car and drives away.

His question “doesn’t keep you up at night,” is what you try to convince yourself when it’s 2:05 am on a Tuesday night and all you’ve done so far is toss and turn in bed. To prove your own point, you’ve sat up and turned the bedside lamp on while you scroll through some unopened emails on your laptop.

Halfway into retyping the same email you know you’ve been staring at for the past hour, Atsumu’s contact photo chimes in your phone in the form of a text message.

“you up?” it reads from the notification bar and you automatically shut your laptop close, turn off the lamp, and throw your covers over your head.

“No,” you reply out loud and you internally groan because of how ridiculous you’re being.

Your thoughts from the night before still remain in your head as you’re sitting on the bench beside the court later that afternoon as you type away at your laptop. It’s still the same email you never replied to last night, but you try to ignore that. You also ignore the fact that you’ve kept count of how many times the ball slammed on the opposite side of the net when Atsumu practiced his serves.

You don’t notice it when Bokuto takes a seat next to you and looks over your shoulder at the email you’re not even halfway through typing.

“That’s the same email opened since this morning,” he points out and you groan before turning to face and quickly shush him.

He’s laughing when he takes a seat next to you.

“You know,” he begins, “I think you’re just scared to feel something for Atsumu.”

You close your laptop—the draft of your email unsaved, like it had any coherent content anyway.

“Bo, you’re being silly,” you reply knocking your shoulder against his in laughter.

“You’re avoiding the conversation, (y/n),” he laughs back and you wave him off towards the court in laughter when the coach calls for him. He stretches when he stands back up and tells you, “We’ll talk about this later because I think you need it,” before jogging off to the other side of the gym.

Inwardly, you heave another sigh, because this was one of the times where Bokuto’s being more serious. You had to give him credit—the duality in his personality and harsh line when he switched from jesting to seriousness was impressive. Bokuto Koutarou wasn’t smart in many aspects of the domestic parts of life—he didn’t understand taxes, or why you needed to change the oil often, but he had a way of looking through the layers people build around themselves.

At first, it caught you off guard because two weeks after you met you had only been sitting outside a convenience store watching him lick the melted parts of his ice cream on his hands when he suddenly turns to you and says, “(Y/n), I wish you would take risks more. You’re too cautious.”

He never brought it up again, but every time he chose to tell you something—it was always something you knew, never acknowledged, but needed to hear.

So when Atsumu waves at you and shouts that he’ll just shower and be out in thirty minutes, you ignore the urge to step back, and smile at him instead.

You’re thinking about Bokuto’s words again as you listen to Atsumu yell something at Sakusa from inside the locker room.

You’re too different from each other.

You suppose there are differences, especially in the way you address your friends—Atsumu’s not afraid to clap your back while he laughs while you choose to keep your hands to yourself. He’s not afraid to let his intentions be known while you try to wrestle with your thoughts every time you’re shifting closer to the edge.

You could always walk away, you tell yourself every day, but every day you also choose to not do that. You know day by day and sunset after sunset you watch with Atsumu you’re nearing that edge again—and you want nothing more than take twenty more steps back but each day he offers you a new joke that you genuinely laugh at you know it’s a couple centimetres closer to where you’re afraid of going.

Bokuto’s right, you’re different from each other, but you know deep down that you’re alike in so many ways. When Atsumu talks about what he wants to do accomplish in life outside of volleyball, he talks with such a childish wonder in the certainty of the tone of his voice. At times, he was stubborn to the core—just like you were, and you realize that would clash between the both of you some day but Atsumu smiling as he’s jogging towards you has you realizing that you don’t really mind at all.

“Ready to go?” he asks and you could only nod as you follow him out the door.

Bokuto’s looking at you and giving you a thumbs up which you nervously return with a smile of your own.

During the car ride back home, you’re thankful that Atsumu chooses to flip on the radio this time; you didn’t plan on telling much of a story, and your thoughts are too jumbled up with everything for you to even settle with small talk.

“You good?” he asks, then looks over at you at the red light. You nod yes and shift the bag sitting in your lap.

“The sky looks pretty today,” you begin, “—the sunset today looks like the ones I grew up seeing when I was a kid at my grandfather’s by the coast.”

Atsumu hums, but it’s still heard over the low volume of the car’s radio, “You should take me to see one day.”

Your gut churns and you curse yourself when you habitually chose to stay silent.

“I don’t mean it like I’m inviting myself there, (Y/n)—“

“It’s okay, you should visit with me next time,” you reply then turn to watch his expression shift from flustered to surprise from his profile. You’re watching him with baited breath and your heart thumping can almost be heard when the radio dips into a silence in the commercial.

The light switches to green and Atsumu eases his foot off of the break as the car slowly gains momentum before he’s nodding his head and saying a soft, “Yeah. Sure. Totally.”

It’s quite uncharacteristic for him to be so muted with his replies, but you suppose these are one of the similarities you’re discovering you have with Atsumu. He’s confident and barks out his comments when his emotions are running high, but at the moment you know the both of you are tiptoeing around that line of uncertainty at the moment.

When his pointer figure taps the steering wheel in an unknown rhythm, a nervous habit of his, you feel yourself slightly relax. The difference this time from that hallway breakup you had when you were sixteen was both of you were at the same page. That boy who said he didn’t love you let the certainty in his intentions be known in the way you could already anticipate the long term ending for. There was nothing more to be uncovered—and you didn’t find the push to dive down for more.

This, with Atsumu, was a different story. You had curiosity with the unclarity. You craved to unravel his truth.

Truthfully, every decision you’ve made so far had you already seeing the outcome—that’s why you’ve only felt like you were only jumping to a ground two or three feet under you.

With Atsumu, you’ve come to realize that he personified the edge. At the same time, he was the push and the pull of the wind when you’re balancing yourself between curiosity and reason. You know the frustration you feel when you can’t read him comes from the fact that you’re only seeing him from the surface. You see licks of who he is with every slam of the ball and every spark in his eye.

But just when you feel that knot in your stomach, you allow reason to cloud your desire to jump into the blurred lines of variability— Every. Single. Time.

And it frustrates you because twenty steps back have become too comfortable for you to try to leave. You hated it, but you knew what was waiting for you every time, so you learned to find the comfort in it.

The truth is, you’ve always had the curiosity towards what it felt like to plunge. Like the story your grandfather would tell you—it ended with the boy dying by the edge he never found the curiosity to jump in, surrounded by the questions that ultimately died with him. It was a pitiful end, and up till now you believe the entire story could have been avoided. You know you’re always thinking about the dive and what comes with it, but never found quite the push that’d lead you to want to throw your body forward and seek.

You know Bokuto always had a point in the passing comments he tells you when you least expect it. Bokuto presented them to you in forms of declarations not even in questions.

The sky in front of you is the same sky you stood under when you dangled your feet over the edge, fearless, years ago. Atsumu feels like the push and pull of the wind, and the tug of gravity under your soles when he looks at you as you stand in front of your apartment building.

You’re not in the cliff side this time but you see the horizon you forgot you loved when Atsumu shoves his hands in his pockets and offers you a smile.

You hear the cry of the waves below and the call of the seagulls to your left when Atsumu says, “About earlier, you don’t have to worry about it—I was just jokin.”

“You’re scared to feel something for Atsumu,” you hear Bokuto tell you when you itch to take a step back, then, “I wish you’d take more risks.”

“I wanna take the risk,” you say out loud and Atsumu looks at you quizzically, before softening his eyes when he realizes what you’re trying to say.

And you could almost laugh because of course he understands what you mean. Atsumu knew more than he let on and you could laugh again at the mirroring of your personalities. It was opposite and identical at the same time: identical like the both of you understanding each other’s metaphors without explanation, and opposite in the way he always addresses them while you do, well, the opposite of that.

“I wanna jump,” you say even if it doesn’t make sense because you’re confident the message will reach him all the same.

Atsumu’s beaming and you think it looks like the sun that’s looked at you from the horizon for years. When he takes your hands in his, you inhale yet feel breathless because the balls of your feet feel weightless and your body is leaning forward.

And when the clouds in the sky blend with the painting and Atsumu leans forward, you let gravity take you—

Then, you’re diving.

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outsiders-incorrect-quotes · 3 years

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Same story line as always you the Curtis sister... I recommend reading the other ones to have more of a familiar idea what is going on but its fine if you don't... ENJOY! Pls tell me if you like like these BC i continue to write them but Idk if anyone is enjoying them.STAY GOLD

“Wake up greaser!” Two-Bit said as he jumped on your bed “Heya Two-Bit, what’s going on?” you say tiredly

“Where’s the rest of them ?”

“Well Pony and Johnny had a field trip today and they had to leave early for school so Steve, Soda, and Darry went to drop them off then go to work after.”

“What about Dal?”

“Lord knows”

“Well looks like it’s just gonna be you and me Y/N”

“Good deal Two-Bit”

“You get dressed and I will go start breakfast”

“You got it”

As Two-Bit left the room you got out from under the covers and began making your bed and thinking about how much you really appreciated Two-Bit. You heard the eggs frying on the pan and began getting dressed, you didn’t have much so you took an old DX shirt from Soda’s closet that he said you could have and a pair of black skinny jeans and combat boots Dal got you for Christmas.

“Hey Y/N what do you wanna do today?” Two-Bit asked as you walked into the kitchen

“Not sure… wanna watch Mickey?” you said grabbing 2 plates from the cabinet

“I got it! Were gonna have my famous Two-Bit days where we do what two-bit does.”

“And what does that consist of Two-Bit?” you said with sarcasm in your voice

“ Well since your a mighty fine drinker, were gonna have a beer-chugging competition”

“Ok but we can’t drink to many or Darry is gonna scream our heads off even though your the only one who’s gonna get drunk cause I don’t get drunk”

“Yea yea hand me those plates”

After handing two-bit the plates you went to see if Mickey was on and luckily it was. Two-Bit put your plate on the coffee table and he sat next to you. You sat in silence for a few minutes with Mickey playing in the background.

“How are you and Dal doing?”

“Huh,” you said with egg in your mouth

“ you know we all saw yall kiss in the rain at the movies”. You choked on the eggs that you were about to swallow and then you spit it onto your napkin and wiped your face off. “Yall watched us”

“Maybe”

“ Two-Bit yall are freaking creepy. Good thing Darry wasnt there”

“We told him”

“ What!” you said dropping the plate and began dragging Two-Bit to the ground. “Ima cut your air Two-Bit”

“Ima cut your air Two-Bit, “ two-bit said in a high pitch voice trying to mock you and rolled out from your grip. You laid on the floor and he was standing above you and said “ we didn’t tell him, just wanted to see you get mad”

“Damn you Two-Bit,” you said as you sat up and grabbed your plate taking it to the kitchen.

“You are on dish duty,” he said

“Hand me your plate”

“Which beer did Darry say your allowed to have”

“You can pick any, as long as we don’t have more than 6 pack,” you said drying your hands. Two-Bit walked into the living room again and you followed him “ ok on the count of 3 we chug this beer. 1...2...3!” you chugged so fast your were done and you slammed the empty glass on the table and you watched Two-Bit take his last sip “ Beat that Two-Bit!” you said wiping your mouth “ Pretty good Y/N, another round later?”

“You betcha “

“Let’s play cards and later we can go find Dal or something”

“Let’s do it”

You guys played for what felt like days and decided by lunchtime to go to DX and see what was going on.

“Hey Two is it cold outside you said walking to your room”

“Not too bad, but you might want to bring a coat”

“ Alright thanks,” you said. When you opened your closet barely anything was there. Like you always do you went to Soda’s closet and grabbed a jacket and walked out to the living room where two-bit was putting on his leather jacket.

“You ready yet?”

“Yea let’s go… did you bring a car or are we walking?”

“Walking,” he said opening the front door

As you guys walked you made jokes about people coming by and you guys slashed some Soc’s tires might have been Cherry’s car. You slashed one side and he slashed the other side and then hauled out of there. When you got DX you saw some girl flirting with Soda and he wasn’t having it. He saw you and looked at you with a face saying ’help me’ and you winked at him with one eye and ran up to him and hugged him saying “ hey babe” and he hugged you back and went along with it. The look on that girl’s face “I think that’s enough gas” she said pulling the pump out of her car and driving off. “Thanks, Y/N,” Soda said pulling away from your hug and looing at your outfit up and down “we better buy you some new clothes,” he said putting his arm around your shoulder and walking up to Steve and Two-Bit who were messing around with some broads who probably stopped by to see Soda. “Soda you letting Y/N wear your clothes now,” Steve said

“Yea what about it?” soda said grabbing a windshield wiper

“Yea what about it?” you said grabbing the windshield wiper out of Soda’s hand and whacking Steve in the head with it. Steve was holding the side of his and then you tackled him to the ground. You were rolling all over the ground tackling him when you put him in a choke hold “ want me to cut your air Steve?”

