#it's just EVERYWHERE and I don't NEED it to be everywhere

[starmy-sky]

Paws and Promises

Pairing: CEO!Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Summary: You fiance has not once shown up to your wedding planning dates, in fact, he barely shows up at all. After ten months of being engaged and still no wedding or even solid plans for the ceremony, you seek comfort by adopting a cat that randomly showed up on your porch the same day Minho was supposed to go on a business trip.

Or... Minho gets karma for being a bad fiance by being turned into a cat.

Tags: Angst to Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Engaged!AU, Break Up, Negligence, Longing, Cat!Lee Know

Word Count: 4.1K (Masterlist)

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"How long is the trip again?"

"Two weeks, Y/N."

"So I should schedule our wedding planner interviews by the third week?" You try to catch his eyes, but they were everywhere but on you. It's been like that for a while.

Minho busies himself packing a suitcase, letting out a half-minded hum. "Why can't you schedule it any other day? You're available."

Because you want it to be with him. You wanted to think of the motif with him, the flowers, the decorations, the guests, the cake flavor, the venue, the rings. It should be about you and him, not just you.

But... perhaps you're being too sentimental. You look at Minho now as the successful CEO he became from all his hardwork, he's serious, strategic, stoic. Unlike the Minho you met in your senior year of high school, the one that was silly, loud, and cheeky, sneakily slipping into your heart by acting both nonchalant while seemingly never getting enough of your attention.

Almost like a cat.

Maybe the Minho now isn't the type to want to be involved in menial things like planning the wedding, in fact, it seems as if he has no plans to be wed anytime at all, he's much too busy now.

You look down at your ring, a glimmering diamond adorned it while the metal that wraps around your finger forms into swoops that border the diamond. It's very beautiful, though he never explained to you why he chose that design, you always find yourself admiring the ring, a symbol of a future with him.

You smiled, trying to ease your feelings as you always do. "I'll keep that in mind." You answered, leaving the conversation to die once again.

...

It rained the day he left for the business trip, the sky mirroring your feelings of sorrow as you're reminded that he'll probably be a ghost the whole two weeks.

He's already pretty elusive when he's there, staying at the office late and going in early in the morning. You've always been thankful for him, providing for you even before you got engaged and letting you quit your less than ideal office job when he did propose.

Your thoughts were cut off when rough scratching rings from the door, panicked mews accompanying them as you rush to open.

A tuxedo cat barges into the house as if it lived there, grumbling in annoyance as it pounces on the rug to dry itself from the rain.

As it does so, it starts to screech at you. "Y/N, Y/N, it's me! I'm Minho, I have no idea what happened, but you need to call an ambulance or a vet, or even a wizard!"

"Honey, honey, it's okay, you're safe here..."

"No the hell it's not okay! I got turned into a cat!"

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." You gently shush the cat, stepping closer inch by inch.

"Can't you understand me?!"

"Aww, I wish I can understand what you're meowing about, honey."

"...I'm doomed."

It was supposed to be a normal day for Minho, an unluckly, but albeit normal day. As he's about to leave for the airport from the office, he realized he forgot some documents at home.

He decided to leave his luggage in his office and drive back home to get the documents. As luck would have it, his car breaks down in the middle of the rain. He curses the sky as he opens the door to check if there's any way to get home, only for lightning to strike accompanied by blinding light.

The next second he opens his eyes, he had paws and whiskers and he was only a few inches off the ground.

Scared, he runs home as fast as he could, clawing at your door and now he's here, utterly doomed.

...

It's been five days and Lino, the name you have the cat, had no intention of going back outside. In fact, he struts around the place like he knows it by heart.

His relentless meows have not gone away either, at least once an hour he sits by your side or jumps to stand face to face with you and frantically meow his heart out, almost like he's desperately trying to make you understand him.

You just sum it up that maybe he's just a really active and talkative cat, and you continue to indulge him by nodding and smiling and scratching behind his ears and chin.

Minho puffs up frustrated sighs everytime.

"Magic exists and I was cursed to turn into a cat, Y/N!"

"Lino, you're demanding more food? You just cleaned out your whole bowl 20 minutes ago." You giggled as the cat seemed to stomp at your reply.

"You didn't put enough and you know I have a big appetite. Oh, and you have to find out how turn me back into a human!"

"Aww, my little kitty is upset, you want some pets?" You scooped up the grumpy cat and placed him on your lap on the couch.

"No, I don't want pets, Y/N! Can't you see that this is your fiancé in front of you?"

He swears it was the cat side of him that immediately calmed down and leaned into you touch when you started to scratch his chin. And it was definitely that same side that pawed at your hand when you stopped.

As his eyes slowly closed in content, a picture frame on the side table caught his attention. It was a picture of you and him.

Minho sits up immediately and leaps to the picture. "Here, here!" He points at the picture of himself and then his cat body.

You stand in shock, looking at the picture of you and your fiance. "You're right, Lino..." Minho felt like he could leap in joy at your response.

"I should call him... it's been almost a week since we last spoke."

He meows in protest, but it was too late as you already went ahead and grabbed your phone.

Minho remembers that he left his luggage and phone in his office when he drove back home to get some of the documents he forgot. His office was completly inaccessible to anyone when he's away and his phone was in silent mode.

Of course no one was gonna answer you. But you didn't know that. Minho stares at you in frustration first, still not being able to effectively communicate with you.

But as he looks up at you again, the faint expression of excitement replaced with slow defeat as you call goes to voicemail, his eyes soften from that of annoyance to... he doesn't know.

But he doesn't like that look on your beautiful face.

