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Winter Sun - Chapter 5

Note - lil early treat as the game is on tomorrow. this is probably one of my favourites so I’m super excited for you guys to read it. Once again thank you sm for being so lovely I just adore you guys 🥺 also I added in a anons suggestion last minute I hope you like it 🤭 and feedback is appreciated as always 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6.1k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

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You didn’t know if the heat was getting to Mason, but he could barely keep his hands off of you as the week went on.

Every night the pair of you ended up in one of the others room to let off some steam and you were beginning to wonder how you’d survive without him when the holiday finished. Even during the day he’d try and sneak you off if he could. Pretending you’d gone for a nap or to make a call so he could quickly make the pair of you cum and you couldn’t lie, you were having the time of your life.

It wasn’t just the sex though. He was right, you were his for the week and no matter where you were or what you were doing he was practically glued to your side. You were having the best week with him and all your friends and the little arrangement only made it even better.

You kept to your side of the deal too, making him breakfast and lunch if he wanted it. Treating him to ice cream when you were out even when he refused and making sure he always had his sun cream on but you knew he was secretly loving being taken care of in this way. Often finding him staring at you longingly as you made him something to eat like he wanted to pull you in and not let you go.

You felt good. Better than good, you felt wanted and needed and even though you both promised that the friendship came first and no feelings would be involved you noticed you’d started to slip.

You thought about him constantly when he wasn’t around, only feeling truly content when he was next to you and you felt yourself becoming in tune with the way he acted towards you. One misplaced glance or change in the tone of his voice had you spiralling but you were too afraid to say anything to him in case you made a fool of yourself so you kept it in. Trying to be as relaxed as possible around him.

You’d had a great week by all accounts though, getting drunk in the evening and soaking up the sun in the day and before you knew it there were only a few days left. Today was a little different though as you were meant to be having a girls day and Carly had arranged for the four of you to go pottery painting whilst the boys had their own thing going on but when you left you realised they were coming with you. Ben explaining that due to the weather their speedboat experience had been cancelled so they were tagging along to paint with you.

‘I’ve never done pottery painting, I don’t think I’ll be any good’ you told Mason as you all approached the building. Him holding the door open for you and you smiled as you walked passed him.

‘You decorate your cakes all fancy though, surely you can’t be too bad’

‘I guess we’ll have to wait and see’ you winked. Joining everyone else as a sweet older lady explained what you had to do.

Once she was done you were all allowed to go and pick your pottery, and once again you felt Mason brush up besides you as you looked for something to paint.

‘What are you thinking of painting?’ You asked him, eyes scanning the shelves for something exciting and you watched as he picked up a small stubby sort of vase before sending you a wink.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know’ he laughed before turning on his heel and making his way over to sit with the rest of the boys. Leaving you stumped before turning back to your only other hope.

‘Carly? Whar are you painting?’

‘Gonna paint Ben a mug I think, and maybe a little bowl for my cereal’ she mused, grabbing the biggest bowl she could see before taking it back to the girls table. You watched with a smile, knowing how much she loved her cookie crisp but your eyes were soon wandering over to Mason like they always did.

In the end you picked up a mug, wanting to paint Mason something too and then a mug for yourself before joining the girls. Sitting and gossiping as you let your creative juices flow and even though you were trying your hardest to paint something nice for Mason your lines were all wobbly and you thought it looked silly but you hoped it liked it.

For your own mug you decorated it with little strawberries and daisies, this coming out a little better than Masons but you were clearly taking too long as the girl’s had gone to join the boys to show off what they’d made as you were finishing up.

‘That's pretty’ Mason smiled, taking up the seat next to you. ‘The mugs not too bad either’

‘Oh hush it you’ you laughed. Secretly enjoying his compliments and you knew you were blushing as much as you tried to hide it.

‘Sorry, but it’s true, I am a bit concerned though. Please don’t tell me you’ve spent this whole time doing that’

‘Of course not’ you laughed, nodding your head to the side and you watched his eyes light up at the Spider-Man mug you’d painted for him. ‘I know it’s not great but I thought it might look good on your mug tree I got you’ you laughed, referring to the one you’d got him as a house warming gift and you watched his eyes soften as they flickered back between you and the mug.

‘You painted that for me?’

‘Of course. Just another little thank you of mine’ you teased but you could tell he was touched that you’d made something for him.

‘I guess I should show you what I did’ he laughed, a nervous expression on his face as he went to retrieve his item but you were more than confused when he set it down in front of you.

This looked nothing like the vase he’d picked up before. It was covered in little hearts of all shapes and sizes, pretty flowers and a few cupcakes hidden in here and there plus a slightly bigger pink heart that had gwen Stacey’s pink mask inside. Making you smile as you recalled all the times you’d spent watching it together and you loved the way both of yours tied in together without you meaning it too.

You were just about to ask what it was when you noticed the word tips carefully written in a fancy font on the front and your eyes shot up to his nervous ones.

‘It’s for your bakery. Thought it might look nicer than the coffee jar you’ve got sat by the till’ he laughed and your heart melted instantly.

‘Oh Mase’ you laughed. Dropping your brush and pulling him in for a hug and he held you back just as tightly. Tucking his head into your neck as he was a little shy and your heart thumped at how lovely he had been.

‘Bit of luck I painted something for you now huh?’ You laughed. Pulling back to look at his flushed face before his eyes darted to the Spider-Man mug in between you.

‘I’ll treasure it forever’ he laughed before helping you pick everything up and take it over to where everyone else’s were. The lady let you know they’d take around a week to be finished and you all wrote your addresses down for each piece before going to grab a quick lunch so you could get back to the villa. The weather now changing and after your busy morning and early afternoon, all you could think about was heading over to your chair and blocking out the rest of the world.

Well everyone but Mason at least.

He was still in the kitchen grabbing himself a drink, promising to follow you outside shortly to join you and with a quick, sneaky pinch to his bum you took the few steps from the kitchen to outside.

‘You coming in, y/n?’ Ben called, motioning his head into the pool as you walked around the edge towards you but you shook your head. Heading straight for the lounge chair you’d claimed as your own so you could get set up with your book however Ben seemed to be having different ideas. Stopping you in your tracks with his hands on your shoulders and the cheeky smile on his face unnerved you. ‘Come on, I haven’t seen you in there once this week’

‘So? I don’t want to’

‘But you have to, it’s the rules’ he laughed, turning you so you were now facing away from him, his chest pressed against your back as he bent slightly before lifting you from the floor.

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ you shrieked, voice full of fear but you could tell he thought it was all hilarious. Swinging you from side to side as you thrashed and kicked your legs, your breaths short and sharp like you couldn’t take enough air in and as your eyes began to sting from fear you couldn’t help but let out a frightened whimper.

‘No can do, everyone needs to go for a swim or you can’t say you’ve had a proper holiday’ he laughed, swinging you back one final time before launching you into the water.

Everyone’s laughter and cheering was suddenly silenced, all you could hear was a rushing noise as you tried to fight your way to safety. You didn’t know what way was up and what was down and the more you struggled the more lost you became. Your lungs burning as you resisted the urge to open your mouth and scream but you were so frightened you didn’t know what else to do.

I’m gonna die, the only thought that was rushing through your head but the sudden feeling of someone’s arms around your waist as they dragged you up and back to the real world knocked the wind out of you.

You were gasping for breath instantly, your hands gripping onto someone’s strong shoulders as you tried to calm your aching lungs before you felt their hand on you back so they could pull you into them. Your arms snaked around their neck as you hid your head into them and they rubbed up and down soothingly to try and relax you before pulling you flush against them with their lips to your ear.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’ve got you, yeah? I promise it’s alright’

‘Mase’ you whimpered, booming coughs erupting from you as you clung to him even tighter. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he held you to his chest tightly and you knew you were going to be fine.

‘I know, Muffin. I promise I’ve got you’ he told you gently as he slowly walked you to the steps of the pool, gently walking you out whilst you clung to him like a koala and once you were up the steps and on the side you let yourself slide down his body so you could stand on your own. You could feel him start to pull back, probably wanting to check you were okay but you were having none of it. Small sobs now poring from you as you realised you were okay, the shock of it all finally hitting you and the embarrassment of everyone having seen you flapping about like a wet fish made you hold him even tighter as you cried into his neck.

‘Y/n I-‘ Ben started from behind you but Mason was quick to cut him off for you.

‘Don’t, Ben. Just don’t’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘Ben I swear to god if you don’t fuck off right now’ Mason growled, his body going stuff as he pulled you impossibly closer to his body. ‘I mean what the fuck were you thinking?’ He roared, but you didn’t want to start and argument so you pulled back in the hopes he’d look at you. He looked furious, cheeks flushed as his brows pitched together and you could feel the anger pouring from him but you watched his expression soften at the sight of you.

‘Can we just go inside’ you whispered through your tears and without so much a look in Bens direction, Mason lead you into the kitchen and away from everyone else before picking you up by your thighs and placing you on the counter.

‘Are you okay?’ He whispered, holding you by the jaw so she could get a good look at you and even though you were still crying and taking in strangled breaths you nodded your head. ‘What happened?’

‘H-he threw me I-in. I p-panicked’ you stuttered out before he pulled you back into his chest so you could calm down. You knew you were fine but your heart was still beating out of your chest and you were thankful you had Mason to grip onto.

Once you were calm again you pulled back to look at him, a soft concerned expression on his face as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead and you couldn’t ignore the goosebumps that traveled over your arms at the gesture. His touch was grounding you more than you thought it would but the feel of his lips on your skin made you feel even better.

‘You really don’t like the water do you?’ He asked softly, a small smile on his lips and you shook your head softly as you rubbed at your eyes. ‘Can you swim?’ He questioned gently and you took a nervous gulp before answering.

‘No’ you whispered, wanting to look away out of embarrassment but his non judgemental stare settled you and your carried on looking into his gentle eyes.

‘Y/n’ he sighed, but you could tell there was smile behind his voice as he slightly scolded you. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know?’

‘Sorry’ you chuckled but he just shook his head before pulling you back into his embrace.

‘It’s alright. Just as long as you’re okay’ he mumbled, pulling back to look at you and you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘I’ll be fine’

‘Good’ he laughed before dropping his head to press a light kiss to your lips.

You froze, that’s against the rules being your first thought but he didn’t seem to be reacting in any way so you kept your cool and acted like what he’d just done was normal even though it was anything but.

‘Do you fancy going out for a bit? We can head to the beach rather than hanging here, I just know if I see Ben I’m likely to throttle him’ he joked, squeezing your waist lightly and you agreed, still a little embarrassed about the whole thing so you let him help you down so you could quickly leave.

You tried to be quick, drying yourself off and changing into a new bikini and a pair of shorts before chucking on an over shirt and trainers snd meeting Mason in the hall outside your rooms.

He was dressed in shorts and a tank, clearly throwing his own outfit together pretty hastily but looking at him still made your knees weak. The fact he’d have his tattoos on show for you today too made your tummy flip so when he held out his hand you took it straight away before he led you outside and thankfully you didn’t see anyone on the way out. Following Mason with your head down and once you were out he steered you towards the main town.

‘Thought we could have a walk on the beach maybe? Or look round some shops?’

‘Sounds perfect’ you smiled, squeezing his hand gently as you followed him down.

You arrived at the shops first, the pair of you looking at all the trinkets and souvenirs before Mason asked if you’d like to play a game and you looked up at Mason with a confused expression.

‘Whenever me and my family go away we get each other a magnet’ he told you, head motioning inside one of the tourist shops at a giant wall of magnets. ‘You go in here, I’ll go into the shop opposite and we can buy each other one. You know, one that reminds us of the other’ he explained but your silence made his face falter. ‘Or if that’s weird we can just-‘

‘No Mason I love it’ you giggled, squeezing his hand before letting go. ‘I’ll meet you out here in a sec yeah?’

‘Okay’ he nodded shyly before you both went in separate directions. There were a few you were considering but in the end you picked up one that looked like a rooster as it reminded you of Nando’s and you’d seen them everywhere this week and once you’d picked up a few more things for people back home, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. Carly’s name flashing up on your screen and you felt nervous instantly. She wasn’t around when the pool fiasco happened and you knew she was probably worrying where you were.

You met him outside where he was looking at you with a cheeky smile before quickly swapping the little paper bags they were hidden in, both bursting into fits of giggles when you saw you’d bought each other the same one.

‘You fancy a walk on the beach? We can stay away from the water if you want’ he smiled but you just laughed and took his outstretched hand. Walking along the shore as he intwinted his fingers with yours.

It all felt so surreal, getting caught up in the moment even though you know you shouldn’t have, but the way he was acting so soft and caring with you made your heart flutter and you had to remind yourself often that he was still just your friend.

He stopped suddenly, pulling his phone out his his pocket before seemingly trying to take a picture of the sand in front of you and you were confused as to what he was doing until he threw a peace sign up in the air, looking down to see his shadow on the sand so you joined in as he took a few more. Both giggling away until he placed his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his side before popping a kiss on your forehead and snapping a picture.

You looked up at him carefully, his bright eyes looking down into yours and the urge to kiss him was stronger than ever. He beat you to it though, planting another illegal kiss on your lips softly before taking your hand again so you could carry on walking.

‘You feeling better now, Muffin?’ He asked quietly, a hint of worry still in his eyes but it needn’t be there.

‘Much better. Thank you for looking after me Mase’ you told him sincerely, wrapping your arms around his waist so you could hold him close. ‘Sorry for ruining your peaceful afternoon’

‘Don’t be silly, I’d rather hang out with you anyway. I was thinking, maybe we could grab some dinner out? Unless you wanna go back, we can do that too’ he told you, rushing at the end like he thought he’d overstepped but you were enjoying your alone time with him so you sent him a reassuring smile.

‘No I like the sound of that. Maybe we could have a little picnic on the beach? I don’t think I’m looking too presentable to be sitting in somewhere’ you laughed, looking down and your thrown together outfit and still damp hair but the soft smile on his face relaxed you.

‘I mean I think you look great but whatever you want’ he winked, squeezing your sides playfully.

After another quick walk around the town, Mason pointed out a take away pizza place and put your order in before you popped into the small supermarket opposite to grab some drinks and sweet treats before taking your food back to the beach so you could eat and watch the sunset.

Even though you didn’t like the water, there was something about sitting by the sea and the sound of the waves that made you feel at peace. And sitting with Mason as you spoke casually about future plans and how he was looking forward to the rest of the season made your heart sing.

‘I know we haven’t known each other too long in the grand scheme of things, but you know I’m really proud of you, don’t you?’ You told him softly, watching the most heartwarming smile stretch across his face before he patted the space in front of him so you’d sit in between his legs. Once you were comfortable his arms snaked around your waist and you placed yours on top of his as he pulled you as close as he could to him. His lips by your ear so he could speak to you quietly.

‘I’m proud of you too, Muffin’ he whispered, the smile in his voice evident but you both started giggling as he kissed the side of your head. ‘I’m serious. You’ve got your own thing going on and you’re so successful and like I’m just so happy for you, you know? No one deserves to be happy more than you’

‘You deserve to be happy too’ you told him, moving your shoulders round slightly so you could look at him and you almost melted when his hand came to rest on your cheek so he could stroke it gently.

‘I am happy’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah, I know it was a big choice to go up there and have everything change. And yeah maybe there are certain things I would of liked to of kept the same but I think it’s worked out pretty well’

‘I think so too’ you whispered, your smile mirroring his as he continued to gently stroke your cheek. ‘Though I miss having you around’

‘I miss you too’ he smiled

‘Hmmm me or my cakes?’

‘Your cake’s obviously’ he laughed, making you roll your eyes playfully as you looked away from him but he was quick to hold you closer and scatter kisses on top of your head until you looked back. ‘I’m kidding. It’s mostly you’

There was that feeling again, wanting to kiss him more than anything and you knew he felt the same because his eyes kept flashing down to your lips as they flickered all over your face. You figured you’d just take the plunge, he’d kissed you twice already today so you reached up and thankfully he caught on and met you in the middle.

Kissing Mason like this made you feel giddy. You were breaking every rule in the book but there was no intent behind it, just two people showing the other how they felt and you hope Mason could tell how much you appreciated him for everything

‘Thank you for this week, Mase, I was really worried about coming but I’m so glad I did. I’ll never be able to repay you’

‘You don’t have to thank me or repay me’

‘But I do. I really appreciate everything you do for me’

‘Well do you send me cakes a lot’ he winked, ‘and you're always there for my games, good times and bad you're by my side so I appreciate you too. More than you know’ he told you softly. A warm fuzzy feeling spreading over your skin and you didn’t have the confidence to look at him anymore so you faced forward as the pair of you snuggled closer and listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.

‘Shall we head back? You’re starting to get cold and I don’t have anything for you’ Mason asked after a little while and even though you were content in his arms you knew it was getting late and you’d have to head back soon so you begrudgingly nodded.

‘Okay’ you whispered, taking a slow walk back with his hand in yours the whole way. When you got back, the house was silent and you weren’t even sure if anyone was in so you made your way down to your rooms after putting your leftovers in the fridge. Standing awkwardly outside your doors as he scratched the back of his neck.

‘You wanna come in here for a bit?’ He asked, making you raise your brows at him suggestively but he was quick to settle you. ‘Nothing like that, I just thought we could hang out for a bit. Watch a movie before bed?’