“No”

“Then say it dont matter”

“Hell no”

" the im cut your-"

"Hey there y/n" you heard from behind you. It was Dal. You got really fast and ran to him then jumping up and wrapping your legs around his back. Before you could say anything you guys were kissing infront of all of them. In the middle of you guys kissing your hear all the boys making smooching sounds with their back turned to you guys hugging themselves while moving their hands up and down their back. Dal let go of u quietly and picked the windshield wiper off the floor whacking each one of them in the back of the head with it. You laughed as the all turned around in pain and surprise. " when yall plan on telling Darry" Soda asked snatching back the windshield wiper from Dal. " do we have to?" You wined " unless you want him to find out the hard way" steve interrupted " I will find a right time to do it" you said

" listen me a Soda got to get back to work" Steve said walking towards a car he was working on before you and Two-Bit got there.You gave Soda a hug and waved him good bye. Two-Bit, Dal, and you walked around for a bit before Dal said "the sky's getting dark pretty soon im gonna have to go"

" where you off to" you asked

" gonna go see Tim" he said

" see u tomorrow" You said giving him a hug

" take care of her Two-Bit and layoff of her otherwise i will have your panties in a twist" Dal warned him

Two laughed and waved as Dal walked into an alley. On your way home you stopped by the dingo to get some dinner for everyone when they came home.

When you got home you set everything down and set the table. " when is everybody getting home?" Two-Bit asked " i think around 5:30" you said looking at the clock " about an hour til, we can watch Mickey and have a drink till they get here" you said smiling " good thinking" he said walking to the fridge grabbing 2 beers. You both sat and watched mickey slowing sipping on the beer. You leaned your head on his should with the beer in your hand. " Two-Bit?"

" yea y/n"

" have I ever told you I love you like a brother"

" have i ever told you I love you like a sister"

A warm feeling rushed over your body as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder

" if you ever need anything two, im here for you if you need me"

" same to you y/n" he said as he lightly cheered your beer

From outside the window your heard sniffles. " the hell was that" you say as you open the blinds to see Soda and Steve hugging and pretending to wipe tears of their eyes. You got up closed the blinds and locked the front door. " yall can come in when Darry gets home in an hour" you say while looking into the window. "Hope it ain't cold out" Two- Bit yelled as you sat back down next to him.

#two bit mathews #the outsiders #DX #imagines #steve randle #sodapop curtis

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slashiest-slasher · 4 years

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For @slashthedice‘s Frisky February!

Day 7: Cock Warming

Brahms Heelshire x Male s/o (surprise, surprise. it's a sequel of the somnophilia prompt, and late again bc im a trainwreck of a human being)

It's over lunch the next day that you deliberate over what the exact details of Brahms' punishment are going to be for the endeavor of his the night before. Not that is wasn't pleasurable for you, but it pushed a major boundary. On you didn't think you needed to set.

But APPARENTLY you did.

Of course, Brahms has to clean the bedding since he didn't deign himself to clean up and left cum to dry all over the sheets. You didn't know if it would be more fitting for you to clean the cum out of him, but settled for watching him quite intently as he did it himself. His cheeks were bright red as he emptied himself, and struggled to wash out the dried cum from his body hair.

A good enough start, but that was all it was. A start.

You contemplated making him run errands with you in town, but you knew that would be pushing things too far. You want to make him pay and feel bad for doing something like that without your consent, but that would border on him getting arrested.

And then you thought about asking Malcolm over, play some pool, share a few drinks. Maybe even stay over for dinner. But after a quick call, you found that Malcolm is swamped over at the shop. You extend him an offer for help, which he gladly accepts - for tomorrow.

That still leaves the issue of today.

Brahms has his lessons still, and while it's mostly posturing and an excuse for Brahms to snuggle with you while you read to him, you still indulge him. It's pretty nice for you too. It's one of the few times Brahms tones down his brattiness. And that's when it hits you. You smile to yourself while putting away the leftovers.

Brahms, who sits patiently at the table, tilts his head to the side. "What are you thinking about?" he ask, resting his chin on his folded arms.

"Oh nothing Brahmsy. Go get cleaned up for your lessons, alright?"

He perks up at that, and rushes to the sink to get washed up. You only with it were that easy to get him in the bathtub. Usually you have to coerce him with kisses, or the occasional handjob. Sure, he is more malleable in his post orgasmic haze, and lets you take off his mask, but sometimes you wish it were easier.

You head into the library where Brahms usually has been taking his lessons, and pick out Macbeth from the books on the shelves. You set it down on the back of the sofa and strip yourself, meticulously folding your clothes and setting them on the desk. You take the small bottle of lube from your pants pocket, and slowly start slicking yourself up, waiting for Brahms to wander in.

Oh and when he does, you can see his eyes go wide and his back ramrod straight. "Brahmsy..." you drawl out. "It's time for your lessons. Come and take a seat." You have to hold back the snerk.

Brahms is less careful with his own clothes, tugging them off and letting them pool on the floor. If it weren't for bathing him, and spending so much time pressed tightly against him, you would probably forget how lithe and strong his body it, hidden undeath that large cardigan and baggy pants.

You shuffle so your back is against the armrest, and Brahms wastes no time sinking down on your cock. He's still loose and slightly slick from last night, so sans a sharp gasp, he goes down easily. He tries to set a pace, but you wrap your arms tightly around his, pinning them to his sides. The struggle is immediate.

"Shhh, Brahmsy, not right now. It's time for your lesson. You're going to be a good boy for me, and read this act. If you're bad, I'm leaving for the night," you breathe heavily into his ear, hot puffs of breath fogging up his mask.

Brahms moans, and squirms on your cock, which feels wonderful. "Not fair. You're so mean-"

You shut him up with a sharp, brutal thrust that knocks the book down onto his lap. "You can still turn the pages. You're a good boy, aren't you Brahms? Good boys do what they're told."

Eventually, after squirming around on you for a few moments, he finally picks the book up, flips to the marked page, and reads in a shaky voice. He stutters and trips over words, and maybe you shift around (under the guise of getting comfortable) to make his voice hitch.

His body it taut and straining under your arms, like he's moments away from breaking out of your grasp and riding you until he's screaming. But he never does. Brahms sits there, just like you told him, doing his reading, and desperately avoiding any movement. In pauses between lines, be bites his lip and whines, clenching around you.

As he gets towards the end of the act, his voice is strained, and you can watch the sweat dripping down the side of his neck. You lap each droplet up, and nose his damp hair, which only hastens his breath.

"M-macbeth is ripe for shaking, and- and the powers above put on th-their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: The niiii-" you start moving more underneath him, thrusting your hips up a little, which rips a keening, breathy moan from him. "Please," he begs, voice deepening.

"Come on, it's just one more line Brahmsy. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" You nuzzle his neck, and nip at the skin there.

He whimpers, and grips the book tight enough to turn his knuckles white. "Th-the night is long that never fff-finds the day!" Brahms throws the book onto the floor and throws his head back onto your shoulder. From within your constraints, he tries to ride you, but can't move much. "Please, please, I was a good boy," his breathing is so heavy, and his rises and falls dramatically.

You waste no time heaving Brahms over so he's face down on the other side of the sofa, ass in the air, and pound into him at a brutal pace. Pulling out almost all the way before slamming all the way back into him. In the struggle, Brahm's mask falls from his face. "Good boy, such a good boy. You're my good boy Brahmsy," you say over and over like a mantra.

Brahms clambers to grasp at any part of the sofa, the noises coming from him more screams than moans, but he's trying to thrust back in time with you, so you continue.

It really isn't long for either of you. Brahms sobs your name when he cums. You pull out right before and jerk yourself off until you're spurting cum all over his ass and the back of his thighs. You sit back and admire your work, which isn't something you're typically a fan of, but Brahms looks so delicious with cum striping his hairy thighs and ass.

He props himself up unsteadily on trembling arms to look back at you, lopsided grin on his face. It's the first time you've ever properly seen him without his mask on. The entire right side of his face is warped with burn marks, but even with that he's incredibly hot. He could be a movie star, the romantic lead of a soft romcom where he's the sweet and shy main romance interest. He scoots his way between your legs and rests his head on your chest.

The moment skin makes contact with skin, Brahms jerks away, and desperately tries to cover his face. "Don't look," he hisses, blindly reaching for his mask, which has skittered half way across the room in the heat of things. "You can't see me like... You're going to hate me."

You grab him by the wrists and get him back on your chest. "I know you're insecure about your face Brahms, but just know I think you're very handsome. You cans till wear your mask if you want, or I can look away or close my eyes, but you don't need to hide around me." You stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head.

He nods and murmurs something into your chest, face fully hidden. "You won't leave, because of my face?" he asks timidly.

"Of course not. Brahms I- I-" you huff out a breath, trying to get your tongue to work properly. "I love you."

Brahms shoots up, eyes wide, and it's so wonderful to finally see how reactive his face is. If his hands weren't keeping him upright, he would be holding your face. "Really? Not just- not like how a nanny loves their child?"

You shake your head and smile. "Wholly and fully Brahms, I am in love with you." You lean forward to steal a kiss from him, and nip at his lips.

Brahms grins like a loon, and hides his face back into your chest, but you know it's because he's so overwhelmed because you can still feel his smile against your sternum. "I love you too! I love you more!"

You stroke the back of his head again. "I don't think that's possible Brahmsy. I don't it ever will be."

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms x reader #lemon #frisky february #brahms hc

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rose-coloured-prince · 4 years

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Ruby

Prinxiety, Royalty Au, Winged!Roman Genre: ? The Climax is angsty but the rest is fluff Word Count: 6512 Warnings: Flying, Falling, Crying, Blood, Passing out, Injuries, Food mention, I think that should be it

I am proud to present: Ruby A fanfic I have been working on for AGES! It is inspired by the song Ruby by twenty one pilots. I am finally happy for it to be done! WOO! I hope you enjoy it! Lil’ note: I’ve decided that Roman is magic and thats why the climax works out the way it does bc im aware it does not follow *logically*

@hiimcanadia @coconut-cluster

Through his window, he looked at all the clouds. The sunset sky rippled over the kingdom in pretty hues. That vastness! How the sweet jewel-like pink blanket seemed to stretch on for miles and to lands far away. Could it really be endless? If you went far, far forward couldn’t you find an end? How far would you have to go though and was it worth that trip? How far up could you go before you touched the sky?

Roman would never fly that far up but he romanticized the thought of doing so. Stretching his wings out as they pressed up against the cold, atmospheric air. His feathers would tickle cold in a soothing sort of way. And even though he’d have the cool wind blowing, seeming to keep him up like he, himself were a feather, floating, the fire that usually always rushed through him would die to a small candle. Passion. However not gone. Just calmed. Instead of a roaring sun. He’d be at peace as a flickering star for just a moment.

Roman opens his eyes to continue to look at the view of them. The clouds. That would be nice, Roman thinks just before they call his name.

“Roman!”

And that would be the voice of the king. His dad. Well, one of them anyway. His dad came into his bedroom.

“Hey kiddo, getting ready for bed soon?”

Not really. “Yeah,” Roman tapped at the window frame then moved to sit on his bed. “Isn’t tomorrow…?” Roman peered up from tracing patterns on the bed comforter.

His dad smiled, “Saturday? Yeah. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen him, huh?”

Roman nodded. “Where did they go, exactly?”

“His parents just had to take care of some stuff in a village in another part of the kingdom.”

Roman nodded again. He thought about going down there to see if Virgil was home yet. So, he could say ‘Hi’ maybe. No, he could get caught and Virgil’s parents, being so close to Roman’s dads, would surely tell them and Roman did not want to hear that start of that conversation. He’d also never be able to leave the castle unsupervised. Ever again.

He could be patient.

“I’m going to ask them to draw you a bath, okay?” His dad kissed him on the forehead and left his room.

Roman looked at the darkening sky once again.

He felt his fire engulf him, as a wide grin spread across his face.

The wooden houses and village cabins were all blurs as Roman quickly ran by them. The torches flickering by spread out just far enough to see. Very few people walked through the villages are night so he wasn’t worried about being seen and the dark-coloured cloak was definitely contributing to the confidence.

