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non-stop-imagines · 10 months

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Part Four: First Date

One Two Three Part Four

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Freelance Journalist Black Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~5.2k (w/ 2 smau posts)

Warnings: Smut (oral: fem and male receiving, p in v, fingering), profanity, small mention of food, a rudimentary explanation of surfing, it gets sappy in places

A/N: One more part to go!🥳 This one was fun to write, and I'm glad to get another smutty piece out to you. I'm just glad that I've been able to go to work and still get these fics out to you guys because this truly a creative that I needed and you guys make it extremely enjoyable. Up next are a few requests I am very excited for.🎉 Also, thank you again to @thisismeracing for taking me underneath her wing, because the Mick smut she has written really helped me with this, so yeah love ya girlie!😘 Drink your water, get your sleep! Love you all!💖💛💖💛

A/N 2: All of the pictures used for the smau portions are all from pinterest and are not my own product.

Tagged: @thisismeracing @omgsuperstarg @copper-boom @mirrorball-6

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“How do I look?” You strut out of the dressing stall at the entrance of the private beach Mick brought you to. He contemplated taking you surfing at the place he goes to when he travels to Australia, but he wanted you to himself. Sure there was also a beach right off of the hotel you two were staying in, but he wanted to make it seem like you two were the only people in the world for as long as possible. He turns around from prepping his board to see you approaching him in a yellow ensemble, yellow bikini bottoms and a yellow, white and orange floral semi-cropped rashguard top, and his first thought, above everything else, is that he bought you, from now on, will be yellow. You were not shy about dressing in a rainbow of colors, but seeing you in this concentrated amount of yellow was a mental overload. He finally came back to the moment, getting up and walking towards you and cradling your face with a hand on each cheek.

“You look absolutely lovely, liebling.” He guides your face into a simple, lingering kiss, thumb caressing your cheek taking a deep breath before pulling away, a dazed grin on his face.

“Liebling. That means darling, right?” You grab onto Mick’s wrists, rubbing your thumbs over the hands still holding your face.

"Correct." He removes one of his hands from your face to mess with your locs that you had in a quick bun at the top of your head.

"I would like to say I already started to learn some German, but I'd rather not lie to you. That's just something I've learned randomly." Your spew of words leads to a kiss on your forehead and to be placed under an admiring gaze that you had to snap Mick out of. "Shall we get started?" You look innocently at Mick through your eyelashes.

"Fine." Mick breaths out his response before grabbing your hand and leading you to the surfboard now resting in the sand. Before he begins to instruct once you guys get to the board, you wrap your arms around his back and latch them in front of him, softening his previous demeanor that got slightly annoyed because all he wanted to do was touch you and have you close to his body at all times

“So, where do we start?” You break away from your hold on him after giving him a kiss on the shoulder.

“Um, first let me put this around your ankle.” Your eyes follow Mick as he kneels down in front of you to wrap a strap around your ankle and once he's done he looks up at you and you can see something visibly change in eyes. Something you don't think you've seen before. You can see them flick to look down your body before flicking back up to your face. The aura is quickly replaced with the usual adoring gaze as he continues talking. "This is called a leash. It just helps to keep you tethered to the board." When he stands again he places his hands on your hips, facing you to guide you up onto the board. "Okay, get into a surfing stance. Does that feel good?"

"Your hands or the stance?" You cheekily joke, smirking and then slowly looking toward Mick who had to dip his head at the terrible joke.

"That's the best you've got?" He asks once he finally looks at you again.

"Oh, we're just getting started, sweetheart." You ruffle Mick's hair then push it back, wanting to see all of his face.

"You're gonna drive me crazy, liebling." Mick's words come out like a slight grunt as he holds intense eye contact, hinting at a double meaning in his comment. He puts his attention back on you and the board. "Anyway, the stance. How is it? Comfortable?"

"Yeah, this feels fine." You bounce in the stance a bit before fully standing up again. Mick has not moved his large hands from your waist, in fact he has now begun to run his hands up and down your waist as he thinks of the next thing to do. He wasn't making eye contact, looking down at the waxed board beneath your feet, but his hands lingered on you as if they had lived there forever.

"Okay, good. Leash is supposed to be on the back ankle, so that's good. Um, get down onto your stomach." You follow directions, carefully laying down onto the sticky waxed board, feeling a sense of calm when Mick’s radiation of warmth emerges next to you. You turn to your right to Mick grinning childishly as he continues his instruction. “Okay, we’re going to practice popping up, which is literally pressing down onto the board to stand up in one swift motion.” He demonstrates on the sand, quickly jumping up onto his feet into a surfing stance. What he doesn’t realize is that his movements were slow motion in your eyes, watching the striation and flex in his arms when he starts to apply pressure to the ground, the concentration as he performs the quick motion, biting his lip. You come back to the present with him staring at you, waiting for you to take your turn.

“I can’t do that! I’m not as strong as you.” You stay on your stomach, looking up at Mick while he crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at you.

“You can do it. I promise it’s not as difficult as it seems.” He stays stagnant in his stance waiting for you to try, so you take a deep breath and push down onto the board beneath you, using all of your might to get as much of your body off of the board so you can hop to your feet. You can feel that it seems to be working, your upper body starting to come up, but it seems to be not enough for you lower body to come from beneath you, but the position doesn’t give your hands enough time to return back underneath you, leaving the surfboard as the sole target for your forehead and nose to hit. You immediately feel Mick’s hands on your back and your cheek, his instinctual response to seeing you shaking like you were crying, but when you roll over he is relieved to see you laughing. Cracking up, to be exact.

“Ow.” This was the only word that you could muster in your hearty laughter, bringing a wide, relieved smile to Mick’s face.

“Are you okay?” Mick uses the hand on your cheek to guide your face so he could examine it.

“Yeah, but promise me you’ll still love me if my nose swells up and I get a knot on my head?” You pout up at Mick. He just grins and then places gentle pecks on the tip of your nose and the middle of your forehead, right between your eyebrows.

“I will always love you, no matter how much your nose swells up.” He gives you one more kiss, on the lips this time, slipping in a momentary bit of tongue that had your head spinning. “Ready to try again?”

“Yeah, I’m ready. But catch me next time, please?” You lay back down on your stomach on the board, positioning your hands at your chest, but having to look up and to your right when you feel a sharp smack to your butt.

“I’ll try. Now go.” This time he was kneeling next to you, fully prepared to save you if you come crashing down again.

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“On a scale of 1-10, how good of a student was I?” You ask as you spear a bit of food from the plate in front of you. You and Mick were sitting on the ground of the balcony to your guys’ hotel, eating from plates that sat on the lap trays they came with. Mick’s back was against the wall next to the glass sliding doors to the hotel bedroom, and you sat off to his left, facing toward him so you could drape your legs over his, a gesture which he unquestioningly accepted, and responded to by absentmindedly caressing your legs when he wasn’t using his hands to hold his eating utensils.

“You were the greatest student I have ever had. So, a 100, I guess.” He stops caressing your legs for a brief second to take a bite of food then continues the caressing, the gesture turning more into massaging your calves and thighs, which were admittedly sore from your poor attempt at surfing.

“Even if I never actually stood up on the board in the water?” You ask, a familiar playful pout on your face that Mick loves to place a kiss on, which he does.

“It’s the effort that counts.” He uses the hand that rested on your cheek during the kiss to push some locs that fell in front of your face behind your ear.

“Well you know me, I put effort into everything I do.” You didn't mean for this to be an innuendo, but when you look back at Mick after eating your last bite of food, that mysterious, lustful look from earlier was in his eyes again, but he still responds in humor.

"I can tell. You put a lot of effort into falling off the board." A cheeky, toothy grin grows on his face after he speaks and you get up from your spot and attempt to stalk inside in mock anger.

"That's it. I'm packing my stuff." Before you are able to get to the sliding doors, Mick scrambles to his feet to engulf your body with his arms, holding you in your place.

"Wait, wait. That was a low blow, I know. I'm sorry." You giggle at the playful action and the swaying from foot to foot that comes from being captured. After coming down from the cheerful moment you both stood there in each other's embrace, eyes carefully examining the face of the person in front of you. You taking in how his pink lips have settled into a content grin and how, while subtle, they cause lines to deepen at the corners of his mouth and how this grin falls the more he concentrates, the soft squintyness of his eyes as he observes you, irises still dark, and how his eyebrows scrunched together while he studies your face. For Mick, he always watches you, even if you don't realize it. His heart always skips a beat at how your full lips naturally part, he melts when your innocent brown eyes look at him like he is your entire world. And now it was like he was gifted the greatest present anyone could have given him as your lips curl into the brightest grin, probably due to the increased length of time that you two stood there in silence. "Can I kiss you?" The sound of Mick's voice shocks you back to the present.

"Yeah, but you didn't need to ask this time…" You adjust how your arms were placed over Mick's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck to get closer to him and being able to lightly scratch the short hairs at the back of his head and the nape of his neck.

"No, I did. Because if I didn't, if I just went in to kiss you, that sexy red bikini you're wearing under that terribly see through shirt would have been off and we probably would have gotten in trouble for public indecency. I have wanted nothing but to touch your skin all day, and now it is just you and me and a bed that, even with it being right inside these open doors, is still too far away. So in order to calm these unsavory thoughts I have had about you all day, I am going to ask you again if I can kiss you." What made your knees go weak wasn't the words, well not just the words. It was also how he stood unmoving from where he was when he was observing your face. The only difference being that his grin had dropped further, making that lustful mysterious look you have made yourself familiar with in the last 12 hours more intense.

"Oh. Well, then, yes you can kiss me," Your lips part more to create a sensual smile that matches the tone of your words, but when Mick starts to lean in for the kiss, you dip your head over to his left ear. "But don't let that stop you from doing what you want to do." You return your face to in front of his and watch as his countenance gets surprisingly darker.

"Fuck." His word came out barely as a whisper with a knowing smirk. After the shortest breath of hesitation, your lips come together in a mind-numbing kiss, his large hands at the base of your jaw to guide you where he needs you as you move your hands to reach underneath his multicolor Baja hoodie making it possible for you to rake your nails down his back. He removes one hand from your face and brings it to your waist, pulling you into his body as he backs up to the door to the room, but misses his target and instead slams back against the glass door.

"Oh, are you okay?" You have to get your words out between chuckles, coming to his aid by wrapping him in a hug so you could massage his back.

"Ah, yes. I'm fine." He winces at your touch at first and then settles into the feel, putting more of his body weight into you.

"Let's go inside, doofus." You walk him inside, though it was more just you at his side, hugged around his waist as you both tried to walk in sync into the hotel bedroom. Once inside, all shut into your guys' own world, a silence settles over you two after a few stray giggles. Mick slowly pushes his tongue out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip then approaches you again, hands cradling your face, his favorite way to kiss you since it does the most work to bring you into that impossibly close proximity range he craves. The kiss started slower this time, the first one having the purpose of removing any bit of air between your mouths, and then as the moment went on tongues got involved, intertwining while your hands had a mind of their own, moving down Mick's clothed torso before they reached the hem of his hoodie, which you so desperately push up on, prompting Mick to stop the kiss and finish taking it off before closing the gap between you two again. Connected, you both begin to move toward the bed, which Mick felt for before sitting down at the edge, changing the angle of the kiss so that it was now him with his head tilted upward slightly. He removed his hands from your face so he could roam your body with them, running up, after lingering on your butt, to where your bikini tied in the back, and then finishing the job of freeing your boobs by undoing the tie around your neck. They were still covered by your oversized, slightly sheer, white button up, which, when he pulls away and looks up at you through blonde eyelashes, he undoes just enough buttons to have access to them. He admires them, his rapid eye movement indication of him taking in the whole picture, then finally he starts to place kisses in the valley between, slowly moving over until he catches your budded nipple in his mouth, eliciting a small moan. As he continues, he uses one hand to wrap around your back to press you closer and the other hand to give your other breast attention, squeezing gently and running his thumb over your nipple to perk it up before rolling it between his thumb and index finger. He is able to shift his eyes upward to watch, contently, the gentle distortion of your face at the current sensation, but he wanted more. He wanted to hear you moan his name loudly. He wanted to have to cover your mouth to stifle screams so as to not disturb other hotel guests. So he stops what he was doing and puts you an arms length from him, hands settled around your hips. You quietly whine and visibly show your discontent with a change in facial expression.

"Don't pout, liebling. Go stand with your back against the wall. And unbutton that shirt the rest of the way, please." He finishes his demands with a polite grin, and though confused, you happily oblige, walking to the wall that faced the bed, standing somewhere between the TV stand and the door frame, unbuttoning as you do so.

"Okay, now what?" You turn to put your back to the wall, now able to see how Mick was watching you under his dark gaze, looking at you like you were a sinful piece of candy that he was ready to devour, literally and metaphorically. Once he is finally right in front of you he gets down on his knees, giving a sinister look upward at you.

"I should have had you take these off, too." He keeps eye contact as he pulls at the string to one side of your bikini bottoms allowing that side to fall and pushing the other side slowly down your other leg. The anticipation and his slow movements has only worked to make you wetter, obviously visible from the removal of your bottoms, evident from Mick's quiet chuckle. But he never says anything, mesmerized by the moment, having you here. He has wanted nothing but to touch you and be close to you since the day you guys met, he realizes that now that you were waiting for him to touch you. He drags his middle and ring finger along your folds, gathering up slickness and ending with placing a few circles on your clit, looking up satisfied when he hears a sharp, shocked inhale from you. "Does that feel good?"

"Mhm." You had sucked your bottom lips into your mouth, biting gently down while you held eye contact with Mick, trying to watch his moves.

"Good." He adjusts his position, lifting up a leg so he is only kneeling down on one knee and then taking your left leg and draping it over his shoulder. He took his ring finger and middle finger again and ran it along your now more open pussy, lubricating them before pushing them slowly into you, looking up to watch your head fall back into the wall. "All this for me, huh? I'm the one that makes you this wet? I feel honored." He doesn't fully bottom out his fingers, only going to the second knuckle before slowly dragging them all the way out, separating them to watch the strings of your wetness connect the two fingers.

"Mick, please…" You look back down at Mick, a mischievous smile dawning his face.