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah I just… I don’t wanna leave you yet like it feels weird to me’

‘It feels weird to me too’ you admitted shyly and your heart stuttered at his soft smile. ‘Listen, I’m just gonna have a quick shower, get changed and run upstairs for a water. You want me to get you anything?’

‘Why don’t you get us some snacks, I’ll let you pick’ he told you and with a final kiss to your forehead he let you go.

After your shower you found one of your nicer sets of pjs and you made your way upstairs but the sight in front of you made guilt rush through you. There was Ben, his face sat propped up on his fists as he leant against the counter and you could see how miserable he looked just from a glance.

You felt awful, you knew he hadn’t meant anything in a mean way earlier and when his eyes flickered over to yours you sent him a sympathetic smile.

‘You’re back’

‘Yeah we got back about fifteen minutes ago’ you told him as he sat up but he kept his eyes glued to the counter as he nodded his head and chewed on the inside of his cheek.

Without another word you made your way over to him, touching his shoulder so he’d turn a bit before pulling him into your arms. You felt him relax immediately as he held you tightly and you rubbed his back gently hoping to let him know everything was fine between you.

‘I’m so fucking sorry, y/n’ he told you quietly but you could hear the emotion in his voice and it was breaking your heart. ‘I honestly had no idea, I was just trying to have a bit of fun’

‘I know Ben. I know you didn’t mean it horribly and I’m fine I promise. I don’t tell people I can’t swim cause it’s a bit embarrassing but you didn’t know that’ you reassured him as you pulled away but kept your hands on his shoulders. ‘As for Mase I think he just got a bit scared but I’ve had a word with him. There wasn’t any need for him to speak to you like that’

‘It’s fine I deserved a telling off’ he smiled shyly and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. ‘You promise you’re alright?’

‘Fit as a fiddle’ you winked before walking over to the fridge. ‘I was more embarrassed than anything else. Like me, a full grown woman who can’t swim?’

‘Well if you fancy a lesson I can try and teach you. We can call it part of my apology’ he offered and even though you were petrified you wanted to do something to make him feel better.

‘You know what, I’ll take you up on that’ you laughed, shutting the fridge as you gathered your haul in your hands. ‘Let’s start in the morning’

‘It’s a deal’ he winked, a bright smile on his face and you felt better than you had all afternoon knowing you were fine.

‘I better take these down to his majesty’ you joked, motioning towards your full arms. ‘I’ll see you in the morning though, yeah?’

‘Course. Have a good night y/n’

‘You too’ you smiled and with a quick kiss to your cheek you both made your separate ways to your rooms. You didn’t bother knocking when you got to Mason's room, walking in so you could drop the snacks and drinks straight onto the bed but after you’d shut the door and finally caught sight of him, your mouth went dry.

He was lying horizontally across the bed on his side, flicking through the channels to find something to watch clad only in a pair of tight black Calvin’s. As soon as you made eye contact he sent you a sweet smile, shuffling up a bit straighter before patting the space in front of him and it felt like your heart was going a mile a minute as he helped you get settled. His warm skin pressed fully against yours as he tangled your legs together and wrapped his arm around your middle, but it was the light kiss pressed against your temple that made you blush harder than anything.

‘Comfy?’ He asked softly, lips right by your ear casing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin, you just hoped he wouldn't notice and when he didn’t say anything you just nodded and let him hit play.

It was a comfortable silence, but then again you were always comfortable around Mason. The pair of you munching your way through your snacks as you absentmindedly watched the film that was on until you felt him reach for his phone. Tapping away for a few minutes before he placed it back on the bed until you felt your own phone buzz on the side table.

‘I’d get that if I were you’ he told you quietly. Eyes not leaving the tv and you thought it was a bit weird of him but you didn’t question it. Reaching for it to see who it could be but you were surprised to find it was Mason trying to airdrop you something. The first thing looked like a picture of you taken from behind at a beach bar the other day and you felt your heart race as you pressed accept.

You weren’t prepared for what was coming through to you though. A full album of candid shots of yourself from nights out and day trips that Mason must have taken sneakily and you felt your whole body flush as you flicked through them. Seeing yourself through his eyes a little and you’d sworn you’d never felt more beautiful than right now.

‘Mason? What the hell is all this?’ You asked, looking up at him with a wide smile and you watched his cheeks turn the same shade of pink yours probably were.

‘Just some pictures I’ve taken this week that I thought you might like’ he told you. Trying to shrug it off but you knew he knew what he’d done was special to you. ‘I thought maybe you could use some for your daily instagram dumps you seem to love. Do you like them?’

‘I love them, thank you’ you told him. Pulling him towards you tighter and you shivered as he kissed your shoulder.

‘That's okay. I know the others were constantly asking the boys to take pictures and I didn’t want you left out. I’ve kept a few for myself though’ he teased. Making you laugh as you looked back up at him.

‘I suppose I’ll allow it’ you smiled. Reaching up to kiss his jaw before your eyes went back to your phone so you could look through them again and try and find your favourite but it didn’t take long for your eyes to go heavy. It had been a long and slightly stressful day and the warmth of Mason's body and the calmness that you felt about being around him was sending you to sleep quicker than anything. He must have felt it, moving you round so your front was now pressed against his chest with your head in his neck but you knew you couldn’t get too comfortable. Sleeping in the same bed was against the rules.

Not that you’d stuck to the rules at all today.

‘Just gimme five minutes and I’ll go to my room’ you told him quietly, the rumbling of his chest as he laughed waking you slightly but not too much.

‘Don’t be silly, stay here tonight’

‘But Mase-‘

‘But nothing. Just go to sleep, Muffin’ he whispered into your hair and you knew your skin was covered in goosebumps.

You didn’t say another word, just snuggled down further into him as he held you even closer. His hands absentmindedly stroking over your skin and lulling you further into sleep, the last thing you remember being his lips on your forehead as he pressed feather light kisses to your hairline.

When you woke up, you knew it wasn’t morning yet. The sky was a little lighter than when you went to sleep but your thoughts were confirmed when you quickly checked your phone and the time read 03:47am. You weren’t sure why you were awake but you quickly dashed to the loo, carefully untangling yourself from Mason as to not wake him but you saw his eyes open when you returned. You had been contemplating going back to your room but he opened his arms for you as you stood awkwardly and you couldn’t deny him.

‘Sorry, Mase. I didn’t mean to wake you’ you whispered, crawling back into his arms but you let him spoon you this time, smiling at the feel of his arms around you and his lips pressed to the base of your neck.

‘S’okay’ he whispered back, continuing to press small kisses over the bottom of your neck whilst he let his hands wander your body carefully and before long you could feel yourself getting turned on.

You weren’t sure if this was his intention or if he just wanted to feel you but you knew your breathing had gotten deeper as he began to massage over you waist and hips before finally taking your bum in his hands and you couldn't help but moan a little bit. Yes the pair of you had been touchy all day but you’d missed his hands on you like this and once he could hear how he was making you feel he started taking things to the next level.

It was your thighs next, hands reaching forward to massage them softly whilst he littered your neck with kisses and it wasn’t long before you felt him prodding you in the back which caused you to let out a little chuckle. ‘Shhhh’ he laughed, letting his hands travel inward to part them before hooking one up and over his body. Leaving you open for him to do as he pleased.

You felt you hips moving before you’d even realised, grinding your bum down onto him and the chuckle that left his lips would have almost left you embarrassed but you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel him again.

‘You just can’t wait can’t you, baby? So needy for me’

‘Please Mase’ you whimpered. Your spine tingling at him calling you baby but thankfully he didn’t want to make you work for it. Just as needy as you it seemed as he pulled your shorts from you and freed himself just enough to be able push himself into you. One arm wrapped around you to hold you close as the other hooked under your thigh to hold it up as he bucked his hips into you from behind and the kisses he was pressing to the back of your neck were driving you wild.

It was lazy and delicious, the pair of you taking it as slow as you could so you could just feel each other rather than chase your highs. Not having sex for the aim of getting off but just because it felt good to be pressed up against each other, to feel him rock his hips in and out of you just like he knew you loved whilst whispering the most heavenly praise in your ear.

You look so fucking beautiful

Feels like you were made for me, you know that?

Let me hear all those pretty noises you make. I don’t care if anyone hears us I wanna know how good you feel

You’re doing so well for me sweetheart

I’ve got you, let go for me gorgeous

When you’d finally come down from your high, you could still feel him pressing the most delicate kisses to the back of your neck until he was burying his face in there. Taking a huge breath like he was absorbing you in and couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

The pair of you didn’t move, Mason just feeling heavier and heavier as he sunk into you even more. Falling straight back to sleep so you joined him knowing you’d hadn’t felt this content in the longest time.

y/n

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Y/n a day well spent 🩷

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masonmount ✌🏻

y/n ✌🏻

declanrice that pizza look insane

y/n It was 👩🏻‍🍳😘 there’s a few slices in the fridge if you want some

carlywlms_ missed you this afternoon 💜

y/n I’ll be there to annoy you tomorrow 💜

okaylaaa omg the magnets 😩 @woody_ we need to get some before we go

y/n they had so many, it’s hard to choose 😭

woody_ I’ll take you tomorrow 😉

benchilwell 💛

y/n 💛

laurenfryer_ you didn’t want to show everyone your Spider-Man mug, no?

y/n I didn’t want to embarrass everyone else with my skills

lukeshaw23 tell Mase that’s not part of his meal plan

y/n It’s a one off treat 😉

masonmount let me tell you, I’ve had many treats this week 😌

__nads hope you’re having the best time 🩷 everyone’s asking after you 🥺

y/n thank you, i hope it’s okay going okay 😂

__nads sugar mumma is still standing 😉

masonmount can you post me up some brownies for when I get home please? Or just whatever’s left over tomorrow, I’m not fussy

y/n @__nads ignore him please 🙄

masonmount no no, she owes me

__nads I’m not getting involved in your domestic 😭

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theemporium · 1 year

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okaaaaaaaaaaay i just the new dialogue prompts so prompt no. 1 with sirius but please feed us with a lovesick fool!sirius <33333

1.”Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?”

Sirius Black loved to do anything that would piss his mother off and take her a step closer to an early grave.

Whether it was proudly sitting amongst those who weren’t purebloods or part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, or wearing his house colours with pride despite the stain it left on the Black name. Whether it was embracing muggle culture, or picking on every little fight he could when he stayed under her roof.

Sirius liked to push her buttons. He liked to poke the bear and he liked watching that vein on her forehead look as though it was seconds away from exploding. In fact, it had been another one of her fancy dinners that he attended on a whim in hopes to find a way to piss her off.

What Sirius hadn’t been expecting was to meet you. And what he certainly wasn’t expecting was to fall head over heels for the girl his mother would ship him off with before he could even blink.

He had tried to fight his feelings for as long as he could. He reminded himself that you were probably a pureblood elitist like the others in that room, that you were a Slytherin and you probably turned your nose down at people who he considered his closest friends.

But then he started noticing you around Hogwarts and quickly realised that wasn’t the case. And it became a quick—and borderline pathetic game—for Sirius to find any excuse to be near you, to be on your radar.

He made jokes whenever he knew you were in the room and eagerly sought out your reaction to see if you laughed. He would make funny comments in classes you shared together to see if you’d lift your head from your textbook to notice him. He would throw peas at you during dinner to see if you would turn around to find him in the chaos of the Great Hall.

His most recent attempt wasn’t even meant to be anything grand. Just a simple question he made up so he would have an excuse to walk over to you during potions and talk to you.

But then Snape had made a point of kicking his bookbag in Sirius’ path and the wizard didn’t have enough time to catch the movement before he was stumbling forward, crashing down on a table full of potion bottles that smashed around him.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

Sirius blinked, the blaring lights above slowly being covered by your face as you stared down at him with a concerned expression, eyes glancing over him to make sure there were no physical injuries.

There was a slightly bitter, citrus-like taste on his lips that he didn’t have a chance to question before he was blurting out the first thought that came to his head when he saw your face in his line of vision.

“You are really pretty!”

You paused, glancing down at the boy with a slightly surprised expression. “What?”

“Like, genuinely one of the fittest witches I have ever seen in my life,” he kept going, unable to stop himself. “Maybe even the fittest.”

“Thank you?” you said, a little unsure by the bold statement.

“I think you might actually be the girl of my dreams but you make me nervous to talk to you and I have never had that with a girl before,” he told you, his eyes widening a little at just how easily that confession slipped from his lips.

Sirius quickly scrambled to sit up, not caring about his soaked uniform or the mess around him as he glanced down at the bottles smashed on the floor. His eyes landed on a certain label and he tried not to let out a string of curse words.

Of course out of all the potions he could have possibly accidentally consumed, it had to be a truth potion.

“You feeling okay there, Black?” you asked cautiously.

“I like the way you say my name!” Sirius blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth. “I—uh, pretend I didn’t say…anything that I just said in the last few minutes.”

However, to his surprise, you smiled and let out a small laugh. “Anything else you like?”

“You!” Sirius said confidently, though his face and ears burned as red as his house tie. “I…fuck. Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what? You’re pretty and smart and you make my heart feel funny.”

“I make your heart feel funny,” you repeated, sounding amused by his confession.

“Yeah, like a good funny,” Sirius continued even if his hands were clenched into fists at his side, nails digging into his sweaty palms. “Makes me wanna kiss you.”

You raised your brows. “Yeah?”

Sirius contemplated if a sinkhole swallowing him up would be too far-fetched to occur right now. “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t need a potion to tell you I wanna kiss you too, Black.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think,” you told him with a grin. “But it’s cute.”

Sirius grinned back at you. “So, if I asked you out on a date, you’d say yes?”

“Ask me, Black, and then you’ll see.”

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mmurderhousewrites · 1 month

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heyy I have one little request~ I'm thinking about reader having a crush on stepbro Geto, like she's secretly obsessed with him and wants him to be her first everything, so one day she comes up with a silly excuse and asks him to teach her how to kiss and it escalates from there 🤍

I didn't add any smut unfortunately but i hope u like it!

Warnings: fem!reader x suguru geto, incest but not incest but incest, minors DNI

When you were 16 your mother had married a man named Kenji getou. And with hi he brough his 17 year old son, Suguru.

In the three years the four of you have lived together Getou was always mean. A bully always starting arguments with you for no aparent reason.

But of course, you being naive you fell for his tactics and so did your heart. Now everytime Getou would would try and bully you it was either you blushing or catching an attitude back which he would simply reply, "Watch your attitude princess or else" And that would always shut you up really quick perhaps from the shock or how when he talked to you like that it made your panties damp.

And though getou was, well a dick, there would be times when he could be sweet. Like bringing you home ice cream when he went out or coming back with your favorite snack or even that one time when he bought you a new bra and pantie set. Of course it was weird i mean after all that was your step brother.

But you didn't care. Your virgin mind went crazy with different thoughts on how Getou could take you, from behind, from the side, there was so many options.

So it was no surprise at night, when you were in your room alone, you would touch yourself thinking of your older brother. From whimpering to moaning his name, you would dive your fingers into your wet cunt thinking of him.

Getou heard. He always did, after all his room was right next to yours. Of course he heard all the dirty things that came out of your mouth while thinking of him. And some nights he would listen and touch him self to your voice.

However Getou always acted like he didn't know what was going on inside your head. He would continue to bully you and play your little game pretending nothing happened the night before.

And so you had devised a plan. You wanted Getou to be the one to take your virginity, but convincing him would be the hard part. So you decided to ask him to teach you how to kiss.

That's why the you stood in his room, hands behind your back blushing like crazy.

"you want me to teach you to.. Kiss?" Getou questions, raising an eyebrow. He was definetly not expecting that considering you were such a pussy in his eyes. He never expected you to make the first move.

You nod your head eagerly, "There's this boy I like and I want to make sure I know what i'm doing before I meet with him." The lie came out of your mouth smoothly like butter.

Getou chuckles and shakes his head before standing up from his seat and walking over to you, "Alright, i can do that" He says. But in his mind he was raging, How could you possibly like someone yet his name was the one you moan at night?

Getou put his hand on your cheek, caressing it lightly. "it's pretty simple, just close your eyes." He says before leaning in and placing his soft lips on your own.

Your cheeks were hot as you closed your eyes and leaned into his kiss, your heart was raising like crazy and your intestines started doing backflips.

Your stepbrother pulls away, before smirking at you. Looking up at him with a confused face you ask, "was that okay?"

Getou chuckles, "Why don't we sit down on my bed?" He takes your hand into his own before leading you to the queen size bed that was leaned against the wall.

You follow him, taking a seat next to him.

"Let's try again." He says, "This time you kiss me."

You nodded your head before closing your eyes and leaning into him again, slightly pressing your lips onto his.

Getou leans into you, placing a hand on your thigh. Your body reacts on its own, placing your arms around his neck.

He opens his mouth slightly as his tongue begs for entrance and you give it to him. Your tongues battle eachother and you moan into the kiss.

Getou gently lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you without breaking the kiss.

His hands begin to wander under your shirt. Getou's fingers trace your waist before he pulls away smirking.

By now your breathing heavy, eyes lidded and trying to catch your breath you look at him.

"You're a natural" He says before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on your neck right below your ear. "now tell me princess, what did you really come here for?" he questions with a raised eyebrow.