He ran till he got to the woods. From then on he walked through the wondrously endless labyrinth of trees, down a path only he knew. Although, he didn’t know if it was really a path though. He typically looked for landmarks. A certain growth of flowers, a fallen tree, a large rock. Finding the place came easy like he was drawn here.

Soon, he’d find his clearing. Where the trees aren’t blocking the moonlight and you can clearly see the supposedly endless sky. Roman unclipped the cloak and it fell to the grass wispily. He put on a special shirt before he snuck from the castle. A shirt with long even slits on the back.

He felt the extra weight grow on his back as he materialized his wings. He fluttered them and then stretched them out as high and wide as they would go. Even in just the moonlight, the feathers glimmered a hint-of-pink type of red.

Roman walked toward the middle of the clearing.

He didn’t talk about his wings much. His dads knew about them of course, but as Roman hardly talked about them they hardly asked about them. He normally doesn’t entify them at home either. He keeps them to himself. One of the few things he as to himself. Not having to be supervised, be told when to use them, where he could go, how high he could go. He made up his own rules. It gave him a sense of freedom. He relished in having a little secret.

Roman fluttered them a little then jumped as high as he could and let his wings carry him. He flew high above the trees. He could see the village closest to home, the one he ran through, and the dots of orange lights littered throughout. He looked up at the sky. It was a nice night, full moon, stars sprinkled and sparkled and just so numerously stunning.

Roman has an easier time losing himself in the sky than he does with anything else. Even if it’s doing something he really quite enjoys like reading. He’ll eventually find himself wandering off in his mind or getting distracted by something else going on. He normally doesn’t stay on one thing for long.

With the sky, he has to mentally pull himself away or he’d sit there all day.

Roman flew down a bit just grazing the trees before flying back up and then…

He’d stop.

Wings spread out, still. He lets himself start to fall, headfirst. His wings would come around almost wrapping him in. Grinning as he fell. Down, down, down. Then straight back up. Before he’d ever hit the ground. There was a certain thrill to the fall. A certain joy. A spark to ignite something ethereal in his whole body. He’s done it so many times before, he could, and has, performed the whole little routine eyes closed. Just feeling.

Roman’s exhausted by the time he hits his bed. Exhausted but contented.

Plucking a couple of berries of the table, Virgil plopped them into his mouth and tried rushing out the door. Keyword: Tried.

“Virgil Angel Raine!” His mother scolded. He bowed his head and sighed as he turned. “I understand you’re eager to head to the castle but you’re going to sit down with your parents and eat a full breakfast.”

Virgil glanced back at the door. “I can just eat at the cast-”

“Sit down with us.” She repeated sternly, expression hard and serious. Virgil gave in reluctantly and sat down. “Wipe that awful expression of your face, please. Can’t you be decent at the table for a moment?”

Virgil put on a large smile, clearly annoyed. His dad smirked. He always liked Virgil’s sarcasm even when he wasn’t saying anything. His mother sighed. He could hear the ‘What am I going to do with you?’ from her smile and the shake of her head.

Placing his dishes in the sink, Virgil immediately whirled around and asked, “Can I go now, please?”

“Yes, but wait,” She runs her hand under a bucket of water and wets his hair, “Your hair is in your face,” She coos, pushing it away.

“Mom, stop!” Virgil whined, batting her hand away.

“I love you, Virgil.”

“Yeah, I know. You too,” He returned a grin she gave and left, immediately shaking his head so his hair would fall back over his face and grinning. Feeling the anticipation bubble up in his chest.

He walked past the other stone houses, watched as people walked their way around, living lives, being human. Protagonists in their own complex stories. Going to work, to the castle, to the village. Busy life in the town it seemed. People were always doing things.

“Let’s go! Places to go! Things to do! People to meet!” The town seemed to consistently shout. Then Virgil remembers his person to meet and he no longer cared about the constant pace of the town. Virgil now marched to the beat of his own drum, thudding against his chest all the way past the outer walls of the castle, in the courtyard, in front of the castle door.

“‘Ey! Who ‘re ya? What’cha doin’ ‘ere kid? Ain’t ya got school ‘er someplace ta be?” A guard, he didn’t look familiar. He was probably new.

“Oh. Um, I’m here to see the prince. He’s my-”

“Now, I don’t know about some kid comin’ to see him. Ya sure ya suppose ta be ‘ere boy?”

“Gerry? What’s goin’ on?” Another guard walked up. Virgil wished the ground would swallow him right now. “I just wanna go inside.” He thinks.

“This kid claims he’s ‘ere to see the prince but I-”

The second guard looks at him. “Virgil?” Virgil smiles, sheepishly. “Hey! I ain’t know you an’ your folk were back.” Virgil shrugged. “Nah, this guy’s Roman’s best friend. His parents are good folk ‘n stuff.”

The first guard nodded, “Apologies then, kid.” He opens the door. As it shuts behind him, Virgil barely gets 5 steps inside before he’s basically attacked.

Roman traps him in a tight hug. “Virgil!”

“Holy shit!” He whispers, “Hi, Ro,” He pats his back and spots his dads smiling behind him and waves.

When Roman pulls away or rather Virgil pries him off. Roman rushes them to his room. They climb a leg-aching amount of stairs, try not to run into one of the maids, and they slip into his room. They close the door and collapse in front of the bed, out of breath, and giggling despite it.

“Oh my goodness, Roman! You almost ran right over her!” Virgil threw his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

“Oh please,” Roman has a mini-fit of giggles, “She- She’s fine! She’s always making faces at us anyway.”

“Did you hear her this time?”

“Virgil and Roman always causing mischief! They’re attached at the hip, those two!” They end with an over-dramatic wink, mocking her in unison, before falling into laughter again.

Virgil climbed onto Roman’s bed and reached down to pull him up. They sat, legs crossed, in front of each other.

“I missed you!” Roman huffed.

“It’s only been a week?” Virgil watched as an unnoticeable amount of embarrassment flickered over Roman’s face. Virgil smiled, “I’m kidding, I missed you too,”

Roman looked out the window and smiled. Virgil wondered what went on in that boy’s head sometimes. His eyes always have this spark to them like he’d seen or done a really cool thing. He could start a fire with that look in his eyes. Then, Roman looks back towards Virgil.

Maybe he already has.

“So, How was it? What’d you do over-- wherever you were.” Roman leaned forward, excitedly.

“Okay, so we went to a village north of here. Lynkon, I think it was?”

“Ohhh! Okay.” Roman nodded, “That makes a lot of sense actually.”

“We stayed at an inn there, it was pretty nice. They gave me chocolates. Uh, my parents went to the Blah blah important people meeting. I don’t really remember what they said it was about.”

“Oh, see what I heard is that Lynkon was freaking out over something to do with the transporters not getting supplies over there, and I don’t know either but it led to something bad happening over there. Your parents were sent to try and settle down things?” Roman recalls, from overhearing his parents, informers, and advisors discuss.

“Are you even allowed to be in the discussion room?” Virgil shook his head at Roman.

He shrugged, “Sometimes. At that particular moment...no…” He says with a guilty smile, “but you know me I get curious.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I was left to wonder about the village while they did that. So, I ended up taking to your ‘an adventure everyday’ saying.”

Roman gasped, “Really!? What did you do? Look at you, stepping out of your shell!”

“Ugh. Shut up or I’ll leave again!” Virgil shoves Roman’s shoulder, playfully. Roman just laughs his full and golden laugh. “Lynkon has a waterfall nearby and It’s so pretty. It looked like something out of a painting.” Virgil watched the sparks dance in Roman’s eyes as he listened intently, likely imagining the scene. “I climbed to the top of it,” He remembers the wind in his face and the rushing of the water. “It was really cool! It was quite the view. But I also was worried the entire time that I would fall off the edge.”

“Yeah, typical.”

“Whatever. I could see a lot fo the trees and the river that seemed to stretch on and on.” Virgil smiled, “I yelled out ‘I lov’ I- I yelled out… your name,” He stuttered.

Roman smiled, confused, “My name?”

“Yeah uh-” Virgil played with the fabric of his shirt, “‘cause I was thinking of you? ‘Cause of the adventure thing.”

“Aww… you were thinking of me!” Roman teased and poked at him and Virgil stuck his tongue out at him in retaliation.

“Quit it!” Virgil batted his hands away.

Roman was quiet then. He was smiling a little as he looked into Virgil’s eyes and they sat there for a second, silently, fondly looking. Something sweet and heavy floated in the air. Virgil felt it warm as the essence swirled around them. Virgil saw it pink- no red.

Roman gasped, pulling Virgil out of his head. “You want to see something cool?” Virgil nodded. Then he slid off the bed “Come on, then.”

Virgil slipped his hand into Roman’s as he led him down the long beautifully decorated wall. Virgil’s eyes followed the large paintings on the walls until Roman stopped and decided that they reached their destination. Roman’s dads’ room. They tiptoed inside.

“What are we-?”

“Shh!”

“What if someone sees us?”

“If you shut up then we’ll be fine!”

Roman opens a dark wooden drawer and pulls out a necklace that he places over Virgil’s head. It hangs naturally around his neck.

“What’s this?” Virgil looked at the sparkling blue-violet gem attached to a gold chain, tilting it from side to side seeing how the light hit it.

“It’s a royal piece. It was my dads.’” Roman laughed, lightly coated in anxiety, “He- uh, Patton had given it to Logan when they were younger… before they were even boyfriends.”

Virgil tore his attention away from the necklace, looking up at Roman, eyebrows raised. “Why give it to me then? I’m sure it’s special to your dads.”

Roman’s faced coloured in his signature colour, red as he opened his mouth to something. Nothing came out and so he simply shrugged, pursing his lips. When his words found him, he tried again, “The- It gets passed down. I thought you might like it? It- It’s your favourite colour,” He ran his thumb over the gem again before tucking the necklace beneath his shirt.

“I do like it, thank you.” and Roman beamed.

The forest is so beautiful that it makes Virgill wonder why he doesn’t walk through it more often. Not many people do. Didn’t Romana say something about that being the reason why he likes coming here? Virgil brushes his fingers along the leaves and pushes off of tree trunks to not trip and fall.

“How do you find this place? I’m so lost I don’t think I could even find my way back,” Virgil glanced over his shoulder only finding an impossible maze of trees and greenery, confirming his lostness.

Roman laughed, “I don’t know.” He took Virgil’s hand to help him down from where the ground suddenly dropped. “I just kind of know how to get there and don’t worry I’ll be here to guide you back. We’re practically there already.” Virgil nodded despite being behind Roman. He could see a bit of the clearing from here. Roman turned around, arms out at his sides and exclaimed dramatically, “and welcome to my- AH!”

“Shit! Roman!”

He slowly pushes himself up off ground. “Ugh. I’m fine, I just tripped over a rock or something and fell.” Virgil pulls Roman to his feet. “Well,” He brushes dirt off of his outfit, “that was not how I expected that to go.”

“You are unbelievable! That’s what you care about? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! Nothing but dirty clothes.” Roman looked into Virgil’s worried expression, dark brown eyes that flickered between Roman’s. Roman smiled, “I promise. The fall probably looked worse than it felt.” Roman turned towards the forgotten clearing. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by mother nature, welcome to my little garden of Eden.” Virgil follows Roman toward the middle of the clearing, sitting down in the grass. He realizes they haven’t let go of each other’s hands but he pretends to not notice.

This little spot put Virgil’s waterfall to shame. It really did look like a paradise or an oasis. It’s full of life in a completely different way than the town or even the villages are. It’s quiet and peaceful. It not even as idyllic as a painting. No, this is a dream. Virgil has to really force himself to feel the place to understand he isn’t dreaming and this all actually exists. And running his (free) hand through the grass that is coated in pretty flowers and yellow flower weeds, and watching the sun warmly blanket his skin, and decided to lay his head on Roman’s shoulder he realized that and he sighed peacefully. Then, he looked up at Roman, who was looking at the sky.

“What’re you looking at, Ro?”

“Hm?” He hummed, half-dazed, “Oh uh. Just sky-gazing.”

Roman stole his hand away from Virgil’s, only to wrap that same arm around his shoulders to steady him as Roman slowly laid down onto the grass. Virgil looked with Roman, trying to find the same fascination with the sky that Roman had. He couldn’t. So, he just looked at the clouds and tried and figure out what they kind of look like.

“You really think the sky is endless?” Roman’s eyes still showed that he was hypnotized.

“I mean, I guess so. That’s what they say… why?”