"That's what I wanted. Beg for me, liebling. And don't take those pretty eyes off of me." He pushes his fingers back into you, holding the afore demanded eye contact as he brings his mouth to your clit, then begins to move his fingers. The combined sensation drums up louder moans than before and causes your head to again involuntarily tip back. "Look at me, baby." His words were gentle and firm, and with your thoughts slowly melting out of your head, you unquestioningly followed directions, tipping your head back down at Mick with eyes that begged for sexual satisfaction. "That's a good girl." He continues, his fingers moving in and out of your pussy at varying speeds, tongue swirling around your clit before it receives a light suck, and with you watching him he could see how good he was making you feel and you could see the content smile he had due to the job he was doing. He knew you were close when you started bucking your hips into his face and your hands move to his hair and one of your breasts.

"Mick, I'm gonna-I can't…" You tip your head back again, breaths getting quicker. Since you were so close to finishing Mick didn't care too much, but he did have one request.

"Look at me when you cum, baby." He keeps watching you and puts more vigor into sucking on you, but he kept the same pace with his fingers, all he wanted to see was what it looked like when he made you reach the height of pleasure, and like the good listener you were, when you were tipping over the edge you looked down at him, mouth agape as lewd moans and incoherent expletives drip from your lips. "Oh, that was lovely, liebling." He runs his hand along your pussy to soothe it as you come down, then brings his fingers to his mouth to suck your taste off of them. He stays kneeling and waits until he feels the pressure of your leg on his shoulder let up a bit, letting him know that you've regained enough of your strength back to stand while holding on to him. He gets up from kneeling, manually bringing your arms around his neck as he captures your lips on the way up. You revel in the kisses he peppers around your face and on your neck as you continue to come down, then decide it was time to take matter into your hands now, literally as you begin to push his shorts down. "Hey, slow down there." He uses his hand to tip your head up to look him in his eyes, but your hands continue what they were doing.

"Want to make you feel good." You whine your words, taking a step toward the bed that Mick had no choice but to follow or else he would have fallen backwards. You continued to walk back toward the bed until Mick's legs were against the foot of the bed.

"Making you cum made me feel more than good, trust me." Mick's words go unheard by you as you shed your button up and finish pushing Mick's shorts down, leaving you fully naked and him in just his underwear.

"I. Want. To." You stand back up and softly nudge Mick to influence him to sit on the bed and look up at you. You take him by the chin, now your turn to initiate a passionate, saliva swapping kiss, stepping forward to get between his legs before retracting the kiss and getting on your knees. "Please?" You hook your fingers on the waistband of his underwear, not moving until you receive a quick nod from Mick who was watching you with parted lips and shocked dark blue eyes, and he loved your face when you freed his dick from the constriction of his underwear, tongue darting just barely from your lips when you see the pre-cum on the tip. You clumsily finish removing his underwear, with him having to kick them off his leg, but your focus never strayed from his dick. "Lay back for me, honey."

It was Mick's turn to take direction, and he does so happily, leaning back onto his elbows so he's still able to watch you work your magic. You take hold of him and admire, licking the liquid on the tip before sucking it into your mouth, chuckling when you hear quiet German coming from his mouth, the vibration from the amusement making the sensation even more intense. You back up from his tip to run your tongue up the bottom before putting him back in your mouth, trying hard to get as much of him as possible. "You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth, libeling. So pretty." Mick's words come out rushed and babbled as you begin to bob your head. Mick reaches out to move some of your locs that fell in front of your face, but you stop him with your hand that was initially perched on his thigh. You didn't care about your hair being in the way but Mick did. He wanted to watch. "I want to see your face." You remove your mouth from him and point toward the nightstand on the left side of the bed.

"Hand me my hair tie." Mick stretches up the bed frantically to grab the elastic headband you use to tie your hair back. He watches the skill in which you flip your hair back into a disorganized bun before giving him a sweet grin and continuing with the blowjob. Mick reaches back down again, this time to intertwine his fingers with those of your unoccupied hand. He couldn't help but be amazed at the fact that he was here with the woman he has been obsessed with for 3 months straight, making each other feel good in the purest yet most sinful way. His head started spinning the closer he felt to cumming in your mouth, but he didn't want that. He wanted to be in you. He wanted to experience this inside of you, watching you come for the second time because of his dick. He prompts you to stop, which you oblige, wiping the saliva that was produced during from your mouth. "I have to watch you cum again. One second." You get off the ground, watch Mick rush out of the bedroom to the living room/kitchenette area, coming back with a wrapped condom that he hastily tore open with his teeth.

"Excited, aren't we?" You were now up on the bed, sitting with your legs to the side, hair still pulled back in a low disheveled bun. You were a vision, and if Mick didn't have such a carnal need to touch you he could have started and listened to you all day.

"Absolutely." He still had the condom in the ripped open wrapper as he walked over to you with a dopey smile, using his free hand placed right underneath your jaw so the junction between his index finger and his hand fit perfectly around the front of your neck to guide your face into a kiss, something to remind you that outside what was going on right now, the unabashed passion, he was still madly in love with Y/n, the freelance journalist he met in the paddock at the British grand prix. He pulls away to put the condom on then climbs back into the bed, closer to the head board. You crawl up to him to capture his lips, bringing you both back into the sensuality of the moment. You propped yourself on your outstretched arms that were planted on the bed on either side of Mick torso while his hands established themselves on your hips, trying desperately to pull you closer. You get the hint and fling a leg over his waist, grinding your slick pussy along his length, producing moans from both of you that were swallowed during the ongoing kissing. Mick's hands that were initially there for decoration are put to use, applying pressure to stop your bucking and entice you to lift yourself up so he could use a hand to guide himself inside you. As you lower yourself down, a noise comes from you that is an animalistic mixture of a guttural groan, moan and scream pushed out with the strength of your diaphragm. He watches in awe at your intensely lecherous expression, eyes squeezed shut and head leaning to the side as you concentrate on bottoming out. "You okay?" He lightly runs his hand along your side, from hips to mid waist, back and forth, waiting for a response from you.

"Fucking move, Schumacher." Your eyebrows were knitted together when you opened your eyes, making intense eye contact that Mick reciprocates when he hitches his hips upward, making you lean forward and place a hand on each side of Mick's head, giving him a face full of your chest. He was impossibly deep inside you, getting deeper with each thrust, but even this wasn't enough for Mick, he wanted you against him.

"Come here, liebling." He reaches up to hug you into him, your face by his ear and chest against his. This cause you hips to lift up a bit too much with you fully on your knees still in a straddle, but this wasn't a problem as Mick adjusted the position of his hips so he was ables to push himself back inside of you, thrusting his hips harder to get all the way inside of you. You meet him halfway by lowering your hips to meet his thrusts, eventually bringing in the added stimulation of rubbing your clit, which Mick quickly replaced with his hand to continue. The room was filled with terribly explicit sound, words of varying languages, and the intoxicating scent of sweat and sex as you and Mick reach your climaxes, loud and jarring, forgetting about whatever worries you had previously about bothering the surrounding hotel guests. Mick's dick pops out of you, resting on your ass as you rest on his chest in the same position, before rolling off to the side, Mick still clinging to your sweaty naked frame. After a few minutes of recuperation, you feel Mick get out of the bed, but you were too tired to roll over to see him walk out, which meant that you also didn't know when he walked in until you saw a bottle of water being handed to you. You take it and roll over, smiling at Mick who had a face on that you were familiar with, the one that made you feel like the most beautiful person on Earth, a soft grin curling his lips and his tired eyes back to a bright baby blue.

"What's this?" You open the water and take a swig, focusing on the movement of the muscles in his back as he reaches behind him to the nightstand to grab a granola bar. "You didn't have to," You take the snack from him and set it in front of you.

"Of course I did. I was a little mean during some of that." He chuckles nervously before taking a sip of his own water.

"No you weren't." You lightened the air with your own laugh at his harsh criticism of himself. "You were sweet. And believe me, everything you did was extremely hot." You lean towards him to give him a deep kiss, reminiscent of the time you two just shared.

"Thank you." Mick's eyes move up and down to observe your face. "For being you, that's all. I'm just glad you gave me a chance."

"I'm glad you gave me a chance. You saw me lost and decided to be kind. I need to thank you for adding something to my life that I didn't even know I was missing." You kiss the tip of his nose then give his lips a peck. "Also, I wouldn't mind trying surfing again tomorrow, if you're okay with saving me from the ocean multiple times." You take your attention off of Mick to open your granola bar, but it's quickly returned when Mick places a hand on yours.

"I'll save you whenever you need me too. I promise." His face was serious, because he truly knew that he would drop everything if you told him you needed him.

"And I'll save you whenever you need me to, I promise." Your words came with a subtle loving grin, knowing that you would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure the man in front of you knew he was loved in every way.

You guys didn't know when you drifted off to sleep, but soon it was morning and you guys were on a beach, ready to surf again.

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 1 year

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Could you write a little something about the reader walking in on Niall recording "Steal My Girl" in his underwear? Your choice on how they know each other. I just think it's funny as hell!

What Did I Miss?

Niall Horan x Fem!reader!

Note: Thank You for requesting this, anon! I hope I did your request justice! I tried my very best!

It was a long day, and all I wanted to do was see my boyfriend, so that’s exactly what I decided to do. Since he’s in town with his band, I took advantage of the rare opportunity that I do have with him.

I look down at my phone, looking at the text he sent me just a little while ago.

Irish Blondie💚

Hey, Petal! We’re just doing a bit of recording. I’ll be in room 647! Just knock! Everyone knows you’re coming!

-seen

Okay, sounds good babe! I’ll be there soon!

-delivered

I look back up as I walk through the hallway and I manage to find the room. I knock on the door and step back, waiting for the door to open.

Not even a minute later, the door opens to reveal Louis. His eyes light up when he sees me and he pulls me into a hug.

“Mrs. Neil! Great to see ya, love. How’ve ya been?”

He lets me go and we go inside, Louis closing the door behind us.

“I’ve been good Lou. Just been itching to see Niall.”

He nods in understanding.

“He’s been itching t’ see you too, Y/N. Believe me. Yer all he’s been talkin’ about.”

I blush as I follow him through the room and my mouth gapes, unprepared for what’s in front of me.

“I don’t exist if I don’t have her, the sun doesn’t shine, the world doesn’t turn, alright.”

Before my eyes is my boyfriend. Dancing around. In his underwear. Next to me, Louis bursts out laughing and Niall turns around, his face burning bright red as soon as he sees me.

“Y-Y/N! I-I’m sorry Petal! I’ll um… Just give me a minute to um… Get some clothes on…”

I nod, averting my eyes as I turn around, my face burning just as bright as his. As Niall gets dressed, I chat with Zayn.

“Ya should’ve seen your face, Y/N! You and Nialler! Looked like a couple o’ tomatoes! Lou! Did you get that on video! We gotta show Payno and Harry!”

I cover my face with my hands in an attempt to hide my embarrassment and the two laugh, Zayn pulling me into a hug.

“Stop laughing, you two! It’s not funny! I’ve… Never seen him like that before… He just kind of surprised me… But I told him I was coming! Why was he in his underwear?!”

Both men just shrug when John, one of the producers chimes in.

“That might be my fault. He was in the middle of changing and I sort of had an idea for one of his verses and I distracted him. He’s been like that for about an hour and a half.”

I nod, beginning to understand. It took me a while to get to the hotel since I live about an hour away and my car is in the shop, so my only mode of transportation was the bus.

Zayn pats my back with a smile before he lets me go.

“Don’t look so nervous. He’s Niall, I’m sure this won’t be the last time you see him naked.”

Louis bursts out laughing again and everyone leaves the room as I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and see Niall, now dressed and ready to go.

“Sorry about that Y/N, guess I just got a bit distracted… Promise it won’t happen again.”

He holds his hand out to me and I take it with a smile, although the blush is still visible on my face.

“It’s fine, Niall. But you should know, Louis got it on video. He and Zayn and probably showing it to Harry and Liam as we speak.”

His eyes widen and his cheeks tint again and he pulls me out of the hotel room.

“Tommo! Delete that video, ya fucker!”

Niall lets go of my hand and begins to chase Louis down the hall of the floor, laughs echoing as the video goes around to all. I sigh and shake my head, somehow only falling more in love with him.

WC 700

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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Comfort

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: Mother Nature is a bitch, and well, so are you. Until your boyfriends decide to help out a little…

Pairings: Steddie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,757

Warnings: Language, NSFW, bodily fluids, anxiety, thrupple fighting, blood, period stuff, period sex, vaginal sex, obvious threesome, tooth rotting fluff & comfort, and MORE!

A/N: You know, I can’t ever write a fic with the general idea in mind, and stick to it. I always have to develop additions along the way. Anyways, I’m gonna try and keep this one short, and I hope it makes sense, lol. It started out as comfort and I decided to just go for it, so if period sex/blood in smut is not your thing—AVOID! I also couldn’t decide between the two men, thus I am doing a three way again!

The feedback on She’s Trouble has been immaculate and astounding to me! I thank all of you so much, with all my heart! I’m sorry I couldn’t reply to everyone, it was just a lot! But I saw every comment and tag! 💘🥹

Also, I’m not using tags, because I don’t know who will and will not be comfortable with this kind of content!

I hope y’all enjoy this?! <3 - Kristen

~*~

You tried to be still at the Wheeler’s kitchen table, you really did. Listening to Nancy get lost in a speech about her latest editorial, Robin hyping her up on the sidelines, and the kids throwing popcorn at each other in the living room, with Mike bitching about it getting in the carpet and pissing his mom off. Your heels haven’t touched the floor since you began bouncing your feet about ten minutes ago, fingers fighting twitching urges to staple themselves to your temples. There’s probably a sour look of disgust on your face, but you’re starting to pass that point where do not you care. With the last dousing of humid air over Hawkins, Indiana, you feel as if your entire core temperature is a blazing inferno.

Combine that with the lacking effects your morning shower had to keep you cooled down, and you make for one pissed off person. You roll your eyes at your own dramatic antics, squirming in the seat and causing it to make a shifting squeak. It must be louder than you heard, as Nancy is questioning you. “Hey, you okay, Y/N?”

Dear god in Heaven, why is she drawing attention to me?

You fold your arms across your chest, tucking them neatly, teeth grinding as you force out, “I��m fine, Nance.”