"Hey, my love, just calling in to check on you. I'm sure you must be busy, but I want you to know that I really miss you, okay?" Despite your mood shifting when he didn't answer, you tried to keep your voice happy, unaware of the knowing look from the cat beside you.

He listens intently at your words. "Take care of yourself and don't skip on sleep or meals. Okay, I love you... c-call me when you can."

You end your message, looking back at the cat with a smile that held back the emotion in your eyes. "Well, that could've have gone better."

"He's busy, you know? And every second of his day is important." You sigh, leaning into the couch cushions and closing your eyes. "Can't expect him to be thinking of me too when he's already got so much on his mind."

Minho thinks he could spare a call and maybe a few texts, just so he doesn't ever get to see that solemn look on your face.

He gets back up on your lap, cuddling into your stomach, and for the first time since he came in, he stays quiet, purring softly as if to comfort you.

You look down at him and smile, "Thank you, honey, I needed that."

...

Your heart never rests, and everyday you did the same thing, calling him and never getting answered, leaving a voice message that never seems to be heard. Minho sticks by your side each time, and your glad that you have a companion that cuddles up to after each disappointing call.

His little cat heart begins to ache a bit. He shouldn't have gotten used to it, to shrugging off your missed calls, to replying late to your messages, to not being there. Not when your lips turn into a frown that he had the privilege of usually never seeing before because he actually made you happy back then.

He made you happy back then...

But now? He can't even see what he makes you feel because he's never there.

And when he's here... he's a stinking cat!

You wipe your tears before they make it past your cheeks, looking at the lack of any reply on your phone. The ring on your finger glimmers beside your phone, reminding you of the promise of marriage that never seems to come.

Minho's cat eyes find the same ring, and a guilty feeling consumes him. That ring, it looks out of place on you finger, and he knows why.

...

Two weeks.

He's supposed to be home today.

Yet still no reply.

Lino has calmed down now, no more meowing fit and screaming in your face or trying to make you understand, though he still does have some weird behavior like using the toilet instead of the cat litter you bought him, tucking himself next to you in bed like a human, going into Minho's office and just staring at the papers on his desk. And for a cat, he's awfully afraid of heights.

No matter how much of an odd cat he is, you have to admit that without him, you would have been in a depressive spiral trying to contact Minho. You've been left hanging for so long that you actually started to get worried that something may have happened to him.

"I should call his assistant, right? Something might have happened and he couldn't contact me." The cat bounced from his loaf position, walking eagerly to you.

"That's a great idea! Then they'll tell you that I didn't make it to my trip and I'm missing."

"Okay, here I go." The phone rings and soon his assitant picks up.

"Hello, you are calling Lee Corp. How may I help you?"

"Hi, I was just wondering if there's any news on Minho over there. If he's okay and whatnot."

"Oh." The voice at the other line seem to turn snarky as she realizes who you are. "Ms. Y/N, if Mr. Lee is not responding to you, then he must be very busy and has no time to check his phone."

Minho's head turns, he's never heard his assistant speak in such a condescending voice, especially not to his fiancé.

"There's no need to worry, Ms. Y/N, the team and I take good care of him, so your worry is not needed. I'm sure Mr. Lee is fine, and you should not bother contacting him because it might interfere with his important business."

Minho leaps to you lap, grumbling and hissing at your phone speaker. "What the hell are you saying?"

"Wait... can you call him for me? I just need to talk to him..." You pleaded, but you're met with a scoff.

"Ms. Y/N, there's no need for a call, Mr. Lee will be home soon and you can continue to cling to him as you please." The assistant hangs up at that, making you stare at your phone in disbelief.

Minho too was stunned by the sheer unprofessionalism of his assistant, he wishes he could have said something to defend you, to let you know that he won't let her speak to you like that.

Though for you, that call was a shot to your heart more than anything, inflating your insecurities as you stare at your reflection on the screen.

He doesn't need you, you are only a bother to him, you cling to him while he tries to move forward. Maybe that's why he's so miserable in your relationship.

Tears start to quietly fall from your eyes as you let your thoughts take over you. Minho immediately paws at your face, but you avoid it, hugging your legs and crying into your knees, keeping yourself hidden from his gaze.

You feel his paws at your side, his body trying to snuggle closer to you, but no matter how much you try to appreciate it, no amount of comfort can make you feel better right now.

...

It was another rainy night, still no sign of Minho despite him supposedly coming home today.

You prepared Lino's dinner, but he seemed far too anxious to eat.

He can't eat when he sees you constantly looking at your phone with a deep thought, typing up something only to delete it later.

He wonders what could be in your mind, you might be mad at him, he understands. He also wonders if he's ever gonna turn back to human, or is he just forced to watch as you begin to believe that he has left you with no explanation.

Your phone starts to ring, and he immediately bolts to your side on the kitchen counter.

You're calling him again, and he hates that he can't answer, that he can't make up some excuse so you don't have to believe that he's ignoring you on purpose.

Unsurprisingly, it goes to voicemail. You sigh heavily, as if bracing yourself to let it all out on a recording that you're not even sure he's gonna listen to. He does the same, his heart pounding at what you could possibly say to him.

"Hey, Minho, I don't know if you're getting my messages, if you are, I don't even know if you bother to listen to them."

"I wanted to talk to you about us, and what I've been feeling."

Minho's eyes never falter from your dishearted figure.

"I haven't heard from you this entire two weeks, and honestly, I haven't heard much this past few months."

"I know, I'm sorry, my love."

"And I know it's unfair to demand your attention when you're already so busy, but I... I-I just wanted to see you more, and for you to see me too." You try to contain your sobs, hoping to let out more words before your an incoherent mess.