With a sudden urge of confidence you flip him over so that your on top of him seated on his lap. You feel his bulge throbbing beneath you making your panties wet.

"I want you to be my first.." you mumble.

Getou raises an eye brow, "what was that? I couldn't hear you?"

You cross your arms, "I want you to be my first" you repeat.

"Well what about your little boyfriend huh?" He questions smirkig.

"I lied. I just needed an excuse..." You admit, turning away embarrassed.

Getou chuckles before placing his hand on your cheek, turning your head back towards him. "You don't need an excuse princess. As your older brother its my job to teach you"

#getou #getou smut #suguru #suguru smut #suguru getou #suguru geto x reader #yuji itadori #sukuna smut #gojo smut #sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #geto smut #geto suguru #geto x reader

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whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

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A lil thought for ya: reader getting Abby flowers to congratulate her on winning a hockey game and Abby getting all emotional because she's never gotten flowers before and it makes her feel all special and cared for by her sweet lil gf.

They're super domestic and fluffy in this <3 I'm sorry it took so long, but it just fitted so perfectly after the last chapter because of course reader'd want to do something nice for abby for her first post-recovery game

Abby was finally back on ice after a month of recovery. Her ankle still hurt a little, but she was so eager to be back she sometimes overworked herself - Abby wanted to be in the best form possible before she'd go on ice. It obviously resulted in restless evenings when you'd have to give her painkillers and make her put the brace back so her ankle would rest in a proper position.

Somewhere inside Abby expected you to treat her like a child and scold her, but you never told her off, not taking away her responsibility for her own health. It felt good to have a partner who knew the line between care and patronising.

Today was going to be challenging, their opponents were one of the strongest teams in the tournament, and Abby was nervous.

"Fuck. I can't fucking-" Abby swore as she was looking for her socks.

"What are you looking for?" You asked from the kitchen where you were drinking tea. It was Saturday, and you got to wake up later than Abby who had a morning practice before the game.

"The blue socks. Oh for fuck's sake." Abby was frustrated, and you picked up on it, immediately leaving your tea and coming to Abby.

"Hey. You need to take a breath." You held her hands, stopping her from any movement to bring her back. "In and out, come on."

Abby closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself down. She was spiralling and she needed to stop it.

"I'll look for your blue socks and you go finish my tea, okay?"

Abby nodded and went to the kitchen, still taking some deep breaths: she was getting too worked up. Abby was scared of fucking up today, and it was driving her crazy. She sipped your tea, making herself slow down and just vibe while you were looking for her socks. Abby was sure they were in some obvious place, but her mind just couldn't register them.

You came back, holding not only her blue socks but also a hairbrush.

"I'll do your hair. Sit."

"What would I do without you?" Abby asked, genuinely thankful as she sat down on a chair, giving you all the control over her hair. If Abby did her hair herself she'd probably get frustrated again with how imperfect it'd look, but it was you doing it so it couldn't be imperfect by design.

"Spiral, lash out on someone and then slam a lot of people into the boards." You shrugged playfully as you braided her hair.

"Oh fuck you." Abby laughed and you laughed too, kissing her head.

"It's the first game, you're nervous, of course your head is not in the right place. But I know you'll kick their asses and win tonight. I've seen you practise, you're going to be magnificent."

Abby pretended she didn't blush from your words, but it warmed her heart. Your support meant a lot to her, and knowing you had her back made her feel safe and calm.

Eric can scream and get punched in the face afterwards, but as long as Abby knew she'd come back to your gentle embrace and soft kisses, she could care less.

The practice was going well and Abby felt her anxiety going away and letting her competitiveness take hold. She felt powerful, her confidence coming back. Abby was the strongest player in the whole fucking tournament and she was going to prove it. They were going to win and she'd show everyone that the injury wasn't holding her back and she'd still kick everyone's asses even with a weak ankle.

Boys felt confident too, hyped up as they skated to their positions for the puck drop. Abby quickly looked at the benches to find you and you waved and smiled at her, showing thumbs up. Oh, Abby was definitely going to win when her cutest number one fan was rooting for her.

The puck dropped and Abby skated immediately, taking it away from her opponents. She felt ruthless and dangerous, not letting anyone get in her way. Abby definitely ignored the pain in her ankle, too high on adrenaline, as she scored again and again. She felt fucking all-powerful, like she could do anything right now.

"What the fuck, Abby? Are you on fucking drugs today?" Manny said during the first break, laughing, surprised how well Abby was playing.

"(Y/n) is right there man, I can't lose today." Abby chuckled and chugged her water. "She braided my hair so I'm like. Blessed. You know what I mean?"

"Like you have a lucky charm?" Manny helped.

"Yeah." Abby smiled, refusing to get embarrassed of how sappy she was.

"You're a fucking simp, Anderson."

"I fucking am." Abby agreed and looked in your direction.

You were in her hoodie (your hoodie now, based on how often you wore it), you hair in a braided halo and you were looking back at her, smiling. Abby felt herself melt and turn into a soft pile of goo, your cute smile and cute up-do just evaporating her "don't fuck with me or I'll kill you" vibe.

"Oh god do I look the same when I look at my girl?" Manny asked with disgust as he watched Abby drool in your direction.

"You look worse." Abby's attitude came back and she was cool and stoic and hot again. "Remember when I had to close your mouth that one time when your weather girl wore a mini skirt?"

Manny flipped her and they went back on ice, prepared to tear their opponents to shreds. The game was challenging and it wasn't easy to score, Abby got body checked a few times, but she enjoyed the game so much she thought they should ask their rival team for a friendly match after, because they were actually good.

The final horn rang, ending the game with 4:3 and Abby smirked, smug, as she skated back to her team. They won. The fucking won. Take that, Eric, Abby was the best even while she was still recovering. They shook hands with their opponents, thanked them for a game - and today thanks were actually genuine - and went to the players' benches to rest a little and go home.

Abby took her helmet off as she was stopping before the exit and when she lifted her head back, she noticed you standing right at the exit, congratulating her teammates, hugging Manny. Abby rushed to you, excited, hugging you right away and lifting you up so she could kiss you. She knew she was cold, but she also knew you didn't mind.

"Congratulations." You whispered in her mouth with a sweet smile on your face, your eyes twinkling with love. "You were glorious."

"It's because you're my good luck charm." You giggled and blushed, and Abby just stared at you.

"Stop I'll literally barf." Ellie said behind your back and Abby let you go to hug Ellie next. "You're a fucking beast, Anderson."

"Thanks." Abby chuckled. "We're going to celebrate tonight. You coming?"

"You know I do." Ellie smirked and left you two alone as boys already went to the lockers.

"I've got something for you." You said and quickly grabbed something from the bench. "Congratulations on the win."

Abby stared at your hands, her chest suddenly tight with emotions. You held a big colourful bouquet to her, filled with different flowers Abby probably didn't even know the names of. Abby took them carefully, still staring at them, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Thank you." Abby said in a soft voice, getting shy.

The last time someone got her flowers was when she was a child and was winning her first games: her father always made sure to give her flowers. Her previous partners just assumed that if she was more dominant it meant she didn't want this kind of attention, and it wasn't like she gave it too much thought, not really understanding the whole idea of flower giving.

But right now Abby felt fucking butterflies in her stomach as she shyly smelled the bouquet, stealing glances at you. She felt giddy and couldn't control her smile even if she tried to suppress it, embarrassed by how plainly happy the flowers made her feel. Now Abby understood what you meant when you said she made you feel like a lady, because right now Abby felt like a fucking princess in front of her knight. You smiled at her, pleased, and Abby blushed more.

"They're very pretty." Abby murmured as she looked over the bouquet.

You smiled and Abby smiled back, her cheeks red, and you watched how delighted she was with your little gift, absolutely enamoured with her.

"Do you want me to take them so you can change?" You asked, but for some reason you knew she didn't.

"No." Abby said quickly and held the flowers closer to herself just as you did on your first date, protecting them.

"You're so cute." You chuckled and kissed Abby on the cheek.

"I'm not." Abby said, but you weren't convinced when she stood there, 6 feet of pure muscle and strength, holding a bouquet so gently like it could break, her cheeks pink, looking like a school girl. It was just so endearing and you kissed her again, basking in her.

Abby giggled when your prepped her face with little kisses and glanced at you bashfully, so in love with you she felt like she could explode right there.

"Yes, you are." You said teasingly and Abby just huffed at you. "I like it. I'll give flowers every day if it means you'll look so happy." You murmured as you stroke Abby's jaw on both sides and she rolled her eyes affectionately, still trying to appear cool and confident.

"Maybe every week?" Abby said playfully, but you caught on it.

"Every week then."

And you were true to your promise.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby tlou #hockey!abby

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mintmatcha · 9 months

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hey mint! I am so curious about foster dad nanami. I just think he'd be great with kids especially the shy ones who don't talk much

cw: implied child neglect

The first child that comes into his care is described as "a bit of a lost cause."

It was the boy's fifth foster home in just as many months. The social worker made it clear that Nanami -a single man and first time parent- was not only not her first choice, but quite possibly her last resort.

"He can't be with other children," she explained on his doorstep, "He tries to take over and parent them. There's also a lot of trust issues with authority figures and some pretty bad tantrums, so don't beat yourself up if he's too much to handle."

She went on, explaining the faults of the kid as he sat in the car, watching with a distant expression.

"What does he like?"

The social work paused.

"Toys, games-- what does he like?" Nanami repeated.

"I'm- We aren't sure."

The boy was scrawny, all elbows and knees, and already outgrown the clothes he came with. The last home he had been in had shaved his head to get rid of lice, so his head was only dusted with a hint of dark, black hair.

"If you shave my head again," he said softly, but with conviction, as he stood at the dining room table, "I'll punch you."

The social worker had commented that meal times were an issue, so Nanami didn't push him to sit. Instead, he let him hover, eating bits of food whenever Nanami would take a bite himself.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. I promise."

"That means you're lying," The boy dropped his current handful of rice back onto the plate. His voice was much too disappointed and wistful for a ten year old, "Anytime people promise me anything, they're just lying."

"What makes you say that?"

The boy peeked up through his lashes. "They promised me I'd stay with my brothers."

Over the weeks and months, Nanami found out more about Choso. He had four younger brothers and a 'baby still in mom'. The food hidden under the bed was for them if they needed it, as were the clothes he refused to part with, and the tears he shed at night.

It turned out he liked art. Choso would wrap himself around a limb and practice filling in his caretaker's long faded ink, pretending to tattoo himself.

"I know it's silly, but one day I wanna tattoo. Like, really tattoo."

"Why is it silly?"

Choso thought that over. "I dunno."

He continued to doodle in silence for a while and Nanami continued to read, unphased by this new tradition.

"Nanami, I miss my mom a lot," Choso said suddenly, "But I love it here a lot too, so... thanks for not sending me back."

Nanami rustled his now shaggy hair. "I would never turn you away."

Just after a year in Nanami's care, Choso and his brothers returned home. The parting was bittersweet, filled with promises that Choso could call whenever he wanted. The contact dwindled rather quickly, but the two never fully fell out of touch.

Seven years later, Nanami gets a call from a familiar number.

"Choso," he greets, "I hope you're sleeping well."

"Nanami." The tone of Choso's voice tells him that this isn't about pleasantries, "Are you still fostering?"

"On and off."

"My youngest brother was taken out of my mother's house this morning," the younger man sighs, "She's back on her bullshit and I'm not old enough to act as guardian, besides, I can't watch a toddler while at my apprenticeship-"

"You don't have to explain." Nanami's already pulling up his booklet of numbers, paging through for the numbers, "I'll make some calls and see what I can do. What's his name?"

"Yuuji."

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ceriisehart · 5 months

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No need for words

Word count: 1 400

TW: The grammar is dead

Content: Hurt/comfort? | angst | spoilers

This piece was born thank to a silly little discussion I have with @janitorhutcherson about what type of sport Mike would have played in middle and high school. Eng isn't my first language so I apologize for the mistakes 💀

You were more than familiar with Michael Schmidt. Having both your parents acquainted and living in the same little suburb would do that to you. Playing in each other's garden, climbing trees and chasing imaginary treasure maps. Through the years you had seen him developing a liking to sport, baseball in particular. The way his hazel eyes had lit when both of your fathers had dragged you to a baseball game was still perfectly inked in your mind.

Then, out of nowhere, little Garrett disappeared. You learned it from your parents, who themselves learned from Mike's one. It shocked you. How could that have happened? Being twelve years old, you had been warned many times about the danger lingering and hiding outside. But never could you have thought this was ever going to happen to you. Or someone you knew. All the time you had passed with the Schmidt brothers flashing in front of your eyes. For weeks, you hadn't had news from your friend. Weeks that soon turned into a whole month. You were worried sick, and the back and forth of the police car to the Schmidts house wasn't helping.

And one day, your parents sat you in the living room, dumping the news that Garrett wasn't going to ever be found. You had cried a lot that night. You couldn't start to imagine how Mike was possibly feeling across the street. That was why, the day he officially came back to school you dropped your backpack to your friends feet, not caring one bit about your stuff, to go and hug the boy.

You had tightly gripped his shirt, not ready to let go. You never once asked him how he felt, knowing he was more than likely going to get harassed by classmates and other professors about it. You just made it clear to him that you weren't going anywhere. You assured him that you were always going to be here for him.

You had witnessed first hand the life seeping away from his body. Not even baseball was appealing to him anymore. It was clear that healing would take a while. You were aware of that. Yet you couldn't help but blame yourself for not finding a way to relieve him from his pain.

And the sudden arrival of a new Schmidt didn't help at all. The fear of losing a sibling again had struck Mike head on. He had failed Garrett before, why would it be different this time? He wasn't ready to be an older sibling again. In all his panic, you were grateful. You knew it wasn't how you were supposed to feel, but he had come to you. Just like you would have gone to him. Within all the reshaping Garrett's abduction had done, it had never affected your relationship with the older Schmidt's brother. He had closed himself up to people, except to his inner circle that you were a part of. And this piece of information was making your gloomy day better.

After a few years, you were now in your last year of high school. Thankfully, Mike was doing better. He was enjoying life a little bit more, even though you knew he wasn't healed hundred percent. There wasn't a world where he could forget and forgive himself for what happened. But him wanting to play baseball again was a start you were more than happy to witness. You couldn't wait to go and see him play like you used to.

Both of you were closer than ever. Even though you weren't seen often together at school, people just knew there was no separating you. Everybody knew it, to the point that they were whispering in corridors and back of classes if you and Mike were only just friends. Ambiguity was lying between the two of you making every last one of you friends and classmates doubt your relationship. And even though you had silently decided to not address the matter at hand by pretending you didn't know, you both knew.

Of course something was going on between you two. It wasn't new. Electricity had grown during all this time you had known each other. Both of you were just a little too blind to see it at the beginning. It all eventually made sense one summer night. You were off school, walking aimlessly in your neighborhood in a comfortable silence. The small breeze was brushing through your loose hair, while your hand was brushing against his. Linked pinky soon shaped into intertwined hands as he walked you back home. None of you said a word that night. You knew each other perfectly, both satisfied with what you had. There was no need for words to cross your lips.

So you let the whispers run free in your school. You let people say whatever they wanted. Mike let his teammates teased and taunted him every time they would spot you at their training or official games. You let the rumors slide. Because there was no need to tell the world how it was between you. You were both already aware.

And it all went crashing down when Mike's mother passed away, soon followed by his father. He was alone again with a kid in charge and an awful greedy aunt in his shadow. Still living across the street, having your parents moved away, you had tried to be there for him, like you had promised. But again it seemed like whatever you would do was never enough to ease his mind. Working in the local bookstore, you had offered taking care of Abby for him. Suggestions that Mike had strongly disagreed with, saying you already had enough on your plate. Statement you both knew was false.

He was so stressed out, tired. You worry was back on track in a flash when he came into the bookstore buying a book about dreams and memories. The explanation he gave you did nothing to reassure you. His parents dying had opened an old wound you thought was partially healed. You saw the pills, the debts, the anger rising without knowing how to help. That went on for months until you took the matter into your hands.

Waiting on the small set of stairs in front of the Schmidts door house, twirling your keys, you saw Mike parked his car getting out. Standing up you walked the distance separating you. “Don't worry about Abby, my parents are here, she's with them.” You answered before he got the time to ask. “You're coming with me.” Again you didn't let him have the time to protest, taking his hands in yours, crossing the street to your car shoving him in the passenger seat.

The drive was silent, just like most of your walk were. Nothing had changed you guessed. After an hour or so, you parked into a rather empty parking lot. Getting out of the car, Mike could read “batting cages” lightened in neon color above the entrance of a building.

When you started your journey to the edifice, he followed hot on your heels. Inside you were greeted by the familiar sound of baseball being hit. While you paid for the most far away cage, Mike took in his surroundings. Memories were flooding back in his mind, stopping when you called for him.

Putting on the rented gloves he got inside the cage, muscle memory kicking in as soon as the first ball was sent his way. After two others hit, he knew why you had dragged him here. He needed to get his anxiousness and anger out. So he indulged. And it lasted for two hours. Two hours you spent sitting on the bench watching your neighbor and friend never missing a hit.

Getting out of the cage, he discarded the gloves sitting down next to you, taking the bottle of water you offered him. He was more relaxed now as he took a swing of the water, back against the wall behind you.