“You don’t look fine. You actually, kinda look like you’re about to puke.” Robin interjects, hand draped across the chair adjacent to yours.

If you could move without that disgusting flood between your legs, then you would probably kill your best-friend for stating the obvious.

“Who’s gonna vomit?” Comes a deep voice that takes his place beside Nancy, who now has her brows knit in concern. Steve.

And wherever he goes, Eddie has followed, as of lately. You’re clenching your lids closed, head bowing, hands resting across your heated cheeks. When you look up, Eddie has that stupid shit eating grin on his face that you can’t decide if you want to punch or kiss. An automatic shared stare is directed your way, making you sink under its observation, nausea growing.

Steve speaks first, noting your disheveled appearance. There’s sweat beading all over your face, tension in your normally relaxed muscles, and you give an air of a trapped animal. He frowns, moving around the table and readying his large hand to place on your forehead. You quickly dart off, waving your hands. “How about no, dude?”

Dude? Since—

“when do you call Harrington a dude, baby?” Eddie cuts Steve’s internal questioning, confusing himself.

“When he starts crowding my personal space, Edward. That’s when.” You snap, Nancy clicking her tongue as the wheels spin in her head and she lands on knowing exactly what is going on with you.

Eddie’s jaw unhinges in a comical pry, hand splaying across his heart. “Okay, now that was just nasty.”

“Um, do I look at all like I care?” Hands on your hips, that crowded anxiety begins tangoing with your hormones, anger seeping from your pores like acid.

You know your mood towards them is irrational, you are too aware. But there’s a devil on your shoulder that goes by Aunt Flo, and she’s getting her kicks by pulling your strings.

“Okay, that’s enough. What is going on with you?” Steve raises his deep voice a few octaves, annoyed and defensive of himself and your shared partner.

Ever-changing moods, guilt swells in your chest, carving out its permanent residence for the next several days. Your vision blurs and you clamber from your seat, apologizing to Robin and Nancy, before walking over to where Eddie and Steve stand side by side, your fingers brushing over their hands, voice barely above a whisper. “M’ sorry. I just wanna go home, please.”

Eddie is perturbed. It was his week to pick out the restaurant for date night, and you’d all planned on driving over there after your excursion at the Wheelers. And now you’re acting like he and Steve are dog shit on your shoes. He’s nauseated.

Nancy is quick to catch you in a hug before you can leave, rubbing up and down your shoulders, her voice by your ear. “They might be guys, but I’m pretty sure they’ll understand if you tell them what’s going on.” She pecks your cheek and gives you another squeeze, sliding back and away, dropping off with an, “I’ll call you later, okay?”

You’ve never been more grateful for her and that mutual understanding.

~*~

The ride back to your house is silent. You’d opted for the backseat of Steve’s BMW, leaving your boyfriends up front with each other, stealing glimpses of your exhausted face in the rear view. When you do arrive at your cul-de-sac, you linger on the door handle, partially expecting them to object to your retreat. Eddie, whom can read you like a fucking textbook he’d studied three times over in school—isn’t having it. You can’t blame him.

“We’re goin’ on the date. You can stay home and mope and bitch at the wall. We’ll bring you somethin’ back later.” He’s got his hands folded across his black t-shirt clad chest, opting to cast his gaze elsewhere as you silently remove yourself from the car, heart being pulverized beneath your breast.

“No, it’s okay. Don’t… just don’t worry about it, yeah?” It comes off jagged and fragmented, versus how you wanted it to sound—reassuring and strong.

You watch them both in the beginning stages of blurred vision. Steve is holding onto the wheel tightly, his expressions fighting for dominance—ones that you can’t decipher in the moment. Anger or defeat, maybe? You nod, at who, you aren’t sure. You wring your fingers together.

“Well, okay. Be safe and have a good time.” As if Aunt Flo didn’t destroy your entire day, she up and leaves you for vacation, obliterating all your previous anger.

Stupid fucking hormonal bitch.

“I love you.” Comes off your lips in a softness that is directed at them both.

Eddie does seek you out then, nostrils flaring, chocolate irises softening. Steve opens and closes his mouth, words caught. You don’t stay behind to embarrass yourself any longer.

~*~

Cramps that are absolutely devouring your insides, you figure that’s a good punishment for your attitude today. Tylenol, nor the heating pad are helping, and your migraine has only worsened since you got off the phone with Nancy and an apologetic Robin, who made enough ‘crimson tide’ jokes to take you into the next century. Smoothing things over with them eased some anxieties, but you can’t stop thinking about how your boys are enjoying the date that Eddie was so excited about. Is it a burger joint that will be followed by chocolate shakes and handcuffs? Or maybe it’s a fancy little pizzeria and some cheap wine, with Eddie’s finest stash and his sinfully gifted mouth?

Whatever it is, it’s your fault that you’re not partaking. Scrubbing a hand across your tear stained eyes, you discard the heating pad and opt for some good ol’ fashioned sulking in your room. However, you don’t make it to the stairs before your front door is being unlocked and opened by the spare key, making you swallow in fear, uncertainty about who is there, until sunsets’ golden hues cast a halo around Steve Harrington’s beautiful face, his form framed in your doorway. His chestnut locks are discombobulated, but those freckles are crystal clear consolations. When he drinks you in, you immediately run into his embrace, his biceps flexing to hold onto the bags in each hand, letting them go, not even seconds later, enfolding you in a cocoon of: aftershave, Eddie’s lingering cigarette smoke, cologne, and freshly washed clothing. Steve.

You bury your face in his baby blue Henley, cheek tickled by wisps of chest hair that peeks out from a few undone buttons. He begins rubbing your back, strong hands kneading that specific tension at your tailbone, a moan dipping off your lips at the muscular relief. You mewl into him, his hands cupping your cheeks as you pull away with closed eyes, head tilted back.

“There we go, honey.” He’s praising, thumbpads scraping your cheekbones, down to your jawline. “What a good-fucking-girl.”

Broken syllables are uttered from you, a diaphragm depth voicing of neglected need, staved off by hormones. Steve knows what words and phrases get your bones dusted to ash, your body a pile of goo. And through a confusing midst, you’re worried about having to turn away his implications. These kinds of sensual conversations always lead to you underneath your boyfriend, cunt stuffed full of his fat cock, tears cooling in your lash line, Eddie encouraging Steve to fuck you just a little past your limit, because that limit is heightened each time. But right at this very moment… you can’t.

You feel the shiver overtake you, and Steve holds you closely again, fingertips striking goosebumps alive along the expanse of your arms.

“Leave me with half the load out here, Harrington. And look at this? Hogging our girl, dude?” Eddie interrupts, a little winded and depositing more grocery bags in your doorway beside Steve’s feet. His repeating your earlier phrase—sans malice or biting sarcasm, it has you grinning, making Eddie help himself to wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Eddie’s spicy and earth scent, cluttered with that cigarette smoke off his fresh pack, it collides into Steve’s, rendering you into that overlapping heap of stupid slut. And your little shits, they know. It’s what has you trying to pull away, remembering your situation. Eddie knocks his knuckles beneath your shirt, caressing and massaging that same spot Steve had pinpointed. You’re whimpering, pleading. “Don’t. I can’t right now, Eds.”

And if you thought Eddie Munson couldn’t surprise you anymore in this lifetime, you’d be damned for eternity. His lips find the shell of your ear, that smirk that causes his teeth to graze your lobe. It works itself off his tongue, hot and offered. “A little blood won’t stop the fun, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen so hard that a protesting sting takes place in the muscles. You want to bury yourself in the floor and never come out, sidestepping their holds and becoming guarded. “How do you even know?”

“Nance,” Steve answers nonchalantly, “we called her when we went back to Eds place after dropping you off.”

“Wait, what about the date?” You’re in a stammering disbelief. “You didn’t let me ruin it, please fucking tell me—“

“Babe, and I mean this in the most respectful of ways,” Eddie says as he steps forward, gripping your shoulders, “can you please stop talking for five minutes and let Harrington’s sweet mouth explain? Besides, no way we were actually gonna go on that date without you.”

Steve smirks. Your brows pinch together and you huff, giving Steve the leeway to continue, meanwhile your heart is swollen with affection at Eddie’s admission. “At first she didn’t want to tell us, saying it wasn’t her place, but then Munson over there wouldn’t quit doing that begging thing he does, and then Robin started in by telling Nance that she can’t imagine his cute puppy eyes in agony, so… yeah.”

“Really?” You snort, shaking your head at your rocker boyfriend.

“Hey! It worked though, didn’t it?” Eddie is grinning, a grin that you most definitely want to kiss. “Found out our girl’s got a case of bein’ on the rag.”

“Must you use that phrase, Eddie?” You wince, your hand resting on your lower abdomen.

Steve remembers the bags and nudges Eddie’s shoulder to help him pick them up and take them into your kitchen. You’re stealing peeks when they’re discarded onto the kitchen counter, like a kid at Christmas time. Steve places his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist and using his palms to dig into that ache in your stomach, soothing it.

This guy is a fucking Adonis…

“Go ahead, baby. The stuff is for you. Well, some of it is for the big kid over there.” Steve chortles, Eddie flipping him the bird as he snatches his gummy worms from a sack.

“I don’t deserve it. I was a bitch to you guys.” You are mortified and saddened, hand pausing on the crinkling plastic.

Steve pecks your shoulder blade, pressing his cheek into the curvature of your neck. “Yeah, you were, but it’s not like you didn’t have a reason. And this stuff—total magic. An aphrodisiac to Mother Nature.”

“Nance totally told you guys what I’d need, huh?” You laugh, Steve joining in.

“We still remembered your favorites though. Lots of chocolate, Pringles, half of the gummy worms from Eddie’s bag.” At this, Eddie looks up, candy pinched between his milky white teeth. It’s endearing, really.

“Don’t forget about all the movies we hoarded from your work!” Eddie adds in. “Chick flicks galore, and lotsa horror. Maybe even a porno or two.” He sucks his sticky fingers into his mouth, letting them drop out with a pop.

Steve hums, nipping at your neck. “Let him talk me into bondage this time. He promises we’ll like it.” A kiss is seared into your skin.

You aren’t aware that you’ve began grinding back against Steve, tongue licking across your parched lips, hands shredding the bags’ handle, pupils blown as you watch Eddie, until Steve is groaning and pumping his hips into your backside, beckoning you closer. “Aw, fuck. That’s it, babygirl, rub that ass all over my cock.”

“Too m-messy.” You try, but make zero effort to stop.

“Messes are made to be cleaned, Y/N. You think we’re incapable of doing that?” Eddie is stalking closer, wedging himself between you and the counter, leaving you smashed between your guys. Eddie dips in a bend, then drags his already growing bulge over your clothed cunt. Steve is swelling against your ass, making you a simpering mess. They pass you back and forth in bumping thrusts, each matching the other, dominating your own, their mouths attaching fresh marks across each side of your neck.

You toss your hands back, pulling on two textured sets of hair. “Gotta stop. Fuck, s’ not… I can’t.”

And then they do stop. It makes all the blood rush to your head, dizzy. Eddie’s fingertip nicks your chin, tilting. “Ask us to stop then, Y/N.”

“And we will. You know we will.” Steve is speaking behind you. They share a look of love and strength.

You’re brimmed with an engulfing desire that is smothering every cell of common sense you possess. “I want. I just want…”

“You want Stevie’s cock in that messy little pussy, or mine?” Eddie kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Can’t decide. Need someone.” Oh yeah, you’re a goner.

“Think you’re lucid enough to follow us upstairs and help put some towels down, lover?” Eddie is amused, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

~*~

“That good?” Strong and thick thighs are pressed into the globes of your ass, hair tickling your flesh.

You bury your face into Steve’s freckle littered neck, muttering, legs trembling. “Mhm.”

“She’s so warm, Eds. Wait until you feel how different her pussy is like this.” His pupils are blown into a glossy black, flecks of cinnamon being all that remain of his hazel irises.

You can’t help but to tighten around Steve, legs locking around his waist, tugging him in closer as Eddie drapes himself across your chest and sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth, cushioning his bites with those plush lips. Steve lets out this feral whimper, stifling it in your neck as he falls forward, driving himself into your overly wet pussy, the blood and arousal making it a slippery, but too easy of a glide. You’ve soaked the towel below, a fascination Eddie can’t take his eyes off of, stroking his cock in time with Steve’s rhythmic movements. That spot is hit inside of you and it’s more intense than you ever remember, making your vision black out, thigh trembling beyond your control. Eddie, patient and awaiting his turn with you, brings your mouth to his for a kiss, his tongue caressing your own in a sloppily slick push.

Saliva strings on the break-away, Eddie’s fondness of you growing. “S’ all tender and soaked inside? Gonna make me feel as good as it’s makin’ Stevie feel?”

You’re trying to nod, but it’s weak. “It’s amazing. You’re both, so fucking good. You’re everything.” You babble on.

Steve lifts his face from the cove of your jugular, licking at your sex-drenched skin. “That’s comfort, baby.”

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zeltqz · 2 years

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hi niya! just wanted to make a request if it's okay :3 can i ask for a scenario where rindou accidentally gotten her pregnant in a one night stand where they were both drunk + she was one of rans friends so when she went to cry to ran about an asshole who got her knocked up, she saw the asshole 😕 and ran basically forced rindou to support and live together, months later they're still awkward living in a house together so ran again suggested them to do a pregnancy yoga like this scene (and no they don't really know each other since rindou isn't someone who meddle) hope you enjoy writing this niya ^3^

rindou haitani x fem!reader ft ran haitani, yuzuha shiba

tags. drinking, bonten timeline, pregnancy, oral sex f->m, bondage, rindou and reader are horny idiots, tension, rude sober rindou, strangers -> enemies -> lovers (sorta-ish), not really romance but i dunno what to call it.

word count: 6.1k

This dude had been staring at you for the last hour. You could feel the man's intense gaze as you walked around the club. You head over to the bar? He stares. You walk back over to your friends? He stares.

The moment you feel his gaze off of you, you look at him just to see what you're working with here. A potential fuck if he's good looking enough. You examine his huge hands, his ring covered fingers as they trace up and down the cup he's drinking out of, his unbuttoned shirt revealing just a little bit of his chest.