"You deserve my attention, and so much more."

"I have loved you since we were in high school, and more and more every single day after that."

"I feel the same way..."

"But maybe your love isn't the same as mine anymore. Maybe you grew tired."

"Please don't say that..."

"A-And that's why I feel like I should let you go."

"Please don't let me go..."

"I want you to be happy, Minho, to find someone that you can love wholeheartedly. To love your past, present, and make your future beautiful."

"That's you, Y/N."

"Please know that I do still love you and-" *beep*

*Voicemail has exceeded the time limit.*

"God I hate you too..."

Minho looks up at you, his cat eyes glossy. He wishes for you to keep going, to let it out and let him hear all of his wrongdoings.

"I hate you for promising me that I'll be marrying the love of my life, I hate you for ignoring me when all I wanted was to love you, I hate you for taking away the Minho I fell in love with for a decade. I hate you for making me love you no matter how much it hurts me."

Your phone lays flat on the counter, catching your tears as you cry your message into the air.

"I just wish you're here right now... so you would know how much it hurts."

"I'm here..." He meows at your sorrow, head down in shame.

The sound of metal hitting marble catches his ear, and in the next second he sees your figure returning to your room, while beside him, your ring wobbles slightly before it lands flatly right in front of his face.

...

It took two hours before the sobs from your room has calmed down, two hours before the storm outside picked up to accompany thunder. Two hours and he stays planted in his place.

Minho silently stared at the ring on the counter, his eyes trained on it as if it was a threat. He lays on the counter semi-loaf, paws under his chin as he stares unblinking at the ring.

Stupid ring. Ugly, meaningless, basic. That's what he thinks of it.

You derserve better, not just the first thing he saw when he went into the jewelry store. He got a random ring, proposed to you on a random day, and treated it like it meant nothing.

He did it because he was scared, he saw the way you started looking so down months ago, he saw how you no longer lit up the way you did around him, he saw the space between you expanding and he couldn't have that.

He was scared to lose you, so he proposed. And the way you lit up again ten times brighter brought him a sense of security.

Candles eventually burn out and he saw that even after getting a ring, you never escaped the emptiness that haunted your relationship.

It's his fault, for working himself to death, for acting like his work was his life, for thinking that one gesture is all it takes to make you happy again when all you ever wanted was him.

You deserve better, a better ring, a better fiancé.

Minho whimpers slightly, tears clouding his dilated eyes. He doesn't blink them away, he just stares at the ring as if it led to all of his mishaps.

He designs a ring in his mind, one that isn't just a band with an expensive diamond stuck to it, one with meaning, with designs that capture you and him. He imagines giving it to you on the anniversary of when you agreed to be his girlfriend, under twinkling stars and surrounded by fireflies, on the hill he took you to have a chilly night picnic. You would scream yes and he would almost roll down the hill in full excitement.

Instead he proposed in your bedroom while you were getting ready for bed. You still cried, you still smiled so happily and kissed him in fervor. He knows that no matter what, you would be grateful, but he beats himself up for not even making an effort.

And now you're slipping away...

You emerge from the bedroom, still with bloodshot eyes, but no longer hiccuping sobs. "Lino, still didn't eat, honey?" You scratch under his ear, and only then did he close his eyes to lean in to your touch.

Minho looks up at you, "I love you, Y/N..." He mutters the most heartfelt meows you've ever heard from a cat. It's a shame you can't understand him.

You sigh, seeing from the still full cat bowl that the cat did not really feel like eating. You slowly lift him off the counter, craddling him in your arms. "How about we just go to bed now and then you can have a big breakfast?"

He hums as he snuggles into your embrace, and you smile at how he seems to really understand you. His heart aches at how beautiful your heart is, how it's always been, because he feels as if he doesn't deserve to be in your arms.

You lay in bed, placing him on top of your chest. He loafs on you, and you both quietly stare at each other.

"Tomorrow, we're gonna go to my mom's house. And we're gonna stay there for a while..." He sees a packed suitcase placed by the closet, the closet just open enough for him to see the lack of your clothes in there.

He also notices the missing items around the room that you would normally keep in there own places. Other than your presence, you completly wiped the room of you.

"Don't go..." He gently meows at you, eyes once again filling with tears.

"Are you crying, honey?" You asked worriedly, knowing you're not getting a response. "Why are your eyes so sad, my sweet kitty?" You pet him gently, heart aching at the sight of the glossy eyed cat.

"Don't leave me..."

You think that maybe he's attched to your home and he doesn't want to leave. "It's okay, honey, you'll always be with me."

"I should've been... I should always be with you..."

His meows sounded like painful whispers, eluding to a feeling you can't quite understand from him. You press a kiss on his nose, comforting the seemingly distressed cat.

Thundet roars outside, and a flash of light appears to blind the entire room.

"Don't leave me..."

You breathe heavily, your eyes wide.

"Minho?"

Lino the cat was gone and suddenly it was Minho on top of you, legs in between yours while his face hides in the crook of your neck. You feel his tears warm on your skin as he exhales sobs against you.

He expects you to push him off, to berate him and leave right now, he clings on tightly just in case.

But instead, he feels one hand brushing through his hair and another soothing his back. "There there, my love, it's okay..."

And because it's you saying it, he believes it.

...

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"The lightning turned me into a cat and I was trying to tell you for two weeks but you couldn't understand me." Minho was tucked under the blanket after changing from his suit to his nightwear, looking at you with boba eyes as you sit on the edge of the bed.

"So you're Lino?" He nods at your question.