“I mean, it’s like right there,” Roman reached his arm up as if the sky will just help him off the ground or like its precious treasure like gold and rubies. His arm fell back down to the ground and looked down at Virgil and he said, “One day, I’m gonna touch the sky.” He had the biggest, cutest grin on his face, fire in his eyes once again.

“Oh, yeah?”

Roman nodded, interlocking his fingers with Virgil’s and lifting their hands in the air.

“Yep! And you’re gonna be up there with me,”

Virgil tried so hard not to smile, though the upturned corner of his lips gave it away. Roman smiled too, “I’m glad you’ll like that.”

The pair would dance together, and chat, and tease, and play, and when they got tired they’d fall back to the grass and fall asleep limbs entangled with each other, in the quiet oasis.

They always said that there’s a quiet before the storm.

The wind bit at Virgil’s skin as he leaned against the door of his house and he shivered. He knew he should’ve grabbed a thicker shirt. He rubbed his arms as he started to walk away, through the town and toward the village. It’s incredibly late but Virgil couldn’t get to sleep and opted to sneaking out and apparently walking for a moment.

He spaced out for most of his stroll. Just idly following the road, running his finger over the gem, Roman gave him earlier today. When he came to, Virgil found himself in the middle of the village. He thought maybe he should go back now. If his mother checked on him he’d get in so much trouble when he got back and he could feel his eyelids growing heavy anyway. Another part in him told him to go back to the forest and before he could really make a decision, his feet lead him towards the forest.

Clouds glided away, so you could see the glow of the moon surrounded by glittering stars and as Virgil neared the edge of the village and the start of the massive forest, something in the sky caught his eye. Then, he heard it. Laughter. Roman’s laughter. Virgil rubbed his eye and squinted to see that it truly was Roman. Up there! Flying!?

He flew over the trees, wings spread out, an utterly stunning sight! Oh and so many things about Roman just made sense. From Roman’s absolutely adoration for the sky to the weird shirt with holes on the back that Roman snatched away and threw behind a pillow on his bed, answering Virgil’s question with a quick, “Nothing!”

“One day, I’m gonna touch the sky,”

Virgil smiled.

“...and you’re gonna be up there with me,”

Roman twirled in the air so freely and effortlessly and he sounded like he was having so much fun. No amount of wind, anxiety, or sleepiness could get Virgil to leave now. He loved watched Roman dance through the air, where he obviously belonged.

Virgil’s smile fell.

Laughing, Roman spun in the air. He’d fall down below the treetops and rush back up and then he flew in a circle, grazing hi hand over the leaves of the trees that surrounded the clearing. He glides down to the center of the clearing, wings tickling in the cold wind. He flaps his wings and soars back up, and once again, high above the trees.

Snap!

Roman yells out.

His heart felt like it completely stopped.

He tries to grab up, only to reach for nothing. He closes his eyes and exhales. He didn’t know what would happen when he’d hit the ground but he pushed panic out of his mind.

He was falling.

But he’s done this before

He let the familiar exhilaration of falling engulf him.

Like his fire. He became a shooting star. His fire would eat him alive.

“Icarus,” He thought.

The wind pretended to be his friend, holding him up as he flew, cradling him as he fell, but no longer doing anything to hold him up. The wind pretended to be his friend, it grew stronger as he fell, smiling as he fell.

Eyes still closed, he didn’t want to know where he was, how high he was. When.

When.

But he’d feel it.

The second Roman disappeared into the trees, Virgil ran. He ran into the forest blindly and even though he said he could never find it alone, Virgil ran the exact path Roman showed. Outlying branches scratched him as he ran by them, he’d stumble over a rock or two, and try not to lose his footing when the ground suddenly dropped down, pushing himself off of trees, trying to keep going. Faster and faster and yet he felt as if he couldn’t run fast enough.

He stumbled into the clearing, spotting the magnet that was pulling him in, ruthlessly, disregarding anything in its path as long as they met. Roman was on his knees, panting, crying, moaning in pain. There were dulled ruby feathers everywhere, sticking up in the grass, being carried in the wind. Virgil slowly inched toward Roman, he placed his hand on his head. “Roman,” I’m here. Roman turned his head and looked up at him.

“Help.” He whispers.

Tears, dirt, and blood mixed on his cheeks. There was a lot of blood on one of his hands.

“What happened?” Virgil didn’t know what to do. His throat felt tight and his fingers ran cold.

“Mmm wing- broke.” He struggled to get out. He’s visibly shaking. Virgil winced at the state of the very broken wing. He could hear Roman struggling to breathe.

“God. Oh, God. I need to get you help. Need to- need to get you home. Oh god, I-” He looked down at Roman again. “Okay. Okay, listen. You-You’re gonna be fine Um-”

He ran a hand through his hair, getting on his knees as well and rested his forehead on Roman’s. “It’s okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He had no idea if he was trying to convince Roman or himself. “I just- I need you to get uh- to- to stand up,”

Roman nodded and reached his hands up to hold onto Virgil’s shoulders.

“Ready? Breathe in. Okay,” Virgil pushed Roman up from underneath his arms and Roman tried to push off of Virgil. He tried not to scream out in pain, tried not to cry, but it hurt to move. He physically felt as if he’d crumble into a billion pieces. Every breath felt like his ribs were grinding against each other.

The moment he got to his feet he almost collapsed again. Virgil kept him up.

“I-I ca-n’t,”

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, just-” Virgil turned around, wrapping Roman’s arms around his neck. “Breathe in.” and he did and Virgil carried him on his back, holding him up by his legs. Roman tugged at Virgil’s shirt as he moaned again.

“Okay.” Virgil sighed and started walking slowly through the forest. He stepped carefully over tree roots and rocks, wishing he could go faster but fearing he’d trip if he tried. Roman rested his head on top of Virgil’s trying to muffle any sounds of pain, trying not to worry Virgil.

“Wait wait.” Virgil stopped. Roman weakly gestured to right, “you- you gotta go… over there.”

Virgil nodded continuing on, “you okay?” A stupid question but he felt the need to ask it regardless.

“Just- get me home, please.”

Roman’s voice nearly broke Virgil’s heart. “I’m trying, Ro.”

They met the village and Virgil grimaced when it hit him just how far they had to go. “Ro?” Roman’s head fell to his shoulder. He nudged him, “Ro!?”

He lifted his head slightly and hummed weakly.

“Hey, come on. Stay with me.”

He took a deep breath, “I’m…” another, “...tired.” It was grossly soft like Roman was a small child being tucked into bed, with a delirious sleepy grin on his face; like he’d been kissed with sweet dreams as he closes his eyes;like everything was fine.

The pace of Virgil’s heart urged him a little faster. “You gotta stay up, Roman. Please.” He felt Roman nod his head and grip Virgil’s shirt, silently telling him, “I’m still here. I’m still awake.”

Virgil’s pace continued to quicken. Quicker, with every level of nervousness, and every beat of his heart. And for every beat of his.

He doesn’t know if Roman felt heavier because Virgil’s entire body went cold or because Roman’s hand slipped from it’s grip on Virgil’s shirt.

“It’s okay,” Virgil whispers, blinking away the tears that fear wet his eyes with. “You’re gonna be okay, Roman.”

He found the strength to zip through the village, through the town, upon realizing Roman can’t really feel it if he started running now, would he?

Virgil tried to remember to breathe.

“Someone help me!” Virgil yelled as knights rush over to them. “Get his parents, please.” They helped Roman off of Virgil’s back. He tried not to sound too choked on tears.

“Get a medic,” a knight said to another, who was running inside the castle. Then there was mumbling, and questioning, and talking, and Virgil just stared dazedly at Roman, laying on the cold, hard floor of the courtyard.

He heard King Patton’s scream.

The kings and the medic ran over to him.

Virgil felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mere,” Virgil tried shrugging it away. It pulled him away from everything anyway.

“Stop! I wanna see him!” He reached out.

“Virgil, look at me, please.” He turned to the cool-toned voice. King Logan looked back at him, He didn’t even look worried or upset, he looked impossibly calm. He supposed he always did it’s just that Roman was always here to decipher the little emotion in his dad’s face. Not as well as King Patton, though.

“Breathe.” Virgil didn’t even realize how short and uneven his breathing was.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I was trying to- and he-”

“Virgil, please! I’m sure it’s not your fault. Right now, I am asking that you breathe.”

Virgil nodded and breathed in and out and tried to focus on that. Even though King Logan kept glancing up back to his husband and Roman, if Virgil tried to glance over his shoulder even for a second, King Logan wouldn't let him.

“I didn’t know he could do that,” Virgil found himself saying, absent-mindedly, “Fly, I mean.” He played with a stray pebble he found on the ground.

King Logan hummed, “We knew, but-” He laughed, empty, “- it baffles me that we never asked about it more. I mean considering Roman...We should’ve been more careful,” He sighs and looks down at Virgil to just catch him wiping tears away. “Hey. Thank you for bringing him home.”

He nodded, feeling his throat tighten again. He opened his mouth to try and control his breathing again and found he couldn’t. King Lo- Logan (They always felt like another set of parents to Virgil) hugged him, rubbing his back, soothing him. Virgil closed his eyes as his breathing slowed again and fatigue caught up with him.

Logan picked him up. He looked up at Patton. They were taking Roman inside. Patton looked over at Logan, reading the hidden question on Logan’s face. Red on his cheeks and tears streaming down, Patton smiled and nodded.

The petals of the flower Virgil held seemed to glitter in the sunlight.

It had been one long dreadful month.

Virgil’s black pants stood out on the green grass of the familiar path he walked. He let out a shaky breath. He’s been nervous for so long. He finally looks up. Across the water sharp blue water, on top of the mini-cliff, legs hanging over the edge was Roman. Smiling once he noticed Virgil, eyes lighting up.

One long dreadful month before Roman started to seem better. Before they saved him. Before he woke up. Before Virgil actually got to see him. After that, Virgil stopped counting days.

Trying not to turn red under Roman’s eyes, Virgil climbed to the top of the waterfall only to find himself trapped in a hug once he reached the top. He pressed himself closer against Roman, as he felt the red essence float through the air again, encircling them. Warming them in summer’s air. Enabling them to sigh at the same time. Sigh with a slight hum at the end, that made the essence ripple. That spoke many words without saying one thing.

And Virgil just thought that just how this was.

He counted the light freckles that speckled almost invisibly over Roman’s nose and spun the flower between his fingers. Oh! Awkwardly lifting the flower, showing Roman, mumbling something under his breath. Roman giggled as Virgil shook his head and stopped talking. He slips the sky blue petals behind his ears so the stem winds and weaves with Roman’s hair just so, and the petals shimmered under the sunlight. Roman closed his eyes and bowed his eyes as he did.

“Thank you. I love it,” Roman’s wings ruffled as he giggled at Virgil who couldn’t stop the blush rushing to his face, as much as he tried. “You were right,” Roman said, turning to the water, he gazed at how the rocks decorated the riverbank of the clear water. “It is really beautiful.” Virgil slipped his hand into Roman’s, staring off into a bit of the scenery that surrounded them.

Till he realized Roman was now looking down at him. Wow, did Virgil recognize that look. Roman’s starry-eyed, studious look he has when he looks at the sky. The very same awe-struck adoring trance. Now directed at him.

Tugging at the jewel hanging down around his neck Virgil remembers when Roman finally told him what it meant. A chain reaction for many firsts now that Virgil thought about it.

Roman leaned down, resting their foreheads together.

Virgil leaned up, kissing him for a small moment.

“I love you,” Roman whispered, pursing his lips to try and keep a smile at bay.

There is a first right there. Well, sort of. Of course what other to respond than…

“Oh no. Does that mean I’ve got to deal with you for the rest of my life?” Virgil teased, smiling as Roman pouted.

“You’re really mean you know that?” Virgil shook his head, kissing his boyfriend’s nose as a tiny apology.

“Me too,” He tried to ignore the words crawling up his throat. “You want to know something?” Virgil stepped back.

“Know what?”

“What I yelled out the last time I was here.”

Roman tilted his head and his wings lowered a bit, “Didn’t you say you yelled out my name?”

Virgil cupped his hands over his mouth turning towards the river, “I love you, Roman!” he shouted at the top of his lungs so it echoes over the water and disappeared into the forest.

“Oh my goodness.” Roman came up behind Virgil, wrapping his arms around his waist. “You are so cute! Did you really say that?”

“Shut up! No, I’m not and… yeah, I did say that.” He leaned into Roman’s hold.