You then realise you want him. But not like this -- sober you wouldn't even stand a chance. Turning back to your friends, you lean over the table to grab the wine bottle. Yuzuha stares at you weirdly, watching as you down the wine from the bottle instead of pouring out a reasonable amount like a human being.

"Um, Y/N. What are you doing?" Yuzuha asks out of pure concern, hand reaching out to grab the bottle from you before you pass out.

"I saw a hot guy, and I need to--" you stop talking for a moment, continuing to down more of the alcohol, "--be drunk." You finish that glass then quickly reach out for the second one when Yuzuha grabs your hand quickly. You cuss her quick reflexes.

"I'm not going to carry you home because you were too drunk to even walk." Yuzuha grabs an empty glass and starts to pour a reasonable amount of wine inside, "How about you just drink this? And take it slow."

"But--"

"No." She cuts you off, stern. "Drink that. Then go make your move."

You look at the glass in her hands, eyes moving up to her face urging you to take the drink. "Fine." You accept it stubbornly.

"You hate me now, but you'll be thanking me tomorrow. If you go over to him like that, you would've puked on him."

"I would not!" You're about to protest when she shoves the glass towards your lips.

"Too much talking, drink it and go."

You roll your eyes, drinking the wine quickly, almost too quickly that some spills out from the glass and down your lips, dripping onto the exposed skin on your chest. "Urgh." You groan, using the sleeves from your dress to wipe the liquid.

That's when you feel his gaze on you again. It's like you have a sixth sense for this stuff. You look over in his direction, his eyes examining you thoroughly, but more importantly, his eyes examining your chest. Perv. You think. But I'm about to fuck this perv. You stand up, almost tripping over your heels, the alcohol starting to kick in.

When Rindou sees you stand up, he turns his attention back to his friends to act like he didn't even notice you. It's not until you tap on his shoulder, then he looks back at you.

"Ye--"

"I want you." You say confidently. Sober you wouldn't even have thought about your first words with this very fine man to be that. Rindou smiles to himself, excusing himself from the table. The pink haired guy at the table gave him a thumb up and a few cheers. You hear what he's saying, but it goes in one ear and out the next.

Concentration is lost when he places his hand on your lower back, thumb circling the fabric of your dress as he leans into your ear, "Your place or mine?"

"Mine." You say and Rindou gives you a nod, hand in yours as he manoeuvres you around the club towards the exit. Rindou was a little tipsy, not totally sober, but enough for him to drive you to your house safely.

Before fully exiting the club, your eyes meet Yuzuha who brings both hands up to wave at you, mouthing the words 'have fun'. You smile and nod back before you're out of the club, following Rindou as he guides you towards his car.

Rindou hands some money to a guy and you're confused but don't ask anything of it. The guy accepts the money then runs off somewhere. Rindou turns to face you, his hand slipping from yours as he places both hands along your waist, rubbing up and down. "You sure you want this?"

You don't even hesitate to nod as if you just been asked for a million dollars. Rindou chuckles, finger tipping your chin upwards and pressing a kiss to your lips. You grab the lapel of his blazer, pushing him impossibly closer to you.

His hands roam downwards, cupping your ass through your dress, squeezing the flesh in his grasp. You moan into the kiss, hating the fact you were standing up because you wanted to rub your thighs together.

The sudden lights from a car pulling up makes Rindou break the kiss, looking backwards seeing his driver arrive with his car. "C'mon." Rindou holds your hand, opening the car door for you to get in.

Oh, so he's rich? You hit the jackpot, Yuzuha would be so proud when you tell her in the morning.

"Thank you." You say, smiling as you get inside the car. Rindou follows behind you, shutting the door then taps on the glass separating the driver and the two of you.

"Tell him where you live." Rindou commands and you nod, telling the driver your address. Should you be telling random rich men where you live? Probably not. Are you too drunk to even think about the consequences of your actions? Yup.

The moment the car takes off, Rindou lifts you up and off your seat and onto his lap. You cup his face with your fingers, dilated eyes scanning over his beautiful face. "You're so gorgeous." You comment, biting your lip when you feel his hands reach underneath your dress, lifting the flimsy fabric upwards exposing your ass to the air of the car.

You don't even give Rindou a chance to respond, pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongue swipes over his bottom lip making him groan. Rindou rolls your dress up to your stomach, leaving your bottom half completely exposed. Hands now gripping tightly on the skin of your hips, bringing you down to his erection.

You tangle your tongue with his own, moaning when you feel his fingers tug at your panties. "Wait," you reach down, stopping him. "Not here." You shake your head, finally coming back to reality that you were about to fuck a random man in his car with a guest (the driver) watching and listening to everything.

Well you hope the driver wasn't watching, otherwise he will be jobless.

"You scared?" Rindou teases, his lips curling into one of a smirk, trying to coax you to fuck him in his car. You shake your head, protest dissolving in your throat when he sucks on the base of your throat, making his way messily upwards to your jawline.

"No.. not scared." You say sheepily, swallowing when Rindou's chuckle makes your neck vibrate. He removes his lips from your neck, his hands travelling to your neck, pulling you downwards for a kiss. He controls your movements by the grip on your neck, tilting your head in the direction he pleases.

The car comes to a sudden halt, making you almost fly backwards because of a lack of a seatbelt. "What the fuck is your problem?" Rindou raises his voice at the driver, his big hands cradling your body to his for safety. "Do that shit again, you'll get a bullet in your skull."

"S-sorry Mr.Haitani." The driver's voice is trembling, "We have arrived."

If you were sober enough, you would have realised the use of his surname Haitani, which so coincidentally matches the same surname of one of your close friends Ran. But the only thing filling your mind was lust at the moment. Not even caring that you almost died due to lack of seatbelt. Only thing you care about is being stuffed full to the brim with this man's length down your throat.

Rindou pulls your dress back down to position and lifts you off his lap, opening the door for you to get out. Rindou leans forward to his driver, "Give me like 10 minutes."

Rindou fully intends on fucking you then leaving as soon as possible. The driver nods and watches Rindou exit the car and slam the door shut. Rindou approaches you, seeing you shivering slightly. "You cold?"

"Pfft-- nah." You say convincing absolutely nobody. Instead of Rindou giving you his jacket, he just shrugs and lets you lead the way inside. The second Rindou is inside, he's already over you, not even giving you a chance to lock the door. Lifting you up and off the ground, fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you kissed him back with hunger.

"Where's your room?" Rindou asks, breathlessly, lips already back on yours once the question leaves his mouth. You point down the hallway, and Rindou starts carrying you there. You break the kiss to suck marks on his neck, licking and biting his skin like a dog to its toy.

Rindou groans when you bite down, never having anybody do that to him. It was a shock at first, and it hurt. He just decided he would fuck you so hard as payback. The door was half open so Rindou didn't have to put you down to open the door.

He sets you down on the bed, arms moving to remove your dress quickly. You giggle as you kick off your panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor. "Hurry uppp." You whine, rubbing your legs together impatiently.

Rindou ignores your words and starts to unbuckle his belt. Your eyes widen when you see exactly how big he is. Licking your lips, you lean forward, reaching inside his boxers to pull out a hard cock. "Wow." You admit, blinking at the huge length.

"Suck it."

You obey him, giving his tip kitten licks to see if the taste was alright. In the past, you usually went straight to the point but the taste was horrible and you had to endure it. Ever since then, you always told yourself to try it out before sucking it.

Rindou's precum was saltyish. Not unbearable though, you were still going to demolish this man's cock. Wrapping your lips around Rindou's tip, you moan as you start to take it down your throat, tongue swirling around his length.

"Yeah, suck it just like that." Rindou's voice was low, and it was hot, hot enough to make you get even wetter. "Take it," Rindou grabs your hair, thrusting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat unannounced. You tap his thigh trying to get him to let up, but he keeps you there, nose touching his stomach for a few more seconds before pulling you off.

"At least give me a warning!" You tut and complain, hands wrapping around his length again to go for round 2 when Rindou tugs your legs towards him, making you flop down on your back.

"Doesn't matter now, I wanna fuck you." Rindou leans over to the area where he placed his pants, pulling the belt off swiftly.

"What are you--"

"You trust me?" Rindou cuts you off, playing with the belt in his hand.

You look at him sceptically, "We just met." Realisation hits you, that you don't even know this man's name.

"I'll take that as a yes." Rindou ignores your statement, leaning forward and tying your hands together with the belt, then connects the belt to the bed frame. You look back, seeing where your hands are connected and before you could even protest, Rindou aligns his cock with your entrance and thrusts inside. Hard enough for you to screech instead of moan. Your thighs were shaking as they tried to adjust to Rindou's thick length.

"F-fuck." Rindou bit his lip, stilling inside you. He's afraid that if he moves right now, he might cum. "Why are you so tight?"

You don't know how to respond to that, so you don't. Instead, trying to tug your way out from his belt but he tied too tight it was borderline impossible. Rindou spread your legs wider, fingernails digging into your thighs as he slowly set a pace.

You're not moaning yet, instead just panting heavily. "Hurry up. Do something.." You say, still trying to fidget your way out from the belt.

"Don't fuckin' rush me." Rindou says, voice low. He lifts your hips up, fingers now gripping your hips tight as he pulls out only leaving the tip in-- before thrusting in roughly enough to jolt your body forward.

"W-wait slow down-- fuck! Ah- pleas.. wai--" Your pleads were nothing as Rindou practically jackhammered inside you, bending your knees and sandwiching you towards your chest.

"Nah, you wanted me to hurry right?" Rindou says, breathlessly as he continues his thrusts. You throw your head back at one particular thrust, moaning fuck fuck fuck at the burn in your thighs from being folded in such a way.

Rindou places his hands on the base of your thighs, spreading you out more, licking his lips at the view of you splayed out so lewdly for him. His eyes travel from your teary eyed face, to your tightly bonded hands against the bed, to your chest, your breasts bouncing with every thrust he gives you. "Take it, whore." Rindou still doesn't know your name, and quite frankly he doesn't care for your name. All he cares about is pumping his load so he can go home.

"W-what's yo-you're nam-- fuck-- name?" You try to ask in between thrusts and Rindou just shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it."

You can't even protest because his hands travel from your thighs to your waist, flipping you over so you are on your stomach. Your hands are still tied to the bed, now uncomfortable because of the way your arms were crossed at the new position.

Rindou pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air and shoved himself back inside, pace. Rindou starts pumping his dick into you, each thrust is harder than the last. Rindou grabs a chunk of your ass, squeezing it in his grip before grinding his hips into yours, making you feel every inch of his length inside you.

"How's that feel?" Rindou asks, fingers sliding up your body, grabbing your hair and pulling your face from the bed up so he could hear you clearly.

"G-good, s'fuckin' good-- I'm gonna cu--" You barely even got the sentence out, eyes rolling back the moment he pinches your clit with his other hand so suddenly.

"S-shit-- fuck-" Rindou's hips stutter when you clench around him and you moan at the feeling of his warm cum squirting inside of you. Rindou bucks his hips a few more times into you before pulling out. You instantly collapse to the bed, body feeling too numb to even try and hold yourself up.

Rindou leans forward and unties his belt from your bed. Your hands fall to the sheets instantly. Rindou doesn't even spare you another glance, quickly putting his clothes on and leaving without even saying another word.

***

You wake up the next morning, rubbing your eyes, still half asleep. You reach over, grabbing your phone from your usual spot which is the night stand, only to realise it's not there.

Any form of fatigue leaves your body, sitting up and whipping your head around your room to try to find your phone. "What the--" You slide off your bed, about to search your house for your purse but your legs wobble and you quickly hold onto the wall for support.

At first, you're confused until you realise what happened. You got fucked, hard yesterday and your thighs were still sore. And to think, you don't even know the dude's name.

You find your phone in the living room, purse on the floor for some odd reason. Maybe Yuzuha was right, you shouldn't have gotten that drunk yesterday for some dick. Picking up your phone, you see missed messages from YUZU 🧡❤💕 basically asking how it was, her being nosy as usual.

Everything seems fine until about a month later, you start panicking. You had missed your period the entire month. Yuzuha ensures you it's nothing wrong, just a late period. You want to take what she says seriously, but you realise your breasts were swollen as well. It's been happening for the last few days, it was so hard to fit into certain clothes because your breasts just won't cooperate.

"What if I'm pregnant?" You ask, frozen in fear as you put two and two together.

"You haven't even had sex the last few weeks, you're not pregnant." Yuzuha reassures you but deep down you know. You shake your head at her words, everything is starting to make sense now, but before you jump to conclusions, it's better to just wait and see if any more symptoms arise.

Yuzuha agrees with you.

Then just the next morning, you start puking. Like, everywhere. It's so fucking bad, you couldn't even leave your bed and you had a bucket on permanent standby. Yuzuha enters your apartment with her spare key only to be met with the sounds of retching and puking from your bedroom.

Yuzuha quickly rushes to your room, seeing you hunched over a bucket. Eyes wide as she realises what's going on here. The moment you're done puking, you look up at her, eyes meeting each other. Not a single word was said, yet you both knew exactly what you were both saying.

"I'll go get the test." Yuzuha rushes out of your apartment, to the pharmacy down the street, buying 4 tests, just to ensure reliability. The moment she comes back, she helps you to the bathroom, waiting outside for the results.

Around 5 minutes you exhale loudly, body too exhausted from all the puking to even scream. "I knew it." You say, opening the door showing all 4 tests to Yuzuha.

"Oh- my- god. Do you know who the father is?"

That was probably the worst part of this all. You had no clue about him, all you knew was he was tall, had purple/blue hair, was very rude and had money.

The fact he had money as well made you know you weren't just going to run into him anywhere. This was such a difficult task, probably raising the baby would be easier than finding this mystery man.

The next few months, you kept this secret to yourself. Only Yuzuha knew but you made her swear she wasn't going to say a word to anybody. Not a single soul. She agrees and says she will help you through it all.

You decided to tell the people closest to you first, now that your bump was slightly visible. It was much easier to tell people than for them to ask. It's such an embarrassing story to be honest. You went to Ran's house first, and to say he was pretty fucking shocked when he saw you.

You and Ran were friends, but because of his work, you barely saw each other. It had been a good couple months since he saw you in person, so now he sees you with a freakin' baby bump-- he's allowed to be startled.

"So........ what happened here?" Ran steps out of the way, letting you inside.