“How did we get here.” He almost whispered, putting the bottle down, never looking at you.

Next to him, you examined his features; the sweat rolling down his neck, his hair sticking to his forehead, the sad look in his hazel eyes. Turning your gaze back in front of you, you mimicked Mike leaning your back against the wall.

“I don't know.” was all you answered.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x gn!reader #mike schmidt oneshot #fnaf movie oneshot #mike schmidt angst #🍒ˎˊ library

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ticklish-n-stuff · 6 months

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That Lyney fic just earned you a follow JAJSUJDHDD and I see ur still accepting tickletober prompts, so I was hoping to get one in! I'm not really sure how it works but I see day 23 isn't taken, so maybe you could do ler!Lyney and lee!Freminet for that one? Or any other day you'd wanna do that for is fine! I just have a dire need ajsjdjd

Anyway your writing is amazing and I can't wait to see more from you!

Tickletober day #23: Incoherent

YIPPEE LEE FREMI THE BABY 💖💖💖

I was so happy when I got this, I love the sibs 🥺💖💖💖

And am glad you enjoy my writing, hope you like this too! :D

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Freminet x Lyney (PLATONIC)

Lee: Freminet

Ler: Lyney

Warnings: Tickles!

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Anyone would be surprised to see Freminet zooming so swiftly across his home, but when the stakes where this high anything was possible.

“Fremineeeet~ Come out, come out wherever you are~” Lyney spoke in a sing-song voice as he stepped into his brother’s room, searching as to where the blonde could’ve hidden at. Or atleast pretending to, as his big brother, Lyney already knew all of his go-to hiding spots when it came to these sorts of games.

Freminet held in a shaky breath, covering his mouth behind his hands, quietly observing Lyney walk by from under his bed.

“Well I guess he isn’t here…~” Lyney’s voice became fainter and the door closed, signaling that he was gone. Freminet let out a sigh of relief, making his way out, until…

“Gotcha~”

When he looked up, Lyney was seated on top of his bed, looking down at him with a playful grin. Causing Freminet to gulp out of instinct.

“No!” his fight or flight reaction kicked in, trying to scurry away but it was too late. Lyney managed to quickly pull him up, pinning him down on his bed.

“Now where do you think you’re going? You should know better than to hide from the tickle monster~” Lyney’s grin turn into a mischevious smirk, as he started to wiggle his fingers just above Freminet’s tummy, barely ghosting over the sensitive skin.

“W-wahahait! Dohon’t you wanna hear about romaritime flowers and- and hat jellyfiHIHISH?!” Freminet’s words fell deaf as Lyney’s fingers finally reached their destination. Gently wiggling all over the soft flesh of his midsection. “WAHAHA! LYNEY NO! WAIT! PFFTAHAHAHA!”

“Aww! Look at you go, little brother! You can barely even talk when I go tickle tickle tickle~ on your cute tummy~”

“Now y’know what they say, every good magician needs a grand finale~”

Freminet let out a flustered squeal, his pale complexion quickly turning as bright as Lyney’s pyro vision.

"Haha! A tickle under here~ And a tickle under there~!" the magician spoke playfully as he struck under Freminet's armpits with each teasing phrase, sending his little brother further down into hysterics.

"NAHAHAHAO! N-NOHOHO TEASING! LYNEY- PLEHEHEASE!" the freckled boy's eyes were shut tight, as if that somehow would make the ticklish feeling go away. If anything, it just made him more susceptible to it, not knowing what his brother would do next. Then again, he could never tell what Lyney's next move would be.

Freminet let out an audible gulp at that. His eyes widened in fear and yet excitement at what Lyney could have in store for him, but whatever it was, it could only be 'torturous' for him.

The magician cracked his fingers and loosened his muscles, as if this were his greatest trick yet. He then pulled up Freminet’s shirt and sucked in as much air as he could hold, before leaning down and releasing the mother of raspberries on poor Freminet’s tummy.

“WAH! PSHHH! AHAHAHAHA! IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAD!” the introvert cried out the obvious through bouts of laughter. He couldn’t help but throw his head back, his wide smile open for everyone to see.

Once the torment was done, Lyney pulled back, wearing a satisfied smirk on his face. “Thank you one and all!~” Lyney bowed down to an imaginary audience, as Fremimet was still too busy giggling and gasping for breath to even get up.

“I hope you had fun, little brother. I know I sure did~” Lyney teased, leaning down to playfully boop his brother’s redenned nose.

Fremimet let out a small, flustered grumble. Hiding his nose with his hands. “I-it… yeah, I did…” he eventually admitted shyly, letting out a coy smile.

“Then my job here is done!” Lyney flipped his cape dramatically before exiting out of the room, leaving a giddy Freminet to reminiscence of what just happened.

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#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2023 #genshin impact #genshin tickle #genshin tickle fic #freminet #lyney #ler!lyney #lee!freminet

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perfectprofessorloverapricot · 6 months

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•| A not so stolen youth |•

Stranger things / chapter 2

Summary: Everything in life seemed limited to walls of whites and rainbows. Caged within the confines of the lab. But an accident that involved a group of teenagers and the upside down world finally let him free. In a funny turn of events he found himself hiding in a step sibling's shed. A redhead that loves video games and a blond that spends his time making sure to keep his good looks.

Character: Male child OC

Warnings: Possible to descriptive scenes, child abuse, use of drugs and bad language.

A/N: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.

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To say that Billy was surprised is an understatement. A whole week came and went without any inconvenience.

The asshole he has as a father isn’t even suspicious that there’s basically a fifth person living with them. In the shed, but still under their roof.

He is never, ever, going to say it out loud but he admires the guts Max has to look at Neil during diners and give no hint of any other emotion than the hate and forced respect she already harbors towards the man.

He became a silent witness of her plan. Watching her pretend to be tired earlier in the nights and leave to her room to rest only to jump through her window the next second to hang out with the boy in the shed.

And talking about the boy. The only way Billy could describe him is, strange. The boy is as silent as a mouse. He appears and disappears without making a noise. Which is creepy in the most part but thankfully helpful.

The asshole of his father has been busy recreating his righteous façade in front of everyone in Hawkins to actually pay attention to any mistake or misbehavior he does.

He could even bet that it has been the best week he’s had in years.

As for Thirteen, he’s living the best three weeks of his entire life.

Clean clothes instead of a gown, a roof to protect him, outside of the lab, learning to read comics and with a real friend.

Max even brought him to the arcade once, in the night and when it was about to close. It didn’t end that well as she thought it would. That night she found out the boy has a sensitive hearing after he bolted out of the place. ‘Too much noise’ is what he said. Since the arcade wasn’t an option anymore she came up with another idea. She would teach him how to skate.

Fortunately, she had her skateboard with her.

It was to be expected that Thirteen would fall a few times, it was his first time in his life doing a physical activity and didn’t have any kind of coordination with his feet.

When they went back to the house, Thirteen was covered in dirt, a couple of bruises and scratches but he had such a big smile in his face that only by looking at it Max couldn’t help but do the same.

Little by little Thirteen has started to open more to Max and vice versa, making it obvious that he is comfortable with her. He likes to hear about her day in the school with the other kids, the way she tells the story of a group of stalkers reminds him of the way she reads the comics. And she likes that she can openly talk about whatever she wants without the fear o being judge.

Things are working better than they both expected.

Until the day everything would change finally arrived.

Halloween.

Max loves Halloween and she’s made it clear every time she tells him stories of what she did back in Cali. She wanted him to come with her this year but after what happened in the arcade he is a little uneasy.

Besides, the only reason he wanted to be part of a big group of kids was to make a friend. He was looking for someone to help him stop being alone, and now that he has Max there’s no reason to go out there that much. Now the fear of being found is the only thing that remains in his mind.

“Still don’t want to go with me?” Asked Max to the kid seating in her closet.

The boy smiled and shook his head.

“You could use a sheet to cover yourself completely like in the E.T. movie I showed you. The group of stalkers will be there…” at least, she hopes they’ll be there after her step brother almost ran over them with the car after school. “We’ll meet in the street for trick or treat.”Thirteen frowned a little, considering the pros and cons in his head but the worry was still evident in his face. “Still don’t want to?”

The boy pressed his lips together before shaking his head.

Max was internally disappointed but she understood his fear. She already tried running away to her biological father when she found out they were moving from Cali to Hawkins. She was just as paranoid and worried. She only lasted a few hours away from her house, and she doesn’t how log has the kid been hiding.

“Are we still up for sweets and comics, though?” She asked getting an instant nod from the boy with a big smile.

She was confused for a second when she saw his smile fall and glance at the door. The boy slide the door of the closet almost completely, avoiding being engulf by total darkness, just in time when her mother opened her bedroom door.

“Sweetie, do you have your costume yet?” She asked in her always flowery and nervous tone. Max still doesn’t get why she is so jittery with her own daughter.

“Yeah, this.” Max rose the mask of Michael Myers and fake knife she had in her hands. She already had her black coverall that belonged to her father on. The measures were changed to fit by Susan herself a year ago and fits perfectly.

Her mother gave her a little forced smile. “Are you sure? I could try to make something with the things in the closet. There’s still time.” She recommended, pointing at the closet in the hallway.

Max pressed her lips in a thin line. Comments like that are common from her mother. She knows that Susan would like to have a more feminine daughter. One that prefers to use make up. One that has girls as friends to go shopping with instead of boys to skateboard with in the neighborhood. One that likes princesses and romance instead of monsters and assassins.

But she wasn’t like that and she’s didn’t want to be like that.

“No. This is fine.” She said.

Her mother nodded with the forced smile still in her face. “Okay then. Am. Have fun.” Not knowing what else to say she turned back and closed the door behind her.

Max let out the breath she was holding. Why everything in her life has to be weird?

She turned to the closet when she heard it slide open. The boy looked at her with his brows furrowed in worry. She looked upset.

Max understood the look. Her friends used to look at her the same way back in Cali. “It’s just-“ She pointed at the door with her thumb but didn’t know what to say or to explain. “I-“ she was interrupted when Billy passed by the door saying her name in a singsong tone.

“Max~” Even though it sounded like he was happy Max could still identify the dangerous threat deep down.

“Just a minute.” She yelled when she heard his footsteps going further in the hall. She turned back to the kid as she walked backwards to the door. “Comics and sweets when I return?”

The boy nodded.

“Max. I’m leaving.” Shouted Billy from the front door, his singsong tone completely gone.

Feed up with him she opened the door and yelled her answers rushing down the hall. “I’m coming.”

Thirteen blinked a few times, watching in curiosity at the opened door. He still doesn’t understand their bond. They seem to care and know about the other but act so hostile.

Max closed the front door behind her, already out of the house, finding Billy leaning against his car with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He was invited to a costume party and yet, his costume was a leather jacket covering his shirtless torso, fingerless black gloves, dark jeans and his usual boots. That wasn’t even a costume, but when you have the popularity Billy does, nobody gives a shit.

“What, the rat is not coming to be a looser with you?” He asked taking the cigarette out of his mouth, taking a final drag and throwing it in the floor before opening the car’s door.

Max threw him a side glance, not at all agreeing with the way he speaks.

“He is a boy and no. He wants to stay.” Billy turned to his stepsister, looking at her over the car.

“The brat better not blow the cover because I swear to god Max.” He threatened.

Max rolled her eyes as she got in the passenger sit. As if she didn’t know what could happen if Neil finds the boy. “I already told you, nobody’ll know he is there.”

“Hey.” scolded the older boy once inside. “Watch. Your attitude.” He threatened, making a pause to be sure Max understand he is being serious.

She understood. Max looked at the front, avoiding the glare Billy threw at her.

He huffed in annoyance turning on the engine and driving out.

But he couldn’t help the question that lingered in his mind.

What kind of monster is that guy for the kid to rather stay in a strangers house than to go back home?

He slightly tightened his hold in the wheel.

He shouldn’t be thinking about it. It’s not like it’s his problem. Why should he care about a coward?

Unknown to the step-siblings on their way to celebrate halloween, Thirteen was still in Max’s room searching through the box full of comics a few that he could take to the shed.

Even though he can’t read that well he loves to watch the colorful pictures of the stories. Even more when those are telling Magneto’s story.

He feels like he can identify himself with him a little. Their powers are similar, they both can control things with their minds but magneto only controls metals while thirteen controls any kind of material.

But his story is the most intriguing. He sees magneto as someone really brave, confronting the masses for the opportunity to free himself and those who are like him. And he is feared for his capabilities, just like it happened to him in the lab.

The day he finally unleashed his powers was to protect himself from the people who tasered him on his father’s orders. He screamed and sent flying everyone in the room against the walls, breaking the white tiles. They feared him that day.

He just wants to be as brave as Magneto to confront those who wronged him.

He was in his voyage when he heard the always heavy footsteps of Neil. He knew both him and Susan were in the house due to the sounds they make, but Neil was getting to close to comfort, and the door of the room was open.

He grabbed the two comics he already found and jumped trough the open window, squatting down once he landed to reduce the noise to the minimum.

He acted in the right moment because once he was out Neil stoped at the door when he caught something moving in his peripheral vision.

The man furrowed his eye brows as he entered the room. It was a mess by his standards, just like Billy’s. But the place looked empty of any presence.

No one could fit under the bed and the closet had only clothes, the only option left was the open window that let the autumn wind enter.

The boy outside was tiptoeing along the backside of the house without making a single sound, still crouched. He turned around the corner and pressed his back to the wall just before the adult stuck his head out of the window. He waited patiently, keeping his breathing even. He could still hear him breathing heavily by the window, inspecting the surroundings.

Assured that everything was in order the man grunted an went back inside, not before closing the window and locking it from the inside. It’s not like that would stop Thirteen but the man didn’t know.

The boy waited some more time, just to be sure. He heard his footsteps reach the living room and take a seat in the old couch that creaked under his weight accompanied by Susan’s voice.

When the coast was clear he walked calmly back to the shed with the comics in hand ready to wait for Max to come back with the sweets she promised.

Coming back home wasn’t as easy or peaceful as the teenagers thought it would be.

Max waited for Billy for an hour before she realized that he was never going to pick her up, so she ended up walking all the way home.

The situation got worse when she found Neil and her mother waiting for them awake and in the living room.

Neil was fuming, already assuming and getting it right about why she came back home alone.

Max tried to lie about Billy dropping her at the front door and leaving to droop one of his friends and that he would be back soon. But the lie flew out of the window when said teenager appeared stumbling and staggering through the front door two minutes later.

When his father asked him why he was late Billy made the excuse that he had a flat tire.

Those simple words left both teenagers as liars and idiots. And yet, Neil’s anger was solely directed to his excuse of a son.

Max left to her room before everything started, she already knew what was coming. Neil beating the shit out of his son, Billy not having the courage to fight back and her mother watching, to much of a coward to either live the scene or stop her husband.

Max stayed in her room imagining she was in another place, in another world, pretending she didn’t know Billy enough to care about him. But actually, it was the opposite.

They’ve had a few moment between them in which they manage to understand each other silently. Without having to mention they’re main problem. Neil and Susan’s uncomfortable relationships that put they’re lives upside down.

But while she was creating walls to protect herself from her powerlessness, Thirteen had come out of the shed a few minutes ago. When he heard Max walking to and opening the front door to be exact.

He sneaked into her room, unlocking the window with his powers, waiting for her in her closet. But when she took longer than normally and he heard Neil’s voice grow more and more dangerous, he went back outside to see the living room trough the window.

He saw and heard everything that happened. He even witnessed Neil hitting Billy and beating him to the ground.

That man was like papa, it’s what he thought.

Watching Billy get beat made Thirteen’s blood boil so much he didn’t realize his powers where starting to act up.

The shelf beside them fell loudly startling a scream out of Susan and distracting Neil. The sudden pause at least got him to calm down and see his son seating in the floor, beaten and drunk. He thought that was enough, he didn’t want to leave a mark of obvious evidence in him, he didn’t need someone coming to ask questions.

Thirteen went back to Max’s room. He knocked on the window, getting her attention. She turned towards the boy, taking the mask off.

Once he was inside, he instinctively sat down beside her and gave her a hug.

Oh how much Max wanted to cry right there. But she hates crying. She didn’t let any tears come out but she leaned in to the boy’s hug.

The world doesn’t deserve someone like Thirteen, is what came to her mind. So young and so aware of the bad things and yet, he remains with a heart of gold.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours until everything calmed down. They waited when everyone was back in they’re room, and even a few minutes after that.

They sat in the girl’s bed, getting more comfortable.

Max dumped the bag full of candys in her bed between them. She had skittles, 3 musketeers, nerds, fireballs, monchitos, tunos and a lot more she didn’t know existed.

She was obviously trying to change the atmosphere and thankfully it was working.

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” mumbled Max with her mouth stuffed with whoppers, making sure to speak softly. She didn’t want anyone coming to knock on her door when she should be asleep. “Do you remember when magneto choose another name when he was on the run?” she asked the kid. Thirteen nodded, still munching in a bar of the three musketeers. “I was thinking. What if you do the same? Having a number as a name easily raises suspicions. But if you have another name…” she left the idea hanging, already noticing the understanding in the kids expression.

The boy opened his eyes wide, nodding a few times in happiness.

“Wanna choose a name?” She asked after she swallowed the chocolate.

With the most innocent eyes and without hesitation he said. “Magneto.”