They found themselves sitting in the grass, watching the living painting. Virgil ran his hand through the shallow water, feeling it run past his hands, over and off the cliff. He looked over at Roman, who stopped humming a song Virgil’s heard maybe once before. He saw a look on him he’d never seen.

“What’s that,” he said, accidentally.

Roman pulled his gaze away from the clouds and blue sky, “What?”

Virgil looked over to Roman’s right-wing, where the feathers stopped growing at the very end. Then, he looked up at the sky. Oh.

“You… Do you miss flying?” Roman blinked and shifted. He wasn’t expecting that question.

“Oh heh. Um...yeah.” He looked down, “Yeah I do.”He shook his head when memories shot through his mind. He looked back up at Virgil and smiled half-heartedly.

“What was it like?”

“Oh!” His eyes light up! “It’s like--” He hears the wind rushing against his ears as he fell. Down. Down. Down. His smile disappeared and he gasps, shakily.

“Roman,” Virgil coos and hugs him and whispers, “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

He presses his nose into Virgil’s shoulder, “I know.”

The breeze wove itself between Virgil’s fingers as he stared out the window at the plains which looked like nothing more than green smudges. It was just about noon judging by the sun which means they should be back home before sunset.

“Virgil, sweetie, please keep your hands inside the carriage,” His mom told him.

He sighed and placed his hand over his chest. Then, Roman stirred a bit. He was curled up against Virgil’s side, them both laying on the floor of the carriage for no other reason other than that Roman insisted. “It’s easier to cuddle you.” Virgil ran a hand through his hair, soothing Roman so he wouldn’t wake up.

“Aw, aren’t they just the cutest, Marian?” Patton cooed, grinning triumphantly at Virgil’s eye roll. His mom laughed and nodded her head.

Roman shifted, tightening his hug, and nuzzling into Virgil which once again made them coo at him. Virgil looked down at the culprit making him the center of attention and he was smiling and trying to hide it. “Oh my goodness! You’re not even asleep!” Virgil's sat up as Roman started to laugh.

“Sorry. I just think it’s hilarious how embarrassed you get.” Roman said, sitting up and grinning evilly.

Virgil crossed his arms, displaying a neutral expression.

“Come on it’s funny!”

Virgil blinked and looked out the window.

“Virgil, I’m sorry!” Roman whined, not liking how Virgil is ignoring him.

Nothing.

“Virgil, talk to mee! I apologize!” and Virgil sighed and looked back at Roman’s pout.

“Fine.” He said, smiling. He looked up at their parents, now talking amongst themselves and then kissed Roman’s hand. “Only because I love you…” Virgil mumbled and Roman smiled again.

Logan, sitting next to Patton, spoke up, “Roman, how are your wings?”

“They’re fine. I know I’m supposed to keep them out but they’re heavy and there isn’t a lot of room in the carriage and… yeah.”

Logan nods, “It’s fine. Just be careful.”

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Roman looked at Virgil and huffed. He’s a little sick of that word. He knows they mean well, but it rubs Roman the wrong way. He supposes he just has to find that balance between adventure and caution.

“Don’t tell anyone we’re up here, okay?” The guard nodded and open the door that led to a dark (save for a couple of lanterns) endless stairwell.

The pair grinned and ran their way up to the top of the tower.

“Prince Roman,” The guard called after the got up about 10 ten steps. They pause, awaiting the statement. “Be careful.”

He tries to grab up only to reach for nothing.

“Of course.” Roman smiled.

“One day, I’m going to touch the sky.”

The top of the tower allowed them to see over the court and the town, dark under the night sky and dim moonlight.

“We’re so high! I’ve never been up here!”

“Please back away from the edge, Ro,” Virgil stood next to his boyfriend, staring at the land.

“It’s like flying!” Roman’s wings perked up a bit.

“Oh really?”

“Oh, I miss it! When you’re up there--” Roman stretches his arms out at his sides “It’s…exhilarating,” Virgil puts his weight on the wall, resting his head on his arms, looking up at Roman, listening. Roman closed his eyes.

“You can feel the wind blowing on your face and through your fingertips and your wings move habitually, in a pattern, like the rhythm of your heartbeat. Then, there is a moment where nothing moves, you’re in the sky and there is no wind, no beat. Just the chills the run through your back.” Virgil trails his fingers along the spine of Roman’s shirt which causes him to giggle into his next words, “...and the- the sight of the clouds that have never seemed so close and the kingdom which has never seemed so far.”

Roman opened his eyes again. Virgil saw stars in them as he looked over the town. He exhaled.

“That was beautiful.” Virgil said, leaning into Roman, “I wish I got to see you. You know, in the air.”

Roman wrapped his arms around Virgil and rested his head on his shoulder. “I wish we got to touch the sky.” Virgil smiled.

“What do you mean? We’re in the air, higher than everything else. And the sky… it’s right there,” He lifts his hand towards the sky as if the sky will just help him off the tower or like its precious treasure like diamonds and rubies.

Roman couldn’t help but smile. When Virgil turns his head to look at Roman’s reaction, he steals a quick kiss from him and then raises his hand to the sky as well, stars twinkling in between his fingers. Their hands drift together and interlocked fingers touch the sky, underneath the beautiful ink night…

...and Roman’s never felt better standing.

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11/16/20

so today was.......... :/ im trying my best not to be too sad but like... im super fucking sad lmfao

me and the guy im staying with here in georgia slept up until around 10, at which point i got up to make us breakfast and stuff ! i made us both some scrambled eggs and cereal with avocado mayonnaise + untoasted toast (he doesnt own a toaster so it was just regular bread LOL) and it was super good! i did some studying and stuff while he was on his computer working on his essay that i wanted him to get done so we could leave to go to tennessee and see the sunset!

after he finished his essay i rewarded him with a pretty good d*ck sucking if i do say so myself and we started getting ready to leave... however. this is where i think it kinda started to go south :/

so as it turned out he had a final from 1-3 and we were going to have to wait until after he finished to leave for tennessee. this was fine by me, but it did mean we were going to be crunched for time to make it to see the sunset from a high elevation point / lookout point, since it was a 2 hour drive and sunset was around 6! but that was fine by me. after he finishes his exam, im sorta rushing him to get ready, and he starts making fun of me for wanting him to stop watching scandal and start getting ready so we can go :( once he finally starts getting ready, im a little sad cuz i saw him put on shorts and a t-shirt and then asked him to dress kinda nice/formal so we could take cute pics and stuff ! i dont think i came off mean or anything, or at least i hope i didnt, but then he said “well now im going to keep this on for sure” and i was just :( a little sad but whatever its not that deep!

we end up leaving at 4:30 and i had dressed up cute with a sweater and khakis and shoes, the last piece to my outfit was my button up shirt that i thought was in my car, so i was just gonna put it on once we started driving. (sidebar i already knew we werent going to make it all the way to tennessee to see the sunset but i was still excited and down for the trip !) but when we get to the car my shirt isnt there, turns out i had brought it in yesterday when we moved everything inside from my car and i totally forgot sjkdfnskdjnksjn!!!! internally, i knew it was hypocritical since i had just been rushing him, but i tell him i kinda want to go back to put on the shirt (in my mind we were already not going to make it all the way to tennessee anyways so it didnt really matter but whatever!!! i GUESS) and then he just starts imitating me rushing him to make fun of me :( i end up saying fuck it and just get in the car and we leave

the drive itself was pretty uneventful, after i made a move to show him some music (it was superfruit), he shot me down and said he wouldnt be into it so he didnt even want to give it a chance. at that point i just stopped talking and started scrolling on my phone. he kept saying that i was missing the views by having my nose stuck in my phone but i was already kinda irritated/disappointed so i just let him make those comments and glanced up every once in a while to take a look

the sun ended up setting around 6:00 while we were driving and he pulled into a sports/wildlife lifestyle store ? im still not sure what inspired that but the store was cute and i needed to pee so whatever :P i learned that kayaks are way cheaper than i originally anticipated (especially inflatable ones!) so im definitely buying one when i get back to florida bc ive been meaning to see go around the inlets jeje

after that we start driving to go get some food, im still feeling kinda down but he starts being really sweet so im feeling a little better, and he has me start talking about a story id been meaning to tell him, and then we start driving back ! that conversation sorta segways into my sorta concerns with everything while ive been staying with him, but it felt really uncomfortable bc i didnt want to seem like i was getting to deep or anything within the first few days of meeting (sorta the same situation i was in with another guy that i met in cali but thats a whole other story), and long story short he ended up telling me that he didnt see us going anywhere as far as a relationship goes ;( of course i super appreciated him for being honest with me but to say i wasnt hurt at all would be a lie cuz i really like him and i drove all the way to atlanta from miami for this and i feel like it might mess up the rest of trip BUT !! its ok !!

when we get back to his place i just went straight to the couch (as opposed to the bed in his room where he was on his computer) and just took a nap ;( im gonna be sad for tonight and then tomorrow i just want to go with our original plans of having a good time around atlanta even if i know he doesnt want this to go anywhere!!

ily gn be safe muah!!

#mydiary

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username-echo-is-taken · 5 years

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Roadtrip~CNCO Headcanon

OMG GUYS THERES 300 OF YOU FOLLOWING ME LIKE WTF IM SHOOK!!!! In celebration of that I decided to finally finish a request I received MONTHSSS ago! But I hope you guys enjoy! I LOVE YOU ALL 🥰❤️

Requested: “headcanon about the guys going on a long drive with them being the driver” by @cedanana 3 MONTHS AGO ASLKGSHFL I’M SOOOO SORRY!!! I started working on this forever ago and welp here we are now, and it’s not even good 🙃and it’s not even what you really asked for sorry bby 😔

Warnings: horrible writing skills LMAO

Author’s Note: this is wayyyyy too long to post as one so I’m posting one half today and the other half tomorrow when I finish it! So sorry for the inconvenience!

Zabdiel: Sightseeing as much of Puerto Rico!-several hours and stops

It’s your first time visiting Puerto Rico and Zabdi is sooo excited for his amor to explore his island with him

Neither of you slept much because y’all stayed up late going over your route plan for the 10th time

He wakes up earlier than you to make breakfast

Brings it to you in bed like the gentleman he is...but you’re two bites in when he starts rushing you out of pure excitement lol

You ask him to pick out your outfit bc 1.) he knows the weather and activities so he can dress you appropriately and 2.) you want him to enjoy EVERY little thing about your trip...he thinks this trip is about you but to you it’s all about him, seeing him so happy and excited makes your heart melt UWU BITCH 😭

Your first stop is to get snacks obvio

He takes you to all the cool spots close to his house to get them out of the way *insert small photo shoot*

The next destination is about an hour away so cue the carpool karaoke!!

Of course he’s singing like an angel on Earth and well let’s just say you were not that impressive YIKES

You got videos of both but only the ones of him are posted so you can keep some of your dignity lol

Zabdi being Zabdi, he randomly pulls over to the side of the road, jumps out of the car, picks a pretty flower, and gives it to you, “una belleza pa’ mi bellisima novia”

YOU LOVE THIS MAN™️

Little do you know that he has been taking secret pictures and videos of you to add to the album on his phone so whenever he has to go away on tour he can always have a piece of his amor

By the end of the trip you are completely IN LOVE with the island, appreciating all of its beauty with the love of your life

When you get back, after you’ve had a shower and are in bed you get a notification that Zabdiel De Jesus has uploaded a picture….you look over at him and he has a tiny smirk on his face and he lets out a giggle bc he uploaded the LEAST flattering picture of you from when you caught him taking a picture so you made an ugly face at him

Butttt don’t worry he also posted nice ones bc he’s nice like that

Joel: Disneyland!-Hesperia to Disneyland-under 2 hours depending on traffic

It’s Christmas time and it’s your first year spending it with Joel and his family (ok but who wouldn’t want to spend it with them?! It looks so fun!)

They all find out you’ve never been to Disney and it’s like a bullet to the chest to them LMAO

Soooo Joey has taken it upon himself to take your Disney virginity lol

He likes to be very organized so of course he made a list of which rides y’all are gonna go on and in what order

He makes sure you’re all asleep at a good time bc he knows how you get if you don’t get enough sleep lol

You two wake up a little earlier to help his mom make sandwiches and snacks for the journey

Since there are so many of y’all going you have to take two cars, his mom driving one and him driving the other

He asks everyone for songs to add to the playlist he created and y’all jam tf out

The music is so loud his mom has his little brother call you and tell y’all to TURN THAT SHIT DOWN cause they can hear it from their car OOPS

When you make it there, barely alive bc Joelito decided to get distracted by some freakin birds...yea...birds... you’re a little worried if his plan will work because it’s PACKED, I mean c’mon what did he expect around Christmas

He knows it too and he has a sad little pout on his cute face making you sad too because who wants to see this baby sad???