"A mistake happened." You instantly flop onto his couch, Ran's face scrunching up when he sees you sitting on a bunch of important papers that needed signing. He would call you out, but decides against it. He's scared of pregnant women. Their hormones are just random, one day they're happy, the next they're sad then they're cussing you out for breathing.

"Who's the dad?" Ran asks, hoping he isn't crossing any boundaries. Well, hope is all lost when you start tearing up out of nowhere.

God-damn hormones.

"I-I don't knowwwwwwwww." The tears are flowing so fast it's soaking your grey shirt. "It was," sniff, "a one night stand, and I can't f-f-f-find him."

Ran blinks, unsure how he's meant to go about this. If he says the wrong thing, you'd cry even more. If he says the right thing... you'd cry even more.

"It's okay." Ran sits on the armrest of the couch, bringing his arm around your side, pulling you in for a small hug. "The day I find that fucker, I'll make him support you."

"Really?" You wipe your tears with your sleeves and Ran nods.

"Yeah. Nobody hurts my friend and gets away with it."

"Thank you." You stick your head into his chest, wrapping your arms around his side, "thank you s'much Ran."

Ran nods and rubs his arm up and down your arm for comfort.

"Oi, Ran who's at the door?" A voice speaks out from down the hall.

"Oh my god, you had company?" You sit up, now facing Ran, "I'm so sorry, I wouldn't have came if I knew--"

"Nah, not company. That's just Rindou." Ran shakes off your concern and you nod.

"Rin! Come meet my friend, Y/N." Ran calls out, waiting for Rindou to step into the living room. A few moments later, familiar purple/blue hair steps out of the hallway, now standing in the living room.

Oh shit.

You gasp loudly, making Ran jolt from the sudden noise, "YOU!" You stand up so quickly, Ran is concerned for the baby inside of you. The second you reach Rindou, your hand moves before your brain can process your actions, slapping him hard across the face. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!"

Rindou presses his hand to his face, rubbing his cheek while looking down at the small bump in your stomach. "I did that?"

"Yeah!" You mock, "yeah you fuckin' did. Then you just disappear from the planet. Now show up at my friend's house."

"Um, your friend, is my fucking brother."

Ran's jaw drops. "No way. You're the father?"

"Apparently so."

"Apparently?" Your jaw clenches, " you think I'm lying? Is the fucking BUMP IN MY STOMACH NOT ENOUGH PROOF FOR YOU?!"

"Stop fuckin' yelling, shit. I gotta process this." Rindou runs his hands through his hair, in total shock at the situation. He's a fucking father.

You wait a moment, trying to calm down, taking deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exh-

"How do you know I'm the father? What if you're just trying to baby trap me?"

--ale. "Excuse me?" You step closer, pressing your finger into his chest, "you think I'd try to baby trap you?"

"Women do it all the time! They just want my money--"

"I just FOUND OUT YOUR FUCKING NAME TWO MINUTES AGO!"

Ran quickly steps forward, holding you back before you land another slap to Rindou's face. Even though he fucking deserves it, Ran doesn't like seeing you angry and he doesn't like seeing his baby brother with slap marks on his face.

"Look, Rindou. Y/N has no reason to lie. If she says you're the father, I believe her. You gotta own up to your actions."

"Um, no. I'm good." Rindou steps past the two of you to the kitchen, opening the fridge to grab a water bottle. "If it is mine, then just abort the thing, I dunno."

"Are you stupid? It's too late for that." You point down to your stomach, the bump isn't huge, but it's big enough for strangers to know you're a pregnant woman. "All that money, no fuckin' brains,"

"Watch your goddamn mouth." Rindou hisses, "that is not my fucking child."

"Yes it FUCKING IS! WHY WOULD I LIE!?"

"Y/N, stop yelling. This can't be good for the baby." Ran says, holding you back from charging to the scum bag he calls a brother. You relax, closing your eyes to calm down. That's what your doctor told you to do whenever you were feeling angry.

Rindou presses his hands to his temples. The worst part is, he knows you're telling the truth, but he just thinks denying it will make the problem go away. "Came out of my room for some water, now I found out I'm a father. This is some fucking bullshit." Rindou puts the water back in the fridge and grabs a wine bottle instead. He needs this right now.

"Yeah, drink all your problems away, like a fucking bitch." You comment, glaring hard at him as he pours the wine into a clean glass.

"Maybe if you kept your legs closed, I wouldn't have to drink my problems away."

"Maybe if someone cut your dick off you wouldn't have to resort to alcoholism to fix your problems."

Ran watches as you eye the knife that's splayed on the kitchen counter. Don't do it.. Ran thinks, arm already reaching out to grab you before you can even attempt to touch the knife. "I'm not about to watch you neuter my brother okay? Both of you grow the fuck up and start acting like parents."

You roll your eyes, forcefully removing Ran's grip from your arm. "Fine. But I expect child support."

"Yeah, course you do." Rindou mutters under his breath. You grit your teeth, eyes narrowing at the man. You're about to retort, then take Ran's words to heart. Both of you grow the fuck up and start acting like parents.

You turn to face Ran, "I'm going home. Being here is making my blood pressure rise." You step past Ran, grabbing your bag from the couch. Before you leave, you turn to face Rindou, "I expect my fucking money."

Before Rindou could say no, Ran is already speaking for him. "I'll make sure he pays."

You silently thank Ran, then leaving the house, slamming the door shut to prove a point. Ran exhales and turns to face his brother, "Well?"

"This is so stupid." Rindou mutters under his breath, "how do you expect me to be a dad? I can't stand her!"

"Well, you shouldn't have fucked her." Ran shrugs, grateful he isn't put in this situation.

"We were drunk."

Ran eyes the glass of wine in Rindou's hands, "Well, maybe stop drinking and you won't get in another predicament." Ran says while exiting the living room, heading straight to his bedroom. Rindou rolls his eyes then looks down at the wine, gritting his teeth before pouring the remainder down the sink.

Couple months go by, the bump is much bigger now. Ran had you and Rindou start living together so you could both get along. Even though the both of you disagreed at first, Ran says for the baby's sake, at least have two parents that look like they don't want to rip each other's necks off.

Nothing's changed by the way. You still both hate each other and Rindou still doesn't want to believe that's his child. Everytime Ran comes over, you and Rindou make sure to leave the arguments at bay, putting on an act to show that you're both getting along. The second Ran leaves, it's back to hell.

One day, Ran decides to come back to the house around 5 minutes after he left because he left his phone on the couch. Opening the door, he hears arguing coming from the living room.

"Stop leaving your dirty plates in the fucking sink! God! You're so insufferable!" You say, scrubbing the stain soaked dish with so much vigour.

"Just shut up and clean, that's your job, aint it?"

"My job is to give birth to MY kid. Not to be a fucking maid."

"Your kid? So now the child is yours?"

"YESTERDAY YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T EVEN WANT THE KID!"

"YEAH CAUSE I DONT!"

"UGHHHHH!" You groan loudly, dropping the plate in the sink it almost shatters. "YOU ARE SO ANN--" You're interrupted by the wiggle of the front door. Oh shit, Ran's back.

"You're the best Rin." You fake your voice, hoping to God Ran didn't hear the heated back and forth argument between you two.

"You both are so annoying. I knew you were lying to me." Ran admits, "that's why I scheduled both for pregnancy yoga."

"Yoga?" You and Rindou speak at the same time.

"Bro, I'm not doing that lame shit." Rindou says, "especially not with her."

"Yeah-- wait what?" You glare at Rindou, "fuck you. I don't even need your help doing yoga. You're probably not even flexible."

Rindou rolls his eyes, not wanting to instigate another argument with you.

"Y/N, the yoga will help you a lot Y/N. You should go, I'll take you tomorrow."

You had been feeling lots of discomfort lately, and you'd do anything to help the pain tense up and relax a little bit. "Alright, I'll go."

Ran smiles, then turns to face Rindou. "You coming?"

Rindou shakes his head and tells you both to have fun.

The next day, Ran drops you off at pregnancy yoga, telling you he will wait for you outside in the car. You head on inside, greeting the woman who you assume is instructing the whole lesson. "Hi sweetie! The lesson is just inside there--- wait, where's the husband?"

"Husband?" You blink, "I'm not married."

"Oh, I'm sorry to assume. But where's the boyfriend?"

"......I'm not in a relationship either."

The woman's face deflates by assuming again. "I'm so so sorry dear, where's the father of the child."

"He's-- ah--." Being a lazy fucking bum at home. "In the car! Outside, I'll go get him."

The woman nods and watches as you quickly head outside, tapping on the window of Ran's car to get his attention. He lifts his gaze from his phone, rolling the window down. "What's wrong?"

"I need you to come inside and act like the father of my child."

..."What?"

"I can't do it without a man present! Please, just come." You pout, hoping that Ran will crack. Ran exhales before stepping out of the car.

"You're so lucky you're pregnant." Ran says, making you giggle. Now you know you can get away with anything with Ran while you're pregnant. He has a soft spot for babies.

You approach the woman, now introducing Ran as the father of your child. The woman smiles then lets you both inside.

***

"Did you see that one man, Ran?" You enter the house laughing and giggling making Rindou's ears perk up from his room. "He was struggling so damn hard, I almost felt bad for him."

"That's what he gets for wearing those tight ass pants. Looks like his legs were going to snap in half." Ran says, reaching to the top shelf to grab a glass.

"I hope I see him tomorrow." You admit, already thinking about your next session.

Rindou steps out of his room, suddenly interested in what you're both talking about. "What is going on?"

"Oh, Ran went to pregnancy yoga with me." You say, leaning against the counter as you sip the water Ran poured for you. "This needs some sugar." You mutter silently, heading to one of the cupboards to pour some sugar in your water.

"What the fuc--" Ran thinks out loud but Rindou reassures him, telling him those are just your weird pregnancy cravings. Rindou watches as you struggle to open the cabinet because it's so high up, ready to laugh at you struggle when Ran steps behind you, grabbing the sugar for you.

The smile you give Ran is so beautiful-- wait what? No. It's not. It's average. Rindou convinces himself, blinking to make sure he was looking at the right woman.

Rindou doesn't know why. But Ran being here is making him so angry.

"You actually drink that stuff?" Ran asks, brow raised as he watches you stir the sugar in the water. You nod, tapping the spoon against the glass before downing the drink. Ran's face scrunches up as he watches you drink that shit. "What the fuck--"

"Want to try some?" You ask, offering the glass to him. Ran accepts it with a sceptical look, as if someone just dropped poison into it. "Stop looking at it like that! It tastes nice!"

"This is coming from the same woman that eats pickles and cheese." Ran admits and you lightly hit his shoulder, "That was one time! It was just a teaser."

Rindou watches as Ran is about to drink from the same glass you drank out of. Is that normal? To drink from the same glass? Rindou doesn't do that with you. Should he?

Ran just takes a small sip, lips smacking together to see if it really tastes good. You watch with open eyes, waiting for his reaction. Only for his face to scrunch up again. "That shit is nasty."

"No! It's not! It's nice." You grab the glass back and continue sipping.

"You're so fuckin' weird Y/N."

"No you."

Rindou hates this. He hates seeing it. Whatever the fuck he's witnessing with you and Ran. He hates it.

"You're both weird." Rindou steps forward, grabbing the drink from your hands and takes a sip. He can see from the corner of your eyes how surprised you are, was he not supposed to do that?

"How is it?" You ask, watching his face twist into one of many unreadable emotions.

"It's alright." Rindou puts the glass back down and heads back to his room. "Oh, and tomorrow, I'll go with you."

"Really?" You ask, tilting your head to the side. Rindou hates the way he found that adorable, "I thought you didn't want to go."

"Changed my mind."

***

"Oh, I thought the other man was the father to your child--" The same woman from before sent you a questioning look. You swallow, realising how bad this looks.

"No, he is. I lied yesterday." You say, looking down a bit embarrassed at the situation. Rindou eyes the woman, not liking the way she's looking at you with judgemental eyes.

"I see... well, let's hope tomorrow you come with the same man twice in a row."

"Watch your fucking mouth." Rindou spits in a low tone which makes the woman close her mouth.

"The door is that way." The woman points inside, suddenly intimated from the interaction. You swallow as Rindou leads you inside and towards the yoga room.

"You didn't have to do that Rindou." You say, gaze still looking downwards from embarrassment.

"I wanted to."

Rindou says nothing else as you both enter the room. The woman guides you both to one of the yoga mats. You sit down and Rindou stands behind you, unsure of what to do now.

"Oh, you're supposed to sit behind her, and give her support." The instructor approaches the two of you, helping you both get into position.

"Uh.." Rindou hesitates before sitting behind you, giving you enough room to lean back towards his chest for support.

"That's it!" The instructor stands up, directing her attention to all the couples in the room, "Now place your hand on your woman's stomach and on the count of three, I want all the ladies to exhale deeply for me, alright?"

You nod, closing your eyes as you feel Rindou place his hand on your stomach. For some reason, this feels so weird. I mean, you did the same with Ran yesterday and if anything, you found it funny.

But with Rindou, this just... feels weird. Not in a bad way, just strange.

Rindou notices you tense up and leans forward, whispering in your ear, "You okay?"

You flinch, eyes opening wide from hearing his voice in your ear so suddenly, "Don't scare me like that!"

Rindou backs away, "Sorry."

"I'm fine, just..." not used to being this close to you... " just focusing really hard. Yup."

Rindou brings his hand to your underarms, lifting you up slightly and readjusting your positioning so you are more comfortable. This new position meant your back was literally touching his chest and Rindou could touch your stomach at a better angle. You were basically frozen as Rindou moved into this new position, his hands rubbing your stomach softly, making you soften against his chest over time.

"Does that feel okay?" Rindou asks, voice soft unlike his usual tone with you.

"Yeah." You sigh, totally relaxed against his chest. It felt nothing like this with Ran, that's the odd part of it all.

if you couldnt tell i had WAY too much fun writing this

#—tr </3 #rindou x reader #rindou haitani smut #rindou smut #rindou haitani x reader #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #tokrev #tokrev smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #zeltqz

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three-drink-amy · 8 months

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Thank you @alrightbuckaroo and @paperstorm for the tags! Here’s more of my teacher AU. It’s a long snippet because I really loved this part.

