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14thgalerie · 7 months

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tell me why

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: dangerous by madison beer

• word count: 3.3k

• genre: angst, fluff (barely)

— based on this request, i hope you like this one even though i'm pretty sure this isn't what you had in mind huhu. i tried to find a way to go about this prompt that isn't all cliche and was written before.

Projects given over the holiday: written and set aside in a matter of six hours.

Every crevice and corner of his room is now spotless.

A game of quidditch with Lorenzo with his siblings.

And that’s the entire list. He has finally run out of things to do, yet the sun remains shining brightly outside. What was supposed to be an uneventful day had turned out to be quite a hectic one. An accidental glance at the desk that sits below the tall windows ruined the extraneous effort he had gone to in order to forget about a certain envelope or rather someone.

An entire day has already passed since his owl dropped by to hand him a single envelope. After taking a glance at the sender, he couldn’t bring himself to open it right at that instance.

In all honesty, he has absolutely no idea as to why he is avoiding opening it; well maybe he does know, and maybe it’s the reason for the dread that kept stirring at the pit of his stomach. The last time he heard from you was at the Hogwarts Express before you completely cut off contact with him.

It’s been an entire week now since the holiday break started, the same amount of time since he received a word from you, something that has never occurred. Your fights had never lasted for longer than necessary— a day would be the worst of it because he despises it whenever people make matters worse for themselves by ignoring one another. But despite his great hatred for it, he doesn’t feel a single thing except for the urgency and desperation that you answer him.

So, he doesn’t understand why you suddenly shut away from him when everything has been going great. One moment you were all snuggled up to him in the compartment you shared with your friends and then not a single word from you from the hundreds of letters he must’ve sent by now.

The sound of knocking pulls him from his thoughts.

“Hey Theo, I left some food for you here if you’re awake. Mom also set aside some medicine if you’re not feeling well, she’s worried for you.” He hears Lorenzo at the door trying to talk to him, unsure if he is even being heard by Theo.

Silence fills the room as Lorenzo leaves, thinking that he’s still asleep. Looking at the yellow ribbon that wraps around the envelope, he reaches out and takes hold of it for the first time since he last dropped it.

Pulling the band with a sense of uneasiness, he sees that it doesn’t have anything special on it, just your name at the front and numbers at the upper left corner. Pulling out the paper— wondering if the little doodles that always accompanied your letter for him would be there, but he is left frowning at the blank edges. Flipping it open, he laughs out loud at the naivety of believing it will be any good before he is choked by the lump that formed in his throat.

Let’s break up, Theo.

I’m a coward to do this over a letter, I know. I won’t blame you if you’re mad at me. I have been constantly depressed at the thought of doing this. In the weeks leading up to when I am writing this, I have been incessantly living vicariously through the memory of us.

I know it’s too much to ask after doing this to you, but please never talk to me again. Don’t ask. I won't be able to explain to you, not when I still don’t understand it and how I’m feeling.

Goodbye.

You wonder if he’ll ask. You wonder if you will ever tell him. How you will explain, how you might run away instead. It’ll be an answer enough to satiate the questions that barrage through the doors of your mind without warning.

Theo was lying in his bed staring unknowingly into space, it had been hard to move when your body is deprived of sustenance; nor food or sleep is enough. So he lays there in the forced darkness from his drawn bed curtains, body more still and cold than a dead body 6 feet underground.

He couldn’t handle another day of hiding behind the old facade of indifference. At first, it was easy. He heeded your wish of keeping his distance even if every atom in his body begged to be near you. Saving the most painful, physical sobbing in his solitude. He was fine just seeing you be there; alive and breathing.

As the days lingered on, however, it wasn’t enough. Not when you have deprived him even of that one simple thing. Disappearing from every class you’re sharing only to find out you have requested to attend another class.

He didn’t have the energy to keep up with that charade anymore. Letting himself wither until he’s only a nutshell of the man you’ve built in the ruins of his past.

He had, in every sense but physical, become a ghost, drifting between the phases of the day without a sense of time. He relies on his day-to-day life by moving on autopilot.

He doesn’t know what he did, he begs to know because he cannot go on another day like this.

“Theodore Nott!”

His attention is called away when he hears a booming voice beside him followed by the bright light that showers over him as the curtain of his canopy is pulled open. Not a care if the man wasting away hours behind it will be mad at her.

Pansy only knew one thing: she would not have her best friend lose every prospect in his life because of both of your lack of communication. She couldn’t give a damn if you will ever manage to resolve your issues. For now, Theo is her priority and he needs to stand up and study.

She had already managed to fix you up enough to have you up and functioning, although a mere ghost on legs. But that will do, now for this man who is at the grunt of your problems.

“Stand up and go to the library.” She pulls the blanket which barely covers him, and throws it someplace. “You are going to fail your NEWTS at this rate.”

“Who cares?” He drawls out. Turning to his side to cower beneath his pillows.

“Your future does.” Knowing that he will never stand at his own will, she gathers every bit of strength in her to pull him by his arms.

“Gods, Pans. Can you just bugger off and leave me alone?”

He tries to wave her off and turns to slide beneath the welcoming arms of his bed. But before his face plants onto the soft, strewn fabric, he is pushed and pushed until they are greeted by the long, grimy corridor outside their common room. His bag full of books was thrown out the door after him. With his lack of energy, all he can do is follow her demand.

Hoping that this will distract him.

Theo trudged towards the library, dragging his feet behind him. Maybe the tranquil ambiance could be a soothing balm for his aching heart. Make him finally focus on other things in his life, knowing that whatever reason you may have, you would never wish that he put his studies on hold.

Theo chose a table tucked away in a quiet corner, where he could fully immerse himself in his books and thoughts. The flickering candle lights atop the wooden tables, weathered by the countless students that passed through Hogwarts, had added a comforting touch to his isolation. Casting dancing shadows on the polished surfaces.

This worked for about an hour and a half until he realised he had forgotten his advanced Potions book in his other bag.

Surrounded by towering bookshelves, Theo began searching for a copy of the book he’s missing and some other texts that might be helpful for his NEWTS classes. As he reached a particular shelf that contained the very books he was looking for, he couldn’t help but overhear snippets of a conversation, the hushed tones barely above a whisper.

“-Theodore?”

He decided to walk away, thinking the conversation private, when his attention was caught by the mention of his name. He wasn’t able to catch the question but he was intrigued.

With a furrowed brow, he furtively strained over the tiny slot in the shelf he pulled a book from to see two familiar faces opposite him, unaware of the person with wide eyes that locked in on one person.

As if on instinct, he dwindles at the sight of you, like a cord being pulled out of its socket, his body going back on autopilot.

He almost slapped himself in the forehead for not recognizing your voice sooner, but he wonders. Why had you appeared so sullen and gaunt? Would it have to do with him since you mentioned him? He leans back on the shelves awaiting to hear more, wondering why you were supposedly that way when you have been acting like nothing had happened between the two of you.

“We’re not together anymore, Luna.” You say in a dejected voice. Seeing it written on paper hurt, but nothing could compare to the anguish that invaded him at hearing it from you, feeling hopeless to the constant sharp pain on his chest that wrenched deeper into the wound.

“Is that why he’s been staying by the Ford Bog recently?” Luna unassumingly asks, curious.

“What?”

“When I come by to feed the Thestrals, he is always there talking to them.” He hears Luna explain. He hadn’t known that Luna had been coming over to see them also. Now that he thinks about it, he remembers that, like him, she had also witnessed her mother’s death.

“Oh.” You must be thinking about what he confessed to you when you found him in a similar situation back in the fourth year.

“You miss him.” From the manner that Luna says it, it was less of a speculation and more of a fact. “I do.” You confess.

This makes him confused. His brows knit together as he tries his best to piece together the words that slipped from you in a way he understands. You had been the one to break off your relationship suddenly, without a word of explanation. But now you sit there, admitting you miss him after you ask him to keep his distance. He is tempted to turn the corner and ask you.

“But you constantly run away from him?” Luna asks for him instead. She follows it up with another question. “You broke up with him, right?”

There was a pregnant pause before he heard your voice again.

“Yes, I was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“I was scared that he would do it sooner or later and I didn’t want to experience the pain of hearing it from him first-hand. So then, I decided that I would do the job for him.” You explain.

He is left stumbling back at the accusation, knowing within himself that it would be the last thing he would do in a million years. Ever, actually. What spurred this idea from you? He finds it incredibly insulting that you would think he would.

Luna asks why you think he’ll do that.

You say after a moment’s pause, “He’s been hanging out with this new friend of his before the holidays, and at first I didn’t care because I trusted him. But she just-” Your breath hitches, “She began to be more flirty and provocative with him and he didn’t even blink an eye.”

You take in a sharp breath. “I know he would never do it, and he probably didn’t even notice but I don’t know…”

His subconscious blocked out any of what followed after that horrid confession. Memories came in sudden assaults on his brain and senses. He doesn’t like how uncertain you sounded: he doesn’t know why you would think twice of his actions.

Truth be told, he did indeed notice the weird affectionate manner in Scarlet’s approach to him. Frankly, he didn’t care and settled to ignore her in order to avoid conflict as she was a friend of Mattheo. Putting her in the back of his mind and that would be the end of it.

He always knew that you had this fear that he would leave you for another, this is provoked more by his terrible past with women before you. But he never thought it would be a problem for your relationship as he constantly did his best to remind you that it was either you or nothing at all.

Though he couldn’t exactly blame you, even now as he sinks into the cold stone ground, he was stupid to think that ignoring Scarlet would suffice.

Sitting on the cold, hard floors with his head in between his hands, digits tightly clutching his hair. He doesn’t hear Luna excusing herself from your session, leaving you to clean up to prepare to leave. Stuck in the confusing labyrinth that his mind wandered off to, he didn’t notice the gentle footsteps near him, trying to avoid the librarian’s wrath.

“Theo?”

Nothing.

“Hello?”

Still not a thing from him. You become concerned.

“Theodore? Are you alright?”

You find yourself forgetting the very promise that you had even asked Theo to uphold— to never approach you. But despite your stern resolve, the sight of Theo sitting in the library corner, his distress palpable, throws it all out. Instead, the nagging fear that if you're the source of his evident turmoil.

“Theo.” You crouch down in front of him, keeping your hands nestled to your lap.

He didn’t even lift his head— you weren’t sure if he was not acknowledging you or that he simply didn’t notice you. You waited several minutes for a response, the silence becoming thick with tension and you couldn’t stand it. Your feet are itching to run.

“I’m sorry.” He finally looks up to meet your eyes and your heart twinged in your chest at his bloodshot eyes, clear evidence that he was not in good condition. You’re confused as to why he’s being like this.

But somewhat you knew. Your heart pounds relentlessly against your chest. You knew what he was going to say.

“What do you mean?”

He shakes his head. Eyes plastered intently on the creaking floorboards. “Scarlet.”

When he speaks it into existence, you dislike the way you flinch, the familiar bitterness spreading throughout your body. Your heart drops into the pits of your stomach.

“I- I’m sorry.” Theo’s voice quivered, his words trembling on the precipice of his emotions. His eyes were becoming blurred by the veil of his tears, bearing a weight that seemed almost unbearable. “Fuck, I’m so so sorry, Y/N.”

The lump in your throat threatened to suffocate you, leaving you on the brink of despair unable to respond properly.

“It’s my fault. I never know when something upsets you. I hardly know you better than how I’m supposed to.” He says it like he means it. Theo says it to himself more than he says it to you.

The world slows down to an adagio, and you’re caught up in the emotion that washes over you at his condition. Theo is rarely dishevelled; he’s hardly all over the place. If anything, he has always been quite proper, the opposite of the man in front of you.

You say his name softly, your gut tightening at the heart-breaking sight in front of you. Hesitating to reach out and hold him close to you. So you reach out to wipe away the lone tear that slides down his face.

“Merlin…I should be the one saying sorry.”

“What?” He finally pulls him together enough to reply to you coherently.

“It’s not you. You’re not the problem.” Your subconscious running at a millimetre per second to come up with the right words to amend his words. Finding this a bit harder than you expected. “I am so broken that my body is just encased in this eternal itch to run.”

“When I saw how you were so unconcerned about Scarlet’s obvious attempts, I panicked. I let that fear get the best of me, letting it poison my mind. I was afraid that one day you’d begin to reciprocate her attraction. Maybe you would have been happier with her. I was terrified of losing you, and when the holidays came, I grabbed the chance to cower back and let it consume me. I didn’t wanna hear you confirm that hellish thought.”

“What changed?” He croaks out. “Why are you telling me all this now?”

“A big part of it comes from my conversations with Mum. I kind of forgot that she never really sides with me when it comes to my irrational decisions and she’s always been the one to make me realise it.” You feel the urge to laugh at the thought, but you restrain yourself.

“And by heaven’s will, I want you to be happy but the need to be your happiness far outweighs that.”

But he does nothing but remain seated silently, nothing in him revealing that he plans to move. And you are terrified, for once you had no idea what was going on inside his head but you know that you had to let him think on his own. To stop assuming and making decisions off of it.

“You, you are a great deal of a headache to me. I have spent days questioning myself; was I so horrible that I couldn't even be granted the decency to be broken up to my face." cried Theo.

“No you weren’t, Theo. I promise you.”

“I know I’m not. Yet, you still made me feel like it. I was happy with you, you were my lone happiness. I think it’ll be awhile before I forget this, despite what you confess.” He says, his voice choking up now and then, in spite of manful efforts to keep it steady.

“Is that true, Theo?”

“But as upset and tired I am, I still love you.” He acquiesced. “It’s laughingly pathetic how I am still entirely yours.”

He stopped short, his hands that rested on his lap emerging to take yours in its grasp. Their grip is a perfect balance of a strong hold and a gentleness.

“And I love you too, I don’t think I ever stopped. I promise you that I’ll work on myself, make things right between us again, because I don’t think I can go on for another day like this.” You said, sworn with a conviction so strong.

He shook his head and to that you feel the disgusting worm that whispers to you appear, “No. We’re gonna do it together, alright?” But it’s crushed under his pretty foot.

“I promised you then that I wouldn’t leave you to face whatever problems you have on your own. When I confessed to you ’I love you’, it meant that I would continuously be by your side to help you with your troubles. Our troubles.” He reminds you. “We’ll fix this together from now on…nobody is doing things solo.”

He tugs on your arms, telling you wordlessly to sit beside him. When you do, by habit and longing, your head moves to rest on the juncture of his neck inhaling the scent you missed most.

Nothing felt better than to have the urge to have your head resting on him be satisfied, he wanted nothing more than to feel something as mundane as this.

As he leaned his head on her temple, you felt giddy, feeling yourself turn tomato red at the action. It was a happy time, in spite of the things that remained to be talked about, so happy that you couldn’t dare to disturb it with anything.

“Y/N…” He breaks the silence.

You hum.

“Did you ever dream about me?”

“I thought about you.”

Only a soft squeeze to your hand serves as a reply.

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bluewasthecolor · 1 year

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91 and 68 with leah pls

Prompts 68 and 91 x Leah Williamson

Word Count: 905

Warnings: None

A/N: Another anon also requested 91 with Leah, so this will serve as both of the requests. Once again, this is longer than I intended it to be. Short fics are apparently not my strong suit. Enjoy!

“Leah, who's got you blushing over there?” “Ooooh, Leah has a girlfriend!”

“Shut up, the both of you, before I come over there and make you shut up!” “I’d like to see you try!”

That is the chaos you walk into when you arrive at training. Katie and Beth on one side of the changing room, taunting Leah, who is on the other side, blushing furiously. You smirk, and sidle up to her, nudging her hip with yours.

“Seriously though, you’ve been glued to your phone all week. I know it’s not your mum, so who are you talking to?”

Leah looks at you, clearly trying to decide how much to reveal. Apparently she decides she can trust you because she flips her phone around, showing you the screen. As expected, it’s a girl. You feel a pang in your heart at the confirmation and can’t help but wish it were you instead.

You’ve been in love with Leah for as long as you can remember. Since U15s at the very least. But she’s never seen you like that, has always just been a friend. You’ve learned to accept it, but it doesn’t make it any less easier when she talks about the other girls she’s interested in.

“We’re going on a date tonight,” She tells you, clearly excited. “Will you come over later to help me pick an outfit?” You have to remind yourself to breathe at the request. Helping Leah get ready for a date with another girl isn’t exactly at the top of your list of things to do with a free night, but you also relish any opportunity to spend time with the blonde.

“Yeah, just let me know what time.”

With that, you lace up your boots and walk to the pitch, willing yourself not to get too worked up about it. It’s just one stupid date, right?

That Night

You arrive at Leah’s at half past six, standing outside the door to her flat for a solid five minutes before knocking. You question if you can do this right now, if you can watch the woman you’re in love with give her heart to someone else. Ultimately, you decide you don’t have a choice. Whether you go into her flat or not, she’s going on this date. The least you can do is make sure she has a friend to get ready with.

When Leah answers the door, she looks disheveled at best. Her hair is half dried, and she is wearing only her towel. You can’t help the way your eyes travel down her body–in your defense the towel does very little to cover anything. Unfortunately, you don’t have much time to stare. She pulls you inside frantically, clearly distressed.

“You have to help me.” She says as she drags you towards her room. Inside, you find clothes strewn all over the bed. “I have no idea what to wear or what to do with my hair and I’m supposed to leave in an hour.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. That’s why I’m here. Where are you guys going?” You place your hand on her shoulders, pushing her to sit on the bed.

“We’re going to some fancy new restaurant that Viv told me was good. Why am I so nervous, Y/N? It’s just a stupid date.” You ignore Leah’s question, setting about picking out her outfit. You pick out a pair of cream trousers, along with an emerald green button down.

“Wear this, with the shirt half unbuttoned. It’s fancier than what you usually wear, but still your style.” You pass the clothes to her. “As for your hair, just finish blow drying it and wear it down. If I see you even attempt a ponytail, I’ll kill you.”

Leah heads to the bathroom to change, leaving you standing in her room. “Come in here and chill with me while I finish my hair!” She calls.

You obey, leaning on the doorframe to watch her. She bites her lip, just a little, when she’s focusing and it’s always driven you mad. When she’s playing, when you room together at England camps and she works on her accounting…it doesn’t matter the situation, it makes you melt.

Leah finishes getting ready with ten minutes to spare and you sit together on her couch, chatting simply. It feels easy, as it always has. There isn’t any pressure to perform around each other, to put on a facade. When it’s time to go, she rises slowly, and you walk to your cars together. Just as she’s about to get in her car to go, something inside you tells you to stop her.

“Leah.” She turns from her car door, a question in her eyes. At that moment, you make a decision.

“Don’t go on that date.” Leah looks at you in shock.

“Why?”

“You know why.” At least, you think she does. You hope she does. How could she not know?

“Say it.” She’s walking closer to you now, her expression changed from confusion to something close to desire.

“I like you. Like…like you like you. I have for years now.”

In an instant, Leah’s lips are on yours. She has you pushed up against your car, is kissing you like she’s been waiting for this moment her whole life–and she sort of has. Eventually, she has to pull away.

“So…I have a reservation at this nice restaurant. Wanna join me?”

#woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #requests!!

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folkloresthings · 8 months

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Happy last day of the celebration!! This event has been so amazing and I’m so happy that I got to participate!!

On that note, I am here to ask for another NORTHANGER ABBEY (😅). Could I maybe request Carlos Sainz with the drunken confessions trope? Preferably with Carlos being the one confessing, but you do whatever you think is best!