Max laughed a bit and shook her head. The kid was to innocent for his own good. “Magneto is not a name for a person. That’s his title as a villain.” She explained.

Thirteen deflated a little bit. He wanted a name from magneto.

He thought for a moment under Max’s attentive eyes. Until he came with an idea. “Magnus.” He said in a dreamy tone of voice.

Max repeated the name in her head and in a whisper, testing how it sounds before nodding. “Magnus. I like that.” She extended her hand, expecting the kid to do the same.

Thirteen looked at her hand for a second, not getting the memo, but he trusts her so he raised his hand, blinking a few times when she grabbed it and shook it.

She smiled at him. “Nice to meet you, Magnus.” She said

Thirteen felt cheeks warming and a smile spreading in his face. He likes how it sounds. “Nice to meet you.” He whispered.

He now has a name, a friend and a place to stay. He has everything he ever wanted, and he’ll do everything in his power to protect it.

Any comment or constructive criticism are appreciated.

#stranger things x male reader #stranger things #x male oc #stranger things x male oc #jim hopper #x male!reader #billy hargrove #max mayfield #eleven hopper #steve harrington #x child reader #child male reader #child oc

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griseldabanks · 4 days

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34 for Al and Hawkeye, please?

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "I'll keep you safe."

Maybe they shouldn't have stopped for burgers and shakes. It was pouring rain out there, and the temperature was dropping fast. Might turn into freezing rain before too long.

But Five Guys was their tradition. Riza drove Al to speech therapy, and as long as he didn't drag his feet or have a bad attitude about it, they would stop for a late lunch on their way home. They even had a little ritual they ran through each time, just for fun. “Hmm, where should we go for lunch?” Riza would ask, pretending to think. Then Al would hold up one hand, grinning along with the joke, and Riza would say, “Five Guys?” as if she never would have thought of it on her own. Then they would both laugh like it was the best joke they'd ever heard.

The only time Riza got to hear her foster son's voice was when he laughed. It was worth it.

“Got your scarf and gloves?” Riza asked, opening her umbrella before putting one hand on the door.

Woolen blue fingers wrapped around her arm. She glanced down and saw Al huddling close to her as if for warmth, eyeing the door with trepidation. Riza tugged the hood of his blue coat over his head, then wrapped her arm around his shoulders. “Don't worry, Al,” she murmured. “I'll keep you safe. Let's just run, and it'll be over in five seconds, okay?”

Slowly, Al nodded.

It was more of a huddling jog than a run, and it took more than five seconds because Riza had to juggle both the umbrella and the key fob, but they both made it into the car relatively dry. With a relieved sigh, Riza tossed the sopping umbrella to the floor on the passenger side and turned on the car, cranking up the heat all the way. She swiped her damp bangs out of her face and checked on Al in the rearview mirror. He was buckled in and shivering hard, hugging himself and rocking slightly. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to be instantly transported home. How she wished she could spare him the drive.

Riza decided the best thing would be to get home as fast as possible, so she didn't say anything more to him, just started the windshield wipers and eased back out of their parking space. “These wipers are useless in the rain,” she muttered, squinting through the smeared windshield and turning on the defroster. She needed to text Roy and see if he could pick up some replacements on the way home.

As she headed for the highway, Riza mentally ran through her to-do list. Once they got home, she needed to call the phone company to see if the issue with the bills had gotten sorted out. She should peek into the boys' bathroom and make sure they'd cleaned it like they were supposed to, and then she needed to clean her and Roy's bathroom. By then it would probably be time to start on supper, and oh, was today a karate day and had Roy said he could drive the boys or—

The loud blare of a horn startled Riza out of her thoughts. A semi, slipping out of control from the left. Moving on pure instinct, Riza slammed her foot on the gas and aimed for the shoulder. The semi slipped and slid on its way, and they jostled and bumped over the muddy grass. Riza managed to stop before the ground fell away into the ditch. Hands shaking, she pulled the parking brake and turned on the hazard lights before letting out a long, slow breath of relief.

She looked over her shoulder to find Al hunched over in his seat, his gloved hands clawing at his face as he drew in shaky, shuddering breaths. “Al? Are you okay?” No, that was a stupid question. “Are you hurt?” she amended. “Alphonse!”

The twelve-year-old boy peeked over his hands at her, but she could tell that he didn't see her. It was like he was looking through her, to another rainy day in another car with another woman sitting behind the wheel as a truck came out of nowhere....

“Al....” Riza unfastened her seatbelt and clambered over the center console, squeezing between the front seats to get to the back. It was difficult and inelegant, but she managed. Better than opening the door and letting in all that cold wind and rain.

As she settled into the seat next to Al, she listened to his frantic, choked breaths that came faster and faster with every passing minute. He wasn't looking at her, just staring fixedly at the driver's seat. Occasionally, his eyes slid over to the front passenger seat as well.

Riza's heart clenched tightly as she imagined what he must be seeing. Trisha Elric, forehead resting on the steering wheel, blood trickling down the side of her face, her vacant eyes staring into nothing. Ed, trapped under the twisted metal, blood spreading up his left leg. Still breathing, but so shallow, so erratic, eyes closed. No response to Al's screams. The last words Al had ever spoken, a desperate plea for his family to not leave him alone.

She hadn't been there. She'd only read reports from after the fact, and talked to Mrs. Rockbell and the boys' therapists. And yet, she could see it all as clearly as if she'd lived it herself. She could almost hear those screams.

“Mom...Mom...Mom....”

Wait. That voice, ragged and faint, wasn't just in her imagination. Tears sprang to her eyes as she heard that one word whispered in wheezing gasps muffled behind blue gloves.

She could have listened to that voice for hours, but Al was shaking so hard she actually thought she could feel the car rocking slightly. So Riza scooted a little closer, saying as gently as she could, “Al? Can you listen to me, sweetie? I need you to breathe with me.”

His eyes latched onto hers, and for the first time since they'd swerved off the road, he actually seemed to see her.

“That's right,” Riza said, reaching for his hands. “Just like we always do, okay?”

He let her take his hands in hers and pull them away from his face. Riza led him in a deep breathing exercise, and found that her own heart rate eased as well. The adrenaline from their near miss was beginning to wear off, leaving her feeling exhausted and limp. She almost wished she'd brought Hayate with them after all. They both could have used the soothing comfort of his soft fur and warm, wet tongue.

“We're okay,” she whispered, reassuring herself as much as Al. “You're safe now. We're both safe.”

Just like every time thunder and lightning put Ed on edge and sent Al skittering into their bedroom to crawl under the covers. Roy would get up to make everyone hot chocolate, Ed would crank up his music so they could hear it faintly through his headphones, and Al would curl up like one of his cats against her side, and they would all cram into the king-sized bed to wait out the storm.

“Mom,” Al croaked again, his voice rough from disuse. “Mom....”

Tears spilled over his cheeks, and Riza reached over to gently brush them away. “I know, honey, I know.” Hot tears stung her own eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

“Mom....” Al raised one gloved hand and placed it on her cheek. He was looking at her so intently, so earnestly, like there was so much he wanted to say, but he was stuck on that one word, choking on the sobs that shook him head to foot. He put his other hand on her other cheek, as if to hold her in place. “Mom....”

A thought occurred to her, as sudden and shocking as the semi that had nearly hit them: He's calling me Mom.

Tears blurred her eyes till she couldn't even see him. “I'm here,” she whispered.

He flung his arms around her, squeezing so hard it took her breath away. She hugged him back, held him tight, squeezed her eyes shut against the tears. She rocked them back and forth, patting him on the back.

Riza had always known motherhood would be strange for her, who had never known the gentle touch of a mother. When she and Roy had first talked about starting a family, she had been plagued with doubts about whether she would be able to manage it. A thousand times, she'd tried to imagine herself rocking a baby to sleep, kissing the skinned knees and bumped foreheads of a toddler or two...and she'd always drawn a blank, since she'd never had that herself. What if she could never get the hang of it? She was a soldier, not a mother.

And yet, sitting in this car on the side of the road, holding a twelve-year-old boy sobbing his heart out...it didn't matter that she hadn't given birth to him. It didn't matter that they'd only known each other for a little over a year. It didn't matter that they'd never once had a normal conversation.

This was her son. She loved him so much she thought her chest might split open with the force of it. And judging from the way Al kept sobbing that name over and over again, clutching at her like his life depended on it...he felt the same.

#ask and you shall receive #valiantarcher #ask games #let me count the ways #full metal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist #fma #riza hawkeye #alphonse elric #modern day real world au #i've fallen in love with this au and am dying to write more in it <3

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heliads · 2 years

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Hello hello! Congratulations on 5k and sorry if im late with this request but can i ask for a finnick fic with prompts 3,17,25 and if possible also a newt fic with the same prompts? Thank you very much! 💓

newt req will come out in a few days, here's finnick!

masterlist

You don’t think you ever noticed just how quiet it gets in the Capitol until right about now. It’s always been loud around here. The buildings are filled to the brim with chattering elites, so many packed in side by side that they’re occasionally disgorged to the balconies, the windows, the roof so that more can fit in.

If you’re not with your mentor or fellow tributes, you’re displayed for show in front of the cameras. If you’re not panicking to the point of shutdown over the thought that you only have a few weeks until the Hunger Games begin and your life ends, you pretend that you have never known fear in your life, and bat your eyes at the interviewers until you think your lids might be weighted down with iron for all their aching burden in keeping you awake.

But now, midnight in the pristine halls of the tributes’ quarters, there is nothing. No whir of ancient lights, no creaking or groaning as beleaguered cooling systems try their hardest to convince you that you might feel something other than endless waves of heat. You suppose that has to do with the fact that the Capitol is richly furnished and would never have to deal with aged machinery, but you’re too far gone on old habits to ever fully make the remembrance stick.

There are guards posted somewhere around here, but they keep their presence to themselves. No Avoxes can be seen lurking in the shadows, but you have no doubt that they’re here somewhere, letting their eyes run wild with sights that their mouths can no longer hope to express.

All living things decide to leave you be on this night of nights. It must be tradition to not mess with the sacrificial lambs until they’re needed for further entertainment in the Arena, or maybe everyone else is out getting drunk on honeyed wine and spirits until they can’t remember how horrifying it is to send twenty-four souls to their deaths every year.

You’ve only been in the Capitol for a few days, so the layout of the buildings is still somewhat foreign to you. You wonder if you could wander down here forever, stuck in a whitewashed maze that will never let you out. No sound, none but your footsteps. No sights, none but the seeming same four walls. It is enough to drive anyone mad. You would not be the first.

When you first hear a sound echoing through the sterile halls, you wonder if it’s already started, the madness. Your mind could at least be polite and wait until the first moment you have to murder someone in the Games to lose itself, but it appears you won’t have that kindness quite yet.

The sound comes again, and you’ve just decided that no, you’re not mad, there actually was something there, when someone swings out of an open door to your side and comes to a sudden stop in front of you.

You stare at the boy in front of you with exhausted exasperation. “From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck. There was no reason to do that.”

The boy’s delighted grin falls in a flash. “You’re not supposed to react like that. Can you at least pretend to be a little frightened? I thought that was the whole point of a jumpscare.”

You snort. “You know, for a jump scare to work you have to actually be scary. Not just disappointingly cavalier in your methods of introducing yourself to strangers.”

The boy quirks a brow. “Is that what we’re doing? Introducing each other?”

“Well,” you reply, “seeing as you just came out of nowhere and I have absolutely nothing better to do, we might as well.”

The boy groans, the sound so rich with melodrama that it could have come straight from the stained lips of Caesar Flickerman. “You know, most people are usually far more excited to talk to me. I suppose just ‘nothing better to do’ will suffice for now, but I hope you’ll come to think of me far more favorably. I’m–”

You cut him off. “Finnick.”

The boy’s teeth flash again, as bright a white as the immaculate halls of the Capitol complex surrounding you. “So you do know who I am!”

It’s hard not to know who he is, but it’s not as if you’re about to say that to his face. Finnick Odair seems to suffer from a grievous overabundance of confidence, and you doubt his ego could use any extra boost from you. Of course, one would have to consider the fact that he’s out here wandering the halls at midnight just the same as you, which would raise the questions of what could keep him from sleep for so long, but that’s beside the point.

“I do know who you are,” you hedge, “A lot of information has been forced on me unwillingly.”

Finnick tilts his head back and laughs. “Unwillingly? I think I’m hurt.”

“Wonderful,” you say crisply, “Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope you don’t die a gruesome death once we get into the arena.”

You turn and continue your walk down the passage. To your surprise, Finnick jogs to catch up with you, his long strides allowing him to easily keep pace with you.

“Oh, you didn’t think you’d be rid of me that quickly, did you?” He asks brightly.

“I had hopes,” you mutter, “I assume I was wrong to harbor anything of the sort?”

“Precisely right,” Finnick grins, hands in his pockets as if the two of you were old friends out for a casual stroll. “It’s not like either of us have anything better to do, as you so wonderfully pointed out, so we might as well get to know each other.”

“Why?” You ask, unwilling to budge even an inch in your hostility. Finnick is your rival tribute and thus your enemy. You cannot afford to make friends out of people who are wishing for your death with every word they speak.

“Because I adore your charming personality, obviously,” Finnick says. “Actually, I’m sick to death of everyone pretending that all is well, and the fact that you don’t is a breath of fresh air. I might be developing an early case of cynicism.”

You turn to him questioning, but Finnick’s cheerful demeanor doesn’t change. For the first time, you wonder if you might have misjudged him. Perhaps Finnick isn’t a silly flirt but the best actor you’ve ever met.

“Well,” you say carefully, “if you’re in the mood for cynicism, I’ve got a lot right here.”

“Perfect,” Finnick responds happily. He meets your gaze at last and flashes you a wink. “I have a feeling we’re going to get along just fine.”

You hold his stare for a second longer, then break into incredulous laughter. “I take it back. You’re absolutely insane.”

Finnick grins as well. “Then we’ll have even more fun. Will you join me in being mad, Y/N L/N? If we only have a few weeks together, I want to spend all of it engaging in as much tomfoolery as possible.”

He offers you a hand with a mock bow and flourish, the gentleman. You chuckle and take the accepted palm. “I would like nothing more.”

Finnick straightens up and, grabbing your hand, begins to sprint down the hallways, all but dragging you after him. You run beside him, tearing down the identical corridors as fast as you can.

“Where are we going?” You shout over the thunder of your footsteps, “And what on Earth are you doing?”

“No idea,” Finnick calls back delightedly, “No idea at all.”

A laugh starts to build in your chest, so free of stress and fear that you almost don’t recognize it as your own. You haven’t laughed like that in quite some time, and it takes that last bit of terror clean out of you. Forget the cameras, the interviewers, every citizen in this twisted Capitol who wants to see you dead. You laugh at the lot of them.

Thus begins what might be the best thing to ever happen to you. What had once been a place of nothing but paranoia becomes host to your best friend, the one person you look to when all else breaks down. Finnick meets you most nights; neither of you can sleep, neither of you bring it up.

Instead, you explore every inch of the place, memorizing how the city looks from the roof and which doors lead where. Some handles turn out locked, some knobs won’t open no matter how many times Finnick jokingly slams his body against them. You get lost so many times you think you might have accidentally ended up in one of the districts, and just as you lose all hope of ever seeing your bed again, you and Finnick take a turn and come back right where you started.

You don’t think you’ve ever laughed harder or more often than when you are with this golden boy. Who gives a damn about the Hunger Games at this point, it’s going to happen and there is nothing you can do about it anymore. What you can do is make your days worthwhile, and that is precisely what you mean to accomplish.

You and Finnick delight in confusing the interviewers as much as possible. You start speaking in cryptic riddles whenever you’re recorded, and the Capitol practically tears itself to shreds trying to figure out your hidden meanings. Finnick busts out some poetry about a long gone lover, which the two of you had carved out the night before after he got the idea at one in the morning.

This is living, you decide. It’s funny that you would only realize it so close to dying, but this is the best time you have ever had and the thought of your imminent demise is secondary to the fact that you get this right here, right now.

As the days tick down to the Hunger Games, you try to push the intrusive fears from your mind as much as possible. You almost succeed, too, until the night before the Games hits and then you’re reeling in your own head.

You try to get some sleep, at least to help keep your body strong for tomorrow as much as anything else, but you just can’t manage it. At last, when you can take it no longer, you crawl out of bed and pad across the room to leave. Just as you swing open the door, the figure on the other side raises his hand to knock. You and Finnick, on the same wavelength yet again.

He doesn’t even have to ask, you nod and let him in without a single word exchanged. Finnick slumps into a heap on the edge of your bed, knee pulled up to his chest.

“What are we supposed to do, Y/N?” He asks quietly, voice half obscured in his tangled mess of limbs, “There’s only one victor. Somehow, one of us won’t make it out.”

“I know,” you whisper, and you feel the sheer agony of a thousand moments slip out with it, “I know.”

Finnick looks at you beseechingly, and you take a seat on the bed next to him. Finnick stretches out an arm and pulls you close to him, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he says.

You look over at him. How many times have you been lost in those eyes now? How few times you have left. Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get to witness this sight one more time before you die.

“We knew this day was coming all along,” you remind him, “there’s nothing we can do about it. We’re going to get through this night, and then we’re going to worry about ourselves. You keep yourself alive and I’ll work on myself. That’s how it’s going to work.”