Your heart drops, he has seen you moping and hurting and even breaking down. "That's why you weren't answering my calls?" He nods again.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..." He lifts his hand from beneath the blanket to hold your hand. "Not just about these two weeks, but every single day I made you feel neglected. We promised each other that we'd always be there, and I got so used to you always being here when I come home, I forgot to be here for you when I am home. I was consumed by work, by always trying to be on top, but I forgot that all of this... was for us, for my dream future with you."

Tears stain both of your cheeks, and though Minho was never fond of talking about feelings or getting too serious, he finds that talking to you and you finally understanding him was a huge privilege.

"Minho... I dreamed everyday of our future, and I can't imagine myself still being here while you work yourself to death and-"

"I know, and I won't do that, not anymore. Not when my favorite person is always home waiting for me. I can't imagine a future without you, Y/N, you're all I've ever loved about life..." He sits up, caressing your hand with both of his, feeling your fingers.

"I-I'm sorry I took off the ring, Minho..."

"No... I should be sorry, for giving you a crappy ring in a crappy proposal..." He sighs, remembering the lack of thought in a supposedly meaningful event.

"I was crying happy tears that night..."

"But you deserve better, and I need to deserve you again, if you would have me."

You smile slightly. "I want to have you... but maybe not with a ring right now..."

He nods frantically. "I'll take that, besides, I need more months to plan my next proposal." You giggled as he wipes away the last of your tears. "For now... let me focus on spending more time with you, like we used to.

"I'd like that..." You reply, right as he stomach grumbles, signaling his hunger. "I told you to eat, Lino."

Minho chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Can we eat now?"

You hum, leading him out of the bed and into the kitchen.

What you didn't expect was a tuxedo cat on your kitchen counter, the engagement ring in its mouth as it looks surprised at you two.

It hurried to escape through the slightly ajar back door. "What was that?" You stood in shock, looking at the window to see that the cat has jumped the fence.

"Maybe it was for the best. I already have a ring idea in my mind, anyway."

Seven months later, he brought you to the hill, just as he imagined, got down on one knee and proposed to you with a ring with diamonds placed in the shape of a cat's paw.

And it took another five months to plan the wedding because it turns out he was a lot more particular than you were gonna be.

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[narcjsistx]

please I have such a good request that I think is funny. After chapter 307, imagine Reader asks Sae if they can buy a pet bunny and he instantly tells her no, and she’s asking why not and he’s like “ No 😐🥀” but like, crack. It can be smau or fic I FEEL IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY THO

i usually don't make written fic requests, only smau ones, but this one really made me laugh. so here we are guys

✶ 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

it felt strange to have SAE ITOSHI at home for more than three days in a row — strange, but definitely pleasant. the spanish tour had just ended with great results, and that gave him the chance to finally relax a little, in the quiet of his home

it was nice to actually be able to hug him, and not just send a message he’d only read hours later in his hotel room. it was even nice just to spend time together in the same room, too

sae genuinely thought these days would be the best of the month — finally free to train only when he truly felt like it, and most of all, finally able to spend time with you after months of random flights for equally random, short-lived visits

he thought the days would pass by peacefully, with you

big mistake, sae itoshi.

"babe, can you watch the video i sent you?"

"okay. which one of the last... fortytwo?"

it wasn’t anything new to see that many videos waiting when he opened your chat. it was a habit you had since the very beginning of the relationship, and honestly, he didn’t mind it

"you’re not funny! it’s not fortytwo, c'mon..."

"fortysix."

"... just watch the last seven"

opening the chat, the number of bunnies that appears before his eyes is disgustingly disgusting. he sees all kinds: short fur, long fur, white, black, brown, long ears, short ears. his throat tightens almost automatically as he looks up — only to find you already standing in front of him with your phone in hand, with that face that, ever since you two got together, has never once been told no. he sighs bored, as you throw yourself down next to him on the couch, holding your phone right up to his face. instinctively he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer — but he’d throw that bunny on your screen as far away from him as humanly possible

"look how cute it is! it’s looking for a home, it’s up for adoption at the center near our hom—"

"absolutely not."

you turn surprised, lowering the screen slightly. you press your lips together like you’ve just received the worst news of your life, and sae already regrets having answered so coldly. it’s just that he can’t understand how such a cute animal could have the name of a jerk — the ultimate jerk, the very ultimate jerk

"... you don’t like bunnies?"

oh, he’d definitely like them more if they didn’t remind him so much of that barcha jerk — so jumpy and damn tall. sae clears his throat, moving the screen away from his face

"i don’t like bunnies"

"why? they’re so innocent, they don’t need much attention, and im home most of the time anyway"

"i don’t like them because they’re messy, they smell, they pee everywhere, and they ruin dreams that have nothing to do with them—"

"... i don’t think they do that?"

sae raises an eyebrow, then runs a hand through his hair — just to calm himself down a little. you look at him with that look, the one that’s been his downfall for years now. suddenly, your face is replaced by iglesias’s, and for a moment, sae is completely speechless. only when your actual face comes back into view he let out a sigh of relief, a very long one

"i just don’t think it’s the right pet for us, considering my job and the fact that you want to start university. don’t you think maybe... i don’t know, a dog would be a better choice?"

"but i want a bunny"

"yeah, and i’d like to be a striker, but things don’t always go the way we want"

"i don’t see how that has anything to do with what i said..."

"im just telling you to listen to me, trust me. bunnies are evil"

you give him a bit of a look, then slump against his shoulder with a pout. sae starts running his fingers through your hair, fully aware that maybe — just maybe — he’s won this battle, a battle harder than the one against barcha a few months ago

"i already had a list of names ready"

sae sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. the gesture doesn’t quite erase your pout, but your eyebrows are furrowed just a little less. hearing the list can’t possibly cause another mental breakdown… right?