“But we need to hurry up and get him back in the tank before Carlos —”

He’s cut off by the door opening and Carlos walking through it. “Hey!” Glancing over at Jonah, TK grins at the almost panicked look on his face. He turns to look back at TK, clearly unsure if they should tell Carlos that Lou is free.

“Uh, hey, baby.”

“Hi, Carlos,” Jonah says carefully.

Carlos looks confused. “Everything okay?”

Jonah stares at TK again, willing him to give an answer. TK slowly shakes his head. Nervously, Jonah turns to Carlos and nods. “Yep. Everything’s fine.”

“Okay,” Carlos says suspiciously. He shrugs, walking toward the kitchen to grab a water. “Jonah, that’s a cool balloon you’ve got over there.”

All eyes turn to look at the T-Rex balloon that Jonah did pick out at the store earlier. But it’s not exactly his. “I love dinosaurs!” Jonah blurts. He looks at TK with wide, panicked eyes.

“I… I know you do.” Carlos stands in front of the couch, his eyes darting back and forth between them like he’s watching tennis, waiting for one of them to break and tell him what the hell is going on. Neither of them do. “Seriously, what is going on?”

“You’re early,” Jonah says.

Carlos frowns. “What, you don’t want me here?”

“No, nothing like that, baby,” TK assures him. “We just usually get our weirdness out before you get here.”

“Sure you do,” Carlos says, laughing. He glances over, zeroing in on the movement across the room. “Why is the balloon moving?”

Jonah looks, somehow, even more panicked. “Um,” TK tries, “it’s by a vent.”

Then, quicker than he can explain, the balloon takes off across the room, directly toward Carlos. TK can see the moment he realizes what the balloon is tied to. The loud, high pitched yelp that follows is almost comical, though it pales in comparison to the way Carlos jumps fully onto the couch.

“Holy shit,” TK breathes, doubled over as he laughs. “Jonah wasn’t kidding. You are terrified of lizards.”

“Why is he out?” Carlos cries. “And why is he wearing a balloon?”

TK tries to stop laughing; it’s only earning him a glare from Carlos. Though Jonah’s giggles from the couch probably aren’t helping either. “He’s wearing a balloon so that we know where he goes while I clean the tank. We usually do this while you’re not here so that you don’t have to be exposed to your fears.”

“Mr. Reyes — I mean, Carlos — says it’s good to face your fears. He says it makes you stronger.”

Carlos closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t mean things like this.”

“Oh, so what did you mean?” TK asks, grinning.

Carlos looks ready to murder him. It only makes TK laugh harder. “Can you just come get him, TK?”

“It’s nice to say please,” Jonah chimes in.

Fighting an eye roll, Carlos adds, “Please.”

No pressure tagging: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @bonheur-cafe @rosedavid @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @walkinginland @everwitch-magiks

#wip wednesday

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filet-o-feelings · 1 year

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I posted 2,397 times in 2022

That's 2,343 more posts than 2021!

406 posts created (17%)

1,991 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@stereopticons

@treluna4

@ramonaflow

@rmd-writes

@rosedavid

I tagged 1,014 of my posts in 2022

#thanks for asking! - 93 posts

#schittscreekdrabbleblog - 21 posts

#sc finish it fest - 12 posts

#schitt's creek fanfic - 11 posts

#wip wednesday - 11 posts

#snippet sunday - 11 posts

#yep - 9 posts

#love this! - 8 posts

#david x patrick - 8 posts

#thanks for the rec! - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i basically never got my enhanced license/passport once it became required to cross the border just so i wouldn’t have to drive in montreal

My Top Posts in 2022:

So originally my nano goal was to write 50k of one specific work (Library Boy) but almost immediately after the word count of that surpassed the longest thing I wrote at about 29k I just lost motivation in favor of working on other projects... but I've been tracking all of my writing, and if I write about 4600 words tonight I can still hit 50k words for the month. Not my original goal, but still something to be proud of. So, I'm working on a mainly stream of consciousness fic with nothing but a sentence and a sad personal memory twisted for creative purposes and hopefully lots of fluff.

So here goes... 269/4579

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WIP Wednesday

David: hey are you guys okay over there? I’m going to have to stay with Patrick for the foreseeable future Alexis: oooh David! Mom is worried about her wigs if it gets too cold, but we’re fine. Have fun with your button! David: ugh it’s not like that, I literally have no choice, the ice has trapped me in here Alexis: sure David *wink* how many beds are in his room? David looks over at the bed, not having considered that just yet. Fuck. David: um just one… can you open your door? Maybe you can break the ice from the outside? Alexis: I just tried, I think we’re stuck too. David. I’m stuck in here alone with mom and dad. What am I supposed to do now? David: you’ll be fine. My battery is dying, I’m turning my phone off. I’ll text you from Patrick’s phone later, okay? Alexis: ughh fine. Have fun snuggling with Patrick in his bed! David powers his phone off and looks back up to find Patrick watching him. “I’m hungry. Please tell me you got enough food for both of us?” Patrick throws David a protein bar. “I have enough protein bars to last us weeks, but not much else. We won’t starve, but we’ll probably be craving the cafe’s food by the time we get out of here.” David laughs bitterly, “I can’t imagine that happening, but I really hope you have more than just protein bars.”

Tagging @rosebrewerj @hippolotamus @stereopticons @alysiswriting and anyone else with words to share!

34 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

Bargain + bonus word blanket

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week

“David Rose, do you understand what it truly means to make a bargain with the devil?”

“Um, are you the devil?”

“Of course I’m the devil. What did you expect the devil to look like?”

“Well, for one, I didn’t expect the devil to roll up in mid range denim and a blue button down looking like a boring business major.”

“Ouch, David. Stereotypes hurt. Now, is this blanket really worth giving up your soul to me for eternity?”

“It’s really fucking soft.”

“Alright, there you go. Eternally comfortable blanket, to keep you extra toasty in the fires of hell.”

36 notes - Posted October 10, 2022

For @schittscreekdrabbleblog word of the week: Inspiration

“I’m really lacking inspiration lately. Can’t you guys get up to some shenanigans or something?” The author says from everywhere and nowhere. “What, I thought you all love this domestic fluff?” Patrick says from the couch as David leaned further into his husband’s arms. “This is true, and you’re being absolutely adorable right now, but there’s only so many ways I can describe the two of you snuggled up together watching another rom-com.” “Sometimes I let him watch sports!” David pipes up, proudly. “And he rarely complains about it anymore.” “Fine, but I’m getting Stevie to shake things up tomorrow.”

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My #1 post of 2022

When David's ex, Sebastien Raine, unexpectedly shows up in Schitt's Creek, David enlists the help of a stranger on the street to pretend to be his boyfriend in an attempt to get rid of Sebastien.

Chapter one

(thanks @statueinthestone for the banner! 💛)

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liesyousoldme · 2 years

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wip wednesday

so @sibylsleaves tagged me in wip wednesday and while i know my sunday post was from the folklore writing letters wip, this is from a new, shorter fun fic, inspired entirely by a gifset of buck in a backwards ball cap

He literally stumbles mid-stride as his brain processes the sight in front of him, and he has to wait the solid ten seconds it takes for his brain to reload before any coherent thought is available to him, and he’s just lucky that he’s usually a bit of a grump in the mornings and this doesn’t throw Buck or Christopher off.

“Good morning, Dad!” Chris says from the table, eating from a bowl of cereal. He’s already dressed all by himself and Eddie wants to bemoan the loss of childhood, but the genuine joy in his eyes at the prospect of a day at the zoo tells him there is still childhood yet to come. “Buck brought his cup! Do we have ours?”

“Of course we do,” he says, voice a little lower and gruffer than normal, and he clears his throat. He goes to the cabinet with all the mugs and Special Cups (Eddie’s a sucker for the free refill reusable cups that pretty much any type of park will sell you) and finds the one with the monkeys on it. It’s got one of those long and bendy straws and Eddie makes sure that it and the cup are both clean before handing it over to Chris, who beams at him.

He has not looked at Buck since he walked in, but the image of him is seared across his mind anyway.

“You good, man?” Buck asks, and Eddie clears his throat because he doesn’t have words to say once he looks back at Buck, who now has a little bit of concern in his face. Eddie isn’t even sure what he’s doing that would make Buck question if he’s good, but he straightens his back and leans against the counter, leaving his gaze somewhere in between his son and Buck, because he kind of feels bad for having the kind of thoughts about Buck he’s having while his son is in the room.

“Just a little tired,” he says to the table. He crosses his arms in front of him, and then uncrosses them because it feels weird and he’s worried it looks weird and he’s actively trying to not be weird so Buck stops making his concerned face. All it does is make Buck’s brow furrow even more. Eddie knows this because he couldn’t keep from looking at Buck when he knows he looks like that right there.

“You sure? Maybe we can do the zoo another day and hang out – or you can come with us –“

“No, seriously,” Eddie says, cutting Buck off. “I’m fine. I need to clean so… Get out of my house.” He immediately winces. “Sorry, that sounded rude. But. You know. Cleaning.”

“You’re still in your pajamas,” Buck says.

“I haven’t even finished my breakfast,” Chris adds, then pointedly takes a bite of cereal.

“Right,” Eddie says. He settles with his hands on his hips. He’s not sure if he’s ever stood this way before, but he’s scared to change positions again and freak Buck out. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Um, okay,” Buck says with a frown. He manages to make it look incredibly attractive and Eddie hates him a little for it. Who even wears their hats like that anymore? It’s so frat bro, so douchebag, so…

Hot.

i'm not sure who has or hasn't done this today so if you haven't and want to be please consider yourself tagged by me!!!

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ussjellyfish · 1 year

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The AO3 asks are so fun! How about: #16 What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? and #30 Biggest surprise while writing this year?

haha, okay, um, so...thank you so much for asking!! I got to ramble about something I love.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

It will surprise absolutely no one that it's "pregnancy" which I have used 63 times out of 387. Which is 16% of my fics. Seems sensible...then I realized all my long fics have pregnancies in them so those 63 fics are 1.5 million words (of my 2.5 million total) which makes it 60% of my word count.

I have a brand, and it's a character goes on a soft emotional journey while pregnant and surrounded by people who love them. Usually they give birth under unusual circumstances and it's always fine. I did not realize how much of my word count it took up, and I'm pleased.

It's very "write the story you want to read" with several different characters/universes.

I'm over answering, but I got to spend a delightful bit of time with math, so, I'm happy.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

This should NOT be a surprise. At all. Looking at the previous question, this should have NEVER been a surprise.

My current WIP in progress (Quantum Variations on a Love Theme) was going to be a 3, maybe 4 chapter fic at most.

It's 106,125 words, 21 chapters and probably needs like 20 more. It's definitely on the way towards one of my longest fics. I'm thrilled, but I should have seen this coming light-years away. It's my favorite kind of thing. It's characters I really like.

No one else is going to write it. (it's the most niche pairing...) So clearly I have to write it so I can read it.

(It was going to be a one-shot, I said. It's in the notes)

ao3 Wrapped

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literaphobe · 1 year

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Alright. *rummages beneath the desk before emerging and thumping a ridiculously huge book on the table. Dust goes everywhere* what fics do you want what ratings do you want what fic length are you looking for what stories do you like opinions on aus opinions on funny crack opinions on very plotty very angsty all sides of the lovesquare or do you want 90% ladynoir do you want the ending to be happy do you want a reveal opinion on lila salt opinion on murders and graphic deaths mich what do u want

i like fics that focus on the dynamic between ladynoir bc imo they ARE the ‘best friends, inseparable partners’ part of the lovesquare like NO PART of the lovesquare BICKERS like ladynoir does and I FUCKING LOVE THAT but i’ll read other sides of the lovesquare too if i think its a good fic i love an interesting story idrc about ones that explore a lot about other characters i prefer just reading about the dynamic between our two main characters and well i have the tag filtered currently by kudos and by fics that were completed between jan 1 2020 - today 2022 aka whenever i first put the filter and i clicked on everything that’s interesting i do like ones where they r aged up bc its easier to project onto them and whenever i think about a potential fic id write id want them aged up to my age so i can Tell A Story about something im going through KFKSKDK or something ive gone through that i can hypothetically relate to etc etc etc anyway i read any rating if the ages are appropriate etc and its Well Written

AUs are okay to me but ifl i generally prefer fics set in the MLB universe bc the whole double identity lovesquare thing is the crux of why i love the characters in the first place i always love silly little stories but i will always want to get Fucked Up emotionally like yasssss put the characters through hell or pining hell like the confession scene in the bed sharing AU i read where chat confesses hes still in love w ladybug after all this time right as shes about to recklessly sleep w him but gets so shook she ends up running away instead i LOVED that um idk if ill ever feel that way reading a mlb fic again but it was a top tier experience i think it deserves to be the top of the tag even tho it was written a few months ago

ALSO im a sucker for happy endings. ifl a lot of what i read tends to end that way!! not really a fan of graphic deaths ig? unless its funny. lila exposing fics r funny but i think i only read one or two imo theres a little Too many of those… i also feel like theres a lot of marichat which is fine but i like the ladynoir route better ❤️

#ask #mlbposting

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cosplayproblemsposts · 2 years

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Behind the charm

Steven fell hard along with Marc, you were just too good to be true.

You were dangerous and no not the 'hey I'm a toxic' can of danger you are the mysterious danger that caught Steven along with Marc. "Hey, um do you sell gum," you said in a full tux "Oh, yeah" Steven took note of how clean-cut you were and how expensive you looked. "That'll be two dollars and twelve cents" you hum in an uninterested manner "Thanks...Steven," you say right after taking a look at his name tag.

Your frame walks away with a pack of gum "Did you see that" mutters Steven whilst Marc processes the situation "yes, he something". When you walked off the smell of expensive cologne took your place "Oh, wasn't he hot" Donna shows up. "uh...Yeah he was" Steven replies before scrambling back to work while Donna nods "Okay, Stevie".

Ever since that day you'll visit every Sunday right after church "Same old, gum" Steven says but you shook your head. "No...oh..uh maybe you'll like a...plushy" with a gesture Steven points out a nearby plushy "Did you stuff your number in the last pack I brought". Steven falls silent "What?" you show him the piece of paper revealing it is his number "Marc" he mutters. "Who?" Steven shook his head "Oh...uh...I'm so sorry and yes it is my number but I didn't mean to I swear". You cross your arms and this man rumbles and lose the plot along with a stumble of his words.