He just wants this to be the best first experience

What he doesn’t realize is that you could literally just sit in silence with him and you would be over the moon

You spend the day, holding hands, walking around, riding the rides, just having an amazing time

You’re having sooo much fun you don’t even think about getting some pictures together but don’t worry his brothers and cousins have it handled lmao

Your favorite is a video of you and Joel dancing when he twirls you around and pulls you back into his chest for a hug, and you definitely feel like a princess

During the drive back home, everyone in the back seats are asleep and you whisper to Joel how much fun you had and how much you love and appreciate him for everything

Homeboy wants to cry deadass lol

He holds your hand while he drives and every so often he brings it up to his mouth so he can give it a kiss

When you get home he makes you a hot chocolate and you stay up for a while just talking and enjoying each other’s company before snuggling up to go to sleep

Richard: Universal Resort!-Miami to Orlando-3 ½ hours

This papi wants to take his 2 girls out for a fun weekend, and where can you have fun all day without getting tired..? UNIVERSAL!! (not that I would actually know bc i’ve never actually been LMAO)

The 3 of you are beyond excited, although you might be a bit more excited than Aaliyah, but shhh no one has to know

The night before, you sit in Aaliyah’s room, asking her about certain outfits before putting them in her little ‘going-away-bag’, before tucking her into bed, not noticing that Richard has been watching with a smile on his face, until you hear him walking towards his baby girl to kiss her goodnight OOF

Soft Papi Richard makes you swoon™️

You guys then move to your room to pack your stuff

We all know he would take longer to pack his stuff because “this shirt matches these pants, but so does this one...i’ll take both...but what shoes tho?”

Since you’ve been so excited you already mentally planned your outfits lol and maybeee,just maybe, you bought 2 new swimsuits that you know he would drool over

You’re already in bed by the time Rich is finally done, you’re halfway asleep when he gets into bed so he just kisses your forehead and plays with your hair

In the morning, you get up a few minutes earlier than planned so you can make a few sandwiches and a few other snacks, but you already know they’re gonna be gone within the first hour so a pitstop for food is a must lol

CNCO is playing the entire ride because Aaliyah wants to hear Papa sing, but who are you kidding, you want to hear your angel sing too

When you finally get to Universal you quickly get to your room and leave just as fast as you got there lol

Y’all spend the entire first day going on rides and just walking around admiring all the beautiful things

You and Richard are both half asleep on the way back to the room, and Aaliyah is asleep in his arms

The next morning (almost lunch because y’all wore yourselves out lmao) you have brunch in bed and watch a movie for a while before getting ready to go to the pool!

Let’s just say that your man’s jaw drops real quick, and he most def can’t keep his hands off of you

You spend a few hours at the pool, enjoying the water and the sun before heading back to the room to take a nap before dinner

Y’all were going to a somewhat fancier restaurant so you spent a bit more time doing your hair and makeup before putting on a beautiful dress

You then get Aaliyah into her dress and you do her hair all cute and shit while Richard is finishing getting ready

After dinner comes desert obviously so back to the park you go to find some ice cream!

You quickly but thoroughly enjoy it before heading back to the room to change into comfy clothes for the drive back home

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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Just Between Us - Part 1

MASTERLIST

(hello this is the story from the ask i was sent!!! im actually really excited bc ANGST ANGST and ANGST sksks this is just the first part and im excited for the second cuz i have so much planned. its not gonna be a slow burn i promise lmao i hope u all like this ily ALSO i DO NOT condone cheating whatsoever idc, im only writing about it for the sole purpose of the story idea that was given to me)

Word Count: 2,302

“What do you mean you’re going on tour?”

Your best friend Freddie was sat in front of you at a small cafe he invited you to. The biggest smile ever filled his face as explains to you that his band, Queen, was taking off and fast too. He leans in closer and his eyes are wide with excitement.

“I mean exactly just that! Our management got a tour set for us! We’re going everywhere I always dreamed of going to, which is why I’m inviting, no, demanding you to come with us.”

Your eyes open wide as you laugh at his silly statement. You suddenly realize that he’s not joking and you stop. You shake your head and lean forward as well.

“Fred,” you start. “I can’t drop everything and leave. Besides, you have Mary. She should be the one going.”

“She can’t go. I was going to ask the both of you, because you’re the only person that can keep my feet on the ground. If you don’t go, I might actually go mad.”

He looks almost scared as he speaks to you. It breaks your heart knowing that you’re the only source of realism for this man. The way he clings to you as if you’re the very air he breathes. He needed comfort and you, his bestest friend in the whole world, were exactly just that. Like a security blanket he can hold onto when he gets scared. He watches you and looks down at his intertwined hands that are sat on the table. You think for a moment before slowly reaching forward and placing yours on top of his. He looks up fast as a gleam of hope washes over him. You softly smile at him.

“You better get ready to support me when I tell my job I’m leaving.”

Freddie’s once anxious look turns into another huge grin as he nods his head fast and stands up quickly, scooting his chair back. You stand as well as he rushes around the table and engulfs you into a tight hug.

“You’re my best friend. I’ll give you everything your heart desires.”

He pulls away as the two of you look at each other. You bring your hand up and stroke his cheek as he leans into it.

“And you’re my best friend, which is why I’m giving up literally everything for you.” you half tease, causing him to giggle.

“I promise you won’t regret this.” he whispers.

You smile and cup his face gently with both of your hands.

“I know.”

But sometimes promises just couldn’t be kept.

***

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stir around in your bed, now being awaken from a deep sleep you were enjoying. Today was the day the band would set off for their very first world tour. You had spent the last few weeks preparing yourself for the long adventure ahead. Mary had helped you pack four suitcases full of clothes and items you would need for the months ahead. And, of course, Freddie helped pay for all of it. When he makes a promise to you, he always keeps it. Or at least tries to.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You roll over to your side and finally open up your eyes. That was most definitely knocking at your front door. You glance over at your bedside clock and squint your blurry eyes to make out 5:23 AM. You exhale and rub your eyes with your hands, trying to get rid of this fogginess in your head. Your nerves were insane at the moment too. Yeah, you were traveling with your best friend whom you’ve known since you were 5, but you were also traveling with a band who you have still have yet to meet. Ever since Fred joined this band, he’s been so busy with recording and writing new material. You’ve been so busy with your job as a receptionist and trying to make your failed relationship work, which wasn’t going well. You were terrible with goodbyes, so your soon to be ex would be greeted with a harsh slap in the face when he realizes you’ve left for a different country with another man. Men. Four men to be precise. You were eager to meet them and make a good impression.

“They’ll love you just like I do. They’ll see exactly what I see.” says Fred, helping you pack away some clothes.

“Fred, you make it sound like I’m something special.” you laugh as you tease.

He stops packing and looks up to you fast, his smile falling from his face as he suddenly gets serious. You pause as well and look to him.

“Because you are something special, y/n. Don’t you dare ever think less.”

You sleepily smile to yourself as you remember that conversation when suddenly another loud knock is at your door. You had completely forgotten about it and jump up from bed. You scurry around your dark room and try to find your robe. You eventually find it and slip it on, tying the string around your waist. You rush out of your room and attempt to fix your bed head.

“Who is it?” you yell out.

“It’s the one and only, darling! Now will you open the door, please?”

You smile to yourself as you turn the lock and open the door wide open. You freeze in your tracks and your eyes open wide. You were thinking you’d be greeted by one man at your door, not four. They all stare you up and down as they smile. Fred looks quite pleased with himself as he makes his way into your tiny apartment. Your tiny apartment that was not visitor friendly. You had been so busy with getting ready for the trip, you sort of put aside your clean up duties. As Fred walks inside, you move over allowing the others to follow behind him. Curly one, quiet one and blonde one, you think to yourself as they walk by. The blonde one glances over to you and smirks, causing you to look away fast and search for Fred.

“Freddie, it’s five in the morning. Why in bloody hell are you raiding my apartment?” you ask, walking up to him.

He’s just emerged from your kitchen holding a few glasses and a champagne bottle. He holds them up and smiles.

“Today’s the day we leave for the tour. Celebrating needs to start as early as possible!” he exclaims.

“I’m so sorry for intruding.” says the curly haired one.

“Yes, we tried to tell him not to bother you, but you know Fred…” says the quiet one.

You softly smile to them as the curly haired one holds out his hand for you to take.

“I’m Brian by the way. Nice to meet you.” he says sweetly.

You shake his hand and blush.

“And this is John,” he says as John holds his hand out for you. “And this is-”

“Roger.” says the blonde one walking up to you.

He holds his hand out as well and you take it. You can feel the hard calluses on his hands and instantly recognize him as the drummer.

“Nice to meet you.” you say, your eyes never leaving his.

You realize you were staring as you suddenly pull your hand back and look to the others.

“Nice to finally meet all of you.” you say fast.

Freddie walks up to you and hands you a glass of champagne as he sips on his.

“Fred,” you start. “I don’t think I should be drinking at almost six in the morning.”

He laughs and chugs the rest of his drink down fast.

“Darling, we’re rockstars now. This is a glimpse of your new life.”

All of the boys shake their heads and laugh as you smile at him. Roger walks up to you and looks around.

“Where’s your loo?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s in my bedroom on the right. Door should be open.”

He smiles and winks to you as he makes his way to it. Your stomach flips as you turn back to Fred.

“Alright, rockstar, at least let me change before you get me drunk before noon.” you tease as you walk to your bedroom and straight to a suitcase.

You unzip it and pull out the outfit you had planned for that day. You place it on your bed and turn around to grab some undergarments as your bathroom door opens up. Roger walks out and spots you, your back facing him. He smiles and watches you for a moment before speaking.

“So, you’re going on tour with us, huh?” he asks, making you jump and spin around.

You had almost forgotten he was in the bathroom. You nervously smile and nod.

“Freddie has a way of making me do what he wants.” you jokingly say.

Roger lifts a brow and laughs as he watches you grab your clothes from the bed.

“Lucky man.” he says before exiting your room.

You’re stood there by yourself as you stare at your door speechless. You come back to reality as you walk to your bathroom and take a quick shower and change. You finish getting around as you pack up the rest of your essentials that you will need for tomorrow. You place them in your luggage and walk back in the living room. Brian and John are sat on your tiny couch as Fred and Rog are stood by your kitchen counter, sipping on their drinks. They all go quiet as you walk out and you can feel your cheeks heat up. You walk up to Fred and take the glass from his hand and quickly chug it down. All of their faces turn into a mixture of shocked and impressed.

“Now she’s getting with it!” shouts Fred, making you laugh.

“If I’m gonna be stuck with you for months, I think I’ll need it.” you say winking at him.

“Smart girl.” calls out Brian.

Fred rolls his eyes then claps his hands together loudly, causing you all to jump.

“Well, we should get going.” he states as he walks in the living room.

“I thought we didn’t fly out until noon?” you ask, confused.

“Plans might’ve changed.” he says, spinning to face you. “The boys will help carry your bags to the van. Right?” he asks, looking at all of them.

They all nod and murmur yes as they stand up and look at you. You smile to them and show them all of the luggage you were taking. They oblige and begin rolling them out to the van.

“Are you ready?” asks Fred with a smile plastered to his face.

You take in a deep breath and smile back.

“As much as I can be.”

***

“Fred.” you say sternly.

You’re standing in front of the tiniest airplane you’ve ever seen in your life. It’s thin and short and you didn’t trust it one bit.

“I thought we were taking a regular plane.” you say, looking at him.

“This is a plane, darling. A jet actually.”

“A death machine.” states Roger, walking past you two and up the stairs of the jet.

“I hate flying, let alone on a plane this small.” you whine.

“Well like I said, we’re rock-”

“Rockstars. I get it.” you say, finishing his sentence.

He smiles to you and begins walking towards the plane. You follow behind him as you walk up the stairs and enter inside. It was tiny. A lady dressed in a white dress and her hair pinned up greets you with a warm smile.

“Would you like me to take your coat?” she asks sweetly.

You smile and thank her as you shrug it off and she takes it. You look around and watch as all of the boys admire the features of the inside. They go through the mini bar and mess around with everything they could touch. You shakily make your way to a two person seat and look out the window. A man who you assume is the pilot walks out of the cockpit and smiles to you all.