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well, lovely!! 🤍🩵🩷

made reader lando’s sister bc why not

SOBER THOUGHTS. ❨ carlos sainz x norris!reader ❩

“you want the same again?”

lando has to shout across to you and luisa to get any kind of answer. the bass of the club’s music is pounding through your whole body, hammering in time with the beat of your heart. you nod, sending him a grateful smile in place of a thank you — the noise would only be lost to him.

luisa slips her hand in yours as her boyfriend heads for the bar, tugging you back over to the corner that the other driver’s inhabit. you just about make out daniel beckoning you over to the couch, all smiles and sunshine. your brother’s new teammate was a breath of fresh air, for both lando and mclaren. it was impossible not to like him.

still, you found yourself missing the days of carlos driving alongside your brother. it meant he was around more, you would see him more often. hell, he spent endless weekends at home with you and lando when he couldn’t make it back to spain. but before this evening, you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

he was sitting across from you and daniel, staring intently as you conversed with the australian man. granted, you weren’t paying much attention to what danny was saying, not when you could feel carlos’ gaze boring into you.

“one vodka coke,” lando sang, passing the glass to daniel to pass to you. you call thanks to your brother, sipping on the little straw that comes with your drink, letting it feed the buzz already rising in your chest.

“you good, mate?” daniel speaks next to you, and you look to him to check if he’s speaking to you. he’s not, looking instead at carlos. the latter blinks, head nodding slowly, glancing at you before he turns to where charles is sat.

when you first met carlos, this was how he was. quiet and reserved, all dark and mysterious. it wasn’t until he came home with lando for the first time that you actually had a conversation, letting him open up to you. when you’d developed this silly little crush on your brothers best friend, you don’t know. but it certainly hadn’t gone away.

“you look nice.” carlos steals daniel’s seat as soon as the aussie goes to the bar, mumbling his compliments near your ear. you turn to him with a smile, hands smoothing over the little black dress that luisa had loaned you for the evening.

“thank you,” you muse, looking down at his sleek black shirt. it hugs his arms in all the right places, the first few buttons undone and giving you a glimpse to the sweat beading on his chest underneath. “you look very handsome.”

carlos feels his mouth run dry. here you are, looking so unbelievably pretty, and staring at him. it was dizzying — you were his best friend’s little sister, for god’s sake. he needed to push these feelings down, six feet under.

“i’m going to get a drink,” he blurts out suddenly. “do you want one?”

you’re not finished the one lando got you yet, but you agree anyway. carlos clambers to his feet and hurried to the bar, away from your temptation quicker than he means to. you watch him go, searching in wonder for what the matter was. when, after thirty minutes, he doesn’t return, you go look for him.

he’s not at the bar, but luisa is and she hasn’t seen the spaniard. he’s not on the dancefloor or back at the tables. in a last resort, you stick your head outside. there’s a few stragglers around, none of which you know, and then there’s carlos. he’s leaning against the wall, eyes closed and breathing deeply.

“carlos?” your sweet voice rings out in his ears and he’s convinced he’s fallen asleep, the vision of you appearing in his dreams. but you touch his arm then, checking if he’s still alive. “you alright?”

“hm?” he murmurs, eyes flickering open to you. “oh. you found me.”

“yeah,” lips pulling into a smirk, you try your best not to seem too amused. he’s evidently drunker than when he left you at the couch, swaying on his feet and struggling to keep his big brown eyes open.

“i had a drink at the bar,” he confesses, words blurring together. “and then i had yours, too. sorry.”

“it’s okay,” you giggle, keeping a hand on his side as he almost veers quickly to the left. “maybe we should get you home, no?”

carlos looks at you, nodding after a minute of registering your words. he keeps looking at you, how nice your hair looks and the way your eyes shine up at him in worry. he could look at your for the rest of his days, if only you’d let him.

it’s on the tip of his tongue, his heart rising to pour out of his throat. but then you’re guiding him to a cab and reaching across him to buckle his seatbelt, and the words crumble up and fall back to his stomach.

you take him back to lando’s place since you have a key, and because you’re not sure what you would do being alone with carlos in his apartment. keeping a close eye on the drunk driver, you let both of you into your brother’s central monaco apartment, slipping off your heels to ease your guidance of carlos to the couch.

“i’ll get you some water.” filling a glass in the kitchen, you bring it back to him as quickly as you can. his hands aren’t fully functional, so you balance the rim of the glass at his lips, letting him take small sips of hydration.

“you’re so nice. so good to me,” carlos slurs, ends of words getting lost in the air between you. it warms your heart, his drunken stupor and compliments, cheeks warming with each one you can actually decipher.

“and so pretty,” he continues, resting back against the cushions with closed eyes. the alcohol clearing inhabiting his filter makes you slow, eventually freezing. “always wanted to tell you how much i like you. but lando, didn’t want to make things weird. but i like you, i really do.”

surely he meant as a friend. right? he always treated you as lando’s sister, never flirting or pushing any lines. was that respect purely because he feared making things awkward? had he liked you all along — all those days you were caught looking at him a little too long, or finding excuses to talk to him and walk by his side.

“might even love you.”

then you really freeze. your fingers grip the glass of water so tightly you’re sure it could break. you stare at him, waiting for his drunken facade to break and the cameras to appear, pointing you out as the joke all along.

“no — not might. i do. i do love you. so much,” carlos whispers, as if it’s the biggest secret in the world. he slips into sleep before you can question his confession or even think about replying. if you did, you doubt he would remember in the morning.

quietly smiling to yourself, you shift his frame to lay flat on the couch, draping a soft blanket over his sleeping body. you take a moment to admire his soft breathing, his plump lips, his long lashes.

suddenly, you can’t wait for morning. for sober confessions and the beginning of all you ever wanted. a drunk man’s words were a sober man’s thoughts, weren’t they?

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cocogum · 2 months

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Let’s TALK about episodes 9 and 10 people… (part 2)

PART 1 : HERE

(‼️SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4‼️)

And of course, we got Qilby who’s finally got the eliatrope dofus back and left the chat. I liked how he was talking to Shinonome tho even if she was still in their shared dofus. This taught me that even if one sibling is alive, they can still communicate with their twin in their dofus.

And here we go again with Qilby wanting to make A NEW ELIACUBE. Only this time, he’ll name that one the “Eliasphere”.

Because of this, it was finally confirmed that Lokus was a mechasm. And it all makes perfect sense now.

When Qilby finally reached Lokus’ heart, we get flashes and quick imageries of those very same mechasms. When we pause on every single one of them, we get to see these:

(I love how these mechasms kinda look like biblical angels tho lol)

Yeah, we’re screwed.

And then we’re back with Yugo and my god he keeps convulsing so much I’m so confused as to how he can keep talking so normally after all this.

I didn’t even try to screenshot this at a good angle, this is exactly what happened when I just took it. It’s perfect.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS SHOT?!? I know how some of us have seen this scene as a preview for the episode but I just LOVE how good this looks. The colors and the vibe are sending me!! I still also remember how people used to theorize on who this could have been lying down in front of Toross back when we didn’t know it was Yugo. I heard things like Amalia, Nora, Yugo obviously, and even Efrim. Those were some fun times…

Bro. I can’t stop staring.

I know he’s going through hell right now but like….damn he’s built. He’s such a slut.

*clears throat*

😩❤️‍🔥💖🎶DADDY’S HOME🎶💖❤️‍🔥😩‼️‼️‼️

I believe his growth and powers should get elevated to fight stronger opponents which is why I am happy that he grew 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢 I only want the best for him after all 🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢🧢

Yugo just accepted death when you think about it. When Oropo explained to him what the necromes would do and what would become of him, Yugo was lost yes but he accepted it. He welcomed it even. Right after that, we see him fighting with Bouillon and smiling. He’s smiling when he shouldn’t be. But because Oropo told him he’d make him stop thinking about the outside world, he’s smiling. The slow process of his death was currently happening and Yugo couldn’t do a thing.

That’s what frustrates me but makes me admire Yugo. It’s the fact that he always gets so close to death but when he learns that there’s finally nothing he can do about it, he just accepts it.

I think that’s pretty respectable but….

WHY DO U THINK LIKE THAT?!?!?

Honestly he can be even dumber than Dally sometimes.

He’s such a dummy THAT HE’S SMILING LIKE A DUMBASS CHILD WHILE FIGHTING BOUILLON

I just-

I can’t handle his smugness stop.

STOP!!!

But in all seriousness tho I gotta address Nora.

Because omg Nora.

I genuinely feel so horrible for her.

She spent thousands of years searching for her mother with Efrim. She spent so many years of her life looking for her mother and never gave up. She almost lost the connection and then got it back and when she finally found her, she lost Efrim, then went with her mother and has done nothing else but listen to her mother, give out orders for her, and try to be the center of the family circle so she could keep its balance.

She has realized that she will no longer be able to be reborn like her other siblings and will eventually stay stuck in her dofus for all eternity. She is aware that when she dies, she won’t be remembered by her other siblings and her place in the council of six will fade away as if all those thousands of years spent with them happened for nothing. The only one who will remember her will be Qilby who will think of her as the long-lost sister none of the others remember and will ever get to meet her. She will disappear in the face of the krosmoz and will never come back.

As if things couldn’t get any worse, she gets tricked by Efrim and gets statufied so that her powers can be used by Toross whenever he wants to. Her situation became ironic, even laughable too. Because now, instead of dying and not being able to go back to her dofus, she is physically incapable of moving and will forever be used by Toross. No matter the outcome, Nora can’t come back to her dofus. Compared to Yugo, Toross doesn’t let out a tear at his action inflicted on Nora and instead thanks her. Nora’s last memory of all of this is Toross telling her how the world will have nothing but hunger.

“You can't do this! Have mercy! Don’t make me responsible for the end of the world!”

In the end, her last word was her brother’s name.

Nora deserved more.

All she had done as of now was help others and try to fix what she could. She never stopped to think about what she could’ve done for herself.

That Qilby vs Lokus fight is just *chef’s kiss*

“My brother, my king.”

Qilby is a real legend.

Now some people might wonder why his death was considered a sad one when he can just die, get reborn, and not lose any of his memories. While that is technically true, he’s not losing anything. And that’s exactly why it’s sad. Qilby can’t lose anything no matter what he does. Which is why he had no trouble dying. If dying meant helping Yugo find some way to obtain Lokus’ heart, then he’d do it. Unlike his siblings, he’s the only one able to confidently have that mindset and say it’s nothing to worry about. He did it for his king so that like he told Yugo:

“I hope that when we wake up, the planets will still be here.”

And this is why Yugo cried for him.

Despite being rejected over and over again, despite being called a traitor, despite being called a monster and a killer, Qilby stayed true to himself even until the end. Qilby’s sense of wonder and curiosity, the very same things that had made him look like a freak to Yugo, is what saved his king.

#wakfu #ankama #krosmoz #wakfu yugo #wakfu season 4 #wakfu s4 #wakfu review #wakfu reviews #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 #yugo wakfu #yugo #wakfu season 4 episodes 9 and 10 review #wakfu nora #wakfu qilby

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w1ldthoughts · 3 months

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Social Media QB

Anon Requested

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

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The reputation of the Chargers social media team was unmatched. They are known for being funny and up to date on all memes and pop culture references while also showcasing players’ personalities. That alone made you apply and this past year on the job had really been a once in a lifetime experience. Working with Megan and the crew was a daily adventure and you were becoming more and more comfortable calling the guys your friends. It even got to a point where you didn’t even call them by their names anymore.

Keenan was usually “slay” or “slayer.” Mike was always “Mike Dub”, Michael Davis was “Vato” and your favorite nickname was definitely calling Justin “Sunshine.” At first it was a Remember the Titans reference but it became a lifestyle. Everything and everyone revolves around the sun and that’s exactly what it felt like when you were at work. All of the players were important and special but you could just feel the energy in the room shift when Justin was there. It was palpable, it almost took your breath away sometimes.

Off camera he was goofy, funny and had this uncanny ability to make the world stand still for a bit, even just for a few fleeting moments where it felt like you two were the only ones in the room. But then reality would hit and you were reminded that you work for the team and he’d never see you in that way, he was just nice to everyone he encountered. But on camera? It was all fun and games. There was a running joke, mostly based on his real feelings, that Justin hated cameras. He couldn’t stand being the center of attention or having people perceive him so he avoided the social media team altogether when phones were pointed in his direction.

But sometimes, a rarity, you were able to get him on camera, even if it was just for a split second. The two of you reviewed the questions he was going to be asked before their Hot Ones appearance and there was ALWAYS a discussion, more like subtle begging if you all were going to have him participate in any content.

“We need Justin for this new segment we’re doing, so you’re gonna have to talk to him.” Megan sighs, grabbing her Stanley cup that was sitting on the counter. She’d just finished editing a video where she and her assistant put fart spray on the tiny mic and could still feel the rancid scent on her clothes.

You were going through photos taken during practice earlier that morning and deciding which ones to post. “Why do I have to do it?”

Lorren and Allie giggle in the corner, shaking their heads. “You cannot be serious right now y/n,” Lorren gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“We all know you and Justin have a thing for each other. Even if you won’t admit to us…or yourself. It’s pretty obvious.”

You raised your head up from your laptop, staring at them while also wracking your brain trying to figure out when your innocent crush had become so painfully obvious. If the girls knew, then Justin had probably somehow caught on and the thought of that made you want to dig a hole right outside on the practice field and never come out. “Is—am I that easy to read?”

“No one blames you,” Megan runs a loving hand on your shoulder. “And I’m sure you’ve been trying so hard to hide your feelings that you haven’t noticed that he’s doing an even worse job of hiding his massive crush on you.”

The look on your face sends the room into a fit of laughter. “We’re being serious. The way he looks at you and acts around you. Anyone can see he’s into you friend.”

You weren’t convinced, “I need an example.”

“Okay fine,” Lorren stands up to prepare a demonstration. “He wasn’t ready to put the mics on when he was mic’d up until you walked over and helped him get the mic in the perfect spot in his pads. And then he wore the friendship bracelet for six weeks because you handed it to him.”

Allie pipes up to put in her two cents. “And let’s not forget when he had you driving him around the golf tournament and kicked Zion to the curb. There’s no way all of those are just a coincidence.”

“Fine. I’ll go ask him if he’ll shoot the video for us but I’m not going to lose my job because of a meaningless crush on the starting quarterback.”

You waited around for the guys to leave treatment after practice and caught up with him on his way out. “Hey Sunshine, quick question for you.”

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink and he gives you a small tight-lipped smile. “What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a huge favor and be in this tik tok. It’s a short game and it’ll only take like 15 minutes.”

His deadpan face and disappointed dad sigh has you practically begging, saying “please” in your finest sing-song tone.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” You knew he’d crack, he always did. “On one condition. You also have to participate.”

You hold your hand out and he engulfs it with his much larger one. “You’ve got yourself a deal Herbert.”

“Okay the rules of the game are simple,” Megan begins from behind her phone screen before hitting record, “we’re going to give you these Canadian snacks and you’ll rate them on a scale from 1 to 10. One being it’s awful I’ll never touch that again and 10 being a solid snack that you’d eat everyday if given the opportunity.”

You and Justin nod, diving in on everything from the ketchup chips to the toffee. The video didn’t take long as promised and the quarterback went about the rest of his day with no further distractions.

In your office a few days later on the team’s off day, you were contemplating your life. Maybe you should take a step back from him so people didn’t get the wrong idea. Sure, your coworkers were convinced the crush was mutual but what if he was just being nice? He was always so focused on football and making the most out of every opportunity why in the world would he waste time flirting with a social media manager? It just made no sense. Instead of continuing to run a million imaginary scenarios in your mind you packed up your stuff and tried heading out to the parking lot. Even after all this time you still struggled to maneuver all the twists and turns of the building and somehow found yourself walking past the quarterback room. You intended to just keep walking but he was in there alone and called out your name when he saw you.

“What are you doing here? I didn’t think anyone would be in the building today.” His bright eyes staring down at you made your heart feel like it was beating out of your chest. You desperately needed to get it together.

“I came in to finish up a few things but I’m heading out now. What are you doing? I think you’ve watched enough film to last you a couple lifetimes.” That gets a light chuckle out of him and he shakes his head, the two of you knowing that his quest for perfection would never allow him to believe he’s watched enough film. “Thank you for shooting that video the other day. The fans are gonna love it, they’re always begging us to get you on camera.”

“No problem, anything for you.” He clears his throat after whispering the last part, desperately hoping that you didn’t hear it. Even though you definitely did. You should go home for the day and leave him alone in the office so he can get back to work. You should stop staring at his lips that look so soft and just begging to be kissed. He should turn around and get back to the playbook and the computer but here he is, standing still right in front of you.

You’re just here, waiting for some to rip the carpet out from under you, to fall on your face, for someone to tell you that this isn’t actually happening. The space between your bodies diminishes significantly, so much so that you can smell the Dr. Squatch Birchwood Breeze radiating off of him. It’s intoxicating and you swallow the fear in your gut and ignore all of the common sense thoughts plaguing your mind, allowing you to feel.

The kiss is tentative at first, he pulls back slightly, whispering if it’s okay to keep going as you felt his breath against your lips. You don’t respond but instead pull him in closer, hearing a satisfied husky moan from him as he allowed your tongue access to his. His right palm rests against your cheek until he’s tilting your head up ever so slightly to deepen the embrace and he picks you up, holding on for dear life while closing and locking the door behind you. It was so much more than he imagined, these feelings that he’d been pushing aside were being confronted and magnified by the second. This innocent crush that you had on him were genuine, real feelings that created a deep ache in your bones, actively being soothed with his hands all over you as the two of you made out like helpless teenagers.

You didn’t think you’d have the strength to tear yourself away from him…until his phone rings. He ignores it the first time but it’s all you can think about by the fifth ring.

“Answer it,” you whisper breathlessly as he places you back on your feet. A thousand unspoken apologies are painted on his face as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He keeps the call short and sweet but the look of devastation is clear when he hangs up. “You have to go don’t you?”

“I’m so sorry. We can—we need to talk about this I know. And I promise we will I just, I need to take care of this.” He doesn’t want to leave, not like this. Even if he knows you understand. Justin presses a kiss to the side of your head and whispers another “I’m so sorry” leaving you in the room to think about what just happened.

You walk around the empty parking lot until you reach your car, letting out a deep sigh at the thought of what the conversation with him is going to look like after this. You need to be mentally prepared for good news, bad news and everything in between.

He is the sun after all. And sometimes when you stand too close, you might get burned. And maybe, just maybe, you’d avoid the burn altogether and bask in the warmth as long as you can.

#Justin Herbert #justin herbert fluff #justin herbert imagine #Justin Herbert x reader #justin herbert fanfic

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oddaesthetin · 10 months

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them as the type of s/o that knows immediately that their partner is pregnant when the owner of the uterus doesn’t even know themselves

“you’re creeping me out.”

“creeping you out how?”

you look at him with a scowl. unsure if he’s doing this on purpose to spite you or if he’s really just as clueless as the face he’s pretending to make. it’s the third time he’s done something like this today. it was six times yesterday, and five times the day before— he kept doing something nice for you. you made sure to keep count of it as it’s not every day that he’ll volunteer to do the laundry, vacuum the house, or go full length and prepare a whole massage treatment at home for you, with him being the masseuse of course. the weirdest thing he’d done today which pushed you to ask that question again is when he insisted to do your paperwork for you because quote-unquote, “you might overwork yourself.” yeah, you'd keep tabs on them, too.

you don’t doubt him being kind, but in your 3 years of relationship, this sure is the first time he’s put so, so much, unusual than the usual amount, of effort in treating you like you’re a queen.

with curious eyes still watching his focused figure, you asked, “why are you acting like this? did you do something bad? are you dying?”

he paused from what he was doing and looked at you for a short moment, before standing up to go to the bathroom.

confusion still hasn’t left your gaze as you followed him in there, and stopped, when he faced you with a grin that you’re not so sure if playful or pure smug. that was also when you noticed the thing he was holding.

“oh no. I am so not pregnant.” a deadpan statement. bewildered by the audacity.

“oh, sweetheart, of course, you are.” he assertively put the stick in your hand and gave you a nudge, which you think is for motivational purposes. “come on, try.”