"alright, let’s hear it. what were you thinking?"

"OKAY SO… since we’re in spain, i thought of a spanish name. everyone gives their pets human names, but i want to stand out… with building names. i was thinking of… catedral, colegio, cine, estadio... maybe even tienda, iglesia—"

oh, no bunny will ever cross the threshold of this house as long as sae is alive. neither human nor animal

[strawberrynightmere]

Fearless Manager [Part 2]

[Part 1]

TW⚠️: canon divergence and honestly I don't know what else to put.

A/n: In one day the first part blew up... like that was too fast.

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Right now, you are double-checking the stage for the boys' debut. So far, nothing was out of place, you'd have to thank Jelly later for doing an amazing job.

"All good. Now those guys should be here... in five- no four minutes." Guess there is some time to spare.

But several minutes pass and they're still not here. "Darn... you assign them something simple and they choose to be late." Looking around, trying to find those candy colored boys. And then you spot them coming from a narrow street.

Once they got to you did you ask.

"What took you guys so long?"

Jinu tried to play it off, badly so. "It doesn't matter, we're here now!" You just stared at him until he finally admitted it. "Abby lost the buttons and needed them fixed."

You lean to the side to see Abby with his shirt open, he looks one blond wig away from looking like he was gonna pose for a romance novel cover. "So you just gave up?"

Jinu turned where you were looking and then turned back with an awkward smile. You didn't let him talk, just motioned for Abby to come over to you as you pulled out a little box of safety pins from your bag and used them to close his shirt, making sure the pins weren't visible.

"Just for your information, a muscle shirt can have the same effect without it being a safety hazard."

Abby didn't reply, he just stared down at you, and a glint of gold could be seen in his eyes.

"Alright, you guys goofed around long enough, now get this performance over and done with, you're all behind on schedule."

You chase them all onto the stage and then go backstage.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Wow...

The debut went swimmingly. The song was catchy, the dancing was good, and the people were eating it up. Pretty sure you saw popcorn flying everywhere... which was weird.

Anyway, Jinu announced they will be guests on that game show tonight and then they disappeared in a puff of pink smoke.

They can do that?

Wait. Did they just ditch you?

"Almost forgot our manager." Abby wrapped his arms around you and picked you up off the ground. Then your vision is covered by pink smoke.

When the smoke cleared you were back in your apartment, where the rest of them were. A moment passes and you realized something.

"If you guys can teleport, why didn't you do it instead of coming late?"

Silence...

Makes you wonder if they forgot they could do that or if they just couldn't be bothered to do it. You're not gonna bother with it.

"Okay, time to- Abby, put me down." You almost forgot that he was holding. Only when your feet touched the ground did you continue. "Thanks. Now, what was I gonna say?"

"You got the rest of the day off?" Romance asked, already wanting to laze around.

"No, that doesn't sound right. Oh, right, the game show!" Four out of five of them groan and you take a look at the time. "We have time for a break, don't worry about it." That was followed by sighs of relief.

Seriously? These guys only did one performance and they're acting like they were on a three-day hike.

You're starting to think this wasn't worth the favor.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Skip to the game show, you were again backstage, watching as the boys were struggling for their afterlives to drink all the hot sauce and not pass out, it was funny.

Suddenly someone bumped into you.

"Oh! Sorry-"

"It's all good-"

Both of you are cut off mid-sentence when you realized who it was.

"It's you."

You said in unison. It was that girl from last night, this time she was wearing a black leather outfit. Another girl with twin buns peaks out behind her.

"You know her Rumi?"

So her name was Rumi.

She tried to form an explosion, badly so, tripping and repeating her words, to which that girl and another tall girl with pink hair, narrowed their eyes at her in confusion.

"We've bumped into each other by accident." Technically speaking, it wasn't incorrect, just too complicated for an explanation.

Your phone vibrates, it's an incoming call.

"I gotta take this. It was nice to see you again miss."

And then you walked away. Not noticing that Jinu was secretly watching you, or that Rumi wanted to stop you.

When you were pretty sure you were somewhere private, did you answer the video call.

"Is it on yet Jelly?"Gwi-ma asked, even though you see purple flames on the screen, you knew he wasn't looking.

"She answered! She already answered, look!" Jelly's voice comes from the background. You let out a small snort when the accent demon finally noticed you onscreen.

"Hi, old man. What's the situation?"

"Just wanted to check up on how the plan is unfolding."

"Can't you see through the other demons?"

"You got me! I wanted to see how you were doing. They're not causing you any trouble, are they?"

He sounded like a parent, checking up on their adult child who just moved out.

"Um. No! No trouble at all. It's only day one, so no complaints can be drawn."

So you continued your conversation, not knowing the shenanigans that are being pulled on stage.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Are you kidding me. Again?" You say when you find out when the Saja Boys dipped on you, again.

"That's it! They can teleport. I'm going home."

Such a tiring job this is.

A/n: This could've been longer, but I procrastinated too much.

[vxnillabxn]

Hiii, MOOTIE,

It's me again back with another request. It's a bit of a silly one but how would the main 5 react to a reader who's always sleepy no matter what like they can sleep anywhere, and their thirst for sleep is never quenched and they're always clingy when sleepy. (This request is brought to you by eepy Rumi who is always sleepy but can never sleep ON time) 😪

Luv you!! Please take care of yourself!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy, just a tiny bit suggestive! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚HI, HI, HI! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ loved this request. ALSO, i'm sorry in advance. i'm in that time of the month when i feel ultra lovey-dovey and affectionate, and i just... i love the idea of a very clingy, affectionate —and sleepy— reader/MC! hope you enjoy! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he is used to it. in fact, he makes sure every corner in both your place and his has a blanket or, at least, a few pillows for when you feel like taking a nap.