"Are you done?" Steven nods "Look, thanks but...uh, please don't ever write or draw a winky face". Steven takes the paper "S-sorry I just-" Steven goes dead silent so with a pinch of your nose you spoke, "Would you like to have dinner with me sometime". "What?" you frown "Dinner would you like to have dinner with me sometime" Steven had been taken back "Yeah" he nods.

From that day on, you'll take him out and treat him as any normal person would like to be treated. You were kind, charming, and funny but also kinda scary "Don't move I'll be right back" Steven nods and watches you run around a corner. "Marc do you think he just ditched us" Marc groans "Stop assuming the worst would yea, your the lucky bastard here" Steven frowns. "Hey, sorry I just thought I saw someone I knew" Steven smiled but Marc and Steven didn't know you just came back from strangling a man.

Every Sunday became Steven's and Marc's favorite day "Hey, you" you said with a grin. "Hey, me" Steven does jazz hands while you lick your lips "I was wondering if you were free tonight" Steven grins "Of course". "Cool, I'll pick you up later" Steven smiles and fiddles with his fingers "Yeah...later gators". What they don't know about your Sundays was the fact you were checking out brand new pieces that show up on the said day. "This would sell at a great price in the black market," one of the men says while you hum "Just make sure you don't break anything, yeah".

"Okay, move it out" you check your watch with a smile "I've plans see ya" one of the men groans. "You don't have to go out with the guy all because you feel sorry for him" you stop in your tracks "What?". The guy scoffs "What you aren't a fag compared to him" fellow men fall silent "You'll watch what you say next". "What're you gonna beat me for it" he laughs and looks around for some form of help but once he turns his attention back to you a fist meets his face.

"I'm so sorry darling, I bump into trouble along the way here," you say once Steven opens the door but it wasn't Steven it was a woman. "Oh, hello?" you wave while the woman stares at you "Who are you?" you frown a little "I'm Y/N and you are?". "Layla!" Steven came into view "Sorry about her I just...uh...no shut up!". The mysterious woman known as Layla looks equally confused as you "Look I'm sorry something popped up yeah?".

You nod "Okay I just hope you're fine" Steven smiles while you start walking away. "What the actual fuck was that" you sat in your car and watch as two people enter the building. "Okay...something isn't adding up". You watch as the said people come out with Steven in handcuffs "Oh, hell no" you follow after them with the help of your vehicle.

Okay now, this is weird...Steven is this knightly like Avatar and MARC is a secondary thing like another him. "Okay, now I've to tag along because I'm a witness to all of this" you gesture a circle while Marc nods "I can't believe it".

Marc nods "I can't believe it either" you sigh "Fine I'll come along just so I can have a break from work". Marc sways a little and now here you are on board a plane heading to Egpyt. You clench your arm on the chair "Scared of flying" you shook your head. "No, my boss isn't so happy" Marc nods "They'll just have to deal with it" Marc places a hand on your shoulder. "You've me and...yes and you too Steven!" you smile a little "Not bad you two not bad".

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 3 years

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The Heat | JJ Maybank x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: You and the pogues are having a day out on the boat and the heat gets to you.

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You and the rest of the pogues found a great spot on the water that the boys could fish and swimming was also an option. It was a hot summer day and it being mid day, the sun rays were at their highest of the day.

You, Kie and Sarah had packed snacks and drinks for all of you, making sure water was included to keep everyone hydrated. The boys were at the back of the boat fishing and the three of you girls were laying up at the front.

Sarah glanced behind y’all to make sure the boys weren’t paying attention. They were in their own little world of conversation. She nudges you, “So..”

“Yes?” You hold your hand over your head to shield the sun as you look over at her.

“You and JJ. What’s going on with that?”

You groan and sit up.

“yeah yeah, what’s going on with the two of you?” Kie eagerly asks, “I’ve noticed a little change with the two of you. Like how JJ hasn’t gone out on a date in weeks!”

“That has nothing to do with me.”

“Oh bullshit.” Sarah curses, “It so does!” She sits up as well.

“Sarah’s right.” Kie nods, leaning back against the side of the boat, “I even heard him tell a touron the other day he had a girlfriend. Which we know was a lie.”

You didn’t know that and look at Kie, “He said that he had a girlfriend?”

“Well yes, but he was lying.”

“Oh for sure, lying.” Sarah confirms, “I think it was a way to keep the girls off him, make sure they knew he wasn’t interested in anyone else.”

You grab your nearby water taking a sip, “What does all this have to do with me? Me and him are best friends.. you and everyone else on this island knows it.”

“He’s letting people know he’s taken because he wants you! Not anyone else.” Sarah gives you a duh look, “I mean come on, y/n. you can’t honestly believe he doesn’t have any feelings for you. You two flirt all the time.”

“He does not have any feelings for me. Plus, the flirting is just friendly banter. How do you girls jump to those kind of conclusions?” You stand, tossing your sunglasses on your bag. You take the chance to take a peek at the boys; JJ was already staring at you.

“New bathing suit?” JJ calls out to you, covering up the fact he was in deed staring at you, but it wasn’t because he thought it was a new bathing suit. He’d seen that one before. He’s pretty sure you’d wore it last time on the boat. He just hoped you didn’t catch on.

You glanced down at the bathing suit and raised an eyebrow at him, “Um.. no I’ve had this one.”

Shit. “oh.” He nods, “It looked new.” He clears his throat and turns back to the water to focus on catching a fish.

You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the heat, “It’s hot out here. You girls want to get in?”

Kie and Sarah decline your offer and you make your way to the side of the boat to jump off, suddenly feeling very dizzy. You grab the boat to steady yourself, “Woah..”

“Hey, you okay?” JJ has already handed off his reel to John B, “You don’t look so good.”

“I don’t..” You look up to JJ, but as soon as you do, you feel yourself float away. The last thing you hear is JJ’s voice yelling your name.

“Should we call 911?! She might have hit her head, got a concussion.” JJ looks up at the pogues, worried.

“JJ, calm down.” Sarah grabs a towel, wetting it and handing it to JJ, “run that along her forehead and neck to cool her down.”

Kie grabs another towel, “hold this up and shield her from the sun.” She instructs John B and Pope, who do as she says.

“She could have hit her head Sarah, I mean what if she has brain damage or something? She might have a concussion.. She could be.. she might not remember us or something.” JJ’s voice is filled with worry as he looks down at you, doing as Sarah said with the towel.

“JJ, she didn’t hit her head.. You caught her.” Sarah holds back a smile. If only you were awake to see how worried JJ was about you.

“The heat just got to her. She is probably dehydrated.” Kie says pulling a cold water bottle out of the cooler, “She’s going to be fine, JJ.” She gives his shoulder a pat.

Your eyes flutter open and you’re immediately met with JJ’s blue ones staring back. Your head is in his lap, “What.. happened.”

“You fainted.” He abandons the wet towel to grab the water bottle, “Scared us all to death is what you did.”

“Us?” Sarah laughs.

JJ gives her a look and you give her a confused look as you slowly sit up, JJ’s free hand on your back to help you sit up, “Thank you.” You say, taking a sip of the water from JJ as he puts the bottle to your lips.

“We should head back to the Chateau. It’s too hot out here.” JJ looks at John B, who nods in agreement.

“But we didn’t catch a fish.” Pope mutters softly as he goes to sit down, sad to be leaving so soon without a fish.

JJ pulls his hat off his head, slipping it on yours, “To shield the sun off you.” He helps you stand so you can sit down on one of the seats.

“Thank you.” You fix the hat on your head.

Usually you’re seated in between Sarah and Kie on the boat rides, but JJ doesn’t leave your side. He continues to make you drink the water and also keeps a protective arm behind you on the edge of the boat.

When the HMS pogue arrives at the Chateau, JJ only leaves your side to help John B and Pope dock the boat. Sarah and Kie beat him to helping you off the dock. “We’re going to get changed.” Sarah says to John B. She sees JJ’s face and holds back a smile, “We’ll keep an eye on her JJ.”

JJ nods and turns back to help unload the boat with the boys. You and the girls get changed into some comfy clothes as the boys finish bringing the stuff to the porch. Since no fish were caught, John B suggested heading to the market to grab some to cook for dinner tonight.

“I think that’s a great idea.” Kie nods, “You boys go and us girls will stay here to relax.”

JJ approaches you on the porch, “You feeling okay?”

You nod, “Feel better now.” You give him a reassuring smile and hold his hat out to him, “Your hat.”

He glances at the hat and then his eyes are back on yours, “Keep it.” A small smirk plays on his lips, “Looks better on you anyways.” And with that he backs away from you and jogs off to the van where John B and Pope are waiting.

You blush and slowly slip on the hat. When JJ sees the hat on you he lets out a whistle, “Damn.” He winks at you and then closes the van door.

You laugh and shake your head turning around to see Kie and Sarah smiling at you.

“Oh girl.” Sarah smirks.

“He’s so in love with you!” Kie adds.

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eternallyhyucks · 3 years

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in your dreams | park sunghoon

pairing: bf! sunghoon x fem! reader

word count: 581

genre/warnings: fluff , slight swearing -ish??

—note: this was a really random idea, but let’s see how it goes,, ALSO SUNGHOON LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS PIC

—pt 1 of (?)

𖤐 ྀ

essays had to be the worst thing ever invented. you had been trying to write a single essay for two hours and you still had one sentence. sighing, you close your laptop and lay down to take a nap because you deserved it after spending two whole hours staring at a screen and doing zero work, right? extremely right.

but before you could get even a little comfortable in your bed, your phone started to buzz. you pick it up and see that your best friend, jake, was calling you.

“hello??”

“hi y/n!!!!!”

“um hi ? what do you want jake im about to take a nap”

“it is 3 in the afternoon”

“and ???? i just wrote an essay for two hours, i deserve it”

“girl i know damn well you did not write an essay for two hours straight. i doubt you even wrote a word”

“for your information, SIR, i wrote actually wrote a whole sentence🙄”

“ohhh wowww she wrote a SENTENCE ahhh you’re so brave”

“shut up and tell me why you called me”

“wanna go to a party tonight?”

“literally why.”

“sunghoon’s gonna be there”

“jake he’s literally sleeping in the room next to me”

“so you’re coming with him right ???”

“no im gonna sleep”

“sleep now and come later”

“no” you hang up and lay your head onto your pillow while closing your eyes and curling up into a ball, ready to take the best nap of your life, when sunghoon, your boyfriend, opened the door

“y/n do you wanna go to a party tonight”

you flip your body and open your eyes. “no”

“why not ??? jake-”

“he called me too, i dont feel like it”

“it really sucks that you dont feel like it cause you’re coming with me anyway”

“am not”

“are too”

“am not”

“are too”

“im too tired to argue right now, goodnight”

“okay sleep well, you have a party to go to in a couple hours!!”

“get the hell out”

4 hours later you wake up to sunghoon playing drums on your desk and yelling.

“SUNGHOON ARE YOU ON CRACK RIGHT NOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING”

“waking you up, love!! we have a party to go to”

“hoon, please i dont feel like going”

“imagine someone came up to me and started flirting, y/n. what would you do”

“do you want me to say i’d cry or something”

“yes”

“i’d cry”

“see!! thats why you should go”

you knew that you were never going to win this battle, so you gave in. “fine. but it’s not because of the girl thing. you’re just annoying”

“okay, whatever you say😁”

—

“you ready?” sunghoon said while fixing his hair in the mirror next to you

“yup” you say standing up

30 minutes later, the two of you pulled up to jay’s house, which was bustling with a mixture of music and people

you sigh dramatically and unbuckle your seatbelt when sunghoon touched your hand. “are you okay? sorry i kind of forced you”

“you’re good. i just have a bad feeling that something’s gonna happen today and i dont know what”

“it’s jay’s house, you’ve been here a ton of times?? has something happened that i dont know about?” he says trying to hide the concern in his voice

“no, no!! im just getting this weird feeling and i dont know.. it’s fine, let’s go!”

“are you sure, y/n”

smiling and intertwining your hand in his you reply “yes, hoon”

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whorefordazai · 3 years

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“ THE SOUND OF SILENCE ,,

✿ pairing; akutagawa x gn! reader

✿ genre; fluff | university! au | violinist! akutagawa

✿ warnings; mention of hand cramps

✿ synopsis; a moment in which you steal a kiss from the gifted violin prodigy, leaving your ghost touch tainted in his mind.

✿ notes; my contribution to @tetsustation’s bsd university au collab <33

✿ wc; 1.3k

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akutagawa ryunosuke is a prestigious young man.

he wakes up at the crack of dawn, earning only a measly four hours of sleep, and makes his way to the music room. sometimes when he’s feeling decent, he’ll grab a cup of tea.

he stretches his pale arms for exactly two minutes and smooths down his oversized sweater before picking up the carved wooden piece of musical instrument. his violin.

his face will lay on the chin rest while nimble cold fingers pick up the bow and play away at the strings. and there it begins. that feeling. where he can hear nothing else but the soft melody his violin plays.

the sound is an angelic blessing, but also a tiring poison that slowly eats away at his very soul.

eyes snapping back to the familiar redhead poking your shoulder, you intently glare at chuuya.

“you should probably go speak to mr. violin prodigy over there.” he whispers close to your ear, a smirk playing on his lips. your eyebrows narrow, astonished at his proposition. “huh?! i’m sure he’s busy…i wouldn’t want to bother him…”

chuuya let’s out a groaning exhale. “c’mon man. you’ve known each other for months and you still don’t have the guts to conFESS YOUR LOVE FOR—“

“SHUT—SHUT UP!” you quickly silence chuuya’s unnecessary booming words by smacking both your hands over his mouth. from the corner of your vision, you can see akutagawa’s eyes somewhat crack open at the noise. but he doesn’t stop playing. he turns his attention back to his violin.

a breath of relief escapes your lips as you scoff at chuuya, face burning hot. “what is wrong with you?!”

chuuya chuckles. “i swear, it’s getting painful watching the tension between the two of you.”

you bite your lip, fingers digging inside your palms as your eyes glance between akutagawa and the redhead in front of you. “don’t you have stocks to do or something?”