“did my uterus migrate onto you or something to make you that certain, that I am, indeed, carrying a child?” you asked while pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door.

“my child.” he giggles. “our child.”

you started to undo your pants when he followed with the usual dramatic sigh, “my sweet honey, you never fail to make me appalled by how you still find the audacity to question my ability and intelligence on these kinds of things.”

you remained quiet doing the business. silence reigned as you both were waiting for the result. just as you were feeling the saying “it feels like forever” with how long it was seemingly taking, he spoke again.

“five minute’s up. it should be done by now.”

you rolled your eyes at the tall know-it-all outside your bathroom door.

with the silent dropping of your jaw, you hastily opened the door and stared him straightly in the eye. your face modeled the emotions of surprise, shock, and amazement, while he let out a loud chuckle and shook his head.

“how the hell did you know?”

with eyes sparkling and lips beaming with smug and glee, crossed arms, he leaned against the door frame. “aside from the fact that I’m undoubtedly absolutely smart, if it’s you, of course, I’ll know.”

—-

and u kissed after that and did all the scenarios you wanna have on this little drabble’s ending lol

— Osamu Dazai, (and Nakahara Chuuya, YES YES I SEE HIM BEIN LIKE THIS except for the tall part JK), Edogawa Ranpo, Saigiku Jouno, Ryouta Kise, Tsukishima Kei, Rintarou Suna, Oikawa Toruu, Tetsurou Kuroo, Satori Tendou, Koshi Sugawara, Yaku Morisuke, (and Terushima Yuuji, too!), Satoru Gojo, Itadori Yuuji, Souma Shiki

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this one’s supposedly for Dazai only but I remembered a lot of these characters while writing so y the hell not

LMAO I CHANGED ALL THE UPPERCASED LETTER INTO LOWERCASE CAUSE I WAS BORED & IM IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE MYSELF SLEEPY CAUSE IT’S ALREADY FCKING 5 IN THE MORNING BUT 🥲 BUT IM STILL WIDE AWAKE AF TO NO AVAIL

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rubberfuckey · 11 months

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summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare. Some light smut for your Monday evening (:

part one part two part three part four part five part six

wc: 3.1k

a/n: i just want to thank everyone for all the support in this series! as always, let me know what you think! hope y'all love it!

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talk to me

You woke up the next morning, opening your eyes with a groan. It was way too bright, you turned over to see if Rafe was up but he was gone. You sat up and tried to flatten your hair down, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You grabbed your phone on the table next to you and noticed a Tylenol and bottle of water sitting there too. You mentally thanked the high heavens and took it immediately. You stood up to go find Rafe and noticed the ring still on your finger, you had forgotten to take it off before you went to sleep. You didn’t want to take it off though, it belonged right on your finger. Rafe walked into the room, catching you staring down at it.

“You’re still wearing it?” He asked with a hint of hope in his voice.

“Yeah, I mean you gave it to me, right?” You tried to act casual about it.

He smiled brightly and picked you up to spin you around in a hug as you giggled.

“Rafe stop, I have to go brush my teeth,” you laughed.

He dropped you down and watched you walk to the bathroom, his shirt riding up on your legs as you reached for the top shelf of the cabinet.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” He asked and you nodded.

“Yea, I figured with the way you were snoring and drooling all over me.”

“Oh please, like you’ve never done that to me before,” you said, toothpaste still in your mouth. He chuckled and laid back on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. You finished up in the bathroom and crawled over him to the other side of the bed to grab your phone.

“Aw, my dad asked if I need any help packing today.”

You thanked him anyway and told him how excited you were to be officially moved back by the end of the day.

“We should probably get on the road.”

You nodded as you both walked to the front door. Rose had stopped you both on the way out, “Hey I’m leaving tomorrow and going out of town for a few days so Wheezie is staying with her friend. Would it kill you to water the flowers while I’m out?”

Rafe immediately looked at you, “She’s got it.”

You rolled your eyes but nodded anyways, “I’ll take care of it.”

She thanked you as you both got in his truck and pulled off. ‘Empty house?’ he thought.

A few hours later you arrived at your apartment, the moving boxes you had ordered online were sitting right outside your door. You sighed as you walked in, looking around at your fully furnished apartment for the last time.

“Wow, it looks really nice in here,” Rafe said.

You thanked him and immediately got to work. You connected your phone to the speaker and took it room by room, starting with your bedroom, and Rafe working on the living room. It was like who you are as a person exploded all over the place, this apartment was so perfectly you. He wanted to be completely encompassed by you like this all of the time.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t just move all this stuff to Tannyhill? You can live with us.”

“You’re gonna have to work a little harder for that,” you teased as he smiled, “And I really am looking forward to being back in my parent’s house, even if I have spent every night at your house.”

Packing went by like a breeze, there wasn’t much to take. The apartment was already furnished by your school so you just had boxes of your belongings, all fitting in the truck in one trip. You stopped for a quick lunch on the way back to Kildare and you grabbed the tab as a thank you for his help while Rafe went to the bathroom.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Because you helped me so much today, the least I could do is pay for your burger.”

He shook his head, “Well, thank you, but you should’ve let me pay.”

You knew he would be against you paying, that’s why you had to be sneaky about it.

“I do need to look for a job now that I’m home, I never got one while I was living here so I pretty much drained my savings.”

“Or, you could just not work. You know I’ll take care of you.”

You shook your head immediately, “You can’t just buy everything I need or want. I need to be able to provide for myself.”

“What other reason was there for me to melt down an ancient cross if I can't take care of the people I love?” He laughed.

You deadpanned, “Not funny.”

He laughed it off as you stood up to get back in the truck.

“Ready?” You asked, sticking your hand out for him to take.

He took it and pulled you to the truck.

The rest of the ride was quiet, after he declined your offer to drive to give him a break, you knocked out for the rest of the drive. He looked over at you while he was stopped at a red light and couldn’t believe his luck. You were the most beautiful girl in the world to him, and the ring he had given you was still on your finger. He would do anything to keep it that way, forever. Forever never scared him with you, not being together for the rest of your lives terrified him. He needed you, and everyone knew it. You stirred awake after he hit a pothole and opened your eyes slowly to look at him. You smiled to yourself. He’s so handsome, and he’s all mine. You reached out for his arm that was leaned against the center console and wrapped your arms around it, resting your head on his shoulder, falling back asleep quickly. He woke you up once he had pulled up in front of your house. You jumped out and walked up to the door, your parents opening the door before you could even reach for the handle.

“You’re home!” Your mom cried.

“We’re so happy to have you back!” Your dad cheered.

They pulled you into a group hug and you pulled away to see Rafe grabbing boxes already.

“Someone’s eager to have you officially back in the Outer Banks,” your mom flashed you a look, as you flailed your arms around to defend yourself from their teasing pokes and prods. She gasped and grabbed your hand, the sight of your old ring catching her eye.

“I knew it!” She whispered screamed before Rafe turned around, “Hi honey!” She said, trying to play off her excitement.

He chuckled, “Hi Mrs. Y/L/N! It’s great to see you both again.”

He came up the steps with two boxes in his hands, “Where do you want these?”

“Just set them anywhere, Rafe, you should take a break. You’ve already done more than enough today.”

He ignored you and carried them up to your bedroom, immediately coming down the stairs to grab more as you stood there talking to your parents about the ride. You sighed happily, “I should probably go help him, he won’t stop until it’s done and I don’t want him to have to do everything on his own.”

Your parents nodded as they went inside to sit down while you continued carrying the boxes in. Once everything was in, Rafe helped you open everything back up to unpack it back into your room. Your mother came up the stairs and watched in the doorway as you talked quietly, moving around each other to place things where they belong.

“You guys hungry? I was thinking about ordering a pizza,” she asked.

You look to Rafe and he shrugged, “I could eat.”

You smiled and nodded in agreeance, it had been hours since your lunch.

You continued to unpack until the food was delivered. You went downstairs and sat in front of the tv, eating with your parents. It all felt so normal. He followed you back up the stairs, and you finished emptying all the boxes.

“Wow, I can’t believe we got it all done,” you sighed, sitting down on your bed.

“We make a good team,” you smiled, “and a hot couple,” he added. You swatted his chest and let out a belly laugh.

“Shut up,” you laughed as he looked at you with a bright smile on his face. Your laughter died down, but he still held the same look on his face, nothing but love and adoration. Your cheeks grew red under his intense stare before you both started moving toward each other slowly. Just as your lips were about to connect, your mom knocked on your open door frame, obviously catching what was about to happen.

“Sorry to interrupt, Rafe, are you staying the night?”

Neither of you had talked about it, he looked to you as you silently communicated that it was fine with you.

“Would that be okay?” he asked politely.

“Sure, just none of what I almost walked into, got it?”

He nodded his head furiously fast, “Yes, of course, won’t happen again… well,”

“Rafe!” you cut him off, shaking your head.

Your mom laughed and left you two alone, you flopped back onto your back in your bed as he looked down at you.

“So I was thinking,”

“Uh oh,” you cut him off.

He rolled his eyes before continuing, “Anyways, I was thinking since Rose and Wheezie aren’t going to be at Tannyhill, maybe we should celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?”

“You being back, obviously. You’re officially home, we should throw a party to let everyone know!”

“I don’t know, Rafe,” you sighed, nervously.

He was immediately frustrated, he thought you would be excited.

“Come on, Y/N. What’s the issue?”

“A party, Rafe? All the alcohol and the drugs? I’m just worried about you. Can you handle all that?”

You didn’t mean it in an undermining way, but he sure did take it like that. He shook his head, sighing.

“Rafe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like-”

“I’m good. I can take care of my shit, okay? You don’t need to worry about me like I’m some kid.”

“Rafe,”

“No. Can’t you see how damn hard I’m working on being better? I wanted to do something nice for you,” he raised his voice.

You sat up on the end of your bed, nodding with tears pricking your eyes. He scoffed as he walked to the opposite end of the room, staring at you as you wiped the tear falling from your eye. You didn’t want him to be upset, you didn’t want to go through these issues again.

“Rafe, I know you-”

“Just forget it, Y/N. We don’t have to do anything. Fuck it.”

You didn’t say anything else, walking past him to get to the bathroom, immediately getting in the shower to wash the sweat and dirt off yourself from moving all day. When you got out, wrapping yourself in a towel, you partially had expected him to leave, but there he was. Sitting on the floor in front of the foot of your bed. You stayed silent, going over to grab a pair of underwear from the drawer, putting them on under your towel. You heard him moving, coming up behind you. He bent down to whisper in your ear, hugging your waist from behind.

“I’m sorry,” he huffed.

Chills rolled down your spine as he whispered apologies into your ear, his breath floating down to your neck. You nodded, still not saying a word, turning around to look up at him.

“A party would be fun,” you whispered, still nervous about his reaction.

“No, if it’s going to stress you out then we shouldn’t.”

“You really think you can handle being in that kind of environment?”

He stopped before he rolled his eyes again, didn’t you just talk about this?

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Then I trust you.”

He instantly felt guilty hearing those words, he just yelled at you, and for what? You cried. He felt like the biggest piece of shit in the world. You didn’t deserve that.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“No, it’s okay,”

“It’s not okay, I yelled at you just for being worried. I’m so sorry.”

He repeated the apologies frantically, are you going to ditch him now?

“Rafe, I accept your apology it’s okay.”

He started to hyperventilate at the thought of ruining everything. Every emotion of his flipped like a switch. You put your arms around his neck and leaned up to press your lips against his, thinking ‘Maybe that’ll help him calm down’. You kissed him eagerly, trying to convey everything he couldn’t comprehend in his current state. He immediately grabbed your face with both his hands, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. You reached up to pull at his hair, causing him to groan. Your tongues moved together and you could feel yourself getting wetter, this time not caring about the consequences of your actions. You pushed him back until he fell onto the bed, you were climbing right on top of him. The towel fell as you continued kissing and you didn’t bother to fix it. He broke the kiss after feeling the fabric move, and his jaw dropped at the sight of you sitting on top of him, topless and only wearing underwear. He threw his head back against the bed in disbelief, “I don’t deserve you.”

You leaned down to kiss his neck, “Yes you do. You deserve everything good in this world.”

He groaned as you rocked your hips against his, feeling him grow underneath you. You continued kissing until he broke out of his trance and demanded control of the situation. Flipping you over, he got up quickly to lock your bedroom door and rip his shirt off. You giggled as he practically ran back over to you, trapping you in another heated kiss. He grabbed at your chest, before immediately moving down to suck your nipple. You surprised yourself with how loud you moaned at the feeling and slapped your hand over your mouth. He looked up at you with a smile on his face before he moved to the other nipple. You whimpered at the feeling and bit your lip to keep quiet. He kept his mouth on your neck, collarbone, and chest, not leaving an inch of your upper half unkissed. His hand moved down to your underwear, teasing the waistband as you giggled at the ticklish feeling. He moved your underwear to the side and immediately ran a finger along your folds, looking up to watch your face. He chuckled at how disheveled you already were, not to mention completely soaking wet.

“This okay, baby?” he whispered huskily in your ear as you nodded eagerly. He readjusted his fingers to instantly find your clit and started rubbing it perfectly.

“Oh, Rafe,” you cried.

“I know this pussy better than anyone else, huh?”

You nodded frantically as he sped up, teasing your slit as he did. You grabbed the arm that was holding him up and held onto it tightly as he sped up his movements until he finally dipped a finger into you, he retracted to play with you with two fingers this time, your nails digging into his arm as your back arched. A moan fell from your lips as he curled his fingers, he continued as he moved down to bite at your neck. He kissed lower down your body until he was finally at eye level with your pussy.

He slowed his fingers and he looked up at you, “I hope you know how sorry I am for upsetting you earlier.”

He reached his left hand up to grab yours, intertwining your fingers as you squeezed his hand.

“Rafe,” you whispered breathlessly, but no other words came out as he instantly licked a stripe from where his fingers were and right up to your clit, circling it with his tongue. You grabbed his hair and moved your hips as he continued his movements, groaning at the taste of you.

“So fucking sweet baby. I wish I could eat this pussy all day long, every day. You deserve it.”

You were at a loss for words and he got back to it, scissoring his fingers and slurping at your clit loudly. You cried out, feeling close to your orgasm already. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing him harder onto your face and you bucked your hips. He groaned, he loved when you lost yourself like this, completely using him for your pleasure.

His name left your lips repeatedly, “Please don’t stop,” you cried.

He moved his hand out of yours to hold you down by your waist. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?”

You nodded, tears pricking your eyes, this time the good kind. He groaned at an extra harsh pull of his hair and the vibration was all you needed before you fell apart. You moaned out, grabbing the pillow on your bed to silence yourself. He didn’t stop until your legs closed around his head out of instinct. He pulled away as he watched your chest heave, smiling at the mess you’ve become.

“Holy shit, Rafe.”

“Did you like that?” He teased, with a proud smile on his face.

You just nodded, leaning up the meet his lips, you groaned at the taste of yourself and reached down to grab his dick. He grabbed your hand to stop you from continuing.

“No baby, tonight was about you. We’re still taking it slow, I just wanted to make up for earlier.”

You nodded, too exhausted from that amazing orgasm to fight. He helped you pull your underwear back on and cuddled up next to you, pulling the covers over the two of you and hitting the switch on your lamp. He whispered a soft ‘goodnight’ but he already knew you were asleep.

part eight

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Six

“Daddy’s little psycho and Mommy’s little soldier.”

Josh Kiszka x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: I am SO FUCKING SORRY for dragging this out as long as I have. Life has been crazy and work has been nonstop. However, I do hope y'all like this latest chapter, or as I like to call it, the smut before the storm.

Word Count: 8445

Warnings: SMUT, COMPLETELY NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral m!receiving, thigh riding, unprotected penetrative sex (she's a vampire but wrap it up IRL y'all), swearing, allusions to violence, creepy flashbacks, blood mentions.

Jake was a light sleeper, and his mother would often tell people she could never put him down without him waking up as soon as her hands left his swaddled form, the only solution was to put him directly next to his twin, who slept like a log most of the time. Even as they got older if they sat next to each other too long on the couch they’d be out cold within a few minutes. And in any other scenario, just being in the same apartment as Josh would’ve had him out like a light, but still sleep evaded him. He knew he needed to get some form of shut-eye, but every creak or noise in the room had his eyes flying open, ready to jump up in case that…creature tried anything stupid.

That was the other thing that had his mind racing, the fact that a Vampire was sleeping soundly next to his brother of all people, and the fact that he saw with his own eyes that same brother cuddle up and spoon the fucking thing. The conversation the twins shared outside ran through his mind…

Jake stomped down the stairs of Josh’s building, not ready to even talk to him, yet having a million things to say at the same time. His mind was reeling over what he had just witnessed, and no amount of rationalization could wrap his head around it.

“Jake just listen-,” Josh started as they exited the front door of the building and down the steps.

“If this is where you give me the ‘she’s different’ speech, I don’t want to hear it.”

Josh rolled his eyes, “well she is.”

Jake spun around to face him, “I just can’t believe you’re the one who got soft over one of them. After all we’ve been through? What we’ve seen? They threatened to kidnap Sammy and turn him when he was four, Josh.”

Josh crossed his arms and squared his shoulders, “I know that.”

“And yet here you are, holding hands with one, letting her walk around in your, no my, clothes. This job was supposed to be so simple, that’s why Dad let you go alone for it. All you had to do was come here, figure out which Vampire was being reckless, exterminate it, and come back home. That was it. But instead you get this little apartment, take absolutely way too long on what should’ve been a week-long job tops, and now you’re sleeping with quite literally the fucking enemy and you want me to be more understanding? The last time we spoke she was your lead suspect! I just-,” as Jake argued, he stared at his brother long enough to notice some blood on Josh’s neck. It wasn’t a lot, but it was dry and flaked on his skin, letting him know it had been there for awhile.

Exhaling sharply through his nose he said in a low tone, “is that blood hers…or yours…” Josh sighed and closed his eyes for a second, which answered Jake's question for him, “Jesus Christ…she fed on you? What the fuck, man?”

“It’s not what you think.”

Jake’s eyes went wide and he hung his head forward in disbelief, “the fuck do you mean ‘its not what you think’?! Who even are you anymore?”

“Listen, it wasn’t a planned thing. And for your information, she’s no longer my lead anymore.”

Jake mockingly breathed a sigh of relief, “oh well that’s good, I’m so glad you’re cracking the case with your-”

Josh couldn’t take it anymore, and backed Jake across the sidewalk and against the door of his car, “do I have to bring up Cecilia again to point out how hypocritical you’re being right now?

Jake stared at Josh, and watched his nostrils flare as he huffed in his face. If someone had told him weeks ago that he’d be having this conversation with him, he’d tell them they need to lay off the drugs and to get the fuck out of his face. “I just…I don’t get it,” he said softly.

Josh adjusted his grip on his shoulders, “it’s not your job to ‘get it’.”

Jake relaxed against the car, not wanting to fight anymore, “but I always get it…with you? We always understand each other, but this…I don’t understand this at all.”

Josh’s eyes softened at his twin, letting his words wash over him. He was right, that they never questioned each other over anything because they just understood each other automatically. Their parents always wrote it off as being a ‘twin thing’ and would tell them it was a strength of theirs that other people didn’t have. On the outside it was an asset, but to them personally it was just something automatic like breathing.

“You’re just going to have to trust me. And maybe…maybe try to get to know her at least.”

Jake tilted his head, “you want me to get to know her?”

Josh rolled his eyes again, “or at least stop being a fucking dick. I know you don’t want to hear this, but she is different, Jake. I know it's hard, and it took me a lot longer than you think it did to see it, but she is.”

Jake relented, “if she tries anything…or even looks at you funny, I will not hesitate to put her down, and you’re just going to have to get over that.”