Finnick nods mechanically. “So this is the last night we have for us.” His gaze turns twisted and fierce. “I need something from you.”

“Anything,” you promise rashly. You don’t take back the words, even knowing what he could ask as a rival tribute. If he asked you to fall on your sword tomorrow, you would do it with a smile.

Finnick lets out a gasping sort of breath. “Tell me you love me. I need to hear it just the once. Lie to me if you have to, make it all up, but I need to hear it. Let me pretend that I might not be alone in this.”

You can feel your heart drop through the floor. “What?”

Finnick’s gaze is an endless whirlpool of sea green. “I want to fool myself into thinking that I might have met someone in this world who could need me as much as I need you. Say it once, and I’ll go to a happy death. Just say it.”

You reach out and take his hand, squeezing it against yours. “I don’t need to lie, Finnick. I love you. I love the fact that you make me feel so alive that the thought of dying in the Games doesn’t seem real. I love that you have never given up on me. I love that you’re the only one here I would be content with missing me.”

Finnick’s breath constricts in his lungs, and then he’s leaning over and kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. Every other kiss before this was nothing, nothing to this at all. You have never felt a love like this, and perhaps you never will. All will come to be undone in the Games, but this moment will never be taken from you. You can carry this kiss into death like a talisman, and it will protect you for all eternity. No shield has ever tasted so sweet.

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Your fan, Yunho (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan ml)

🎮 pairing: yunho x game developer!reader 🎮 genre: fluff, slice of life, opposites attract, serendipity, humour 🎮 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if yunho was stanning you 🎮 wordcount: 3.8k 🎮 warnings/tags: language, reader is a developer, coding and gaming is life, yunho is a gaming enthusiast, discussions of social anxiety, implied depressive episode, yunho teasing season open, mingi covering a corpse song, business friend saves the day, slight angst, rumination, ibb and obb, yeosang is a legend (best homie), mingi is a wingman, let me know if anything else 🎮 a/n: Hello! And thank you so much for the love and support!! Here is part two for Your fan, Yunho, where things go WILD. Previous part can be found here. Any likes, asks and reblogs appreciated and.... stay tuned for more things to come~

Totally the type of duo to make username matched smurf accounts.

He was not sure what you would approve of, so he pushed his fantasies aside and pretended like he was also thinking of the duo name for the first time

You caught yourself overthinking, biting your lip in frustration, totally unaware of how hyperfocused Yunho was on your image on his screen.

Giving yourself a mental shove, you blurted out a suggestion, making Yunho glow at how unbelievably cute you were when even the tiniest bit shy.

And that was how you became "Ibbity & Obbity", homage to the two-player puzzle-platform coop game.

You two formed a rare dynamic. Having moved from chatting on Steam to Discord, you were happily alerting one another of when your ults were charged, or when you had a good opportunity to snipe someone, or when either of you needed support.

Initially, that was all you spoke about, with you not daring to deviate out of your comfort zone, and Yunho not wanting to hurt you or stop talking.

He could pay to hear you babble away about why one character was better than another or deep diving into why some obscure game's server crashed the other day.

These gaming sessions were almost instantly discovered by the other members, and the teasing was unstoppable.

Interestingly, Wooyoung, who had been there in the moment you two 'spoke' for the first time, kept it pretty tame, settling for suggestive winks and occasionally joining in if it was a game he liked (or if he was struggling with a part of Aenigmata - not that you would reveal any cheats)

Oh no, the most brutal was his best friend, Mingi, who had somehow convinced Hongjoong to record him covering the song "E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE" and playing it at full volume while they were at dance practice and wanted to try a bit of freestyling to warm up.

Needless to say, that evening Yunho had been more bashful than you had ever seen him before, attempting to mask it with laughter that came to haunt you in the best way possible, and when he noticed Mingi slipping (read as barging) into his room, phone in hand, nearly drop kicked the poor guy.

And that was the moment you knew you never wanted your time with Yunho to end. Talking to him was effortless, and he had an undeniably positive influence on you while never overstepping boundaries or challenging you.

The sessions were becoming less about the game, and more about each other, as you began to inquire after how his day was, how we was feeling, if he ate.

If someone had hooked up the heart rate monitor to him the first time you had, after a long pause (to the point where Yunho started checking his wifi), veered off your usual topics and directly addressed him, asked about him and him alone... they would probably wonder how he was still alive.

Words spilled out of him like a waterfall as he shared with you all the stories he had saved but never would have guessedyou wanted to hear.

And oh boy, how you did. How you wanted to see what he saw, do what he did, go where he went. There was a pang of jealousy for just how connected he appeared to the outside world, and just how much love he got to experience day to day.

But for the time-being, you brushed that off, deeming it to be something insignificant. What mattered was that, Yunho was ecstatic, and you too, for the most part.

As time went on, he was getting busy with more schedules, practices and had to divert his attention back to, well, his job. With your gaming/deep talk calls starting later and later, getting shorter and shorter, it was obvious that your routine was quickly becoming unsustainable.

He was an idol after all, and his entire lifestyle did not constitute physically staying in one place.

And who were you? A person who was perfectly content with staying in the comfort of Cogent Studio or your apartment, living a digital daydream. Your world was far-removed from the sold out stadiums. Far removed from the huge teams of stylists, managers, designers, coaches, and, basically everyone who Yunho would normally interact with.

You were just pixels on his screen, an illusion. Extended fan service. He probably lied about liking Aenigmata just to appease you and fool you into spending every day thinking about him.

Why did he have to charm his way into your heart, most probably with the full knowledge that it was not going to go anywhere?

So you did what you did best. Shut down.

Yunho was in a panic? Did he do something wrong? Did something happen? Were you okay?

A day, two more passed, and you had not logged into neither Discord nor Steam, or were purposefully hiding from him. Yunho scouted all of your streamer friends, Twitter accounts, YouTube, quite literally all accounts that he could think to be associated with you, but found nothing except standard announcements and activity not related to you.

He was out of it. Though he was not slacking off, and as a matter of fact even added to his workload to try forgetting about you even if for just a second, both his members and eagle-eyed fans noticed a change in his demeanour.

The energy maker, the happy virus. Those titles now sounded more like a curse to him.

It was like you were malware in his brain that he could not trace nor erase. And while performing, while being there in front of thousands, all he could ponder was if there was a possibility you would be bothered to see clips from the concert.

His members, who initially were merciless with their jokes, assuming that this was nothing to worry about and you just got busy, saw that Yunho's disposition was getting progressively worse.

He would toss and turn as a bout of insomnia got the better of him, mich to the dismay of his roommates.

Normally respectful of the cleanliness in their apartment, Yunho became more absent-minded and, risking his own life, left paper cups on the kitchen counters a couple of times.

Mingi could not stand his friend suffering anymore, so being the creative genius he was he made a suggestion that may just be a ray of hope.

Go live, and play Ibb & Obb.

Whilst Yunho had been struggling to keep a straight face and not fall apart on stage, you were crumbling in total isolation.

You were communicating with your colleagues almost exclusively through Github, newly pushed code being the best way to see that you were still out there... somewhere

Your co-founder, being the sweetheart that he was, had taken over any social media interactions that required senior involvement

And the rest of your team instantly adapted to your hermit mode, seamlessly continuing to communicate with you but via less personal means.

Normally, this extreme reboot would have worked in a day, however things were not looking bright.

You were feeling heartbreak, and so acutely, that you was very much an illness.

And paired with the overwhelming sense of guilt, three days in after 'the ghosting' you completely ceased to function.

It was your friend, the one who had given you your light and darkness, your reality in the form of Jeong Yunho, that dragged you out of your bed sheet cocoon.

You had been watching some of Yunho's fancams and funny moment compilations, simultaneously wanting to beat yourself up until you blacked out for letting such a wonderful, kind and understanding human go.

When you suddenly heard your front door SLAM OPEN, leaving you wondering if it entirely flew off its hinges or not, and saw your friend's figure in the door frame to your bedroom, in a battle pose.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP SAMURAI, WE'VE GOT A CITY TO BURN"

No amount of pleading could save your from the wrath of a friend who wanted to get you out of the wreck you created for yourself.

Once she had you cleaned up and forced you to change into a cute outfit "for the vibes", she sat you down and made you walk through, step by step, what happened.

Last time you had gone into such a state was because of your participation in a particularly large convention, where you had the opportunity to share the stage at an event with some legends of the game development scene.

And it would have been fun, had you not had a persistent fear gnawing at you, for hours on end as the event progressed. From the busy booths and overcrowded fan events to the handshakes and talking and faces upon faces upon faces who all but blended into one large, disfigured and unidentifiable monster.

By some miracle you managed to stay standing, all the way until you walked into your hotel room, and had what had to be the closest thing to a personal apocalypse.

Since then, even a lateral association with crowds without a screen to separate you, or an in person interaction over which you had minimal control sent you spiralling down into an abyss.

Basically the very opposite of what Yunho thrived off.

The more you explained, about your perception of his social life, about his work day and even about his friendships and personality, the clearer it became to your carefully listening friend that you were head over heels, but equally terrified.

Because you fell in love with what was pretty much an alternative universe to you.

An yet, as your friend then explained, she could see that, more than ever before, you were willing to fight yourself and your demons to try your best and be a part of that universe.

For goodness' sake, you were a designer of whole worlds. Out of your brilliant mind came to fruition many best-selling games, with one having a storyline that was being considered for a movie adaptation.

You had a vision like no other, one where the most complex systems were much-admired intricate works of art. With you designing every piece and putting it all together.

You had the skills, and now it was time to apply them 'irl'.

The rest of the day was spent by listening to your friend giving you pep talk after pep talk; little did you know, the same thing was happening to Yunho, except instead of one life coach, he had a total of seven, shouting over one another, almost hopping from place to place on their large living room sofa.

The next day you were proud of yourself to have slept and woken up at a reasonable time, and better yet, you did pretty well in emulating a morning routine.

While you were booting up your computer, a notification popped up on your phone. ATEEZ YouTube channel? You were perplexed. Reading the title, your soul almost left your body. It was a Yunho and Mingi live. Without a second's pause, you tapped on your screen, to unveil the pair, sitting side by side, attempting to set up screen sharing.

You couldn't quite place a finger on it, but to you Yunho appeared more... sad? Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, but something felt off.

As you continued watching, you noticed just how gentle Mingi was with him. Making playful jokes, reading compliments from chat out loud and acting every bit like an older brother would, which from your understanding was not usually the case.

Finally, they set everything up, what you saw made your head spin. The puzzle platform coop. The game that you and Yunho had played a couple of times, but most importantly had based matching usernames off.

Before they started, Yunho went into an explanation of the game, its history and why it was special, and you noticed very familiar language. Language you had used when explaining the game to him. And once they launched into the game, of course he chose the character that his username was based off - obb.

You realised. This was his final call. You had to act, and act fast.

So you did the unthinkable and contacted the one other person who you felt you could comfortably speak to out of your newest acquaintances - Yeosang. You had also connected with him on Discord, though barely spoke outside of shared sessions with Yunho.

<e-y/n> hello

The reply came almost instantly

<sk8rboi> hi

You were nervous, but pushed it away as far as you could. This was not a match you could lose.

<e-y/n> this is going to sound really odd, but is there any way i can contact yunho?

<sk8rboi> come over

<e-y/n> ... nani?????

<sk8rboi> this mutual simping is wild

<sk8rboi> come get ur man pls I want peace

...

<sk8rboi> hey u there? if u ghost me i will ddos ur ass

<e-y/n> yeah yeah sorry just... did you say mutual?

<sk8rboi> yh bruh istg how did u even come up w aenigmata

<e-y/n> bruh what you mean

<sk8rboi> nvm just heres the address and u can come over like nowish

<sk8rboi> [address sent]

<sk8rboi> and while u wait for long boi to call it a day on ibbobb u can spill dev secrets >:)

<e-y/n> thank you *tips fedora*

<sk8rboi> ew yunho has one helluva taste

What in the world did you agree to just now?

Where was your rationality?

Were you really about to haul a ball of anxiety that was yourself across the city, and into the dorms of 8 grown men and celebrities?

You were wild. But you were wildly in love, so upon masking the majority of your still lingering episode under a bit of refreshing makeup and your confidence-boosting fit, you were off.

And back again because you needed your car keys - you were not about to conquer that barrier yet, the metro could stay as a no-go zone for a while longer.

Call yourself fast and furious, because you swore you used nitro boost to zoom through the streets of Seoul, dodging traffic like you did this on the daily. Adrenaline was your only fuel, and you were very much out of breath once you arrived at the large complex where ATEEZ lived.

Remembering some broken version of breathing exercises you had been taught some time ago, you steadied yourself and gave yourself some time. You cruised around the neighbourhood a couple times until you found an inconspicuous parking spot, because even though probably no one would care, you couldn't help it.

Face obscured by a mask, you shuffled over to the door of the building checking a couple of times to make sure you weren't making a mistake. Before buzzing them, you messaged Yeosang once again, and he promptly let you in.

Once on the right floor, he was already already waiting for you, dressed in a hoodie, knee-length shorts and slides.

"Woah, you actually made it. Big respect. Come on in, Y/N."

It was very easy to be casual with him, as he was practically your long lost brother.

You beamed at him after sliding off your mask, and carefully taking off your shoes at the door to replace them with a pair of slippers he set down on the ground before you. While doing so, you heard him suddenly start counting down...

"And a 3, and a 2, and a-"

"YO YEOSANG WHO IS AT THE DOOR?" that voice sounded very familiar, and soon enough, the one and only Wooyoung appeared around the corner.

And froze. Jaw dropped. Then shrieked.

You were a deer caught in the headlights, again finding yourself punching the daylights out of your false sense of bravery. You wanted to turn right back around when-

"Y/N? IT IS Y/N! THE Y/N! Oh you have no idea how happy I am to meet you in person finally, come through. Statue man, why are you not letting her in?"

"Bro you intercepted like no tomorrow, this was a covert ops mission and you are like a nuke."

"Man, you literally brought THE Y/N over to OUR PLACE and are telling me to chill?"

"Yeah, tone it down. Like a thousand notches. For everybody's mental health."

You gave Yeosang an appreciative nod as he cut Wooyoung's excitement short. To be fair, you were excited too, but at the moment your instincts were telling you to escape at the first possible moment.

Wooyoung rapidly switched though, much to your joy, and in a much softer tone, greeted you again and told you to follow him.

Once in the living room, you were met with one more inquisitive pair of eyes. When he noticed that you were not sure how to address him, be it because you did not know him too well or were just shying away, he, gallant as ever stood up and introduced himself. That was how you met San.

Aside from Mingi and Yunho, apparently the rest of the members had some work to be done so were out of the house and promised to not be back until late. So you took the time to try power through small talk with Wooyoung, Yeosang and San.

With Yeosang definitely mediating because he could somehow read your vibes scarily easily.

Soon enough the Woosan duo decided to push some buttons and turned on the Yungi live, enjoying seeing you falter as you were talking. And you thought you were going to be safe from teasing entirely? Rookie mistake.

Although they knew the details from Yunho's side, they wanted to hear at least a bit from you, but you were a tough nut to crack. They did not know just how much game industry insider information you were used to carrying all the time.

Personal info was nothing. But you kind of, sort of... did want to gush about Yunho. But not now, not when everything was hanging by a thread.

Fast forward to an hour later, and as a way to thank the guys for taking care of you and standing your presence for so long, you ordered them food. Then and there they labelled you as a certified homie.

Just when you and the guys had arranged everything on the kitchen counter, you heard the door unlock, and lo and behold, in came Mingi, followed by an unreadable Yunho.

While driving back, San had discreetly texted Mingi, so he knew what was coming, and gave you a megawatt grin and a thumbs up.

If only you could replay the moment Yunho had raised his eyes and saw you at least once every hour of the day (who were you kidding, your brain was going to take care of that)

It was the kind of glee that you had only encountered in particularly sappy movies or shoujo manga. You almost wondered where the flower petals were.

What happened next swept you off your feet, literally. Not giving a damn that the other members will finish him off or maybe even expose him as a hopeless romantic on some future variety show, he strode over to you and wrapped his strong arms around your frame, lifting you up slightly so you had to balance on your tiptoes. Your face was quickly turning red, but you couldn't and wouldn't pull away.

This action was all you needed to know that your ruminations were self-sabotage, and that you overcoming your fear even if just for today was more than right.

You buried your face in his shirt, careful not to smudge anything but nevertheless relishing in his presence the fact that this was all in real life. He was here. You were here.

Both of you ignored the hollering of the gathered members, some of whom took the chance to sneak the food out on display.

Yunho asked you out then and there, whispering the words into your ear, making a shiver go down your spine. You nodded again and again, and gave him another tight hug.

How desperately he wanted to plant a kiss on your soft lips. The ones that had formed a light cheeky pout as you two finally pulled away when Yeosang shouted "get a room". He wanted to show you in every way that he was yours. And that you could rest assured nothing was going to change that.

After all, you were like ibb and obb. Worked best together.

Bonus:

Now for him, it was not easy keeping your relationship a secret. Not when he was smiling at his phone, and unabashedly calling you while literally backstage, just to show you how things were around there.