“yeah, yeah. stocks.” chuuya rolls his eyes, sighing as he waves a hand goodbye and leaves you to yourself.

you turn your attention back to akutagawa. the music room is empty, except for the two of you. the raven haired man seems to be heavily concentrated on his violin, his attention definitely not directed to your presence.

shuffling a bit to the left, you quietly take a seat on one of the cold leather cushioned chairs. a small smile forms on your lips when you look at the man in front of you.

his eyes are closed, feather-like brows slightly furrowed in concentration. posture perfectly straight and arms holding up his violin, he continues playing.

every once in a while his back will arch in exhaustion—but he’s quick to straighten it. his arms will start to fall limp before he shakes off the dozy feeling and clicks his teeth in annoyance.

after all, akutagawa ryunosuke is a man who does not give up. no matter the circumstance, nor the cost. he cannot and will not fail.

captivated by the eccentric melody his fingers playing with the bow, a sudden loud sound of a smash jolts you back into reality.

“shit…shit…” he hisses, tightly holding his hand with his face morphed into an irritated discomfort. your eyes trail down to the floor, where his violin lays in a few cracked pieces. gulping, you slowly stand up and move to the raven haired man.

“are you okay?” you cautiously ask, eyeing akutagawa.

he grits his teeth. “i’m fine.” he shortly mutters. you frown. he’s obviously not fine. akutagawa ryunosuke is never just fine. but he’s really damn good at pretending he is.

taking a seat next to his tired figure, you slowly reach out to grab his hands. pausing, you glance into his smoky eyes when a slight flinch pans out.

“you, um…” biting your lip, a sharp exhale leaves your lips. “you have a cramp.”

“well that’s obvious.” he simply states. his voice isn’t the least bit of hostile—it’s smooth and laced with curiosity. he blinks, bug eyes trained on your movements. a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as your thumb brushes across the pink on his knuckles and the bone of his wrist.

raising a brow, you look under the table and pull out a medical kit. taking out the roll of bandages, your head quirks toward the raven haired man. he immediately scowls, already predicting what’s about to happen. “i don’t want your help. i hate being taken care of.”

your lip twitches. before you can stop yourself, the words spill from your mouth. “no, you don’t. no one hates being taken care of. you just hate it when the love isn’t genuine.”

“…you’re calling this love?”

“…i’m calling it genuine.”

he stares at you for a moment, grey eyes displaying a tiny flicker of shock. a short cough leaves lips, and you unroll the bandages. he doesn’t resist your touch this time.

a pleasant yet nervy silence envelopes the room while you gently work your way on his hand. carefully wrapping his wrist, then his palm, you tie the ends of the bandage material. your hand doesn’t leave his once you’re finished.

“thank you.” he shortly mumbles, own hand limp in yours. you chuckle, softly patting his thigh. “what are friends for, huh?”

silence.

steady eyes peer into yours. his words come out as almost a whisper. “…friends?”

your chest tightens at the two simple words. but you don’t dare look up at his face. instead, your own fingers trace the knuckles of his hand. laid on your lap, his hand twitches when you trace the center of his palm. “just friends…”

gulping, you slowly lift your gaze to his face. your heart quickens it’s pace when you realize he’s glancing down at your lips. a cold hand gently clasps your own.

when his eyes look into yours, it’s like they’re searching for something. searching for a sign of want and urge. if he was being bold, perhaps he’d even say a rush. the feeling that’s closest to what playing his violin is like.

the urge act upon so many things he would never dare to say out loud.

just as he’s about to open his mouth to speak, your soft lips are on his.

frozen from shock, akutagawa’s hands stay halted by your waist, not saying to touch. it’s only when your own hand snakes it’s way to tug at his collar, that his eyes flutter shut and he kisses back.

once, twice, and for a third time, his lips meet yours between tiny gasps of air.

you pull away, eyes amplified in shock. the fact that your lips were on his just a few seconds ago registers in your head. smacking both hands to your face, you relish the leftover sweet taste in your mouth. honey flavored cough drops and tea…

akutagawa tilts his head, taking in small breaths of air. he bites back the small quirk that appears on his mouth. looking up at your wide-eyed face, he licks his lips. “do friends…do this?”

the words get caught in your throat. “no! no…friends definitely don’t…” biting your lip and averting your eyes, you grab the bag on your left. standing up, you turn back to the raven haired man. “i have…a class! so i have to go. but…i’ll call you later, alright?”

he can only nod, brain still feeling fuzzy from what happened moments before. glassy eyes traveling your body until it disappears from sight, he trails them back to the violin still broken on the floor.

a small smile starts to tug at the corner of his lips before his face goes red and a cough forms in his throat. this is embarrassing, he thinks. but it’s also the first time he’s felt a rush of anything in months. his fingers brush over his mouth, remembering all the place your lips had been.

akutagawa ryunosuke is a prestigious young man.

he is a prestigious young man who knows nothing about love. but he’d like to learn. after all, prodigies never fail. they’re always victorious.

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“wife”

pairing: corpse husband x reader (female)

words: 1,714

requested?: no (send some in tho pls :) )

plot/summary: felix invites his friend, y/n, to play among us when they need an extra player. her and corpse get along well

authors note: so this isnt that good and i know a lot of corpse fics use a similar plot. i just wanted to try to write for corpse. hopefully things i write for him in the future are better. let me know what you think tho! also i really wanted reader to be best friends with karl bc i love him sm. uh every swiggly line is like a small time skip. this was written late at night btw and i didnt take much time to go over it

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You sat up from laying down when you heard your phone ring. You looked at the caller ID.

Felix.

"What's up Felix?" You ask with a small yawn.

"Aww, how sweet," You hear in the background.

You giggle and ask, "Is that Sean? Hi Sean!"

"Yeah, we're playing Among Us and need an extra player. You down?" Felix explained.

"Sure, just give me a few minutes. See you soon, whore"

"Bitc-" You hang up before he can finish.

You got up and turned off your TV, going to get ready.

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You quickly tweet out that you're going live and say something on your insta story as well. You start your stream and slowly watch people flood in.

"Hey everyone! How are you guys doing?" You wave and smile, reading the chat.

"Everyone doing good, awesome! And i'm sorry to anyone having a bad day. I hope i can brighten it a bit!"

"Okay, sorry i didn't give you a further notice. I didn't even know i was gonna stream. Felix invited me to play Among Us so... here we are!"

You quickly join the discord and pull up the game, putting a cover over where the code goes.

"Hello?" You ask as you join the call. A chorus of greetings came your way.

"(Y/n)?"

"Karl!" You smile brightly.

Karl Jacobs was a good friend of yours. You would play on the Dream SMP sometimes. When you would, it would mostly be you being stupid with Karl and Alex, also known as Quackity. You were even a well know citizen of El Rapids.

"LET'S GOOOOO!" He yelled, making you laugh.

"Hey (Y/n), do you know everyone here?" Sean asks you.

"Um," You quickly scan through the names, "no, i don't think so."

You recognized names but you only personally knew Felix, Sean, Karl, and Ethan.

"Oh my god! Your voice is so cute!" Pokimane exclaims.

You giggle softly, "Thank you Poki!"

You're voice wasn't high pitched or anything like that, you just always spoke very softly and calmly. You were also a bit quiet.

Felix introduces you to those that you didn't know.

"There's one more person we're waiting for," He says.

While everyone waits, you and Karl run around each other's little characters and make jokes between yourselves. You mute yourself to read donations every once in a while.

You hear the discord chime, signaling that someone joined the call.

"WAIT CORPSE! DON'T SPEAK YET!" Felix yelled. "We have a new player. This is my friend (Y/n), say hi to her"

"Hello (Y/n)," Corpse said. You were taken aback by how deep his voice was but you didn't show it.

"Hi Corpse! Nice to meet you!" You said happily.

"Okay, how is she not freaking out?" Bretman said, making everyone laugh.

"Uh, (Y/n), do you mind letting me have black? It's cool if not.." Corpse asked gently.

"O-oh sure, no problem." You were usually black with the pink flamingo hat, but you ran over to the little computer and changed your color.

"Simp," Ethan mumbled, knowing you never switch from black.

"Thank you," He said, then the game started.

The word “Imposter” appeared on your screen in red, yours and Corpse's characters underneath.

As the game started, you thought no one could hear you so you spoke to your chat. "His voice was so deep, what the fuck? Holy shit that was hot, i'm gonna-"

"(Y/n)," Rae laughed, "You know we're playing proximity chat, right."

You blushed as you realized and said "Ha, anyways..." and ran to start faking tasks.

You ended up in electrical with Karl. "(Y/n)! My good friend, my buddy, you would never kill me right? Haha..." He said.

"Of course not, Karl! My good friend, my buddy. Why, I'm not even imposter," I said as i quickly dipped into the vent and back out, making him laugh.

I decided to show him because I knew Karl wouldn't say anything, and it's funny.

"Oh that's good then. Are you sure you're not imposter?"

"Mhm, pretty sure," You said, going back in. As you came out, Sykkuno walked in and froze.

"Uh, (Y/n)?"

"Fuck... Karl run! Go!" You said, Karl starting to leave. You walked closer and quickly killed Sykkuno then vented to security.

"That was close..." You told your chat.

You saw Corpse as you made your way around the map and walked into navigation.

"Hey, Corpse, how ya doing?"

"Ah you know, good. Just being crewmate and all."

You stifled a laugh, "Oh yeah I feel that, buddy."

"Yeah because there's no way that i'm imposter. No way i could be faking tasks and there's no possible way you could be the other imposter" He said quickly.

"For sure. Hypothetically speaking, though, if you were imposter, how many people would you have killed by now?"

"I would say probably around two."

"Interesting," You said right before a body was reported. It was Sykkuno's. Felix and Rae were also dead.

"WHAT!" Corpse yelled.

"Where was the body at?" Sean laughed.

"Uh I found it in electrical," Bretman said.

"I'm pretty sure Karl was in there earlier."

You calmly said, "It's not Karl, I was with him for most of the round."

"How do we know the two of you aren't imposters?" Sean asked.

"I was alone with him, he would have taken the chance to kill me."

"No, he's your best friend."

"He's also ruthless,"

"TRUE! SO TRUE!" Karl yelled.

"So skip?" Corpse asked.

Everyone agreed and the voting was skipped.

The next round, I spent with Ethan. He was pretending to be mad at me because Sean said Karl was my best friend.

"What happened to Blue Boi Buddies, huh?!" He exclaimed.

"Neither of our hair is even blue anymore!" You argued back.

You were in reactor with him when Corpse and Poki walked in. He hit the lights and you took it as a sign to double kill. He killed Poki, you killed Ethan, and the two of you made your way to electrical to help fix lights.

You and Corpse went the opposite direction of reactor after the lights were fixed, Karl going with you.

Poki's body was reported. That double kill only left you, Corpse, Sean, Karl and Bretman. You only needed two more kills.

"I still think it's Karl and (Y/n)," Sean said quickly.

"I was with (Y/n) the whole time," Corpse said, "In fact, I think it's you."

"That does make sense. Why so quick to accuse others, Sean?" You ask.

"It's not me!" He yelled.

"I actually agree with Corpse and (Y/n)," Bretman said.

"I was with you!"

We all voted for Sean, him voting for Karl. Sean was ejected.

When you load into spawn, you wait for the kill cool down and kill Bretman, saving Karl.

"Victory" appeared on your screen.

"God damn it!" Sean yelled.

"Good job, (Y/n)," Corpse said lowly.

You smiled, a slight blush on your cheeks, "You too Corpse."

"Their voices go together and they're a fuckin dream team? What have i done...," Felix sighed.

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A few more games went by. Most of them you and Corpse spent together, whether you were both crewmates or if one of you was imposter.

You really enjoyed his company and you actually got along with him pretty well.

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"(Y/n), before we get serious, I have one question to ask you." Corpse said as both of your characters stopped.

"What's that?" You giggled.

"Do you know Bingus?"

"Bingus? As in, our lord and savior, Bingus?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, "It's settled, you're my wife now."

This made both of you laugh and your chat go crazy.

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Eventually, people had to start leaving. You said your goodbyes to everyone and left the discord call and the game.

You set stream to where it was just your face cam.

"Guys, what should we do now?"

You saw some people asking what time it was for you.

"It's 3 AM right now... I’m not tired though.” You had been streaming for a few hours; You never even noticed how late it got.

People in chat were yelling at you to go to sleep, making you chuckle.

“How about we do a quick QnA, then at 3:30 I go to bed. Deal?”

You watched as the chat filled with questions. They obviously seemed to like the idea.

“‘Who is your best friend? Karl or Ethan?’ Neither, Alex Quackity. Next question.” You answered quickly.

You laughed, “I’d like to clarify that that’s a joke, i love all my friends equally.”

You answered more questions. Some were from new viewers asking basic questions, some were about future streams and videos.

“‘How do you feel about people shipping you and Corpse?’“ People are already shipping us?” You laughed, “I’ve said before that I’m okay with shipping, as long as the other person is too. I think it’s funny.”

You continued to read chat. “Wait, we’re trending?”

You checked Twitter and “#(your and corpse’s ship name)” was trending in the US.

You laughed as you scrolled through the tag, “Oh this is so funny.”

“Fanart already?! You guys are so talented!”

You read chat, looking for more questions. You saw people telling you that it’s 3:30.

“Okay fine, a deal’s a deal. I hope you all have, or had, a great day and I’ll see you guys later. Depending on what time it is for you, you should also get some sleep. Stay hydrated, love you!” You ended stream.

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You scrolled through Twitter as you laid in bed, liking fanart and dumb memes. Also replying to a few of your friends’ tweets.

karl :) @/KarlJacobs_

@/(your username) what the honk ?

*clip of you saying Quackity was your best friend*

You liked the tweet and replied, “karl no,,, look away,,,”

You continued scrolling, feeling your eyes get droopy. Your eyes fell closed but quickly opened when your phone vibrated. It was a DM.

From Corpse.

You two had followed each other earlier.

Corpse: hey (y/n), just wanted to say you’re really cool and i’d love to play again with you soon

You smiled, a light blush spreading across your cheeks, and replied.

You: i’d love to, corpse

Corpse: ok, see you soon ‘wife’

You: back at ya, ‘husband”

Corpse: :)

You: :)

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