Jake’s arm around CiCi tightened as he blinked and pushed the memory away, not wanting to get pissed all over again. His eyelids were finally growing heavy, and he used what was left of his energy to relax enough so that sleep could creep up on him and take over.

~!~

Hours later, when the sun had stepped aside for the moon, you were growing restless in Josh’s arms. Memories were bleeding into your dreams, letting their foul existence contaminate your slumber.

You found yourself back in the house you grew up in, sitting next to the Vampire who would become your Maker. On the floor before you, were the bodies of the rest of the occupants of the house. Various servants and the Lady of the house, bleeding out onto the floor. He had saved you for last. Ever since he had entered the door that night he had his eye on you.

His teeth were buried in your wrist, lapping and slurping up your blood like a starved animal. It was messy, dripping over his hands and onto the expensive couch you sat upon. The pain had you wincing hard, but you dared not make a sound, terrified of what he would do if you did.

He moaned against your wrist before popping off and staring at you with a mouth full of blood, “You won’t understand this…but your blood tastes like cherries…”

The way he looked at you and talked to you had your stomach in knots, “how,” you squeaked out.

“It's so difficult to describe to humans…but your blood is so sweet, little one. Sweet like cherries…ma chérie…,” he chuckled at his pun, before drawing a bloody finger to your cheek and staining your skin, “ma chérie…ma chérie…ma chér-”

You woke up with a jolt, panicking when you couldn’t immediately sit up due to the arms wrapped around your middle. Blindly you fought to pry the arm away from you, not awake enough to realize just who you were in bed with and where you were.

Your frantic movements and gasps woke Josh up instantly, and he sat up enough to look at you fully, “Hey…hey it's alright, what's wrong?”

His voice broke through the fog in your head, and you looked around to get your bearings. You were with Josh, in his little apartment, and it was night time finally. You were with Josh. You were safe. A warm hand reached up to cup your face, turning you towards him. The tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall made his brows knit together in worry. One slowly rolled down your face, his thumb catching it and rubbing it away.

You sniffed, trying to compose yourself. It was just a stupid dream; your subconscious taking you back to that time after you had talked about it earlier. Nothing more, nothing-

“Bad dream?”

You looked away, for once unable to meet those brown eyes. He continued to hold your face, not letting you physically turn away from him.

“It's nothing…”

“It’s not nothing if you’re this upset by it.”

“We all have bad dreams, Boy Scout,” you recalled the nightmare he had the other night, and how he also didn’t want to talk about what he saw.

He understood what you were implying, and nodded, “I get that, but-”

Across the apartment, Jake had also woken up because of your outburst, and he carefully sat up on the air mattress to look at the commotion. He silently watched his brother comfort you, and the way you melted back into his arms had him rolling his eyes. The way Josh spoke to you was a way Jake wasn’t used to hearing. He kept trying to convince himself that this was all part of some 4D chess move of yours, but the fact that Josh was literally unable to be Persuaded by you only added to Jake’s confusion.

Josh had gotten you to settle back down into bed, laying on your sides and facing each other. His hand was still holding your cheek, keeping you close. The tears had dried, and you had calmed down a little, no longer worried you were still in that house with your Maker.

Your fingers were wrapped around the wrist of the hand on your face, “safe to say the sun is down…,” you whispered.

“I guess so…”

Neither one of you wanted to leave the little bubble you had created, but you needed to go home, back to your own place. With a resigned sigh you say, “I should probably get going…

Josh shook his head, “you don’t have to.”

“Your brother would beg to differ,” Josh scoffed softly at the reminder, “plus I miss my own shower.”

“At least let me drive you home,” he offered.

“You don’t have-,” a thumb slid across your jaw and landed on your lips, silencing you.

“No, I think I do,” he said simply.

Back on the air mattress, Jake had had enough ‘rest’ and rather obnoxiously got up making as much noise as he could. His Witch rolled over to look at him, throwing him an exasperated look, harshly whispering his name. Jake paid her no mind as he loudly rifled through his bag, appearing to ‘organize’ his belongings, and set a few things on the coffee table. The light clatter of stakes landing on the surface sent an obvious message.

Josh sat up to see what his twin was doing, and immediately rolled his eyes at the little display Jake was making. He looked over at you, giving you a sympathetic look before slipping out of bed and walking towards Jake.

“What are you doing?”

Jake looked up at Josh and raised his eyebrows, “making myself at home?”

“Well, while you’re doing that, I’m going to take her home,” he said pointing his head towards you over his shoulder.

At this, Jake shot up to his full height and stepped closer to Josh, “you’re not seriously letting her take you back to her lair are you?”

You came up behind Josh with your things in your hands and nearly burst out laughing at Jake’s word choice, “my lair? Oh god I haven’t heard that one in nearly two decades. Jesus Christ, its a condo, Kiszka. I pay way too much for the HOA and everything.”

Josh eyed you curiously, “really?”

You sighed, “honestly I need to move but it's such a hassle and it was the only decent place available when I came back.”

He nodded in agreement, “that makes sense-”

Jake rubbed his face with his hand before interrupting, “ENOUGH, you’re not going with her.”

Your hunter slowly turned his head towards his twin, expression hardening and brows knitting together, “and who are you to make that decision?” The younger twin looked like he had been slapped while trying to form a rebuttal, but Josh seized on his silence, “that's what I thought.” With that, he turned to grab his keys from the spot on the floor they had landed the previous night.

“What are we supposed to do, in the meantime,” Jake complained. CiCi was standing now, and reached out to touch Jake's arm.

Josh huffed, “I don’t know…maybe take your girlfriend out on a date or something? She deserves it for putting up with you.” He shifted past Jake, stepping into the same shoes he had on outside, and turning around to check on you. While he and Jake bickered you had slipped on your heels from the night before, and the combination of your heels and his clothes (screw whatever Jake said, it hadn’t been his shirt in years) made his heart stutter for multiple reasons.

As you maneuvered around Jake, you looked over at CiCi and gave a small smile, “it was nice meeting you,”

CiCi nodded, “nice meeting you too.”

Rather pointedly, you ignored Jake and exited through the door as Josh held it open for you.

“Don’t wait up,” was all Josh said before he firmly shut the door behind him and followed you down the stairs.

Thankfully, none of Josh’s neighbors were out of their respective apartments and the journey down to the ground floor was uneventful. You followed him down to the sidewalk where he turned to the right and went down a few cars before stopping at a white Jeep, hitting the keyfob along the way to unlock it. It definitely screamed something that Josh would drive. Without a word he opened the door for you, and held out his hand for you to take to help you get in, a gesture that made you smile. As you settled in your seat Josh shut the door and nearly sprinted around the back to get to the drivers side.

It didn’t hit you until after he had silently handed you his phone to put in your address and he secured it to his dash mount how…normal it felt. This inner voice of your brain wanted to complain about how cliche it all was, but you tried not to listen to it.

It took four blocks for Josh’s hand to slowly migrate from the gear shift to the top of your thigh. The warmth of his hand nearly startled you, and you looked down at the source and the feeling of normalcy struck you again. The silence that filled the Jeep wasn’t awkward or stilted. It was…comfortable. You hadn’t felt this in a long time. Well, you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel this in a long time. There were close calls, trysts from decades ago that still felt fresh at times, all ending in the same tired ways.

Josh’s thumb was absently rubbing circles into your skin when he spoke, “I have a question…”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, “yeah?”

“Garlic doesn’t hurt your kin-, you, does it?”

A giggle threatened to escape your mouth as you formed your answer, “no…garlic doesn’t do anything to us. Didn’t they teach you that at ‘Vampire-Hunter-Boy-Scout-Camp?’”

His hand flexed slightly against your thigh, and he rolled his eyes slightly, “I mean…my parents taught me things but the garlic thing was never mentioned specifically either way…”

You sensed an opportunity and turned towards him slightly as his Jeep rolled to a stop at a redlight, “lets play a game.”

He eyed you with a deadpan expression, “a game?”

“True or false,” your mouth twisting into its typical grin.

He sighed as the light turned green and he pressed the gas pedal, “and what am I supposed to be asking about?”

“You tell me whatever idiotic Vampire rumor you were taught, and I’ll tell you if it's true or false!”

Another sigh left his mouth, and he flipped through the different bits of Vampire information he had stored in his brain, “ok…you can eat human food?”

“True and false.”

He looked at you slightly exasperated, “what do you mean?”

“I mean…we could technically eat it…but it has no nutritional value and doesn’t taste like anything to us. It's like chewing on the color gray. When I was freshly turned I tried eating a muffin and nearly spit it out on the floor.”

“Do you miss human food?”

“False. I mean…the era of when I was turned wasn’t exactly the height of cuisine…but sometimes I miss how good fresh bread smelled…or pies on the window sill. But honestly blood is so much better. There’s just something about it that human food doesn’t have.”

Josh tried to wrap his head around that, but couldn’t, “so you’ve never eaten pizza?”

“...True…it looks like it would be good from a human's point of view but I’m ok with an AB Positive,” you quietly braced yourself, hoping he wouldn’t be grossed out by your preferences.

But the disgust never came, instead Josh asked another question, “Vampires can’t be born…can they?”

You stared at him for a second, “true…no more babies once you’re turned.” The way your voice went soft at your answer was completely unintentional. Kids weren’t something you thought about, or dreamed about. They were a fleeting thought when you were a girl, but kids brought back memories you didn’t want to relive. You didn’t hate them, it wasn’t their fault, but you just hated being reminded of certain events…or certain people.

Josh’s brows were furrowed as he formed his next question, but your game was interrupted by his phone’s GPS announcing, “you have arrived at your destination.”

You looked up and saw your familiar building, a 10-story high-rise that had fallen victim to the house-flipper crowd. What was once a charming and cozy building now reeked of ‘seller-friendly curb appeal.’

Josh stared up at the structure as he parked the Jeep and you answered his thoughts for him, “don’t worry Boy Scout, we have elevators here.” He turned to give you a look, another question floating through his brain, “yes you can come up…it's only fair I show you my place…”

He smiled as you flung off your seatbelt and hopped out of the vehicle, practically bouncing in your heels on the pavement. As he joined you on the sidewalk, you slid your hand into his and led him into the front entrance of your building.

“I wish you could’ve seen the building when it was new. It had the sweetest door man and everything,” you mused as the two of you walked into the lobby of your building. The current decor was “nice” if you considered 2011 the peak of interior design. You often considered Persuading the building manager into getting the building restored to its original glory, but you figured you wouldn’t be here long enough to get too involved.

Bee-lining for the elevator, your hand still gripped his as you hit the button with your free hand to call it down. Within seconds the elevator dinged and slid open its doors, and you thanked whatever beings were out there that it was empty. You hadn’t brought anyone ‘home’ in quite some time and it would be a lie to say you weren’t practically giddy at the idea of bringing Josh up to see it. Once inside you reached for the panel to select ‘8’ for your floor.

Turning to your hunter you said, “not a penthouse like yours,” and playfully bumped his shoulder.

Josh however couldn’t take it anymore and took full advantage of the solitude and took your face into his and slowly backed you up against the wall before slamming his lips onto yours. You melted into the kiss, glad to be even closer to him again. As his tongue gained entrance into your mouth,you felt one of his hands reach down to grip your thigh and hook it over his hip, allowing him to grind into you. The clothes from the night before that you clutched in your one hand threatened to fall as you wrapped your arms around him. Josh’s teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and the gap between the front two captured the smallest sliver of skin. You moaned against his mouth, and he broke away with a sigh before tilting his head and nipping at your jawbone and leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck.

You started to lift your other leg to secure it around Josh’s waist when the elevator dinged and came to a stop. Paying it no mind, you rolled your head to the side to give Josh better access to your neck. It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat rather loudly did you open your eyes to find one of your neighbors standing at the open elevator. It was that unbearable woman down the hall, who had a habit of watching everyone on her floor. Josh looked up as well and slowly dropped your leg from around his hip, but he stayed just as close to you.

“Hi, Nancy…,” you said with an eye roll before taking Josh’s hand and leading him out of the elevator. Josh and Nancy briefly made eye contact as he walked past her and she looked down her nose at him as her upper lip scrunched up as if she was smelling something bad. “Don’t mind her, she’s just a snotty bitch,” you called out behind you as the elevator doors shut.

Josh whipped his head towards you and said in a deadpan voice, “she seemed nice. Is she always like that?”

“Sometimes she’s worse, unfortunately,” you laughed as he matched your stride. Flashing a smile at him you rounded the corner and went straight for the door at the end of the hall. You stopped to fish your keys out of your tiny clutch from the night before and unlocked your door with ease. Before you twisted the handle to reveal your home, you looked at Josh over your shoulder, intentionally drawing out the moment a little longer for dramatic effect. Finally, you slowly opened the door to your place, giving Josh the nod that he could follow you inside.

Josh followed you over the threshold, making sure to shut the door behind him before looking around at the apartment. Immediately to his left was a small side table, where you dropped your keys in a glass dish.

You continued down the small hallway, your heels clicking against the dark hardwood floors before turning around and throwing your hands out and saying, “home sweet home.”

The small hallway opened up into two different rooms on either side, the one on the right being what appeared to be your living room, complete with an expensive-looking couch and dark blue Tiffany lamps on both end tables on either side. A lone, empty wine glass sat under one of the lamps. What in any other situation would have been some dark red wine dried at the bottom of the glass, he figured it was probably blood. Josh quickly noted the magazines you had strewn on the antique coffee table in front of the couch, along with a few unlit candles. You had a definite stack of different issues, a few National Geographics, some Vogues, a random Cosmo, and what he thought were a couple of Architectural Digests sitting off to the side, with pages clearly dog-earred for later.

“Sorry about the mess…wasn’t exactly planning on having company over,” you apologized with a smirk. Josh almost called you crazy for thinking your apartment was messy, because it most certainly wasn’t. It looked…lived in…but it wasn’t messy. He had seen his fair share of Nests, and most of them were so bare-bones given the migratory nature of Vampires. As a species they didn’t tend to stick around one place too long. Even the solitary Vamps he had dealt with didn’t have ideal lodging situations. But it was clear you didn’t want to have just a crash pad between feedings…you wanted a cozy place to come home to.

Opposite the living room was the kitchen. The lighting was very dim as you didn’t bother turning on any lights in that room. The normal appliances sat in there, but looked clean and unused. Josh recalled your earlier conversation on Vampires and human food. You probably didn’t have much use for it at all in the grand scheme of things. Beyond these two rooms were two more doors on either side of the central hallway, and a singular door at the very end. Even without seeing what was behind all three doors, Josh knew your apartment dwarfed his little attic studio significantly.

You pushed open the door on the left, dramatically gesturing with a smile, “door number one is the guest bathroom…” Crossing the hallway you opened the opposite door, “and door number two is supposed to be a guest room but…I turned it into a library of sorts.”

Josh stopped in his tracks and peaked his head into the room. You had bookcases lining the walls, full of tomes of various sizes and bindings. A lot of them were antiques in the current year, but he wondered if you had collected most of them when they were new, and had just held onto them all these years. Trinkets dotted all along the shelves in front of the books, and he wondered what the story was behind all of them. The fact that you were 350 this year struck him again, and he got even more curious about your life before now. He noticed a big squishy chair situated by the one window in the room, with another Tiffany floor lamp, this time dark green, behind it. The image of you curled up in that chair, reading whatever you desired made the corners of his mouth rise up into a smile.

He turned to look at you, and saw you leaning against the doorframe reaching down to take your heels off. Wasting no time, he knelt in front of you and in a slightly clumsy yet endearing way, took your heeled foot out of your hands and slid your shoe off for you. Your hands rested on his shoulders during this to keep your balance, and you gently raised your other foot for him to repeat the process. Josh set both of your shoes behind him, and slowly looked up at you from his kneeling position. He wasn’t sure where the compulsion to never let you take off your own shoes came from, but it felt natural to him.

You looked down at his big brown eyes, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your chest at his actions, which were quickly becoming a habit of his. Your hand reached out and cupped his cheek, and he fully leaned into it, nearly nuzzling your palm. He rose up from his feet to his full height and pressed you against the door frame, lightly brushing his lips on yours.

“I haven’t even shown you the best room…,” you murmured, “come on.” You took his hand again and pulled him down to the end of the hallway where the final door was. This time you pushed open the door with little fanfare and you breathed a sigh of relief as you walked into your room.

Josh didn’t need to be told what room this was, the light purple walls clued him in immediately. In fact, most of the room was decked out in various shades of purple. From the doorway he could see directly out to a pair of French doors that led out to a small balcony, and through the gauzy curtains he could make out a table and a set of chairs outside. The most interesting feature was to the right of the room, where what looked like a giant arched opening in the wall was carved out to house a queen sized bed inside. The bedding was dark purple, and the duvet was pulled back enough that he noticed you had purple satin sheets to match. Thick curtains were fixed on the backside of the arch, only pulled about a quarter of the way across.

You turned around and saw him staring and remarked, “not exactly a coffin…but with the curtains drawn it's pretty close.”

“I wasn’t…that's not what-,” he stammered while his cheeks tinged pink.

You walked over to the bed after dropping your clothes in a small hamper and flicked on the two wall sconces that were attached to the wall inside the nook, illuminating the small space so that Josh could get a better look. There were a couple shelves above where your head would be, more trinkets and a few crystals lined the surface. But it was at the foot of the bed, hidden slightly behind the curtains, was the shirt he had given her the day before. You didn’t pay it any mind as your hand landed on the curtains and said, “blackout curtains. Not a shred of light can get through these.”

Josh smiled and turned to the other half of the room, where he saw a desk littered with various makeup supplies, a couple books, and a journal with a pen resting on top. Also on that wall were two other doors, he assumed one was an ensuite and the other a closet. He took a few steps around the room, taking it all in while you observed him from your bed.

“You have a beautiful place,” he said softly.

“It works for now,” you shrugged.

He nodded, understanding. His current place wasn’t ideal either, in all actuality it was a far cry from what he grew up with, but it was home for now. Inching his way over to your table, he looked down at the journal resting on the surface. He turned back at you, a cheeky smile slowly forming on his face, “you have a diary…a Vampire…diary…”

You fought every muscle in your face to not smile, you didn’t want to encourage him, but you faced and exhaled a little laugh, “yes…full of all of my Vampire secrets and night-to-night drama.”

He arched an eyebrow at you, “anything about…?”

You swayed your hips as you walked towards him, “about a very annoying hunter who wouldn’t mind his own business and tried to capture me with silver handcuffs?” Your arms looped around his neck and his hands settled on your hips, squeezing slightly.

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at you, “...was this annoying hunter handsome at least?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, “for a hunter he was alright…”

Josh feigned offense, “just alright?”

“Yes, for a wannabe Boy Scout he was decent,” you leaned forward and nipped at his chin. What he didn’t know was that you talked at length about him in your diary. He didn’t know your thought process flowed from how he annoyed you that first night, how irritating he was, how arrogant, how smart ass, to your reluctant alliance and the first night at the Den, to how worried you were when Dimitri almost went too far, to how maybe “Boy Scout” wasn’t that bad, to where you left off just as you were getting ready for your second night at the Den, before everything changed. He didn’t know about how you spent a few pages describing the worry that was etched on his face the whole time he got you back to his apartment that morning, how his eyes would not leave your disfigured feet, or how you almost passed out from the pain as he ran those final blocks to his building, or how it was his own racing heart that you focused on to stay conscious. Maybe you’d tell him eventually, but right now you just wanted to focus on the present. How you had a beautiful man in your room all to yourself, with zero chances of being interrupted by ignorant twin brothers.

He pulled you close and secured his lips to yours, and for the first time you two shared a truly slow and lazy kiss, in no rush to do anything or be anywhere else.