“Are we all ready?” he asks.

Suddenly, you hear a shout and look towards the opening of the plane. A man rushes up the steps all out of breath and holds up a hand.

“Sorry I’m late. Nobody bothered to tell me about the time change.” he says, looking at Fred.

Freddie just smiles and walks up to you.

“Y/n, this is our lawyer Miami. Miami, this is the most amazing human I know, y/n.”

You blush at his compliment as Miami reaches his hand out for you to shake.

“Miami?” you ask, confused at such an odd name.

He playfully rolls his eyes which makes the boys all laugh.

“Don’t ask.” he murmurs.

Everyone takes their seats as someone sits beside you. You turn thinking it would be Fred, but it’s not. It’s Roger. You’re a bit surprised as you turn around to spot Fred watching you. He shrugs confused as he sits next to John. Roger smiles to you and you return one. You look forward and make sure your seat belt is buckled. The intercom pops on and the pilot speaks.

“Our flight is about to take off, so please make sure you’re seated and buckled in just like how the stewardess showed you. Our destination from London to Tokyo, Japan will be approximately eleven hours and forty minutes. I’ll let you all know when it’s safe to unbuckle and roam around. Have a good flight.”

You look to Roger quickly and your face falls.

“Japan!?” you ask.

He doesn’t know what to say to that. You look behind at Fred as he notices your nervous expression.

“Japan!?” you ask again even louder.

He awkwardly smiles and raises his shoulders a bit.

“Surprise?”

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lavenderlattaes · 5 years

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pink sticky note. | kim taehyung

⇒ summary: maybe all you ever really needed to get through a tiring day was a pink sticky note, a janitor’s closet, and a certain boyfriend named Kim Taehyung.

⇒ [high school! au]

⇒ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

⇒ word count: 2.3k words

⇒ genre: fluff

⇒ warnings: the cliché making out in a janitor’s closet lmao

⇒ note: hello, this has been sitting in my docs for weeks now, i almost forgot about it lol. ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

You moved from room to room, checking in with the class Presidents, giving instructions and answering questions from the teachers with a tired smile on your face. The school’s biggest event — which was the school’s foundation anniversary — was set to happen in a week, and you were running around, getting things done before Friday rolled around.

It was currently 8:15 am on a Monday and while you would much rather want to be in class, listening to your teacher talk about the history of the Joseon Dynasty, you couldn’t. You were the student council President, and along with the rest of the student council, you were all completing your assigned tasks for the event.

“Hey, Y/N, I came to check on the banners at the gymnasium, and Mr. Jung just told me it isn’t set to arrive until Thursday.” Your Vice President, Park Jimin runs up to you, slightly out of breath, his pink hair flopping messily.

You sigh and open your clipboard that was clutched tightly in your left arm, running your index finger over the program. You click the top of your sign pen and scribble a few notes beside the stage setup design. You close the clipboard and look up at Jimin.

“That’s okay, we can stay until after school to work on it. Tell Jeongguk to gather his committee after classes on Thursday to set the stage up. I’ll go inform Jihyo to prepare the letter for it.” You inform Jimin, sending him a slightly tired but positive smile.

“Preferably around what time? Classes end at 3:30 for the seniors,” Jimin replies. “Then can we start working on it by 3:45? They can have a quick break then start on it until around 7, maybe?” You ask, and Jimin nods.

Jimin was your best friend before he was your Vice President so he sends one back and steps closer to you, wrapping you in a tight hug in the middle of the hallway.

“We can get through this, Y/N. Don’t stress out on it too much,” Jimin whispers, stroking your hair gently. You hum and rub your hands up and down his back comfortingly. You both needed that extra comfort.

“Thanks, Jimin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He pulls away from the hug, holding you at arm’s length as he smirks.

“You’d probably still be single.” He winks and you laugh at him, bidding each other good bye before he dashes off in the opposite direction.

Immediately your thoughts drift off to your boyfriend as Jimin turns around the corner and disappears. You smile and head on over to your locker to get your journal where you wrote down all your important appointments and things to do.

On your way there, your Treasurer, Nayeon stops you.

“Y/N! I just came from the accounting office and they just told me they can’t release the funds today, we’ll have to wait until Tuesday afternoon,” Nayeon informs you, sighing.

You frown and run a hand through your hair. “But, why? I thought everything was already settled.”

“That’s what I thought too, but apparently they don’t hand out the funds on Mondays,” Nayeon rolls her eyes.

You sigh tiredly. “Sometimes, I really hate this school.” You groan and Nayeon just laughs, soon making you laugh along with her. As much as you want to thrash around, there’s nothing you can do since the school’s pretty firm when it comes to their conditions.

“So what will we do about this?” Nayeon asks, going back to business mode.

You purse your lips in thought before nodding. “We’ll just use whatever funds we have for now, we can have it reimbursed later on,” you answer and Nayeon nods.

She steps closer and gives you a hug. “I have to go make a few calls with the booths that’ll be setting up next week. I’ll see you around, Y/N!” Nayeon runs off again and you shout out a ‘bye!’ after her.

You turn around and continue your walk to your locker, immediately punching your code in tiredly. You sigh and get your journal out, when a bright pink sticky note catches your eye on the front cover.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion because you don’t remember putting it there the day before or earlier at all. You only usually did that when you have urgent matters to attend to and you’re in a rush that you don’t have time to open your journal.

A confused smile makes its way onto your face when you read the handwriting and realize it’s not yours. It’s your boyfriend’s.

hit me up when you’re free, i need to see ü. luv u babe(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

You giggle at the cute drawing, closing your locker shut. You take your phone out from the coat pocket of your uniform. You check the time and it’s only 8:30 am.

While you’d much rather go see your boyfriend, you still had to put the school over him right now. Taehyung can wait.

You check your clipboard and cross out the things you’ve already done. You still have a lot left to do. You take a quick glance at your phone lockscreen— it was a dorky pic of you and Taehyung when you first got together last year. Instantly, you’re filled with motivation and tell yourself to push through the entire day.

The hours fly by quickly and before you know it, it’s already around 3:30 pm. Most of your tasks for the day were done, and you only had an hour before school lets out.

You look down and see Taehyung’s sticky note still on the front cover of your journal. Scanning through your notes, you notice that you loaded yourself with too much tasks — some of it could’ve waited until tomorrow. Biting your lip, you decide to be a little bit selfish today.

You drop your stuff inside your locker and without a second thought — just so you don’t change your mind anymore, you take your phone out again and type out a message to Taehyung.

You: heeeey, I just finished my to-do list for today. Can we meet up? :3

Not long after you hit send, your phone beeps with Taehyung’s message.

my vantae♡: sure, im just developing a few more photos. im in the dark room :))

You: omw <3

my vantae♡: luv uuuuu

You: luv u too !

“You guys are so cheesy,” Jimin slings an arm around your shoulders and your throw your head back as you give him a side glance, glaring at him. Jimin pulls you with him and you start walking to the dark room.

“Oh shush, you’re the reason why we’re even together,” you jab his side with your finger and a laugh escapes from the adorable male beside you.

“So what are you lovebirds up to?” Jimin walks with you, looking over your shoulder to criticize your texts with Taehyung.

“I’m going to meet up with him in the dark room,” you lock your phone and put it back in your pocket as Jimin wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“Dark room, eh?” You bump your hip with his, catching him off guard with the force and making him stumble to the side, momentarily bringing you along with him. You groan at your best friend’s antics and he just laughs at your reaction.

“He probably wants me to take a look at the photos for the event next week,” you reason and Jimin nods, a weird look on his to tell you that he’s clearly unconvinced.

“I know Taehyung, Y/N. But, okay sure. I’ll leave you guys to it. I have to go meet up with the hyungs. I need to confirm their setlist for next week,” Jimin tells you.

Jimin was talking about the legendary alumni of your school — Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon. They were fairly huge now with their music, and you wanted to invite them back for the anniversary.

“Okay, let me know how it goes.” You smile at your best friend and Jimin gives you a side hug.

“Say hi to Taehyung for me!” Jimin dashes off, again, and you shake your head, smiling.

You continue your trip to the dark room, looking down at your uniform as you tried to smooth out the creases that got all crumpled up with you running around all day. You fix your blouse and in the middle of tucking it in nicely, someone pulls you to the side.

Suddenly all you can see is darkness and —

“Taehyung?” Your eyes adjust to the dark room and you can faintly smell dust in the air, making you realize where you were: in the janitor’s closet.

How cliché.

“Hey, Y/N,” his deep, playful voice fills your ears and a smile creeps up your face.

“I missed you all day,” you lean into him and you take in his musky scent and the warmth of his body. Taehyung wraps his arms around you in a tight hug and all the stress and exhaustion from the day’s activities leave your body in an instant.

“Well, you were busy and I didn’t want to interrupt you and add to your stress,” Taehyung answers, kissing the top of your head.

Guilt washes over you and you pull away from the hug to look at him. Well, try to.

You cup his cheek and he immediately leans in to your touch, gazing at you with such an intensity you’re scared to look away.

“I’m sorry for being such a bad girlfriend lately. I’ve been neglecting you for the past two weeks now,” you apologize, rubbing his cheek with your thumb gently.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” Taehyung smiles at you and he leans in, kissing you softly.

You respond to the kiss beforing answering, “No, listen, Tae. I should’ve given you more attention, I should’ve—”

He cuts you off with another kiss, longer this time and with more force. You can never resist Taehyung’s kisses, and soon your arms are crawling up his chest, where they soon rest on his shoulders.

When you both pull away, you’re out of breath. You try to make out your boyfriend’s face in the dark room; even in this darkness, you can still trace the curve of his jaw, the slope of his nose, the curl of his eyelashes, and the oh, so perfect shape of his lips.

Without another word, Taehyung leans in again, knocking the wind out of your lungs when he presses his lips to yours in a needy kiss. Your hands come to connect behind the nape of his neck, loosely playing with the ends of his hair. Taehyung moves impossibly closer to you, pressing you against the door, trapping you with his arms on both sides of your head. His right leg pushes in between your legs so he can move closer.

Detaching his lips from yours, he makes his way down to your jaw, then to your neck where he presses feather-like kisses all over.

Your hands move up to his hair, and you soon feel Taehyung mark a spot just below your collarbone.

“Tae, people are gonna see,” you manage to let out, and he shakes his head, tickling your skin as he continues to kiss you. “It’s covered underneath your blouse and coat,” Taehyung murmurs and you can just sigh.

When he’s done, Taehyung goes back up and captures your lips in another kiss, nibbling your lower lip softly, asking for access. You give in, and your legs soon start to feel like jelly. Before your legs can give out underneath you, Taehyung wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The room is dark, but with you in Taehyung’s arms like that, it’s never been so vibrant.

When he finally pulls away, you’re both breathing heavily. Licking your bruised lips, you ask, “What was that for?”

Taehyung cups your face with both hands, stroking the apples of your cheeks gently as he gazed down at you.

“I just missed you, that’s all,” he replies simply, and you smile at him. He smiles back.

“I’m sorry for being so busy, I just wanted everything to be perfect for the event,” you apologize yet again and Taehyung shakes his head.

“I understand, love. There’s no need for you to explain. You shouldn’t even be in this closet with me right now, yeah? You should be out there, doing stuff for the event,” Taehyung remarks and this time, it’s your turn to shake your head.

You stand up on your toes and plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“That can wait. Right now, I’m going to put the guy I love first.”

Taehyung giggles softly, kissing every spot on your face, making you smile. “Jimin’s going to tease you if he hears you.”

“He’s been teasing me since this morning,” you respond and Taehyung nuzzles his nose with yours.

“But I’m cool with it because if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here with you,” you confess and Taehyung kisses you gently.

“I love you, my President.”

You give him a gentle smile and stepping away from you, Taehyung takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together.

“Come on. As much as I love being here in this closet with you, it’s starting to tickle my nose,” he admits, making you giggle.

“Oh yeah, why are we here? Weren’t you supposed to be printing out some photos in the dark room?” You ask and Taehyung laughs sheepishly.

“I was done an hour ago.”

You slap his shoulder and he laughs. “Tae! Jimin knew this was going to happen,” you mutter.

“Well, that just proves he knows me too well,” Taehyung responds and you shake your head fondly, smiling at him.

“Let’s go get some ice cream, yeah?” You rub his knuckles softly.

Taehyung’s boxy smile graces his features. “I’m fine with anything, as long as it’s with you.”