You were not ready to attend any of the big events yet, nor were you fond of the idea of hanging around the equally busy backstage, but you knew everything that was going on thanks to the stream of pictures, videos and calls you received. Down to documentary-style explanations where Yunho scouted for some funny close ups of his members.

Very early on you had discussed social boundaries, and you had explained to him the details of what battles you were yet to find, and fell in love with him all over again when he was the most respectful and understanding person on the planet.

You were slowly building up courage, and were already improving leaps and bounds - your business friend was overjoyed when you independently hosted your own livestream, and organised a q&a session for fans. Magazines and merch stores took a greater interest in your work, and you were happily liaising with them, of course with support of your team, and of your boyfriend, Yunho.

Both you and Yunho learned together what a balancing act life can be, but, with some adjustments and open communication, were making it happen. Step by step, closer and closer.

Staff were quick to ship you two, seeing how Yunho had somehow become even more attractive on stage, sending fans into a frenzy. Really it was so that he could later observe the effect he had on you.

At the same time, he quickly gained a soft spot in some gaming fans' hearts as he ventured into the area a little bit more, for the time being either alone or with another member.

If Yunho thought the e-girl jokes were going to die down, they only got stronger. And when some fans started forming theories about Yunho's patterns, wondering if there was either some collaboration on the horizon or something much deeper, started telling him to come clean to ATINY about his Twitch subscriptions.

Maybe someday, only when you told him you were okay with it, he would shout to the world that Yunho and Y/N were an item, but for now, he was more than in love with you and the two-player world you two built, and you were more than in love with him and his way to bring you to a beautiful reality.

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garlichoisan · 7 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [6]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future

🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive

🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader

💌 Word Count: 1297

⚠️ Warnings: slightly nsfw(-ish?)/suggestive

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Chaewon was staring disbelievingly at her phone screen for the past 10 minutes. She couldn’t think of a proper way to answer her friend’s provocative messages; she wasn’t used to exchanging such messages with Mingi. They were best friends, and their flirting have never went that far before; besides, it has always been in a joking manner. And Mingi’s messages just now seemed nothing like a joke. Chaewon instantly regretted making fun of Mingi’s love life; she truly didn’t expect him to react that way, snap and make things so awkward. Suddenly their chat was filled with unexpected tension. She was wondering if Mingi was also flustered because of the texts he sent, or it was only her feeling that way. After all, he seemed so confident and convincing – maybe he was the better player in that game. But Chaewon didn’t want to play any games with her best friend – at least not games that included him controlling her heart. She was in fact afraid of what Mingi could do to her, if he really wanted to.

Meanwhile Mingi himself was also freaking out in his own way, rereading the messages he had just sent. It wasn’t his style at all, but his ego was so damaged because of Chaewon’s comments, that he didn’t think twice before typing some of his wildest thoughts. He could only thank his mind for not letting the spicier ones out and preferring to stay on the tame side; even if he considered what he wrote already bad enough. Now he was left dealing with the aftermath and it was so difficult for him to figure out what to do that when all he wanted was to turn back time and control his reactions better to avoid that situation; but unfortunately, he had to settle for a more possible solution.

Suddenly San stormed into the room, not even looking at Mingi. He was looking for something, lifting the bed covers, and sighed in annoyance when he didn't have much luck in finding the unknown object.

"Have you seen my phone charger?” San asked, continuing making a mess of Mingi’s already messy room. “I may have left it here last time when I came to play video games with you.”

"It's on the desk. Here," he handed the charger over to San who sighed again, but this time in relief.

"Thank you, Mangi," San turned his back as he was going to leave the room, but suddenly he turned around. "Hey, is everything okay?" he asked with concern clear in his voice, trying to analyze his friend's face. "You look kind of down."

"It's nothing," he tried to deny, but San looked at him insistently and Mingi gave up trying to pretend that there was no reason for his bad mood. "It's a long story..." this time he offered an excuse to the other boy, but that was not accepted either.

"I'm gonna grab two beers and come back here. Be prepared to spill the beans, my friend," San warned and Mingi nodded in defeat.

When San came back to the room, he passed Mingi a cold beer, hearing the other boy quietly thanking him.

"I'm listening," San reminded his friend as he took a sip from his beer.

The friendship between Mingi, San, Wooyoung and Hongjoong was a very honest and comforting one. They always shared with each other the things that bothered them in their daily lives and never kept any secrets. Whether their problems were insignificant or more serious, they knew they would feel better after talking about it. Sometimes the others didn’t take it seriously and laughed at the person sharing their situation, but that only happened when they were discussing a minor problem that couldn't really hurt anyone’s feelings. Most of the time the guys dramatized and acted hurt to attract attention and keep the mood light.

"It's not a big deal, really, but if you insist to know…" Mingi warned for the last time before taking a sip from his bottle and starting to talk about what bothered him. "Do you think it's okay for a guy our age to have never dated anyone before? Like, what do girls or people in general think about it?" he asked his question and for a second San was taken aback; he most definitely didn't expect that type of question. He especially didn't think that Mingi was capable of discussing that problem of his, since he always pretended to have a lot of dating experience when he was with his friends, even though all of them were aware he was lying.

"I think I know who the guy you're talking about is. The one who’s pretending to know all about relationships without ever having been in one," San laughed.

Mingi rolled his eyes with annoyance, thinking San was not taking the

situation seriously.

"Okay, on a more serious note... I had no idea it actually bothered you. To be honest, I find it kind of cute when it’s a girl, even though it’s difficult to find girls like that. You know, to be someone's first love is a very refreshing feeling, it makes you feel important enough to change someone's entire world. But for a guy I do find it a little weird," San confessed, but then he received a slap on his shoulder. "No, for real. As a guy, you’re expected to have some experience. Sorry, I have no filter, I guess. This is just another double standard of our twisted society, Mangi. Better get used to it.”

"But how am I supposed to date anyone when people don't find me attractive since I've never dated?" Mingi asked confusedly.

San laughed and patted his friend's shoulder. He took a sip from his beer again, looking at him with amusement.

"No, things don't work that way, Mangi."

"And how do they work?"

"I think it's different for everyone. You just have to find your own method and not rush things. You're a nice guy who’s also good looking, so the problem isn't in you. I’m sure there are plenty of girls out there who are not gonna mind you being inexperienced in relationships,” San said reassuringly, chugging the remaining beer in the can in one take. “My question is how and why you started thinking about it and feeling so self-conscious all of a sudden. You're usually so bright, energetic and loud, and now you're sitting alone in your room, thinking that you're not good enough?" San noted, not hiding his confusion.

"Maybe I’m not as strong as I’d like to be,” Mingi tried to keep his voice stable, but he felt it crack and in the next moment tears rolled down his face. "I don't know what's wrong with me..."

It truly pained San to see his best friend like that. That was not Mingi at all, and for a moment he panicked, wondering what to do. But then he decided to act logically - if the person in front of him didn't act like Mingi, he had to respond in another type of way. He had to comfort him the way he would comfort anyone else and stop playfully making fun of him, because the situation was no longer funny.

So without thinking too much, San embraced Mingi in his arms, feeling his unsteady breathing and his heart nervously beating against his chest. He gently brushed his friend’s hair with his fingers, feeling its soft texture. In that moment, they both felt comfortable, as if they had just teleported into another place: a place of warmth where life was easy and problems didn't exist. They could stay like that for as long as they wanted, just sinking in the comfortable silence together. And that's exactly what they did.

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San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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multifandomfix · 1 year

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Donna Noble Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Exhausted, just wanting to laze about. She has to cool down and relax a bit, but then she’s usually up for cuddling.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

Your thighs. She loves the way they quiver when you come.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Aside from the occasional hickey, not really.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Honestly, you’re both pretty equal. You’ll never get Donna to be 100% submissive, but she doesn’t need total control either.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s got some experience, men and women alike, and she knows what she’s doing. If she doesn’t, she’ll sure as hell pretend like she does.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

Mostly make love, but catch her on a shitty day and it’ll be fuck all the way.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Donna can never take herself entirely too seriously, so there will always be a fair amount of teasing banter and laughter in the bedroom.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Compliments. If you give Donna a few genuine compliments, boy oh boy does that get her going. She’s a sucker for them because she’s often been told, or thought, that she’s not enough.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

Donna can get a little bit annoying when she wants you and it happens to be an inopportune time. You’ll have to find some sort of way to placate her until the time is right.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She’d much prefer you to take care of her than having to do it herself, but if she must, she will.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dressing up. She never thought she’d be so into it, but when she agreed to try it with you, and she came in wearing this sexy nurse outfit, she could not get enough of that look in your eye at seeing her that way. And it’s a two way street. She likes you to dress up for her too.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Donna typically prefers to stick to the bedroom for sex, but she’d make out with you pretty much anywhere.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Lots of kissing, touching, whispered praises. You really just let the fire play take it’s natural course and go with whatever feels right in the moment.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

Donna has never been one with the finesse for a strip tease, as she always feels like she’s taking too long or doing it wrong, but she doesn’t mind watching you do one.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She can give pretty good, but she is much more comfortable being on the receiving end.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She usually likes to take things slower, really bask in every single sensation.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She certainly doesn’t have a preference for them, but they’ll do in a pinch.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Donna isn’t a big risk taker. She much prefers the romantic and intimate side of sex and doesn’t often feel the need to add that layer of risk on top of the experience.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just one or two, really. Any more and she’s probably not going to be able to roll out of bed the following morning.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

No. All of her experiences with one night stands have been nothing but regret, so she avoids them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Donna can be a total tease if she wants to be, but it’s rare. You’ve hopped into bed with her for a reason after all, and she often wants to get there as quick as possible.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not super loud, but she’s definitely not silent either. She isn’t afraid to make a little noise.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

A few months or more. It depends on how serious she is about you and how likely she thinks you’ll run off on her after.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Donna has always been a bit insecure about her body, but she truly does look incredible and you love running your hands along her curves and telling her how beautiful she is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Moderate. It’s not something she thinks about constantly, but if you do catch her in the mood, you better be ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick. After catching her breath and calming down, she’ll often fall asleep still in your arms.

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Get Your Mans

Your running your bar when a drunk girl won’t take no for an answer. Thankfully, a regular is willing to come to your rescue.

Hinata x trans!m!reader

“I need a boyfriend.”

In retrospect, there were better ways to start this conversation with people that were basically strangers. But as the drunken girl from the bar glared holes into the back of your head, you needed to get this handled as quickly as possible.

You never thought you’d end up in a position like this. Not even twenty minutes ago. But if someone had asked you fifteen minutes ago- you might have seen this coming.

You were working your regular shift, at the bar you’d opened with your sister. She was the bookkeeper and the face for business meetings and the like, while you were the bartender and the muscle in a way. The two of you were twins, only around twenty five, but you’d opened the place together as soon as your twenty first birthday rolled around. She was the only member of the family that you still talked to, the only one that supported your transition. “If mom and dad can’t see us as their daughter and their son, they we don’t need them.”

Yes, you were trans. But you still had rather androgynous features, so strangers would constantly confuse you for a girl.

Like the girl with her friends that was barely twenty two, according to her ID that you checked at least three times before serving her, who kept hitting on you no matter how many times you tried to make it clear you weren’t interested. Until you finally cracked as the buzz of the door alerted you to the group of regulars coming in.

“I told you, I can’t give you my number.” You sighed for the fiftieth time.

“Why not? C’mon we’d make such a cute couple!” She hazily followed your line of sight as you waved to greet the new customers, “Oh, or are just some asshole that flirts with everyone?”

Before you could think about it, you replied, “I didn’t flirt with you. That’s my boyfriend!” You immediately wished you could’ve taken it back. They were friendly with you, and you did have a crush, but they didn’t know you well enough for this.

She just scoffed, “I’ve heard of girls pretending to be gay to get out of dudes hitting on them, but I’ve never seen a girl pretend to be straight.”

You grit your teeth, grounding out the words, “I am a guy.” Before rounding the bar and meeting the boys where they lingered by the pool tables near the entrance. You gave the sunshiney trio a hug, the one with orange hair never let you out of it at first and then it became a habit. “I need a boyfriend.”

The four of them blinked at you as the words came out of your mouth, before the blonde one laughed loudly, “Doncha think you should ask ‘im onna date first?”

You suppressed a grimace. You started this, now you needed to finish it, “It’s a long story. Please. Can one of you-“

The tall one with grey hair shoved the orange haired one at you, the one with black hair just sighed. “Hinata! Get your mans!” Hinata just rubbed the back of his neck, and you leaned over and whispered what was happening into his ear. His face contorted into surprise as he listened, but he was happy to help. To him, this might be the only time he could be your boyfriend, even if it was fake.

As you pulled back, he let out a laugh like you’d been telling him a joke, slipping his arm around your shoulders, “Baby, you’re hilarious as always.” He let you lead them over to the bar, purposely taking a seat close to the drunken college girls, “Are you still up for coming to the game next weekend? You know I need my good luck charm!”

You gave him a smile, it wasn’t the first time one of them had asked you to come to a game, “Maybe. I gotta see if Kenji can handle the Saturday crowd on his own.”

“You’ll have plenty of time before the rush gets here! C’mon, babe, you promised!”

You had in fact, but you watched the way Hinata looked at the girls from the corner of his eye. Did he like girls who looked like that? Did he…like girls? You deflated a bit.

“This is seriously your boyfriend? You’re a pretty girl but he’s kinda outta your league.”

You watched the athletes freeze in their seats, even Sakusa who had been busy wiping down the counter in front of him, but you just ignored her, “I’ll try. But you know this place is more than my livelihood.”

“Yeah, yeah,” the blonde waved you off, following your subject diversion, “This place is your life, we know.”

“It is! You guys should know since-“

“Ohmygod!” You jolted at the shriek the girl let out, cutting you off, “You guys are- I’m meeting real celebrities at this dive bar? Unbelievable! You guys are-“

“I’m sorry.” Hinata gave her a smile, but his eyes weren’t happy like they always were, “Did you just cut off my boyfriend, and refer to his business as a dive?”

The girl blinked but, unlike her friends, didn’t seem to notice that he wasn’t happy with it, “Well, yeah? Have you looked around? I’ve been to fast food restaurants with more class. I’m surprised professionals of your caliber would come here.” You looked away as she ran her fingertips down his arm, but he jerked his arm away.

“You’re very rude, you know that?” The girl jerked like he’d hit her. “You harass my boyfriend, misgendered him, and insult not only him but his bar- and you think you can just compliment us and we’ll ignore it?”

The girl scoffed, snatching her bag up from where it hung on her chair, “Whatever. This isn’t worth it.”

As she stood to leave, you called out, “I still have you ID and your credit card. Don’t think just because your daddy’s spoiled princess you can leave without actually paying your tab.” One of the girls with her snorted as she scowled, closing out her tab and snatching her cards out of your hand, “Have a great night!” As expected, the girl didn’t tip, but the one that laughed at your comment lingered for a second.

“I’m sorry. She’s…well, I’d say she’s usually not like this but she is. If we weren’t cousins, I’d never go anywhere with her. Here’s the tip, because I know she never leaves one.”

Atsumu seemed to like this one, “Ya don’t gotta leave, ya know? If you wanted to stay, have a drink with us, we could get you an Uber home.”

You watched as she seemed to debate it, long enough for the first girl to stomp her feet at the door. But she smiled at Atsumu, “I’d like that.” You rolled your eyes with a smile, making him his usual drink and a second of what the girl had ordered before, sliding them across the bartop for him to pick up. You laughed to yourself as the two of them made their way to one of the two seater tables and the flirty girl stomped her way out the door with her other friends in tow. You slid Bokuto his beer, and Sakusa an opened drink, and the two of them immediately flitted away toward the pool table. Odd, but not uncommon. You slid the reserved sign you kept for Sakusa onto the counter he’d finished cleaning to his satisfaction. Before you turned back to an uncharacteristically silent Hinata.

He never really had an order, just asked you to make whatever your favorite drink was that week, so you decided to do that while you tried to come up with a way to thank him. “You know she’s wrong, right?”

His voice caught you off guard, and you almost spilled the drink you’d been making. Clearing your throat you looked back at him, “I know. This place isn’t some high end artisan bar, but it’s no dive.”

He chuckled, “That’s not exactly what I meant.” You waited, hoping he would enlighten you, and after he seemed to have his thoughts in order he continued, “When she said you were a pretty girl but I was outta your league.”

You shrugged, “She wasn’t wrong. I mean I’m not a girl but-“

“But you are pretty. And I’m nowhere near out of your league.” Hinata leaned into his elbows on the counter, “If anything it’s the other way around. You are way too good for me, it’s the only thing that kept me from asking you out the first time we walked in here.”

“You wanted to ask me out?” You were not a quiet person. It was one of the reasons you liked bartending, you never had to tone down your voice because drinkers were loud too. But right now your voice wouldn’t get any louder.

He nodded nonetheless. “I figured you’d hate it. I mean, now I have evidence that you get hit on at work, and I didn’t want to do that. It’s why the guys always invite you to games. Tsumu figured that if you showed up, you might be interested in me- or at least one of us.”

You could feel yourself burn before the admission even left your lips, “I have a Hinata jersey actually. I wear it when I work during your games, because I keep them on the tv during my shift.”

You watched his face crack into a smile, so wide his eyes were nearly shut, “So you’re my fan, huh?”