Pulling away slightly, you sighed against his lips, “I don’t want to cut this short…but I really need to shower…” A slight pout started to form on Josh’s face, “but thankfully…I have a real shower and there’s plenty of room for two people…”

“Lead the way, sweetheart…”

You flashed a grin before skirting around him and bounded for the door behind him on the right. The bathroom was easily eight times the size of his dinky bathroom in the attic, with a gorgeous clawfoot tub at the far end of the room, and a standing shower in the corner next to it. You flung open the glass door to your shower, turning on the water and letting the warm spray and steam fill the room. You felt Josh follow behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, playfully lifting you off your feet and spinning you around. Laughter echoed in the room until it was silenced by his lips crashing into yours. The few pieces of clothing you both had on were shed in a blur, and the next thing you knew you were being backed into the shower, the lips of your hunter attached to yours. The cold tile caught you off guard and you hissed against his mouth at the temperature difference.

Josh’s hands were everywhere, roaming your body as if he was afraid you’d disappear. Your hands were tangled in his hair, reveling in the fact you had him all to yourself. The way his hands were squeezing and grabbing anything he could reach on you felt incredible, and the evidence that he was feeling just as good was pressed up against your stomach. You felt it twitch as you scraped his scalp with your fingernails and lightly tugged on his hair.

Smiling against his mouth you pushed him back to the other wall, and looked him in the eyes as you dropped to your knees. His eyes were so dark, pupils blown as he looked down at you. The hot water sprayed against your back, wetting most of your hair as it spread out over your shoulders. He reached down and tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face. Gently you took his cock in your hand, and he rolled his head back against the wall at your touch. You pumped him a couple times before looking up at his frazzled state and smiling. You were able to see him so much better here in the shower than in his dimly lit apartment, so you got to see details you missed the night before. The way his jaw was slack as you squeezed him, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly as you quickened your pace, and the soft sounds he was beginning to make because of you. Leaning forward you gave the tip of his cock a playful kiss, before fully taking the tip into your mouth.

“Ah, fuck…,” escaped his lips and met your ears as you did so, his shoulders visibly relaxing as you moved further down on him. He was practically mewling as your tongue made patterns around and on the underside of his cock, cheeks hollowing out you pulled back giving him the perfect amount of pressure before diving back down. Your hands were settled on his thighs at this point, squeezing his tensing muscles and digging your fingernails into his skin for extra sensation. Josh’s hands had a firm grip on your hair, as if he was holding on for dear life. He tried to keep his head clear so he didn’t embarrass himself with how quickly his high was approaching him, but you were making that difficult as you reached up to cup his balls and roll them softly in your hand. He wanted this to last, and that wasn’t going to happen with the rate you were going and how fast your head was bobbing up and down on him. Gently but firmly he tried to pull you off of him, to get you back on your feet so he could give you some attention but you weren’t having it. Without missing a beat you reached up to take his hands from your hair and planted his hands on the shower wall. Your Vampire strength came in handy as he pushed against you, but he relented as you looked up at him through your eyelashes, mouth full of his cock. Your name echoed in the air as you went back to work on him, along with a string of more curses. He was close, and you practically smiled around him when you could tell he was feeling good from what you were doing to him. You relaxed your throat and went all the way down, letting the tip reach down into your throat while the curls at the base of his cock were simultaneously pressing against your nose. At this point he was thrusting into your mouth on his own, trying to keep up with the rhythm you had set.

“Shit-, fuck, oh go-,” he sputtered out, opening his eyes to look down at you once more, not wanting to miss a second of this. You looked up at him one last time and his high hit him like a train, with a sound that started out like a loud groan but fizzled out into a high pitched whine filled the shower.. He spilled down your throat, and you gladly swallowed everything he gave you. As the last few drops hit your tongue, you slowly pulled off of him with a pop. The sensitivity was already setting in for him, but you couldn’t help yourself but to give the tip a firm kiss as he softened which caused his hips to jerk and soft squeak to leave his throat.

Letting go of his hands against the wall you let him help you stand. Before you could get your bearings you found yourself pressed against the shower wall, Josh’s chest heaving against yours as he gave you one of the most possessive and passionate kisses you shared so far. Your mouth instantly fell open granting him access and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth. He didn’t care if he could taste himself on your tongue, in fact knowing it was him spurred him on even more. Your hands found their home in his hair, tangling your fingers in his curls while your thumbs stroked the shaved sides of his head. The steam was filling up the shower and fogging up the glass. As you made out and moaned into each other's mouths, his hands kneaded the outside of your thighs. His right foot slipped between your feet and he nudged his thigh between your legs. Even with the heat from the shower, you could feel the warmth of the sigil radiating from his skin.

You let out a gasp when his fingers crept around the back of your thighs and he pulled you up higher on his thigh, planting your core directly on top of the sigil. The combination of his searing kisses and the pressure from his thigh between yours had you biting down on his bottom lip, whimpering. Even with his lip trapped between your teeth you could feel his muscles spread into a smug smile. You began rocking back and forth against his thigh, while his hands helped guide your movements. He peppered kisses all along your face and your neck, working his way down before bending his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, causing you to nearly hit your head on the wall as you cried out.

You sped up your movements as his tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, you were so wet you easily slid back and forth on his thigh. With a pop he let go of your nipple, and he moved to the other to give it the same treatment. In the midst of this, you felt his thumb reach over and just barely graze your clit. He held it there, just barely out of reach, causing you to jerk forward even harder to get any pressure from it.

You were almost starting to get frustrated when you felt him chuckle slightly, and he let go of you to move up and whisper in your ear, “what is it? Need something?”

The cocky tone in his voice caused you to shoot your eyes open, glaring at him, “you little shit…”

He kissed the hinge of your jaw and grazed his tongue along the shell of your ear, “you and I both know that is the wrong adjective to use, sweetheart.”

Before you could protest or make a sarcastic reply his thumb surged forward and gave you the pressure you needed, expertly rolling figure-8’s around you. Your movements faltered from the sudden burst of pleasure, and you could feel the coil within you begin to tighten. Your arms loosely looped around his neck for balance, and Josh leaned his forehead against yours. His free hand was gripping your ass so tightly as you moved that if you had been human there would’ve been bruises in his wake.

He asked softly, “is that what you needed? Hmm?”

All you could do at this point was nod with your high barreling towards you. There was no sense of rhythm now, just sloppy movements and gasps for breath. His thumb moved even faster against you, wanting you to come just as much as you did. He looked down to watch you move, slack jawed at how desperate you were to reach your high; how desperate you were for him.

“Let go for me, baby…,” was all he whispered before you were shuddering against him. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders as you rode out your high. He kept up his movements even when it became too sensitive, giving you a little payback from earlier before retreating his hand and letting it rest on your hip.

You began to catch your breath, and you started to disengage from your hunter, figuring the human was spent after your little escapade. You were wrong, so wrong. He sensed you trying to move away and confidently slid his hand up to your jaw, turning your head from the side to face him.

“Do you really think I’m done with you?”

“I-”

He surged forward, pressing his hard cock against your stomach, showing you he was far from ready for this to be over.

You smirked at him, “ok, Boy Scout…show me.”

He grinned at you and spread your legs even farther to slot himself in between yours. With a small jump he had your back up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. He captured your lips before rearing back and plunging into you. A horse growl rose up from his throat as he felt your slick walls squeezed around him. You were so tight, so warm, if he hadn’t already come just a few minutes ago he would’ve been dangerously close to coming again. His pace was rough, and a lot faster than your previous time together. He still checked on you though, watching your face for any hint of discomfort, but those hints never came.

“Harder…,” you huffed out.

Not needing to be told twice, he adjusted the grip on your ass and slammed back into you, bottoming out completely. You cried out his name, loving that he listened and understood exactly what you wanted. His bruising pace never faltered, and once more, you felt his hand reach between the two of you to start rolling your clit between his fingers. You sucked in some air between your teeth, still slightly sensitive from your first orgasm but the feeling only added to your pleasure.

Josh rested his head against your shoulder, murmuring into your skin, “need you to come again…need to feel it…”

You turned your face towards him to brush your lips against the shaved side, you darted out your tongue to catch a bead of sweat, feeling the stubble.

This caused him to whine out, “please…”

Clamping down around him again, you felt every ridge of his drag along your walls. The combination of the swollen head of his cock rutting against your g-spot, and his fingers squeezing and rolling your clit had your second orgasm start to form at the base of your spine. He bit down on your shoulder, and another growl erupted from his throat. The edges of your vision started to blur as you chased your orgasm.

With one final hard pinch to your clit, your orgasm crashed into you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body like lightning crackling across the sky. You screamed out at the intensity, not giving a shit if your neighbors heard you.

Josh couldn’t hold on anymore and as you shuddered against him a second time his own high rolled through his body, and with a shout he slammed inside you one last time before completely emptying himself.

Neither of you spoke for a few minutes, both of you out of breath. The blood finally started to return to his brain and he lifted his head up to look at you, memorizing your blissed out expression. He couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful you looked right now, cheeks flushed, eyes closed, sweaty hair matted against your scalp.

His Vampire, spent and exhausted.

Carefully, he pulled out of you and gently lowered your wobbly legs to the ground. You bit your lip at the loss of him, the wave of emotion catching you off guard.

You tried to walk to the water, but your muscles gave out and you stumbled forward, sending Josh into action and catching you before you fell. The one thing your spacious shower needed was also the one thing you didn’t have in here: a bench. Thankfully, the built-in shelf that held your toiletries wasn’t very far, and he guided you underneath the spray to get your hair fully wet again. You leaned your head back into the water, grateful that Josh was right there in case you got wobbly again. This time it was him taking care of you afterwards, and for the first time since you’d known him you didn’t want to argue.

Before you could reach for your shampoo, he already had it in his hand, “turn around,” he spoke softly. Your eyes met his before you did so, another unfamiliar emotion became stuck in your chest, and you turned before you thought he could see it. You weren’t used to this, having someone care. The last time you hooked up with an individual it was very much a ‘wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am’ situation, and you were ok with that. It wasn’t meant to be anything deeper, and that was ok. Then. But as Josh lathered up your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp, the mere hypothetical of Josh leaving as soon as he was done with you felt so wrong it threatened to let that emotion caught in your chest to bubble up into your throat.

The feeling you had, when you were staring at him under that street light in the park, the one where you felt like a silly little girl, returned. At least, that's what you were telling yourself. That you were being irrational, that you were thinking too hard, that you were building expectations that didn’t need to exist.

You were too lost in your thoughts to notice your hunters hands had left your hair, and had turned you around to rinse out your hair properly. When he saw your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and downcast eyes, he curled a finger under your chin and tilted it up, forcing you to look at him.

“Still with me?”

It was such a simple question, a little check in to make sure you were ok, but when your eyes met his, and those irises of molten molasses looked right through your facade, you couldn’t hold back that emotion lodged in your chest anymore. You threw your arms around his neck and clumsily kissed him again, allowing yourself to show him everything you were feeling through it. He hummed against your mouth and kissed you back, his hands gently rubbing circles in your lower back.

After a few moments, the suds from your hair dripped down your back and onto his hands, reminding you both you still needed to rinse.

“Sweetheart…,” he mumbled against your mouth.

You sniffed and nodded, feeling more grounded and less emotional now, and tilted your head back into the water and worked your fingers into your hair to get the shampoo fully rinsed out.

The rest of the shower went by quickly, taking turns under the water to get bathed and fresh again. Josh’s hands barely left your body the whole time, as if he was afraid you would somehow float away like a lost balloon. You made a comment that he was trying to make up for him being unable to clean you up himself the night before, and he gave you a kiss on the cheek that said you were right, which made your chest tighten again.

As you got out of the shower and grabbed towels for each other off the rack, Josh heard his phone buzz in his shorts pocket on the floor. Sighing roughly through his nose, he wrapped his towel around his waist and walked over to retrieve it, immediately seeing the “8 Missed Calls from Jake Kiszka”, and a slew of texts that mainly consisted of, “answer your fucking phone, fucker.” Before he could start to call him back, his phone buzzed again with Jake's name displayed at the top.

With an eye roll, he answered the call, “this better be fucking good, Jake.”

“Oh the prodigal son answers his phone! I’m so glad we have phones in case of emergencies!”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I need you to meet me right now, and bring your little girlfriend. I think we might have just had a break in your case.”

Josh turned around and looked at you, knowing you heard Jake on the phone loud and clear, “what do you mean?”

“I think we may have caught whoever the fuck is killing people in the act…”

To be continued...

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nuevialnst · 1 year

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could you write something like jill in a strip club in her STARS uniform, r sitting on her lap and taking jill's beret and placing it on her head all with jill's watchful eye? i'm deadddd i can't stop thinking about that

Omfg ofccc I can 😍😍

This idea is so fucking hot oml literally on my knees w mouth watering like my tongue is going to roll out.

Anyways hope you like this my lovely! 💋

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« Woman In Uniform

Pairings: Jill Valentine x F! Reader

Genre: Smut w plot || Word Count: 11.2k

Sypnosis: You were working as the manager of the stripper when a woman you’ve never seen before arrived in a uniform that looked familiar, you’d thought to introduce yourself while intoxicated leaving her to take you home and kick it off with a intimate session claiming you as hers, she wanted you since you met at the station.

The clock struck six in the evening as a dark sedan pulled up to the curb outside of the lit up building. The driver got out and unlocked the door. As soon as she was inside, the door slammed shut, and the club was plunged into bright led lights. With all sorts of colors and textures, from vibrant colors to stark white, this kind of club seemed even more colorful than usual.

The woman you saw looked like she had never been to one before, though atleast one like this. She wore a uniform that had STARS written on it, along with a cap that had its signature symbol stamped on it. looked like some sort of star logo. Maybe you seen something like this before? Yes you have at the only police station in town because you visited once or twice to bail one of your closest friends out leaving a cute guy your number too.

The moment you did that turned to instant regret when there was a woman who couldn’t help but take her eyes off you, the same had gone for yourself. Never got the chance to exchange numbers or chat, so this would be a good time to show off to get the girl you’ve always wanted. The woman sat in a chair next to one of your buddies you recognized while working obviously they were there for the free drinks nothing more than to be the alcoholic they have always been.

Your friend noticed a girl sitting alone with no drink in hand by themself staring straight ahead in an almost trancelike state looking lost. You approached her and started talking to her asking if she was alright. She looked up and spoke not saying much and simply nodded. Deciding to introduce yourself she said her name was Jill.

Yet the uniform she was wearing couldn’t keep your eyes from trailing down her as if you wre undressing her with such a look. Taking notice immediately. “You’re a cop?” you asked, which caught you a bit off guard. “How do you know?” she responded, still looking at her, which confused yoy, since why else would you think she was a co, she replied. “Oh, sorry, I thought a cop wouldn’t be in a place like this.” You apologized. “No, I’m a cop but not momentarily.” She clarified. “But I am off duty right now just trying to live a little like my friends say.” She added smiling at you, whilst you can feel a strong gaze looking at you up and down.

“So what are you doing here?” she asked you with a raised brow.

“Well, I’ thought to party and let loose on the job I’m working here as a manager of the dancers.” Jill smiled again, “That’s great, I bet you make lots of money.”

“Yeah, actually I do! I earn like 40 bucks every week, plus tips.” You said.

“Sounds pretty lucrative.” She commented.

You nodded. “Not bad for a cute girl such as yourself. Say why don’t I take a couple shots here with you for a while?” You drank a bottle before you got into her lap, as you faced her reeking of alcohol intoxicated with it like you were swimming in a pool of booze.

Not long after you started acting under the influence of it, taking Jill’s hat off and wearing it as you pretended to ride her like a cowgirl, her gaze became fixed on you and only you.

“Let’s get you someplace else sha’ll we, then others won’t take advantage of you, sweet thing. What do you say?” Jill said seductively while stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“ya we Sha’ll.” You giggled drunkly. “Yes you’ll come home and I will make sure you get something out of this tonight, sweetheart.” Jill whispered seductively into your ear, while carrying you like a bride to her car.

You didn’t want anyone to see how drunk you were, nor did you want to stay in that club longer than needed. Once in her car Jill took control and drove you away. “What was the address?” Jill asked you as she drove. “I can’t remember.” Was your simple answer while trying to concentrate. “Don’t worry, I’ll drive you to my home safely.” She told you reassuringly. That’s right, she is the officer in charge of making sure nothing goes wrong for me.

That’s right, she’s in charge of making sure nothing happens to a pure girl under the influence of alcohol or anything is protected in any way. But even though you trusted the officer you were still quite confused about everything.

How does someone who is supposed to protect you know you just met have to be so fucking hot?

How did she have you wrapped around her little finger so fast? Where exactly does she plan to take this with you?

And most importantly how the hell does she know you haven’t done this kind of stuff before?

That you are still a virgin? Are you?

Have you ever done it? If so why the hell didn’t you tell someone!?

But none of those questions came to your mind, you weren’t thinking much of anything really. Just letting the woman take control of you for the time being. She was going to pay you for a good time at the club and possibly take what was rightfully hers when she first laid eyes on you in the station.

As you arrived at her house she carried you once again walking towards a bedroom, her bedroom. When you entered the room she threw you down onto the bed while getting on top of you straddling you. You started to help unbutton her shirt while feeling your face flushed a red. Jill removed your hands from her shirt then continued to remove her clothing.

After she was finished, she looked you in the eye again. Before assisting you in removing your clothes, after thus she grabbed something from a drawer looked to be a long curved object though you couldn’t tell because your eyes were closing. Feeling your stockings rip with your panties she lubricated the silicone strap-on before inserting it slowly into you and asking you “ngh..so t-tight. Is it okay if I move, sweet girl?” She asked gently. Hearing her speak that word made your insides tremble while your heart began racing faster and faster.

You opened your eyes and said yes, she moved and the pace increased gradually. She started moving in tandem with it, increasing speed and intensity until finally reaching where you need her the most. All of a sudden, it slowed down then stopped completely. She stared at you with lustful eyes, her expression changed slightly, her lips curled up slightly. Her voice sounded softer now. “You’re mine for the whole night.” That wasn' her words but she sounded so seductive, so sexy you couldn't say a word.

Her smile grew wider showing her teeth, and her tongue ran out, licking the tip of her tongue over her upper lip and she could already taste the liquor on your lips from earlier. Without warning she pushed herself further into you and your legs buckled a bit. “I’ve never— ah…felt like this before! mmh— my god— I love you, I love you so much— haah~!” You mumbled between each moan, Jill's body rocking with every sound you let loose with your moans. “Shhh...baby, baby, shhh I love you too. Just hold on tight and enjoy this for me. We’ll go slow, we have all the time in the world, and it will all be worth it once we're done.” With that, she sped up her movements.

Your entire body felt like it was exploding, you were on the brink of orgasm and you wanted to come but you couldn't. The more Jill rocked against you, the more your inner goddess was enjoying it. In addition her body rubbing against yours felt as if it was burning you up alive.

It was as if your nerves had become sensitive enough and your flesh had already hardened and ready to receive the ecstasy Jill was giving to you, while you were feeling all kinds of things. The pleasure Jill was giving you surpassed the limits making you scream her name “J-jill! O-oh~! f-fuck—” as your head fell back against the pillows with a loud thud, unable to control yourself, or yourself as it turns out. Jill's thrusts went on for some time, and eventually you couldn't stand it anymore crying out “C-Cant take no more! Please Jill~! Ah! I'm cumming!” you cried out as the climax took place causing the room to spin in circles while Jill’s thrusts became faster, harder, even deeper than before, causing her to start panting with every thrust.

She kept hitting her spot repeatedly until you exploded inside her, your inner goddess taking complete control over you and Jill. As the last wave of ecstasy hit you you lost your senses. Everything disappeared and you couldn’t focus on anything anymore. “You’re all mine sweet thing, I’m gonna fuck you till you cry for me.” Jill said in a gentle voice as she rolled off of you while continuing to lay on top of you. A few seconds later Jill kissed your nose tenderly and then said “Thank you for being so responsive for your first time, sweetie”. You smiled whilst blushing furiously, she gave you the best sex I ever experienced! “Mmm…” you responded softly, you didn’t want her to leave your side.