﹙♡﹚he'll relocate you to his arms if you fall asleep, though. when you wake up and notice his strong chest pressed against your back, don't ask questions. don't ask yourself how you got there. just embrace it.

﹙♡﹚he won't admit what he did, because you should already know where —and with whom— you should sleep, pips. he was only reminding you.

﹙♡﹚he lets you snooze everywhere. if you feel like sleeping during a date, he'll lend his shoulder without ever getting mad. if you feel like dozing off when you two are taking a shower, he'll carry you and take care of everything else.

﹙♡﹚and he always does it so easily, as if it were second nature to him. his gaze is full of love and devotion, and he takes care of every single detail so you can sleep soundly without anything bothering you at all.

﹙♡﹚he'll also carry you around if he has things to do, trailing your cheeks with sneaky, soft pecks so you know he's with you, even in your sleep.

﹙♡﹚he can tell exactly how many minutes you have left before falling asleep. he notices the number of yawns, your slow blinks, the way your body sways softly… and he just counts down, always guessing exactly when you drift off.

﹙♡﹚he makes you sleepy on purpose, too. soft whispers, tender caresses on those spots he knows you love, sweet talking… because you get oh so clingy.

﹙♡﹚and he loves when you rub your cheek against his arm, mumbling incoherently when he asks you questions.

﹙♡﹚”is my sweet baby too sleepy to think, hm?” —jesus christ— you only manage to nod, barely registering his words as he keeps spoiling you with light, feathered touches.

﹙♡﹚and he doesn't stop until you fall asleep again, and you return to his safe, warm embrace.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he was a bit sad at first, because you were always yawning when being with him, or when he was talking to you.

﹙♡﹚he thought you were bored of him, and after confronting you about it, he finally realized… you're just very sleepy. always.

﹙♡﹚with that established, he actually carries you in his arms like a longtime lover, gazing at you dramatically whenever you start falling asleep in his presence.

﹙♡﹚”oh, my love�� must you abandon me so soon?” —and yeah, you do. you drift off in his arms, because they are so comfortable, and he smells so good.

﹙♡﹚he makes you straddle his lap as he paints. after all, he doesn't make much noise when he paints by himself, and having your heartbeat beating close to his is one of the best feelings ever.

﹙♡﹚also, he loves being the first thing you see when you wake up, or the last thing you see before sleeping. why? simple.

﹙♡﹚it's because you get extra clingy. you hug him, rub your noses together, whisper sweet things you don't even remember because you're just so… sleepy.

﹙♡﹚you also ask him to take a nap with you, and no matter how busy he is, he always takes you to your shared bed and holds you close.

﹙♡﹚during your free days, he's truly impressed by how many hours you can sleep…

﹙♡﹚and when you wake up and need some more naps during the day? my, he might as well stay all day in bed with you if that means having your attention somehow.

﹙♡﹚so try to give him the attention he needs before going on your sleeping marathons, please. he'll beg if he has to, but don't make him… no matter how tempting that is.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚there shall be no noise to disturb his beloved's slumber, nor their sleepy state.

﹙♡﹚…poor kieran and luke have to flee every room you enter, because you're likely to fall asleep everywhere, and sylus requests silence for you to rest.

﹙♡﹚he is so fond of you, truly. he doesn't even mind when you start yawning in the middle of a conversation. the fact that you feel so comfortable and safe around him that you get sleepy makes him feel warm inside.

﹙♡﹚when your eyelids feel heavy, and he notices you're about to fall asleep, he'll softly pat his lap.

﹙♡﹚and he loves when you actually climb on top of him, hug him loosely, and smile with your eyes closed.

﹙♡﹚and if you kiss him and fall asleep with your lips pressed softly against his? heaven. he stays there just to savor the moment before pulling you against his chest and letting you rest.

﹙♡﹚he also takes care of everything for you while you sleep. you had work to do? he'll handle it. you had to run some errands? absolutely not, forget about it, kitten.

﹙♡﹚he wants your pretty mind to have the best dreams and a good rest —so maybe you won't feel that sleepy when you wake up.

﹙♡﹚because he'll also want you awake. he wants to hear your voice, your laughter, he wants to playfully tease you, and he can't do so when you're asleep.

﹙♡﹚if you sleep for too many hours, he'll wake you up so you can eat, and also to ask if he can change you into more comfy clothes.

﹙♡﹚after all, he wants to see your eyes when he asks for permission, because you get flustered every single time… and he can't see that lovely reaction when you sleep.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚uh… this isn't good, at all. two chronic sleepers? who will wake up the other when it gets late? who will wake the other with warm, fresh breakfast?

﹙♡﹚oh well, xavier doesn't mind. he loves it. he adores sharing something he loves so much with you, so he'll encourage your sleeping habits! —he is worse.

﹙♡﹚he gets excited when you yawn; the same way a pup gets excited when hearing the words “walk” or “treat.”

﹙♡﹚because that means you're sleepy, and you'll soon come looking for him.

﹙♡﹚and he waits… and waits… until you approach him, squeeze his cheeks, and kiss his puckered lips lazily, over and over again.

﹙♡﹚”xav… nap?” you'd simply ask. ah, he loves that magic word. he'd smile and guide you down on the couch with him, lying you on top of him and covering your bodies with a warm blanket.