Taehyung opens the door and light fills your eyes when you both step out.

“You’re cheesy, Kim Taehyung.”

“I know.”

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aliferous-ly · 5 years

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bc im insatiable . remember this fic? here’s a part two (she short dw)

you don’t need to read the first fic to fully understand this one. Roman and Virgil are brothers and work together is the extent of the Lore

flower bands

When Roman was insulting Virgil’s possible new employee he didn’t mean anything of it. Mainly, he wanted to get under Virgil’s skin. Especially since his stupid paper application process worked and also he met a super cute man.

(Roman just had to leave, the heart eyes between the two of them was getting to be exhausting. Lord.)

And then Virgil told him this “Logan” had entered and application and it was just about flawless – and his handwriting was legible (unlike the former employee). So, of course, he was hired. And Roman wouldn’t have to spend free time at the front desk, making sure nobody robbed the place while Virgil was in the other room working his magic.

Which. He wasn’t bitter about it, exactly. He was happy because he didn’t have to work for free (volunteer?) for his brother, but... the work was fun. And he got to meet new people, and hang out with his brother (as insufferable as he was).

But again, Roman reflected, Virgil said he’d still need his help – now they just had two artists. Logan would be trained for the front desk, of course, but they could book two people at once, now, and Roman would still be at the front.

(Roman wondered if it was the wounded look in his eyes that clued Virgil in.)

Either way. Either way.

“Hey, Ro,” Virgil peeked in the back, hair falling in his eyes. They glittered mischievously and Roman was instantly on guard because that look spelled disaster. “Logan’s here. Wanna meet him?”

“Sure,” Roman said.

He walked out to the front and all the blood in his face vanished. Oh god. Oh god oh fuck. Virgil was grinning in the corner of his eye and he was going to murder him oh my god.

Logan smiled crookedly at him, eyes a deep blue color like the Mediterranean Sea, and Roman could feel the feeling in his fingers start to vanish. Was this what falling felt like, the rush of wind against your skin?

“Hey, I’m Logan,” Logan said, holding a hand out loosely.

“Roman,” Roman said, and closed the gap, smiling and grasping his hand. Logan’s fingers were callused (why?) and his teeth peeked out of his lips, still in that half-smile.

Roman dropped his hand, hyper-aware of every one of his actions. Was he staring? Was he breathing too loud, would Logan think he was a creep?

“Roman’s an aspiring actor,” Virgil said, throwing his arm around Roman’s shoulders, which he hadn’t done in months.

Virgil squeezed him reassuringly once, and Roman shook some of the tension out of his shoulders. “Excuse me,” Roman said, elbowing him in the gut. “I’m an actor, not an aspiring one.”

“Of course, how could I forget,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes.

“Are you in any upcoming productions?” Logan asked. His eyes were so piercing behind those glasses. Roman wanted to take them off and touch his cheekbones, his lips.

“Not right now,” Roman said, resisting the urge to rub the back of his neck, a nervous tick from years ago. He settled for shrugging awkwardly. “I’m between jobs.”

“He works here,” Virgil said. Then his expression scrunched up. “Kinda.”

“Just front desk stuff,” Roman said.

“That’s cool,” Logan said. He started taking his jacket off and Roman swallowed thickly. Logan glanced at him. “Where can I put this?”

“Um, just–” Roman almost tripped (tripped, honestly, get yourself together) as he gathered the leather in his arms and walked it over to the coat rack. “Here. For now. You’re just here for orientation, right?”

“Yes. I start officially tomorrow,” Logan said. He wore a torn tank top and Roman watched the muscles underneath his skin shift and bunch as he moved, putting a hand in his pocket, pressing a palm against the counter.

“Cool,” Roman said, probably the lamest thing he’s ever said, ever. Virgil shot him a look, one that said how much shit Roman was getting for this interaction. Yay. At least Roman had had the tact to leave Virgil and Patton alone.

Then Roman blinked once, twice. His eyebrows furrowed. “Hey, you have – I mean, on your arm. Is that...?”

“Oh, this?” Logan twisted and touched the tattoo on his forearm, lifting the arm in question. Flowers and vines twisted over his forearm save for the single band of clean skin through the middle.

Roman’s mouth was dry. He couldn’t speak, throat closing and –

Virgil laughed.

Logan glanced between the two of them, brows furrowed. “What’s so funny.”

“It’s – it’s nothing, it’s just that–” Roman forwent words and pulled up his sleeve where his own tattoo lied, a wrap of flowers cut with clean lines in a perfect band.

It was almost a perfect match.

“Wow,” Logan said, holding his arm up to Roman’s and laughing. “That’s crazy coincidence.”

Roman swallowed and looked up at Logan (he was taller than him; a fact that Roman considered absolutely illegal) who was smiling fully, now, and with a face-full of dimples and freckles Roman couldn’t – he couldn’t handle it.

Face inflamed, Roman pulled his arm away and turned. “Well! That’s weird. Well, I have – I have something I need to do! Away from here. Virgil can show you around since he, like, owns the place. Kay. Bye!” And with that, Roman ran away (no, he wasn’t a coward, he was just... reflecting).

He raced upstairs, to his and Virgil’s place. When the door shut with a resounding click, Roman pressed his back against it.

He slid down and groaned aloud. Pressing a hand against his notably heated face, Roman tried to collect himself.

Logan was – Logan wore leather jackets, and had tattoos, and a piercing on an eyebrow, and a devastating smile, and he was so tall and had a beautifully deep voice and – and –

Roman was so, so fucked.

#i ... love logince #so much #i will fill the tag with soft logince if i must #sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #brabbles

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birdybirdnerd · 5 years

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WHATS UP CHABOY NEEDED TO BA ASLEEP UHHHH *checks watch* TWO AND A HALF HOURS AGO BUT INSTEAD I WROTE A ONESHOT BC THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES HAS TAKEN OVER MY SOUL AND @brinnanza HAD A REALLY GOOD PROMPT FOR IMMEDIATELY POST EP 22 ‘COLONY’ SO YEAH

on a serious note this is entirely unedited word vomit that im gonna clean up like. tomorrow or smthn and post to ao3 bc im proud of it in some way and alos my ao3 has been dead for MONTHS and its killing me

enjoy!!! now i die

EDIT now cleaned up and posted to ao3! gonna make a separate post about Specifically That but thought id throw it here too for posteritys sake

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20953844

Jon was still staring at Martin’s phone, the cryptic message from Jane Prentiss shining up at him, when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked up in time to see Martin sway dangerously on his feet.

“I think I’m-”

Martin’s eyes rolled back in his head and Jon was on his feet in an instant, phone falling to the floor so he could catch the other man before he fell too. Jon stumbled, almost toppling as well, but he managed to catch Martin under his arms before he hit the ground.

“Martin, what the-” he started, grunting from the effort. “Martin?”

But he was out cold. Jon huffed; seems like the adrenaline fueling him finally wore off, letting the week of stress and no sleep take its toll. It could have happened in a more… convenient place, but Jon admitted he was at least glad Martin had made it back to the Institute before it happened. Wouldn’t want him passing out in the middle of the street. Or back at his apartment, where Prentiss could return at any moment.

Jon grimaced and braced himself, hauling Martin up and looping one of his arms around his shoulders. It was awkward and took a few minutes of adjusting his grip and nudging doors open with his foot, but he managed to haul Martin through the Archives to the spare room. Thankfully, no one intercepted them on the short trip. It would have been awkward, to say the least, to explain the situation, and Jon was feeling the beginnings of a headache settling at the back of his brain from all the questions that kept cropping up.

He debated just dumping Martin on the cot and leaving, but sighed and shook his head. The poor boy had been through a lot. The least he deserved was a modicum of comfort. Jon laid him down as carefully as he could, pulling off his shoes and tugging at the thin sheet underneath him to free it.

He settled it on top, tucking the edges in, mind still whirring as the events of the day and Martin’s words played on loop in his mind. There was so much they still didn’t know, and every statement he read only added more questions to the list, only complicated things further. And Martin, having gotten so caught up in things directly, now weighed down on his mind as well.

Smoothing Martin’s hair out of his face, Jon sighed again. Evidence of his harrowing two weeks was evident in the lines on his face, the darkness under his eyes visible even in the dim light filtering in through the doorway. But he looked somewhat peaceful like this- sleeping, REM not quite started. That would no doubt bring nightmares - it always did - but for a few minutes, at least, Martin had oblivion.

Jon didn’t realize for a few moments that he’d kept stroking Martin’s hair, watching him breathe steadily and absolutely lost in thought. When he did, he frowned, removing his hand and clearing his throat. That was enough of that, he decided. His own lack of sleep was affecting him. Well, the cot was taken, so Jon would have to find somewhere else to stay for the night. Returning to his own flat, after hearing Martin’s statement, made him feel uneasy. The break room couch, then.

That decided, Jon turned towards the door to leave.

And slammed his knee into the desk.

“Fuck!” he shouted, momentarily forgetting himself.

A gasp from behind him, and Martin was shooting up in the cot, breathing heavy. “Who- who’s there?” he called, voice cracking. “Where am I? Is Prentiss-”

“It’s- it’s just me, Martin,” Jon bit out, clutching his throbbing knee. “Hurt myself on this bloody desk, that’s all. You’re at the Institute. Go back to sleep, everything’s fine.” He cursed again, this time under his breath, as he rubbed at the sore spot.

“O-Oh. Okay.” Martin’s voice was still shaky, but smaller now. Jon could hear him swallow thickly in the darkness. “H-How did I, how did I get in here?”

“You passed out in my office,” Jon explained patiently. “I carried you in here. End of story.”

“Ah.” There was silence for a moment. “Thanks.” Barely a whisper.

“Don’t mention it.” Jon straightened up, sending the dark shape of the desk one last glare, and headed towards the door again.

“Do you-” Martin started, before cutting himself off with an audible snap of teeth.

“What?”

“Do you think- no, it’s stupid. Never mind.”

Jon stopped in the doorway. “What, Martin?” he asked again tiredly.

Martin seemed to chew on his words a moment, avoiding Jon’s eye, before the question came out in a rush. “Doyouthinkyoucouldstay?”

Jon blinked. Blinked again. “Sorry, repeat that.”

Martin chuckled nervously. “No, it’s fine, I said it was st-”

“Martin.”

“I said do you think you could stay?” Martin asked again, voice high and panicky, looking anywhere but at Jon. “‘Cause I’ve been alone for thirteen days now and I really don’t wanna stay alone and I’m really tired and don’t like the Archives when it’s late at night but-”

Jon cut him off. “Yes, fine Martin, I’ll stay.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the headache now residing behind his eyes. He left the door open a crack, just enough to let the faint moonlight that streamed through the windows outside cast the room in a dim blue light. Just enough to see where he was going, now that his eyes had adjusted better.

“You don’t, I mean, you don’t have to stay the whole night,” Martin babbled, twisting the sheet between his hands as he spoke. “Just, just stay ‘till I fall asleep again, I guess. I won’t make you stay the night, can’t really, you know, just- just need someone nearby until I’m out, I guess.”

“Of course,” Jon said, dragging the desk chair to the edge of the bed and collapsing into it. It was far less comfortable than his own desk chair, but it would fulfill its brief purpose just fine. “Go to sleep, Martin.”

“Okay, yes, doing that.” There was the sound of shuffling as Martin got comfortable again, then silence. Then, “Thanks again.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Martin hummed in response.

He was out in seconds. Jon watched him sleep, telling himself he’d wait just a few moments longer to make absolute certain he wouldn’t wake again at the first slight noise before leaving. And really, he was giving his legs a rest after hauling Martin here in the first place. And his knee still ached a little bit. And it was so late…

Jon really didn’t mean to fall asleep in the chair, watching Martin sleep peacefully. And so long as he woke up before Martin did, and before anyone got to work that morning, then no one would know.

Well, his back would. But that was his own fault.

#the magnus archives #fanfiction #personal #my writing #GOD im so tired but tma has been consuming my life for the past few days and its wild #helloooooooo new hyperfixtation #oh oh oh im about. uh. a quarter of the way?? ish. through season three and im in love #its so GOOD YALL #i would kill for martin blackwood and I Will Kill elias whateverthefuck his last name is #hello im jared 19 dont know how to spell his last name and Not gonna try #listened to him beat a man to death with a pipe this morning and was the embodiment of that meme #the one thats like #well mark me down as scared AND horny!#except also pissed bc hes doing Bad Things and yeah #gonna throw hands with elias #okay okay fucK sleep time night yall

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