She caressed your cheek and replied “Shh, I love you so much baby, you can stay for as long as you need to and that you belong to me and only to me, so no one else.” You gazed into her gorgeous dark brown eyes with admiration, they were captivating. “Yeah I’m staying here forever.” You replied while kissing her passionately and then proceeded to fall asleep.

After you woke up from a deep slumber you sat up and noticed you hadn't gotten a single clue on where you were. All of a sudden you remembered everything that happened. Jill, how she got me to leave with her. How she seduced you from the moment you met her again. How she swept you off your feet from that strip club. You couldn’t forget it. It was unforgettable. You heard soft footsteps approaching and then you saw Jill holding two glasses filled with sparkling golden liquid in her hands. “Good morning, beautiful.” She said looking straight into your eyes while smiling. “good morning.” You replied while gazing into her beautiful brown eyes.

When Jill handed you one of the glasses you immediately recognized the contents of the glass. “Drink up, it’ll give you a little wake up call, sweetie.” Jill said before sipping her own drink. ‘Oh God, this is strong stuff. This must be a very expensive drink considering its quality. I wonder what it tastes like. You can never get enough of them these days.’ You thought while sipping it as she poured another glass and gave it to you, she placed her other hand on your shoulder and massaged your muscles. “So, darling you feel better today? You can relax now. We don’t have to be so strict with you anymore. Just like last night, it wasn’t too bad was it?” Jill said while putting both arms around your neck kissing you tenderly while running her fingers through your hair. The smell of the fruity drink and the kiss sent goosebumps down your body.

“Naw, not really, it felt great, actually. I’m still embarrassed you caught me like that tho…you’re such an expert!” you exclaimed looking directly into her diamond like eyes. “Well thank you sweetheart, but I’ve been wanting to do that since I met you. Now that I know that you really aren’t a virgin anymore , everything has to change. You’re mine now, and nothing can stop that.”

“Hmmm...yeah...okay I guess.” You whispered softly trying to suppress the blush on your cheeks. She peppered you in kisses before taking you by the hand pulling you closer to her, rocking you back and forth in her arms.

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A/N: Trying something different with my story themes/layouts bc I had thought it looked a little plain so I wanted to spice things up! ;)

#resident evil #resident evil 🚔#jill valentine smut #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine #jill valentine x fem! reader #jill valentine imagine #jill valentine x you #jill valentine x y/n #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil jill #jill resident evil #lesbian

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nobody7102 · 2 years

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How It Used To Be: Part 1

Pairing: Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Warning: None

A/N: I am a Val Kilmer girl through and thought, that man is soo fine. let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list <3

EDIT(9/20/22): PLEASE READ EDIT ON SERIES MASTER-LIST

inspired by "How You Get The Girl"

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The rain echoed through the house as Maverick tapped his foot in time with the beat of the rain as he leaned back in a chair. “Mav, will you stop that” Y/N called from the couch.

Maverick looked at her with wide eyes as he leaned forward in the seat “Oh you want me to stop?” he stood from his spot “I don’t know how… how am I supposed to stop when my baby sister’s been sneaking around behind my back, with Ice of all people… for a fucking year not to mention” he started to pace. “I am your older brother and you didn’t think to tell me that you were screwing that jackwagon?! I sh-”

“Tom is not the worst person I could be with!” Y/N argued back “Besides it’s not like anything else is happening” she mumbled.

Pete raised his brow and his arms turning to his sister “Then why did you tell me in the first place?! What was the poin-”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE!” She yelled at him with tears starting to form in her eyes “It… It’s been-” she stopped herself looking down to the ground “He left Pete…” she wrapped her arms around herself shaking her head “I’m never gonna see him again… and-” she gulped “And you’re my brother… I figured that you should know since he’s you’re wingman” “Oh sure, now I can kick his ass the nex-” “Peter!” Y/N warned “You’re not gonna do anything” she stood from her spot making her way into the kitchen. Bracing herself against the sink she blinked back the tears as she took a deep breath, then moved to grab the kettle from the stove and began to fill it with water.

Lost in her thoughts she didn’t even register the knocks on the front door till she heard the rain outside get louder and Pete yell. “You need to fucking leave. Right now” Y/N tilted her head hearing Pete’s voice.

Shutting off the water and pushing away from the sink, she walked into the mudroom just in time to see Pete closing the door “Who’s out there?”

“No one” He turned to watch Y/N.

“Pete” she crossed her arms. “Move” she watched as Pete walked closer to her,

“Just say the word and I’ll make him leave” Before he walked into the living room. Looking between Pete and the door, Y/N let out a sigh before she walked over to the door and opened it just a crack.

Her eyes widened seeing the one and only Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky staring back at her, dressed in his Summer Whites and soaking wet as he stood on the sweet spot at edge of the porch where he was off the wet cement walkway but not sheltered enough from the rain that was pouring down.

Opening the door a bit more, Y/N leaned against the frame and eyed him up and down for a moment before she spoke “Are you insane?” she raised her brow.

She watched as Tom opened his mouth to speak, struggling to find his words before he sighed “Y/N…” he started, his eyes finding hers “I know… I know its been six months since you last heard from me…. And I’m sorry about that” he casted his gaze to the ground as he continued “I just….. While I was away I didn’t…. I didn’t know what I wanted, till I was away from it”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, trying to hide her amused smirk since this was the first time she’d seen the aviator struggle to think of something to say. “Why are you here Ice?”

His gaze remained on the ground as his thoughts flooded his conscious before he brought his eyes back up to meet her’s “I didn’t know that what I wanted was you Y/N”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N stepped out beyond the threshold of the door frame “You think you can show up here first thing after getting back from a mission and get a free pass? After months of not talking or calling or writing to me… and you think that just… makes everything go away Tom? Make it so that we’re all happy-go-lucky again?” she shook her head “that’s not how this works”

“Y/N” he took a step closer, giving her time to step back “I want you” his voice softened as he spoke “I mean it… for worse or for better” he took her hand in his “I know that I lost your trust, and that it’s gonna take some time for us to get back to where we were… but I want you to know that I will wait… I’ll wait for as long as it takes” he sighed “I know that I broke your heart, I know because I just got an earful from Mav about it… so let me put it back together. Piece by piece.” He brought her hand upward and kissed the back of it “Let me show you that I will never, ever break it again” he pleaded, bringing her closer to his chest, sandwiching their hands between them.

Looking between their hands and Tom, there was a pause in the air before Y/N shook her head “Is this how you think it works Tom? Is this how you get the girl” she slowly took a step back but before she could break her hand from his, he gave her a squeeze.

“Let me take you out… on a real proper date… No sneaking around like the past year. Please just give me one chance, that’s all I ask” his eyes softened watching as she contemplated the proposal.

Taking her hand from his, Y/N to a step backwards, into the doorway once more “... You get tomorrow at 6:30” she hummed “But that’s it Ice” she watched as he nodded before she fully turned around and closed the door.

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Y/N’s head tilted to the side as she took in her appearance before groaning. “Y/N? Are you alright?” Pete’s voice sounded through the door.

Walking over to the door she cracked it, “No I am not okay Mav. I gave Ice a second chance and now I have two hours before he’s gonna pick me up and I have no idea what we’re gonna do, or what I’m gonna wear”

“Well if you need help I could alway ch-” Y/N cut him off “With your track record with women Mav? No thanks”

Pete scoffed “I do not-”

Y/N groaned to cut him off before she let out a sigh “I need…I need you to call Carole” before she closed the door on him.

Walking from the door he made his way down the stairs mumbling to himself “My track record is not bad… you sneak out of a window once…” he shook his head.

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The front door opened before Pete could comprehend what was happening, he was face to face with Carole “Where is she?” she hummed. Pete motioned up the stairs and as Carole bound up the stairs Nick made his way into the house with Bradley resting on his hip.

“You’re really letting her go out with Kazansky?” The RIO set Bradley down, letting him run into the living room to play with some toys sitting on the floor as Goose walked over to Maverick.

Raising his brow, Pete raised his arms “What am I supposed to do? She’s not gonna listen to me if I tell her no” he set down on the couch watching Bradley. “Why don’t you tell her no?” He turned to look at Goose

“Oh hell no” He responded immediately “Carole would have my balls!”

“I thought she already did?” Y/N’s voice trailed down the stairs

“Butt out Little Mitchell! Who owns my balls is none of your business!” Goose yelled up the stairs “This is a conversation for myself and your brother” he walked over to sit next to Pete “I swear to god Mav, if I could tell Ice to go away without Carole and Y/N chewing me out I would do it”

Back upstairs Y/N sat on her bed watching as Carole sorted through the hangers in Y/N’s closet “Geez and I thought Bradley had a lot of outfits” the blonde snorted throwing a dress on the bed next to Y/N “Bug what are the two of you even doing?” Carole looked over to Y/N and crossed her arms “Finding an outfit would be a lot easier if I knew what you love bugs were doing” she moved to plop down on the bed to decide Y/N.

“I… I really don’t know, I mean I told him one chance so I don’t even know what he’s planning” Y/N shrugged “Go to the Hard Deck? Go to the O? None of that screams romantic…” Leaning against Carole’s shoulder.

“Y/N you spent the better part of a year with him sneaking around in those places, What would the two of you do?” Carole felt Y/N shrug once more “Oh come on, you can’t tell me there weren’t other places where you’d be hanging out and at some point you’d have to go fetch him from doing something sweet and cute yet absolutely embasising” She nudged the younger Mitchell’s shoulder “That’s how it is with me and Nick whenever he’s around a piano”

Y/N snorted “Oh sure… there have been plenty of times…” a heavy sigh left her as Carole felt a tear drip onto her shoulder.

“Bug, what's wrong?” Carole turned to see Y/N’s head hung. Gently grabbing her chin Carole lifted Y/N’s face “What’s with the water works Bug, you’re gonna go see the man you love” She wiped away the stay tears on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What if he leaves again…” her voice barely above a whisper “he wasn’t even on a mission when he stopped talking to me… that was two months before the mission…” Y/N shook her head “I don’t wanna go back to square one Carole…” she closed her eyes feeling Carole once again wipe away the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Oh Bug” she sighed softly wrapping her arms around Y/N’s form pulling her into a hug, Carole rocked them slightly before she pulled out of the hug “Bug, I can’t promise that he’s not gonna leave again… But I can promise that if you open your heart” she brought her hand to cradle Y/N’s cheek “You could end up having the absolute time of your life” standing from the bed Carole held out her hand and pulled Y/N up from the bed “Now, you go and get ready however you want. I am going to see if I can find a special little number for you to wear tonight”

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Too Small

Summary: Grian’s machine was only supposed to shrink someone down a foot, at most. Not...this.

Warnings: Fear

Word Count: 1223

I started writing this as soon as the episode where Grian had Scar use the machine was posted but then some stuff happened and it was left uncompleted. Until now! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Grian’s machine had worked a little too well.

This wasn’t supposed to have happened. Scar was only supposed to get shrunk by a foot if that. He had said only a little bit smaller for a reason.

But his redstone had never been the best and instead of only losing one foot, Scar lost six. And now he was standing in the machine, only a few inches tall.

“What did you do?” A voice suddenly asked from behind him. Grian turned to look and saw the goblin, Fwhip, looking a bit panicked. But still, he only looked about half as panicked as Grian currently felt.

“I don’t know! It was only supposed to shrink him a foot!” Grian was never touching redstone ever again. He looked back over to where Scar was. He looked confused, like he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Which, ya know, fair. So, Grian took a deep breath and got closer.

“Scar? Buddy, are you okay?” Grian asked, keeping his voice low just in case. He didn’t know if Scar’s hearing would be extra sensitive like this, so it didn’t hurt to take precautions. He saw Scar blink and the now tiny man looked over and then up at him, his eyes going wide.

“Wha-Grian!? What-What’s going on!? Why are you suddenly so big!?” Scar exclaimed in confusion. Grian winced and knelt down, noticing when Scar took a few steps back and feeling bad about it.

“I swear this wasn’t what the machine was supposed to do…at least, not to this extent.” Grian tried to explain, rubbing the back of his neck.

It took a moment, but Scar put two and two together at his words. “Wait! You shrunk me? I've been shrunk!” Scar looked past Grian, towards the outside and Fwhip and his face paled a little.

“It’s okay! I’m sure there’s a way to fix this…somehow.” Grian said, though he did not sound very confident, even to himself. “I…didn’t actually plan a way to reverse this whole thing yet…I might need to get some help.” He’d have to talk to Impulse later. Hopefully he would be able to fix Grian’s terrible redstone.

“I can’t do anything like this!” Scar complained and then pouted. “How am I supposed to get that deputy badge now?”

Grian’s eyes widened and he heard Fwhip give out a little startled laugh behind him. “Wha-Scar! How are you still thinking about the badge at a time like this?! Honestly…” Grian couldn’t help but give a small smile though.

“What are you going to do now?” Fwhip cut in, question ringing through. Grian turned his head to look at him.

“Probably go get Impulse’s help. He’s just over there working on our villager trading hall.” Grian pointed over to where the huge scaffolding tower outline lay. “He’ll be able to figure out this redstone better than I can.”

He turned his attention back to Scar. “Alright Scar, let’s go try and fix you.” Grian reached his hand out, intent on just scooping the shrunken man up.

Grian froze however, when Scar scrambled back and away from his incoming hand, his own hands held out in front of him. “W-Wait!” Grian took his hand back and stared down at the shrunken man in confusion.

“What? What’s wrong?” Grian asked and watched as Scar tried to find the words to say. It was strange, seeing someone so familiar so small. If Grian hadn’t been the one to accidentally shrink Scar in the first place, he would have thought he was seeing things.

“Well, I mean…I, uh, I don’t want to make you carry me! I can walk perfectly fine.” Scar said, starting out unsure and then slowly getting more confident, even twirling his cane for extra measures. He even threw in his signature Scar smile, which, again, looked quite strange on such a small face.

Grian blinked at Scar’s words and then looked at the distance between them and Hermitopia. It was a short walk for Grian, sure, but for Scar? Who knows how long it would take him. “You’re joking, right? At your new size that would take you, like…a day! Besides, it’s really not a big deal, it’s not like you’re heavy. Not anymore anyway.” Grian added with a smirk.

Scar looked over at the distance and winced, knowing Grian was right. “You have a point…”

Scar was acting strange, Grian realized. It wasn’t like him to be so…quiet. And fidgety. Sure, Scar had been shrunk and that would disorient anyone but Scar always bounced back quickly from stuff like that. So what was different this time…

Oh.

“Scar…are you scared?” Grian asked, no hint of amusement or laughter in his voice. But a straightforward question that only held concern.

Scar laughed but it was obviously forced. “What? No, of course not! Why would I be scared?”

Grian frowned. “Scar, it’s okay if you are. You shrunk, everything is so much bigger than you now. That sort of thing would be scary for most people.” Grian normally wasn’t so serious but he needed Scar to know that it was okay to be scared.

Scar bit his lip and looked down. “Yeah, I guess.”

Grian thought for a moment and then gently and slowly set his hand down, palm up, in front of Scar. Scar had taken several more steps back at the action but now stared at the hand in confusion. Grian smiled softly. “How does this work? I won’t grab you and I promise not to let you fall either.”

Scar was silent for a moment, debating with himself and then let out a soft sigh and gave Grian a smile. “Yeah, that works. Thanks, G.” Grian nodded in response and then Scar started to climb onto Grian’s hand.

Grian had to keep himself from flinching at the feeling of someone so tiny climbing onto his hand. But he stayed still, not wanting to scare Scar any more. Grian watched as Scar settled onto his hand, sitting down in the center of his palm. When he was given a, albeit a bit of a nervous, thumbs up, Grian smiled. “Going up.” Grian tried his best to give Scar a smooth ride as he lifted him up into the air and stood up. He brought his other hand underneath the one holding Scar, just in case and then turned around.

“Wow, it’s weird seeing you hold him like that.”

Grian almost jumped out of his skin but thankfully he was able to keep steady for Scar. He had forgotten Fwhip was there with him, so focused on Scar. “Yeah, well, it’s a bit weird to be the one holding him.”

“Well, it’s weird being held!” Scar chimed in, causing all three of them to laugh. As the laughter died down, Scar turned to look up at Grian. “Do you really think Impulse will be able to help?”

Grian, not wanting to lie to Scar, just shrugged. “I guess we’ll see. If not, we can always get Doc and Tango in on it. I’m sure between the three of them they’ll figure out something.”

Scar nodded. “What are we waiting for then! Let’s find Impulse!”

With one last chuckle and a quick goodbye to Fwhip, Grian carried Scar over to Hermitopia and hoped his redstoner friends would be able to fix his mistake.

#g/t #giant/tiny #mcyt g/t #hermitcraft g/t #empires g/t #?#I mean #fwhip is there #and they are on empires #so i guess it counts lol #shrinking #shrunk!scar #fic #my fic

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Freebound

(Redacted Audio fanfic—1247 words)

Summary: Its the moonbound solstice, and Freelancer is freebound. Watch them cause chaos, on accident and on purpose.

Read here on Ao3

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains above the bed, cascading a golden glow across the room. Gavin, still dazed with sleep, stretched out an arm to pull his deviant close. His outstretched hand met cold sheets, and his brow furrowed as he felt around, cracking an eye open in confusion.

“Deviant?” He softly called.

When he was met with silence, he got up. It wasn’t like them to leave him in bed all alone. Quickly finding his pants that were discarded the night before, he exited their bedroom. Where were they?

As he neared the kitchen, he picked up on their aura. It was bouncing off the walls, feeling strong one minute, and practically nonexistent the next.

“Deviant?” He softly called, again.

They turned to him, a small smile on their face, “g’mornin’.”

The kitchen was… well, it wasn’t a mess, per say. It was… different.

“What are you doing in here, love?” Gavin asked.

“I’m rearranging the cabinets.”

“At 7am?”

Freelancer stared at him for a moment, “yeah.”

Gavin suppressed a chuckle, “may I ask why?”

“Well, I woke up this morning and I felt like I had bees in my bones, so I went to the grocery store down the street to buy six pounds of butter. Then when I got home, I accidentally set the couch on fire. Went shopping for one online, but I think I ordered 20.”

Gavin was speechless. “H-how long have you been awake?”

“1:14 am,” they laughed out in a sigh. They looked so tired.

“When you told me the solstices were often… interesting for you, this is not what I expected.”

“There is never a way to predict what may happen, I am a slave to my core for the remainder of this solstice. I think I just caused the large oak tree outside to become an even larger oak tree.”

At that, the ground shook, and Gavin’s eyes went wide.

“How about we go back to bed for a bit?”

II.

Lasko was doing paperwork on his coffee table. Nothing too strenuous—he was sunbound after all—just some stuff to keep him occupied while he felt like a dry apple slice.

Freelancer walked in the door, “hey, Lasko-babe.”

“Wh- oh. Hi, Freelancer. What are you doing here? And why didn’t you knock? N-not that I’m upset you're here, I mean, I-I’m always happy to see you, it’s just that you’re not exactly the type to just invite yourself into someone’s apartment… At least- at least I think you're n-not… are you?”

They sighed with a tired smile, “yeah I know, m’sorry. I would’ve knocked, but it’s too… too much. Too noise. M- no- that’s not… words.”

Lasko stood as his friend swayed on their feet, “are- are you f-feeling? Alright? Pft- no, what am I saying? Of course you’re not, it’s the solstice. Com- come sit down, how did you even get here, anyway?”

“Mmm,” Freelancer hummed as Lasko forced them to sit on the couch. They immediately sunk into the cushions, “I was feeling up, an’ I wanted to come hang out with you, but halfway here I felt not-up.”