﹙♡﹚and you two drift off to sleep for one, two… seven, eight… ten, eleven— infinite hours. the first to wake up has to lovingly wake up the other. that's the rule.

﹙♡﹚if he does first, he'll kiss you awake, caressing your hair, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your jawline, whispering for you to abandon the dream realm's warmth and embrace his instead.

﹙♡﹚and if you wake up first… you hold him even closer and smooch his lips before napping again.

﹙♡﹚because the rule never states you two have to stay awake as well. you did your part, and you deserve to rest more.

﹙♡﹚and he is more than happy to stay all day like this with you, because he's certain you two share dreams now with how often and how close you sleep together.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚concerned. he's concerned. is there an underlying condition? maybe the external heat is too much for your body to bear? or, on the contrary, is it too cold for you?

﹙♡﹚he kindly asks you to take tests, and after his gentle pleas and genuine concern, you do. nothing weird comes back, fortunately.

﹙♡﹚with that out of the way, he'll be visibly amused whenever he sees you dozing off in the weirdest places; at the arcade, while waiting for him to get plushies for you… or in the bathroom, after brushing your teeth.

﹙♡﹚he will carry you to a proper place for you to rest, and if you're at his office, he'll install a bigger couch for you to sleep comfortably.

﹙♡﹚he usually is too busy to sleep as much as you do, but those days when he's finally free, he has many options in store for the both of you.

﹙♡﹚if you feel energized enough, he'll take you out on dates. if you feel like sleeping, he'll bring two orthopedic pillows for the both of you. posture is important.

﹙♡﹚though, the pillows lay forgotten on the floor a couple of minutes later, because you shift so much, and you get so needy before going to sleep.

﹙♡﹚you kiss him, nuzzle against him, rub your cheeks together as if you were two cats, asking him to nap with you.

﹙♡﹚sure, you could definitely nap by yourself, because you're about to drift off any minute now… but even in your sleepy state, you ask for him. you want him close.

﹙♡﹚and he obviously gives in, pulling you to his chest, and shifting around with you until you two rest peacefully under the messy covers.

﹙♡﹚and deep down, he really needs this. you unconsciously force him to rest with you, and the weight from the work overload makes him sleep just as much as you do. you're definitely his angel, without even trying to be.

[ddixonsangel]

𖥔 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓 & 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𖥔

𐔌 Redneck Spicy Pork Rinds 𐦯

[ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 + 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞 ]

𖥔 pairing : 「 daryl dixon x fem!reader 」 + merle dixon .ᐟ

𖥔 contains : fluff. unlimited chaos supply from merle. failed attempt at humor. ridiculous snack obsession. lots of spicy pork rinds. merle being merle.

𖥔 warnings & triggers : merle (enough to be a warning). strong language. a mention of sex. mild-threats of violence. sarcasm. chaotic energy. i’ll avoid writing one warning just because i don't wanna spoil the end. porn magazines mention.

𖥔 setting : small-town in georgia, pre-apocalypse.

𖥔 word count : 2.9k

summary : you and daryl are having the laziest, sweetest couch day ever until Merle storms in like a hurricane, declaring a spicy pork rind emergency of biblical proportions. suddenly, you find yourself on a chaotic snack-hunting road trip all over town, judging Merle, scowling with Daryl, and questioning the life choices you've taken that had led you to this point.

It had been a miracle of a day—one of those rare moments when Daryl wasn’t working on Merle’s busted truck or out in the woods hunting. You had come over with the promise of finally spending some alone time with your boyfriend, since you hadn’t seen him in days.

You were both lying on the couch, snuggled up together. Your head was tucked under his chin, nuzzling softly at the warm, bare skin of his neck. His rough fingertips were lazily brushing up and down your arm, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around your waist.

You let out a soft, blissful sigh. Nothing felt better than the steady rise and fall of his chest, and his heartbeat slow and strong under your ear.

A shitty old action film was playing on the TV — the kind where every car exploded for no reason. You weren’t even paying attention, too busy enjoying Daryl’s warmth and the scratch of his stubble every time he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“ya comfy, sweetheart?” he mumbled against your hair, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with the sweet scent of your shampoo.

“you don’t know how much,” you giggled, lifting your head to peck his lips softly.

He didn’t waste a second, immediately deepening the kiss and sliding his tongue past your lips until you had to pull away for air.

You leaned in again, eager to pick up where you left off, when suddenly—

BANG!

The trailer door slammed open so violently the whole place shook and it made you both jump apart instantly.

“Oh, please. Dun let my lovely presence interrupt whatever cheesy shit y’all were doin’,” Merle scoffed as he stomped toward the trailer’s tiny kitchen. “Ain’t like I haven’t seen y’all fuckin’ like heated bunnies before, lovebirds.”

Your face flared red, and you immediately buried it against Daryl’s chest in horror. That embarrassing incident is something you definitely don't want to remember anymore. You still couldn’t look at his eyes without blushing furiously at the memory of what he witnessed.

Daryl felt you tense and let out a frustrated growl, tightening his hold on you protectively.

“Get the hell out, Merle. Ya said ya’d be workin’ or off lookin’ for that dumbass moonshine. We don’t need ya comin’ in here runnin’ yer mouth,” he snapped.

Merle started rummaging through the cabinets and shelves, leaving them wide open and tossing cans and boxes onto the floor like a raccoon on meth.

“Can’t kick me outta my own damn house, y’know… Uh— Where the hell are they?! I know they were here last time…” he muttered under his breath.

You frowned, watching his desperate, almost crazed way of tearing the place apart.

“What is he doin’?” you whispered into Daryl’s ear, shifting slightly to get a better look.

Daryl just sighed like your question alone had ruined his day even further.