“Ugh, no, clearly I’m a Bokuto fan.” You snorted as he feigned offense. “I’ll come to your game this weekend. If I can get a ticket at least.”

He proudly dug into his jacket pocket, sliding a ticket across the counter. “Now you have no excuse. I want to see you cheering for me.”

“And when you guys win, I expect I’ll be serving your celebration drinks too.”

“Actually…” you watched as he seemed to draw in his confidence, “Maybe, whether we win or lose, you’d let me take you out after the game?”

“Well, you’d better win. I want to go out with you while you’re riding that high. If you lose…maybe a movie date at home would be better.” You shared a grin, not noticing the eavesdropper until you heard Atsumu shouting as he threw his hands up.

“HE FINALLY DID IT, BOYS!”

“HEY HEY HEY! HINATA GOT HIS MANS!”

The man in question flushed, but his smile didn’t fade.

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trashyswitch · 1 year

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Don't Taunt The Tall Ones

Peach gets a noise complaint from a toad about Mario and Luigi. She goes to investigate, and discovers the boys having a pillow fight! But when Mario's competitiveness begins to go too far, Peach and Luigi make sure Mario remembers who he's messing with.

This fanfic was a funny little idea that I came up with weeks earlier. I had originally imagined a pillow fight with Peach showing annoyance and calling them children...and then it slowly turned into a funny game I like to call "How many short jokes can I possibly make in a single fic?"...But reading over Mario's dialogue, I realized I had turned Mario into a complete tool of a person...which wasn't accurate. So I rewrote some moments, and...here it is. I hope you enjoy!

Princess looked down from the balcony as a toad walked into the castle entrance. “Princess! The toads have reported a noise disturbance from Mario and Luigi’s house.” The roads told her.

“A noise disturbance?” She asked, confused. “Do you have a witness?” She asked.

“Yes.” The blue toad showed her a nervous, red toad. “He lives right nearby, and told us about it.” The blue toad told her.

Peach looked at the red toad with a softened expression of empathy. “It’s okay, toad.” She told him, waving for him to come closer.

Nervously, the toad walked closer and let Peach pick him up. The princess’s calm demeanor helped him calm down slightly.

“You’re probably worried…” Peach said.

The red toad nodded.

“Did it sound distressing?” She asked the toad next.

“Well…” the red toad cleared his throat and spoke up. “On one hand, it sounds like yelling and pain…but then it changes to laughter? Then back to yelling? It’s very confusing.” The red toad explained.

Peach nodded and gave the toad a hug before putting him down.

“I don’t know…I’ve never come across such a thing before.” The red toad admitted.

“Don’t worry. I’ll go and find out what’s going on.” She told him.

“Okay…thank you, Princess.” Toad told her.

She smiled and patted the red toad’s head. “No problem.”

Peach started to walk up to Mario and Luigi’s little house. And as she slowly got closer, she could understand what the toad was talking about. Sounds of yelling were filling her ears the more she got closer to the house. Have they never heard of noise complaints before?!

She walked up and cleared her throat. She raised her hand up, ready to knock on the door…but quickly yelped and backed up as something heavy crashed against what she assumed to be the other side of the door. Then louder muffled sounds of familiar yelling mixed with laughter could be heard from where Peach was. It was unusual, and surprised her at first. But she quickly worked up the courage to walk up again, and finally knocked on the door.

The muffled yells halted for just a second…before the words “WAIT THERE’S SOMEONE AT THE DOOR” could be heard. Peach crossed her arms as the door opened.

“Hello- Oh!” Luigi reacted, opening the door more. “Hello P- WAH!” Luigi yelped as he felt a pillow hit the back of his head, knocking his hat right off his head and onto the floor in front of Peach. He turned around to the man behind him. “MARIO!” Luigi yelled.

“Whaaat? I did nooothiing!” Mario teased before throwing another pillow at him.

Luigi caught this one with his hand in front, before throwing it back at Mario, slapping Mario in the face. Then, the man turned to look at Peach. “Sorry, Princess. He’s being a pain.” Luigi admitted before getting hit with the same pillow again in the back of the head.

Peach raised an eyebrow as she gave Luigi his hat back. “What…are you doing?” She asked.

“Eh, just pillow fighting.” Luigi replied, pretending that another pillow hadn’t just hit him in the back.

“HAHAAA! Mario wins 2-1! WAHOOOO!” Mario declared.

Luigi frowned and turned to Mario. “You did NOT WIN!” Luigi yelled. “I said T-Game!” Luigi reminded him.

Mario frowned. “No you didn’t! The game is still going!” Mario reacted. “And I win!”

Luigi rubbed his nose, clearly annoyed. It didn’t take long for a green pillow to be thrown at Luigi’s face. As the pillow slid down the green man’s face and onto the ground, Luigi picked up the pillow and threw it back at Mario. “Aw come on! Don’t be such a sore loser!” Mario reacted, grabbing a small red pillow and throwing it like a frisbee towards Luigi.

Luigi quickly opened the door wide open and moved Peach to the side. The pillow soared right past them, out of the house and onto the grass below. Once the pillow landed, Luigi shot Mario a glare.

“WAH!” Mario reacted. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he had realized who he had almost hit with the pillow. He cleared his throat and straightened up, Bowing to her. “Sorry, Princess. I didn’t see you there.” Mario admitted.

Peach chuckled while rolling her eyes. “I didn’t realize you were 5 years old.” Peach said.

“Oh…ehm…” Luigi mumbled.

Mario raised an eyebrow and stood in front of his brother. “I didn’t realize you were such a stick-in-the-mud.” Mario added.

Luigi widened his eyes and looked at Mario with shock. Did he just-

Peach raised her eyebrows. “Telling by that attitude, I guess you ARE 5 years old! Would also explain the size difference too.” Peach joked.

If this would’ve been a normal person, Luigi probably would’ve laughed. But this is the princess, who deserves better respect. So…he kept his laugh in.

Mario walked up closer to Peach.

“Uh- Mario-” Luigi could tell things were gonna go down, and attempted to interject.

“You may be taller than me…” Mario mentioned before pointing his index finger at her. “But perhaps you need a small reminder: I have knocked Bowser down multiple times. So knocking YOU down is going to be easy as pie.” Mario declared with a smirk on his face.

Luigi shoved a green pillow into Mario’s face. “Shutting your mouth would be much appreciated, Mario.”

Mario hit Luigi with his small red pillow, knocking Luigi back. “T-Game is OVER!” Mario sprinted to Luigi and tackled him to the ground.

Luigi felt as his back hit the ground, knocking a slight bit of air out of his lungs. But the man recuperated super quickly…because as Mario sat himself up and adjusted himself, Luigi quickly picked up Mario under the arms and literally stood back up onto his feet with no issue. “Mario…” Luigi tried to tell him.

At first, Mario widened his eyes and looked down at his feet, which were literally dangling. Then, Mario growled in anger and began struggling to get out of Luigi’s grip. “LET ME GO!” Mario shouted.

Luigi sighed and looked at Peach. “I apologize for Mario’s behavior. He’s usually like this when he’s being really competitive.” Luigi admitted.

“I win! End of story!” Mario yelled, starting to push on Luigi’s arms and get out of his grip. Luigi looked at Peach again with slight exhaustion, whispering the words ‘sorry’ to her.

Peach shrugged her shoulders and just watched in awe as Luigi easily dominated his brother.

Luigi looked back at Mario and waited patiently for his brother to stop struggling. It took a few extra seconds, but Mario did eventually go limp in his arms. Luigi calmed down slightly as well when Mario stopped. Mario soon pulled himself into a much calmer position. “Luigi…” He said. “Please put me down.” Mario said.

Luigi smiled slightly. “I will put you down.” He said. “Good.” Mario replied.

“BUT…” Luigi said, narrowing his eyes at him. “...I think you first need to be reminded of who you’re messing with.” Luigi said.

Mario rolled his eyes. “I know exactly who I’m messing with.” Mario told him. “And newsflash, I’m not scared.”

Luigi gave him the best warning face he could.

Mario raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. “What’s that look for?” Mario asked.

Peach seemed to understand the look on Luigi’s face, though. “I think you should listen to him, Mario.” Peach told him.

Mario scoffed. “You seriously expect ME to be scared of my little brother?!” Mario asked. “HA! Please…Don’t make me laugh.” Mario taunted.

Peach widened her eyes. The man is seriously taunting him? Even while being clearly dominated?! Peach shook her head as she stared in awe…Then, she put on a slight smirk as she walked closer. “Geez…I wonder: How on earth do you deal with him when he’s like this?!” Peach asked, acting surprised.

Luigi smiled brightly as he looked at Peach, noticing her change of expression. “I’ll happily demonstrate if you help me.” Luigi offered with a wink.

Mario widened his eyes and frowned. “Demonstrate what?” Mario asked.

“Deal. What do you want me to do?” Peach asked.

Luigi chuckled and brought his brother up to Peach like he was holding a toddler. “Please hold onto him for me.” Luigi told her.

Peach lifted Mario’s arms up into the air, before placing Mario’s feet on the ground. “Like this?” Peach asked.

Luigi raised his eyebrows, but…quickly smiled. “Yeah, actually! That’s an easier idea than I had in mind.” Luigi admitted.

Mario dropped his jaw, utterly offended that Luigi and Peach were treating him like he wasn’t even there. “Wha- Hey!” Mario pulled on his arms. “Peach…If you don’t let me go, then- Th-Then-”

“Then you’ll what? Throw a temper tantrum?” Peach asked. “Run to your Mommy?” She taunted back.

Mario growled as she treated him like a toddler. He pulled on his arms again, but grew quite shocked when he realized how strong the princess was. “Peach, let go!” Mario yelled. Luigi walked another step closer to him, causing Mario to straighten up slightly. “Don’t even think about it, Luigi!” Mario warned.

“Don’t think about what?” Luigi asked, cracking his knuckles.

Mario’s breathing sped up a little as he pulled on his arms once again…but they didn’t even move an inch. Mario was stuck in place, and as vulnerable as can be. This alone began to scare the boy…And with Luigi getting closer and closer, Mario’s face was changing from slight nervousness, to slight panic.

“Now where to start…” Luigi said out loud, holding his chin.

Peach widened his eyes and smiled brightly, chuckling a bit. “I know where this is going.” Peach said. “It all makes sense now.”

“Luigi, this is ridiculous! Think about what you’re doooOOOHOHOHOIHIHING! OHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOhohoooo!!” Mario interrupted himself as he felt a single finger touch his armpit, and drag itself all the way down his right side.

“Oh I’ve thought about it…and I wanna do it!” Luigi declared, before moving his finger towards the spot right below his ribcage.

“Luigi, LuigiiiIIIHIHIII! BAHAHAHAhahahaha! Nohohot thehehere! NOT THEHEHERE- HAHAHAHA!” Mario laughed.

“Wow! How did it take me this long to find out Mario’s ticklish? We’ve known each other for years now!” Peach reacted.

Luigi giggled at this. “He doesn’t like other people knowing about his weaknesses.” Luigi teased.

“LUIHIHIGI’S TIHICKLIHIHISH TOHOHOHOO!” Mario yelled.

Luigi rolled his eyes. “Well duh! Everyone’s ticklish! I’m sure Peach is ticklish too!” Luigi added.

“Yes…but you’re not tickling me.” Peach warned with a smirk.

“Ey ey, Princess.” Luigi replied.

Peach moved her hands around, so she could rest her left arm for a bit.

Luigi noticed this right away, and tilted his head slightly as he removed his hands from Mario’s ribs. “Do you want me to hold him for a bit?” Luigi asked. “We can switch positions.” He offered.

“Luhuhuigi, dohohon’t you dahahare!” Mario warned.

Luigi looked at Mario for only a second…before looking back at Peach. “Peheheheheach, Ihihi’m waharning you toohohohoo!” Mario warned next, hoping at least one of them would listen to him.

Peach looked down at Mario this time for a moment, before looking back at Luigi with a small smirk. “Really? You’re actually gonna let me tickle Mario?” She asked, a bit surprised.

Luigi shrugged his shoulders. “Well, only if you want to-”

“Yes! I want to!” Peach declared happily. “Take his hands.” She said as she waved for him to come over.

Luigi walked over and took Mario’s wrists, holding them up above Mario’s head. “Ready, Mario?” Luigi asked as Peach walked up with a smirk on her face.

Mario looked to the bottom corner, biting his lip and going quiet. “uh-...I…” Mario muttered.

Peach giggled and looked over at Luigi, who only chuckled back with a smile of his own.

Peach leaned over, right into Mario’s face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Peach teased.

Mario gulped as he visibly grew more and more red by the second. This redness only grew more scarlet as Peach removed her white gloves and wiggled her fingers in the air at him. Unless he had been living under a rock since he was born, Mario knew EXACTLY what was going to happen. Mario closed his eyes and tensed up as he awaited the inevitable.

He waited…waited impatiently for something to happen…

Even though he knew that only seconds had passed, Mario still refused to open his eyes.

“...Well this is boring…” Luigi mumbled.

Mario opened his eyes only slightly. He was hesitant to even attempt to open his eyes. But…the wait became too much for him…And Luigi’s words only worsened his confusion.

Nothing was happening…and Mario needed to know why.

“What are-” Mario widened his eyes. “GyaAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Mario shouted, throwing his head back and knocking his own hat off his head.

“Hehe! Nice try, Mario.” Peach switched to squeezing his left hip. “But your attempts to stop me, will only make things worse~!” Peach teased.

“Wowie!” Luigi reacted, taken aback. “Not a bad choice, Princess!” Luigi added.

“Thanks!” Peach replied with a little giggle. “And just call me Peach, okay?” Peach asked.

Luigi blushed slightly. “Oh...okay.” Luigi mumbled.

“STOHOHOP FLIHIRTIHIHING!” Mario yelled at them. This comment alone was enough to make Luigi’s cheeks brighten.

Peach rolled her eyes. “I’ll stop flirting as soon as you stop laughing.” Peach teased.

“WHAHAHAT?!” Mario yelled as he curled his toes from inside his brown shoes. “HOHOW IHIHIHIS THAHAT FAHAHAHAHAIR?!” Mario asked.

“Well clearly, it’s not.” Peach replied, before booping Mario’s nose with her free finger. “But that’s what makes it soooo fun~”

Luigi bit his lip as he tried (and failed) to look away so he could cover up his bright red face…He did NOT expect Peach to be this good at teasing. And the teasing wasn’t even directed at him! It was supposed to be directed at Mario! He hoped and prayed that Peach hadn’t noticed his face yet.

But unfortunately…when Luigi looked at Peach again…

Peach was staring right back at him with the biggest, most evil little smirk on her face. Not only that, but she had actually stopped tickling Mario…only to observe Luigi in his overly embarrassed state.

And as if Luigi’s face couldn’t get any more red…

It did.

“You…” Peach was struggling not to laugh. “Look like you’re ready to buhrhrst of embarrassment!” Peach reacted.

With Luigi temporarily distracted, Mario pulled his hands free and turned around to look at Luigi himself. “Oh…” Mario muttered, shocked.

Luigi squeaked and covered his face, mumbling to himself and stuttering helplessly as he continuously failed to explain why he was so red and embarrassed.

Mario could only feel sympathy for his brother. “Did Peach’s teases get to you?” Mario asked, patting his upper arm. Luigi only let out a little whine in response.

“Is…that what’s going on?” Peach asked.

Luigi could barely communicate properly…so the only response they got from Luigi was a little muffled mumble.

“Awwww…” Mario chuckled before grabbing something. “Okay. Luigi?” Mario asked.

Luigi hummed very quietly, slightly uncovering his right eye for a moment. Peach smiled and walked up, covering Luigi’s eyes. “Close your eyes.” She told him.

Luigi let out a nervous breath before uncovering his eyes, revealing his closed, squeezed eyelids.

Peach took the item from Mario’s hand, before readying her arms…

And in one fell swoop something soft slapped Luigi right in the face!

Luigi opened his eyes and froze in place, shocked as anything by such a soft, but strong blow. But the moment the pillow landed in his hands, Luigi fell out of his trance. “Wha- HEY!” Luigi reacted before riling back the pillow, a newfound confidence growing on his face. “Oh, you’re on!”

“Whoa! You wouldn’t hit a girl, would you?” Peach teased.

Luigi hesitated for a moment…and softened his expression…Oh gosh…Should he? Should he really hit a gir-

PWUFF! Another pillow to the face by Peach!

Luigi fell backwards, landing on his back. “OOF!” Luigi let out. “WOW!” Mario reacted. “What a hit!”

“Put your hands up where I can see ‘em!” Peach declared, her hand back, ready to throw the pillow again.

“WAH-” Luigi quickly listened to her command and put his hands up in arrest.

Despite having his hands up, Peach still threw the pillow at his face…but only to temporarily distract him long enough for Mario to jump on his brother and tickle him back. Peach’s ‘stick-in-the-mud’ attitude was completely gone, and a more playful princess had finally come out. And though everyone’s laughter filled the room, Luigi’s laughter was the strongest out of all of them. Though who would’ve blamed the man? Mario’s primary tickle spot to target was Luigi’s hips! And as it would turn out, the twins have at least one ticklish spot in common.

#teasing #height difference #noise complaints #pillow fight #sibling rivalry #fluff and humor #ticklefic #ler!peach #switch!luigi #switch!mario

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