“Not-up?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean- I guess that makes sense? Y-you are a freelancer, so you’re going to feel all kinds of… ‘ups’ and downs. M- Magically, anyway.”

“M’yeah, my magic has been ups and downs,” they mumbled, leaning into Lasko as he sat next to them. “I used psychokinesis to launch my phone into orbit.”

III.

Huxley was laying on his side, his head propped up on his arm, and his fingers threading through Damien’s hair. He was happy taking care of him like this. Right here, in this moment, with his boyfriend curled up next to him.

There was a knock at the front door.

“Are you gonna get that?” Damien mumbled when Huxley made no attempt at getting up.

“No,” he sighed contentedly, “whoever it is can just come back later.”

It would turn out that Huxley wouldn’t need to get the door, as whoever had knocked opened it for themself.

“The heck…?” Huxley said, sitting up slightly.

A familiar voice rang through the house, “Huuuuux? Damiiii?”

The two boys sighed in relief, glad that the home intruder was just Freelancer. Sweet, innocent Freelancer-

“Are either of you here? I think I drained the town's water supply.”

Huxley immediately sat up, telling Dames that he would be right back. The fire elemental could only let out an affirmative hum in response as he tiredly laughed at the freelancer's antics.

Entering the front room, Huxley found Freelancer hovering by a window.

“Freelancer? Dude- why are you all wet??”

They turned to him, panting heavily, “I was walking here from Damien’s place, and the Dahlia Spring decided to start chasing me, so I started running, but that made the water faster, so I jumped into your neighbor's pool to escape.”

Huxley slowly approached the window, “holy shi- Freelancer, the entire street is flooded!”

“I knowww,” they whined, “I’m sorry. I would clean it up but I’m afraid I’ll level the entire neighborhood.”

“Okay, well… let- lets just get you dried off,” Hux said, taking Freelancer’s hand to lead them to the bathroom.

“Wait, wait,” they pulled away, “is Damien here?”

“Uh- yeah, he’s resting in the bedroom.”

Freelancer made their way to the room and peeked their head through the doorway to see Damien all bundled up, “oh god that’s adorable. Is he wearing your sweatshirt??”

“Shut up,” Damien groaned, his voice all muffled from the blankets. “Why are you here?”

Huxley appeared next to them with a towel, “jeez, dude. You’re freezing.”

“It’s the solstice,” Freelancer answered, stubbornly trying to push Huxley’s hands away as he desperately tried to dry them off. “I remembered that you’re sunbound, so I was like ‘Fireboy must be feeling like shit right now, and I, too, feel like shit,’ so here I am, to feel like shit with you.”

Freelancer paused, hissing in disapproval, as Huxley ruffled their hair dry.

“I went to your place first, though. Let myself in. I cleaned everything.”

Damien sat up a little, propping himself against the pillows, “you… cleaned everything?”

“Yeah,” they wavered, leaning against the wall, “and then I remembered I was looking for you, so- oh god-” they keeled over, “I’m gonna throw up-”

Before either of the boys could react, Freelancer had run to the bathroom.

IV.

Damien’s phone buzzed with notifications from the group chat.

Gavin: does anyone happen to know where the freelancer is? I swear I left them alone for five minutes

Lasko: yeah don’t worry they’re here at my place

Lasko: they randomly showed up and eventually passed out on the couch

Lasko: sorry I would have told you but I was doing paperwork

Gavin: it’s alright as long as they’re safe

Damien: Lasko, I think you should check your couch.

Lasko: what?

Lasko: why?

Damien: Just do it.

Lasko: um…

Gavin: ???

Lasko: I’m so sorry

Lasko: they’re not there

Lasko: I lost them

Gavin: how did you lose them!?!?

Lasko: how did you???

Damien: Calm down, they’re here at Hux’s place.

Damien: They showed up a couple minutes ago.

Damien: They’re puking in the toilet.

Gavin: oh thank god

Huxley returned to the room, a sleeping Freelancer in his arms, “Dames, they tried to escape through the window, and when they couldn’t they said, ‘I’m going to stop existing now,’ and passed out.”

Damien looked back at his phone.

Damien: Please come get them.

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#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted fanfiction #redacted fic #redacted writing #redacted freelancer #redacted damien #redacted lasko #redacted huxley #redacted lasko moore #lasko moore #redacted gavin #redacted solstice #redacted moonbound #redacted sunbound #redacted freebound #redacted damn #redacted demons

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DRDT Incorrect Quotes: Pt. 2

I finally made a part two yaaaay!

Hu: Where is everybody?

Ace: Eden had a nervous breakdown, Levi is looking after her, Rose went back to bed, Teruko is trying to kill David, and I'm in charge.

Hu: YOU'RE IN CHARGE?!?

Ace: Why is THAT the only thing you’re panicking about?!?

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David: Oh, so now I'm 'bad' just because I've done bad things in the past, continue doing so in the present, and will likely do so in the future?

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Charles: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Whit: My record is four, but I’ll see what I can do.

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J: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Arei: It’s not a joke!

Arei: *Sniffle*

Arei: I’m a legit snack.

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Teruko: Xander isn’t answering his phone.

David: I’ll call.

Teruko: Eden and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi—

Xander: *Through the phone* Hello?

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Nico: *Bursts into the room* Guys, I impulsively bought a snake, what should I name him?

Everyone: YOU DID WHAT?

Whit: William Snakespeare.

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Arturo: I have the sharpest memory here! Name one time I forgot something!

Arei: You left me, Ace, and Veronika in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Arturo: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Teruko: Why is Ace so sad?

David: He took one of those, ‘Which Character Are You’ quizzes.

Teruko: …And?

David: He got Nico.

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Xander: Rules are made to be broken!

Min: They’re meant to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.

Whit: Uh, piñatas.

Ace: Glow sticks.

David: Karate Boards.

Rose: Spagetti when you have a small pot.

Xander: Rules.

Min:

…

Veronika: Then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Arturo: …You mean you stabbed them?

Veronika: They ran into my knife.

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Whit: Sometimes, I don’t even realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and realize everyone is staring at me weird.

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(The Cake Gang when they drop food on the ground)

Min: Aw, man. *Throws it away*

Teruko: Eh, five second rule.

Rose: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me. *Eats it off the floor*

Eden: *Sobs on the floor*

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Teruko: Where’s Xander?

Min: Don’t worry, I’ll find him.

Min, shouting: DAVID SUCKS!

Xander, distantly: David is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Min: Found him.

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Eden, trying her first cup of coffee: I. AM. ENERGY!!! *Runs around in circles*

David, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in the next ten seconds.

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Teruko: You spent all your money on this?

Nico, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

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Hu: Fine. While I’m gone, Arei, you’re in charge.

Arei: Yes!!!

Hu, whispering: Min, you’re secretly in charge.

Min: Obviously.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #hu jing #ace markey #david chiem #arturo giles #whit young #nico hakobyan #teruko tawaki #xander matthews #min jeung #eden tobisa #veronika grebenshchikova #arei nageishi #rose lacroix

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chaeminnieya · 6 months

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Midnight talks

Ft.Soyeon

Synopsis- you’ve had a hard time getting any sleep so you turned to Soyeon for help, only in the end she was the one with no sleep 🙁

Warnings- not much just swearing😈

“Soyeon..? Are you awake?” You whisper while softly pinching Soyeon’s cheek, you have had a-lot of trouble sleeping as of late so the best option for you was to spend the night at Soyeon's apartment.

“Soyeon…wake up.” You whined while rolling over and hanging off the bed, a muffled and quiet “go to sleep” was heard from Soyeon as she covered herself with blankets, trying to ignore your antics

A sigh was heard from you as you got back onto the bed and laid next to Soyeon, staring at her “thanks for letting me stay the night.” You whispered “huh?” Soyeon mumbled while still keeping her eyes closed “I'm just thankful for you.” You mumbled.

“For a while I just thought that I’d just work myself to death...Then I met you, you kind of gave my life more structure…probably because your constant nagging.”

Your words sort of stung Soyeon's heart but also warmed it, she loves her role as a leader and is so grateful she got the chance to meet the six girls of (G)-IDLE but sometimes she wonders if it was the right choice, I mean being a idol is hard and she doesn’t know if she’s got what it takes to get through that.

“I miss her.” You mumbled while admiring the small heart tattoo on the inside of your finger, the one that you and her got together

“I do too.” Soyeon muttered in response as she stared out the window, at the crescent moon trying not to let a tear slip out

“go to sleep.”

“I’m not sleepy.” You were.

“I am.”

“I’m bored.” You weren’t.

“Then sleep.”

“I can’t.” You probably could, if you felt like missing these precious moments that could be taken at any second.

“Why not…?”

“Because I'm bored!” You say while throwing your right arm around Soyeon and hugging her, being with Soyeon brought you peace..a sense of home, she was always waiting with open arms..there to catch you whenever you fall.

“I swear if you don't go to sleep I will make you sleep outside and have you use a leaf as a blanket.”

“You’re so annoying.”

Soyeon is currently wide awake, tracing the tattoo on your arm “But I'm thankful for you too.” Soyeon mumbled

“quit flirting with me”

“I am not!” Soyeon gasped while pushing your tattooed arm away “I wasn’t complaining geez” you said softly while staring holes into Soyeon’s side, watching her shoulders rise and fall slowly in all honesty Soyeon is in the top three girls you’d date…but no…or?

“Quit staring at me.” Soyeon scolded softly making you shudder in the process “cant help it, you’re so pretty” “you’re looking at the back of my head.” “Its pretty to me.”

“Take your ass to sleep.”

Not another word was spoken after that only the soft snores that came from you.

and as fast as the moon arrived, it left even faster as the sun arose and shed light to the dark city and peeked through the curtains Soyeon realized, that the Midnight Talk you both had shared made her miss her whole nights worth of sleep, but she wasn’t mad at that, because for all she knew this may be the last midnight talk the two of you ever have.

HINT!: put all the bold purple letters together

#soyeon #soyeon x reader #g idle #gidle #g idle soyeon #fluff #gidle soyeon #soyeon gidle #jeon soyeon

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER SIX “to be your own person”

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summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, he thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself wanting to know who the real Joshua Hong is under his polite smile and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: aight gays im gonna be real i have no idea how this is gonna progress and any time i made u think i knew what was going on, i was basically lying to you bc i have no idea lmao

“Soonyoung hyung, I think I left my keys at Jeonghan hyung’s,” was the first thing Seokmin said as Soonyoung groggily emerged from his room the next morning.

“Good for you,” the elder croaked, rubbing at his half-closed eyes, before walking past Seokmin and into the kitchen.

Seokmin trailed after him. “I need to go over there and pick them up.”

Soonyoung just grunted, opening the fridge and squinting into its depths. “Okay. Have fun.”

There was a brief pause, as Seokmin watched his roommate squint at the fridge a little longer before pulling out a container of cold chicken and walking to the table, letting the refrigerator door swing shut.

“You’re coming with me, you know," he said. "Come on, hyung.”

“Hm.” Soonyoung looked up from the chicken, eyes still puffy with sleep, yet still managing to direct a mildly accusing stare at Seokmin. “Why am I getting a sense of deja vu?”

Seokmin just grinned as innocently as he could. Unlike most Saturdays after coming back from Game Night, his head was curiously clear. He supposed it was one of the upsides of not drinking as much. Soonyoung, however, was as thoroughly out of it as usual, and probably wasn't fit to leave the house for another four hours. But when Seokmin had come home last night, discovered his house keys were not in his back pocket as they usually were and had had to fish Soonyoung’s keys from somewhere off of his drunk body to open the door, he'd come to the conclusion he’d left them over at Jeonghan’s. He hadn't had the energy last night to go all the way back and pick them up, though, so Seokmin had made the decision to go fetch them the day after.

Not by himself, of course. He had to bring his lovely friend Soonyoung with him too.

“I’m not coming,” Soonyoung said, looking down at the chicken and then over at their stove, and then down at the chicken again before promptly beginning to eat the cold meat with his hands, evidently deciding it was too much effort to heat it up. “Go get your keys yourself.”

“Hyung! Come on. You’re coming with me.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Seokmin, I’m not, and you cannot force me t—”

An hour later, Soonyoung stomped up the path to Jeonghan and Joshua’s front door, arms folded. Seokmin waited further along the steps, grinning widely as Soonyoung frowned and pouted and muttered annoyances under his breath.

“I can’t believe you dragged me out of the house to watch you get your keys,” he grumbled. “My head is still pounding.”

“Nonsense,” Seokmin replied cheerfully. “If it was, and if it was really that bad, then you would’ve put up more of a fight. You basically walked out of the front door hand-in-hand with me.”

He knocked on the door, and beamed wider as Soonyoung glared.

“I’m pretty sure I protested the entire time.”

Seokmin shrugged, as if Soonyoung protesting was a given. “But you walked out by yourself! I didn’t have to drag you kicking and screaming from the house.” He turned back to the door, knocking more insistently. “Why are they not answering? Hello, there are people outside your house!”

Soonyoung winced as Seokmin continued to hammer at the door. “Maybe Jeonghan’s asleep. I mean, he did spend a long time towards the end of the night doing, like, a million cartwheels.”

“Yeah, but he has my keys,” Seokmin whined. “I don’t even know how I left them there. And I want them back— Ah!”

The door suddenly swung open and Seokmin’s hand went sailing through mid-knock. By a sudden, miraculous bout of reflexes, Jeonghan managed to duck the fist, and then stared at him amusedly. “Well, good morning to you too.” His eyes were twinkling, and he looked far too awake for someone who had spent a good majority of the early hours of that morning doing drunken cartwheels around his own home. “What do you want?”

“What, can’t we just come over because we missed our lovely Jeonghan hyung?” Seokmin asked teasingly, as Jeonghan opened the door wider to let the two of them in.

Jeonghan laughed, walking further inside, picking his way through the mess. “You missed me?”

Seokmin nodded his head vigorously as he took off his shoes, before following Jeonghan while Soonyoung stayed in the doorway, cursing at his shoes which refused to be untied. “Of course! We’d only ever come here because we miss you dearly, you know?”

A head popped into view from the stairs as Jeonghan led them to the living room, and Seokmin narrowly managed to avoid bashing his forehead against a person’s chin.

“Han?” the head asked. “Who’s here?”

And then the head froze, making eye contact with Seokmin.

Seokmin blinked up at Joshua, who blinked back, startled. His hair was all messed up, eyes still a little heavy with sleep, and there were pillow marks on one side of his face.

Neither of them said anything, and there was silence save for Soonyoung’s continued curses at the front door. Jeonghan grinned at them from the living room doorway, cheeks pulled up, looking like he’d planned this encounter, but of course he didn’t, because no one could plan this, right?

Right?

“You only missed me, hm?” Jeonghan said, and his eyes were still twinkling. “Only me, Seokmin?”

Seokmin laughed. Nervously. With the distinct feeling that he was walking right into a trap. “Haha, not just you, of course. I missed our Joshua hyung as well!”

Someone made a squeaking noise, but when Seokmin turned to look at Joshua again, he was walking down the stairs, shaking his head, running a hand through his fluffed-up hair in an attempt to calm it down.

“Stop messing with him, Jeonghan,” Joshua said, sighing. His tone was long-suffering, annoyed, and yet with a smile to his voice that made Seokmin smile a little too. “He’s here for something. Let him get what he came here for instead of extorting words of affirmation from him.”

Jeonghan laughed. Soonyoung was still in the doorway. Joshua was rubbing his cheeks, glaring at his housemate, and Seokmin felt like he was missing something.

“What if I’m extorting them for you, hm?” Jeonghan grinned, before waving his hand, turning back to Seokmin. “Okay, okay. You’re here for your keys, aren’t you?”

Seokmin blinked. “How did you know?”

Jeonghan grinned, impossibly wider, and Seokmin was a chronic smiler himself but this looked like it was most definitely bordering on uncomfortable. He turned to Joshua, impish.

Joshua stared at Jeonghan, in disbelief, looking more and more awake with every passing second.

“I’ll go get them,” he said, after a long, long moment. “They’re upstairs in my room.” And with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared back up the stairs.

At that moment, Soonyoung seemed to materialise at Seokmin’s shoulder. “Alright, have you found your keys? Can we go now?”

Seokmin didn’t even register what he’d said. “Hyung,” he said to Jeonghan, “why are my keys in Joshua hyung’s room?”

Jeonghan pouted. “He messed it up. Joshuji wasn’t meant to get them himself.”

“What?”

“Never mind.” Jeonghan waved a hand. “How are both of you doing, by the way? I don’t think I saw you drink a lot last night, Seokmin.”

“He didn’t,” Soonyoung said. “But I did. And my head hurts. Once we get Seokmin’s keys, we’re gonna go.”

“Go?” Jeonghan repeated. “Goodness, no, don’t go! We still have all this mess to clean up. You’re going to help, you know.” He gestured all around him, at the house which looked more like a dumping ground than a property in a suburban area. “I can’t do this by myself.”

At that moment, Joshua descended the stairs, Seokmin’s keys clattering in his hands. Seokmin’s eyes lit up as the elder handed him his keys, face breaking out into a grateful beam.

“Oh, hyung, thank you so much!”

Joshua looked up from their hands to blink at Seokmin, before he smiled, all melty soft and gently golden. The gold was unfamiliar, but not extremely so: like Seokmin had seen it perhaps once before. All open and glowing and light. But… where?

“No worries. Jeonghan gave them to me, saying you’d dropped them somewhere in the house,” Joshua was saying. He shrugged. “Knowing Han, he probably just stole it from you while drunk.”

“Joshua!” Jeonghan looked scandalised. “Why would you expose my secrets like that?”

Seokmin blinked, and then laughed, slapping Jeonghan on the shoulder. “You’re so mean, hyung! I can’t believe you’d do something like that!”

Jeonghan joined in with his fake laughs, slapping Seokmin in reciprocation. “It’s just part of my charm!”

Soonyoung blinked tiredly, and he and Joshua exchanged looks as the other two continued with their actions. “I think Jeonghan hyung’s still drunk,” Soonyoung said, and Joshua nodded.

“There’s a very good possibility.”

“Anyways,” Jeonghan said, poking Seokmin in the side before stepping back, “as an apology, I can have you help us clean up our house.”

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t,” Seokmin said, clasping his hands together dramatically. “I have other stuff to do.” He turned to Soonyoung, grinned, and rapidly turned on his heel. “Bye!”

Soonyoung frowned. “Wait, what? Seokmin, what stuff do you have to do?”

Jeonghan tilted his head, before beaming. “Well, Soonyoung, it seems you’ve been chosen to help clean up the mess!”

Joshua drifted down the hallway as Soonyoung vehemently protested, running his hand amusedly through his hair as Seokmin struggled to put on his shoes. “Do you actually have other stuff to do?”

“I do, actually,” Seokmin said, almost falling over as he tugged on his sneakers. “I have, uh. Something. With Jihoon hyung.”

“With Jihoon hyung.” Joshua crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as he watched Seokmin, the weak cries of Soonyoung echoing behind him. “You have plans with him?”

Seokmin finally won the battle over his shoes, and stood up. “Yeah, actually! I have to record a… thing. For him. He asked me last night.”

Joshua looked at Seokmin for a long moment, and Seokmin shifted uneasily. There was that whirring cogs look in Joshua’s eyes again, but it only lasted a second before he smiled, all fluffy cotton candy.

“Sure,” he said, leaning away from the wall to step forwards, and Seokmin had no explanation for the way his heart suddenly jumped as Joshua leaned closer, before reaching past him and opening the front door for him. Joshua smiled again. “Have fun.”

Seokmin swallowed, smiling back. “Thanks, hyung.” He nodded to Soonyoung and Jeonghan, who were still arguing further inside the house. “Have fun too.”

Joshua grimaced, and his expression made Seokmin laugh. “I’ll try.”

And then he bid goodbye to Seokmin once more, with a wave that the younger made sure to return, and then Seokmin was walking back down the path, out onto the street, a smile still inexplicably on his face.

───────────── ‘✷,

“Ah, there he is,” Soonyoung said dramatically the moment Seokmin stepped into their apartment. “The traitor. The man who abandoned his hungover roommate who had to clean up last night’s mess with one Yoon Jeonghan nattering in his ear.”

Seokmin just laughed at the echo of Soonyoung’s voice from somewhere in the living room, taking off his shoes and wandering down the hallway. “Hyung, Jeonghan hyung texted me to say that he didn’t actually make you clean up when you were all hungover, and he actually just made you tea and fed you cookies instead.”

There was a pause, before Soonyoung’s voice floated down the hallway again. “Well, you’re still a traitor for abandoning me,” he said. Seokmin grinned, poked his head into the living room, and then upon seeing the other people in their apartment, beamed wider.

“Seungkwan! How’s your head doing, after those handstands last night? Oh, and Junhui hyung! You’re here too?”

Junhui waved from the floor. “Hi! Minghao kicked me out of our apartment. Said I was giving him a headache.”

“Aw, poor Junhui hyung,” Seokmin said, pouting, before sitting on the floor next to him. “What were you doing? Why did Minghao kick you out?”

“I was singing in his ear.”

“Oh.” Seokmin blinked. “Well, if I was Minghao, I would’ve kicked you out too.”

Junhui just grinned.

“Anyways, where were you, hyung?” Seungkwan asked curiously. He was all sprawled out on the sofa, looking like he owned it, while Soonyoung was bunched up in one corner. Seokmin was mildly surprised that Soonyoung had let that happen. “Hyung wouldn’t tell us anything about where you were.”

“That’s because he didn’t tell me anything,” Soonyoung grumped, before kicking Seungkwan’s shins. “Also, move over. You’re squishing me.”

“I was with Jihoon hyung,” Seokmin said, shrugging. “Just doing him a favour. Nothing big.”

Seungkwan squinted suspiciously, but he didn’t have time to push it before Soonyoung bodily shoved him back onto one half of the couch, already talking about something else.

“Speaking of Jihoon, though,” Soonyoung said, ignoring the younger’s squawks of indignation, “He’s recently sold a song to that new boy group. Did you know that?”

“Wait, you mean that boy group that went viral for their debut song?” Junhui asked, and when Soonyoung nodded, he grinned. “Wow, that’s amazing!”

Soonyoung grinned, and his cheeks looked almost rosy with pride. “I know right? Jihoon’s amazing.” He paused, and then somehow, managed to grin even wider. “And guess who was just asked to choreograph their dance for them?”

Junhui’s eyes widened, and when Seokmin finally clocked what Soonyoung meant, he let out a dramatic gasp and clasped his hands together.

“No way! Seriously? Hyung, you’re so incredible!” he cried, throwing his arms in the air in congratulations. “Are you gonna take it? You’re gonna take it, right? Imagine if this comeback goes crazy viral for them too! Imagine if you were able to come back as their permanent choreographer!”

Soonyoung grinned, shrugging. “Dunno. I might. A couple of indie companies have reached out to me, though, so I’m a little bit booked up.”

“No!” Seungkwan suddenly shot up and grabbed Soonyoung’s shoulders, looking like he’d completely forgotten his earlier disgruntled state. “You have to take this, hyung. I gotta show the music video to my colleagues when it comes out and brag about the fact that your name is in the credits!” He turned to Junhui. “Hyung, back me up here!”

Junhui laughed, leaning back on his hands. “Take the job, Soon-ah. You don’t want Seungkwan to not be able to brag to his colleagues, do you?”

That made Soonyoung laugh. “Okay, okay, maybe I will. They haven’t finalised payment just yet, but their offering price was a decent amount, so I might.” He fished out a bag of chips from somewhere amidst the mess, opening them and beginning to chomp really loudly. “I googled the company, and they’ve had, like, really good choreographers under them for a while. One of them left to start his own company though, and I think that’s why they offered a job to me.”

“That’s so cool,” Seokmin said sincerely, eyes wide. “You should take it, hyung. Is it only one song?”

“Both their title track and a b-side, I think,” Soonyoung said, and then smiled, looking utterly delighted. “If they’re going to be performed, normally those two songs are pretty different in style. They must like my work a lot if they think I can pull off two different choreos.”

“As they should,” Seungkwan said, nodding vigorously. “You’re incredible, hyung. You deserve to choreograph for every single song in the world.”

Junhui tilted his head. “Is that a compliment? ‘Cause it sounds more like an overworking curse than anything.”

Seungkwan ignored him. “Do you know what the title track sounds like? Wait, how did you even know that it’s the same song as Jihoon hyung’s?”

“I told Hoon about the job offer, duh,” Soonyoung said simply. “And he said, yeah, he’s recently written a title track for that company, and turns out that it really is the same one."

"Oh!" Seokmin's eyes were wide with amazement. "What are the odds, huh? Does that mean Jihoon hyung let you listen to the demo?"

"He didn't have one," Soonyoung said, shrugging. "Which is weird, because he normally records the demos by himself as soon as he's finished composing a track. But he said he was looking for a different voice, 'cause he wanted someone else to do it."

"Huh, I wonder whose voice he was stealing," Junhui was in the middle of saying when Seokmin's eyes widened and he let out a tiny squeaking noise, making all of them pause and turn to look at him.

"Seokmin?” Junhui said. “Was that you?”

"No," Seokmin lied, before remembering that he really was a terrible liar. "And I definitely don't know anything about the person that Jihoon hyung used for his demo."

"You're lying," Seungkwan observed, incredibly intelligently, as if Seokmin wasn't the most obvious liar in the world.

“No shit,” Soonyoung said, narrowing his eyes. “What do you know, Seokmin? Is it something bad?”

Seokmin blinked rapidly. “No?”

Junhui narrowed his eyes. “Is the person whose voice Jihoon stole a really bad person?”

“What? No!” Seokmin shook his head, and then smiled awkwardly. “It’s just that, uh…” He paused, and then shrugged, all jerky movements and embarrassed grins. “Jihoon hyung… might’ve used my voice?”

A beat.

And then there was an explosion of noise, with Seungkwan crying out in disbelief and Soonyoung wailing and pretending to be hurt that he wasn’t told and Junhui just bursting into laughter and slapping Seokmin’s arm over and over again.

“How?” Seungkwan demanded, before repeating himself thrice more when no one seemed to be listening to him. “Hyung, how? How did you even agree?”

Seokmin grinned again, sheepishly. “Jihoon hyung asked me yesterday,” he said. “Asked if it would be alright for me to sing the demo track. It’s nothing too big or fancy, so I said yeah. And then we recorded it today.”

“Can we listen?” Soonyoung asked, and both Seungkwan and Junhui nodded fervently. “Can we? You have it with you, right?”

Seokmin shook his head rapidly, so hard that his ears started ringing. “Oh, no no no. No. You can’t. It sounds really bad. You shouldn’t listen to it.”

“It can’t be that bad,” Seungkwan protested. “Hyung! I wanna hear it! I wanna be able to use it to prove to you that you could totally be a singer!”

“Nope, none of you guys will ever hear it,” Seokmin said, crossing his arms. “Jihoon hyung has heard it, and Soonyoung hyung might hear it too for his work, but that’s it. No one else. Not if I can help it.”

“Aw.” Junhui patted Seokmin’s shoulder, and then pinched his cheek. “Well, if you’re sure.” He smiled then, all sweet and lovely and Junhui-like. “But I bet you sound really, really good. We’re proud of you for doing that! Jihoon’s probably really thankful as well.” And then he turned back to the others, and abruptly said, “Do you think stars plan when they’re about to die?”

Instantly, the conversation topic changed as they all ranted animatedly about the random topic that Junhui had thrown at them, and Seokmin found himself eagerly participating too, grateful for how easily Junhui had switched their conversation around. Knowing Seungkwan and Soonyoung, they’d have probably wrangled the demo recording out of him, the brats all too aware of their collective ability to wear him down in five seconds flat.

But as it were, the demo and the fact that Seokmin was singing was something he was still a little self-conscious about, especially the idea of other people hearing him. It felt… weird, to have someone listen to his voice in that way. Especially when he wasn’t that confident in his singing.

Oh, well. Maybe he’d get there one day, he thought, as he laughed at Junhui’s earnest expression as the elder argued for the emotional intelligence of stars. Seungkwan would probably love to give him pointers on expression and projection and stuff.

───────────── ‘✷,

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, mister? It’s midnight!”

“Out!” Seokmin yelled back, putting on his coat. “I’m going on a walk.”

“No you’re not!”

“What do you have against me going on a walk?”

“Stay home and watch trashy TV with me!”

Seokmin shook his head as Soonyoung’s voice echoed down the hall from the living room, the small sounds of tinny sitcom laughter floating through the air. He put on his shoes, making sure his keys were in his pocket before opening the door.

“I’m going out, and you can’t stop me!”

“Well, I could go over there and steal your keys.”

“But are you going to?”

Soonyoung paused for a moment, and then came a petulant huff from the living room. “Fine. Go. I hope you get kidnapped!”

Seokmin just laughed before walking out of their apartment, closing the door behind him.

The week had passed by almost painfully slowly. Even more slowly than normal, and by the time Friday had rolled around again, Seokmin felt as if he’d lived through a whole entire month rather than just six days.

It was why he was going out on a walk now, wandering down empty streets, kicking fallen leaves. He only went on nightly walks when he was truly exhausted, mentally, and the week had been so draining that he believed he definitely deserved to go on one tonight. Even though nothing had really happened, he was still so tired, his brain whirring and rattling so fast that all his thoughts were nothing but crackly clatters, bashing into each other and screeching like metal against metal, and he wanted nothing more than to escape his own head and go somewhere else. Somewhere quieter, gentler. Somewhere soft.

Cotton soft.

“Hello,” a voice said in his ear, and Seokmin felt oddly as if warm light had suddenly spilled over his shoulder as he turned to look over at the man coming to sit beside him.

Joshua smiled, a slight upturning of the lips that made Seokmin’s own lips tingle with the urge to smile too. “Tiring week?”

Seokmin gave in to the urge, and smiled, dimly registering his own lack of surprise at Joshua’s sudden appearance. It was as if it was completely normal, like Joshua blended in with the calm of the silent night, like Joshua wasn’t anything startling or out of place in Seokmin’s late night attempt to escape the mess in his head.

Almost as if, deep down, Seokmin had been expecting to see him. Or hoping to see him, at the very least.

“The most tiring,” he sighed, and Joshua nodded in understanding, sitting down under the streetlamp with him. “I don’t even know why. This was just a normal week.”

Joshua tilted his head. “That’s okay. A week can be normal and utterly exhausting at the same time.”

Seokmin looked away. “Maybe.”

There was silence, then, calm and soft grey and filled only with the sound of them breathing. Seokmin wondered vaguely how Joshua had even managed to find him: he was sitting in some residential street near his apartment, after all, out of the way of main roads and normal paths that people took walks on. And yet Joshua had found him, found Seokmin at the time he’d hidden himself away, at the time he’d most wanted to be alone.

But Joshua’s presence radiated warmth beside him, shoulders pressed together, both of them sitting right underneath the glow of the streetlamp, and as Seokmin finally felt the tangled screams in his brain slowly unravel, he decided that this was most certainly better than being alone.��

“What have you been up to this week?” Joshua asked softly, and the question made Seokmin blink, before letting out a soft laugh.

“You make it sound like we don’t literally work in the same place, hyung,” he said. “As if I don’t tell you every little detail about my day the moment we leave work.”

Joshua just shrugged, a small smile tugging up the corners of his lips. “Maybe I want to hear it again.”

“All of it?” Seokmin asked. Teasing.

But Joshua just looked at Seokmin, his small smile widening slightly. “Yeah. All of it.”

And, well. Seokmin had to look away after a few moments, because there was something so delicately silver in Joshua’s smile, and it made his fingers twitch and his ears burn, not quite understanding why that expression was affecting him so… weirdly.

He told Joshua about his week, though, after gathering his thoughts, because Joshua was always such a good listener, and talking aloud to him strangely made his brain unravel even more. Like his mere presence was enough to smooth all the jagged edges of his thoughts, hush the screams in his mind, settle everything back down into a state of peace and comfort.

“—described such a thought-provoking analysis, and I don’t normally make predictions on my students, especially the younger ones, but she is someone who I think would do really well in something like law or philosophy,” Seokmin finished, and Joshua hummed interestedly.

“Really? From just one analysis she did?”

Seokmin shook his head. “It was her entire essay,” he said, eyes wide. “This was, like, top tier writing the entire way through. She talked about themes and changing ideas in a way we’d never discussed in class. She’s a natural, I just know it.”

“I’ll look forward to seeing her named one of the top lawyers in the country,” Joshua said solemnly, and Seokmin laughed, tilting his head back.

“If you ever need a lawyer, just contact her and tell her you’re Mr. Lee’s long-lost twin,” Seokmin joked, beaming. “She’ll be sure to help you.”

Joshua smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Seokmin leaned back, sighing contentedly. “I don’t know, but there’s just something about you, hyung,” he began thoughtfully, “that makes it so easy to be… comfortable.” He turned to look at Joshua, as the elder raised an eyebrow and propped his elbow on his knee, resting his cheek against his palm. “Is that weird? You’re just really easy to talk to, I think. It’s nice.”

Joshua hummed, his gaze sliding past Seokmin before focusing on him again with a smile, eyes meltingly soft. “I guess it’s just part of my charm.”

“Yeah, probably,” Seokmin agreed easily, and Joshua laughed. “You’re charming, hyung. Like, even Minghao thinks you’re a nice person. And that guy won’t even admit to thinking that Junhui is decent, despite the fact he's been living with him voluntarily for years.”

"Well, Junhui's good company," Joshua said.

"And he's adorable," Seokmin shook his head, smiling. "That's not the point, though." He lightly bumped his shoulder against Joshua's. "You're always so nice to everyone. Even Minghao agrees."

Joshua chuckled, leaning his cheek further into his palm, eyes fixed on Seokmin. The yellow light above them made his eyes look caramel gold, glinting like gilded words on the open pages of an ancient book. Easily read, easily seen, easily identified as the most beautiful thing in the entire world.

He really looked so… at ease, his frame all relaxed as he sat next to Seokmin, their knees touching, his smile so bright and sweet that Seokmin’s chest did a weird, fluttery thing, and he had to swallow and blink rapidly a few times to get it to go away.

But Joshua just looked so open, his expressions crystal clear on his face, and as Seokmin thought back to last week, he couldn’t help but feel a little confused.

“Joshua hyung,” he started, and Joshua hummed, eyes refocusing on Seokmin to listen to what he was saying. “You know during last month’s Game Night? When you were talking to Jeonghan hyung?”

Joshua paused, and while his eyes were still copper-gold, he looked more cautious. “Yes?”

“You kind of… shut down, when you saw me,” Seokmin said. He fiddled with his fingers, and Joshua took his cheek off his palm and sat up properly. “Did I… Are you… Was it something I wasn’t meant to hear? I mean, it’s just that I’ve never seen you look so… like that around me before.”

Joshua was looking at Seokmin intently, and not for the first time, Seokmin felt almost as if Joshua was gauging his real emotions, what his real question was, figuring out how much to say and whether it would be okay to say it. But his face was still glittering gold, irises shining around the edges, so it felt less like Joshua was hiding from him, and more like he was trying to find the words to speak about his real self.

After a moment, the elder smiled.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, slowly. Careful. “Han was just being irritating again. I didn’t want you to be irritated by the nonsense he was saying as well.”

Seokmin stared at Joshua, before shaking his head. “You’re really nice, hyung,” he began. “You’re really nice. To everyone. And that’s—that’s really hard to do. Believe me, I’ve tried. But you do it really well, and—and I can tell, you know. That you’re changing for everyone. So you can be this all-round likeable person.

“And I’m not judging you for it. If I could do that, I’d do it too. But I guess, sometimes, I get… worried?” Seokmin hunched his shoulders, curling into himself, shy. “Because I just really like you a lot, hyung. You’re a really cool friend. And I’d never lie to you, and I know you’d never lie to me, but sometimes, when you change your personality like that, it kind of feels like you are.”

Joshua was silent, before he reached over and nudged Seokmin’s knee with the back of his hand, a gentle press of knuckles against fabric, the warmth of his touch almost instantly making Seokmin want to melt into him. And then his hand was gone, resting back on his own knee, as he looked away from Seokmin and out onto the darkened street.

“It’s hard to be your own person, once you realise that being everyone else’s person makes life a whole lot easier,” he said quietly. And then he didn’t say anything else.

After a moment, Seokmin sighed softly, bringing his own hand up to cover Joshua’s where it rested on his knee. “I get that,” he said. “But… it’s good to be your own person too.”

Joshua looked down, shrugged. Thought for a long moment, and then spoke. “By now, it’s habit, I guess. I’m used to being someone else’s person so it probably just comes easily now. And normally, most people don’t notice.”

He hesitated, then, words ringing opalescent in the air, so light and feathery and truthful that Seokmin felt kind of dizzy. Joshua’s hand was still warm under his, and he couldn’t quite tell whether the touch was grounding him or making him feel even floatier. And then Joshua’s grip tightened, just slightly, and Seokmin managed to focus back on him again.

“You’re a little different, though,” he said, chuckling softly. “Both you and Jeonghan. I’m not allowed to be someone else with Jeonghan. And you…” His words trailed off, and he looked back at Seokmin, eyes bright. He blinked, and for a brief moment, Seokmin could read every single galaxy within Joshua’s eyes.

Joshua’s eyelashes fluttered, and he looked down at where Seokmin’s hand covered his own.

“Every time I see you, it just gets harder and harder to be the someone else’s person to you.”

Seokmin breathed in quietly, shakily. “I think you should just be you.”

“It doesn’t work that way, Seokmin,” Joshua said quietly, with a small laugh. “It is me. Everything is all me. I just…” He paused, mouth twisting, like there were words he wanted to say but he couldn’t find them. Or maybe they didn’t exist.

“That’s okay, then,” Seokmin said, and then held Joshua’s hand more securely, wrapping his fingers around Joshua’s as the elder looked up at him, mild surprise in his eyes. “That’s fine. I get it. I still think you should allow us to truly know you, though, Joshua hyung. We’re your friends. We care about you.”

Joshua nodded, and his thumb lightly brushed against the side of Seokmin’s fingers, smiling just a little. “Maybe just you, for now,” he said. “Maybe I’ll just have you know me for now.”

Seokmin blinked, before beaming, wide and happy. “You won’t have to do anything different,” he promised. “I’ll help you feel comfortable with me, all by myself. I wanna know who you are, Joshua hyung.”

“Shua hyung,” Joshua said after a moment, and Seokmin tilted his head.

“Shua hyung?”

“You can call me Shua,” Joshua elaborated, and his face was so soft, his smile tinged with a shyness that Seokmin had never seen before. “I just… It’d probably be easier than saying all the syllables for ‘Joshua hyung’. If you want, of course.”

“I—of course,” Seokmin said, earnestly. Then he grinned again, squeezing Joshua’s hand once before releasing it and throwing his arms open wide for a hug. “Shua hyung! That’s so cute.”

Joshua laughed, bright and tinkling like bells, and as his arms wrapped around Seokmin in return, it occurred to him that he’d never heard Joshua laugh like that before. All bright and carefree and as beautiful and soaring as the elegant notes of a song. “It’s just my name in shortened form.”

“Yeah, and it’s cute,” Seokmin said, smiling so wide that his heart felt like it was going to burst, “Shua hyung.”

And Joshua—elusive, cotton soft, polite and unreachable Joshua—gave Seokmin a smile that could have lit up the whole world.

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