“Dunno, baby. And trust me — better if we don’t,” Daryl muttered, rubbing your side as if to calm himself down.

Merle continued tossing cans and boxes everywhere, cursing under his breath.

“They gone! What the fuck kinda house don’t got an emergency stash’a pork rinds?! I swear I saw ‘em here last time!” He slammed a cabinet door shut and started pacing like a madman.

You groaned, lifting your head to glare at Daryl with exasperation. He just rolled his eyes, then slowly moved you off him so he could sit up.

“The hell ya talkin’ ‘bout?” he practically grunted.

“They gone! They fuckin’ gone!” Merle spun around to face his little brother, his expression wild. “Can’t ya get it, baby brother?! Ain’t no more spicy pork rinds left, and I been cravin’ ‘em all goddamn day!”

“Merle, it’s pork rinds. You're acting like someone stole your life savings,” you snarked, crossing your arms.

“Ya dun get it! Them spicy pork rinds are more precious than gold, woman!” Merle practically barked. “They’re worth billions of dolars!”

You rubbed your temple with your fingers, already feeling a headache coming on. Still, you tried to offer a solution.

“I think I saw some regular ones in the pantr—”

“HELL NAH!” Merle cut you off harshly, looking utterly offended. He froze in place like you’d suggested feeding him poison. “Why’d ya offer that shit?! I want the spicy ones! The real ones! Burn-yer-guts-out spicy! Ain’t no use eatin’ that plain crap you talkin’ ‘bout!”

But before you could call him asshole, Daryl shot up, already looking like he was two seconds from throwing Merle through the door.

“Then get yer ass out there and buy some, Merle! Ain’t like ya don’t got legs!”

“They outta stock! Said they won’t restock ‘til next month!” Merle yelled, running both hands through his hair in pure desperation.

“Then go t’ another damn store! Leave us the hell alone!” Daryl barked, stepping forward threateningly.

“What if spicy pork rinds got banned, huh?” you jumped in, voice dripping sarcasm. “Maybe they’re illegal now. Maybe cops saw how you get when you don’t have a bag of them and decided to ban their production.”

Merle froze, staring at you like you’d just spoken the secrets of the universe. “Holy shit… y’think they’d do that?!”

“No”.

Daryl let out a bark of laughter despite himself.

“She’s messin’ with ya, dumbass,” he snorted, rubbing his temple.

“No, no—she got a point! It’s them government bastards! They know I love ‘em too much, they tryin’ to break me!” Merle ranted, eyes wild. But then, he physically flinched again, turning to look at you suspiciously

“You! Ya got ‘em!” He literally shouted.

You froze and raised your arms in disbelief, eyebrows shooting up. “What?”

“Ya outta yer fuckin’ mind or somethin’?!” Daryl shot back. “We don’t got nothin’—”

“Yeah ya do!” Merle insisted. “Y’all hidin’ ‘em! I know it! It ain’t the first time y’all done hid shit from me!”

“Merle… seriously. We don’t have any. Why in the hell would we hide pork rinds? We’re literally talkin’ about food.” You tried to reason with him.

Merle stepped back, squinting at both of you like a detective piecing together a conspiracy theory.

“‘Cuz ya know they're ma favourites… this is one’a them dumbass pranks, huh? Y’all got the last bag stashed somewhere!”

“We don’t, Merle! Just fuckin’ get ou—”

“Ya do! Prob’ly hidin’ it under yer bed with them nasty magazines ya read at night!” Merle accused, voice rising even higher.

Your eyes narrowed.

“What magazines?” You snapped your head towards Daryl.

Daryl turned on Merle immediately, looking betrayed.

“Fuck you, Merle! That’s your shit, not mine!”

“Nuh-uh! He lyin’, dollface!” Merle pointed at Daryl dramatically. “He’s hidin’ my pork rinds and them magazines! We victims here!”

“I ain’t hidin’ shit! Quit makin’ up shit in front’a my girl!” Daryl snarled, pushing Merle backward. “Those magazines ain’t mine! They’re his! He’s lyin’! Sweetheart, don’t believe him! Don’t fall for that shit!

“He’s the liar here, dollface,” Merle quickly cut in, pushing Daryl aside so hard he nearly fell to the floor, stepping right up to you. “We’re victims here. Just tell me where he’s hidin’ my beloved pork rinds, and I’ll tell ya everything I know ‘bout him.”

Your wide eyes snapped to Daryl, who stumbled forward.

“You read that kinda magazines?” you asked, your voice somewhere between disbelief and indignation.

“No! ‘Course I don’t —”

“He do, sweetheart. He spends all his money buyin’ them nasty porn mags. Got dozens of ‘em!” Merle added quickly, so sure of himself it almost sounded convincing.

"That's bullshit!" Daryl rushed to you and shoved Merle aside.

Merle stumbled, then shoved back.

“Don’t ya push me! Confess! You hidin’ ‘em with yer crusty mags, admit it!”

You pressed your hand to your forehead, feeling your brain cells dying one by one.

“I can’t believe I’m witnessin’ a redneck episode of Scooby-Doo,” you muttered under your breath.

Merle turned to you again, pointing wildly.

“Ya in on this too! You know where they at! Just tell me, I’ll tell ya all his dirty secrets!”

“I don’t got no secrets!” Daryl cut in, almost shouting now. “She don’t believe ya, Merle! Shut the fuck up!”

“Aw, she believin’ me alright. She seein’ the truth now!” Merle cackled, then suddenly lunged forward and grabbed both your arms, yanking you and Daryl toward the door.

“Wait— the fuck you doin’?!” you yelped, stumbling after him as he dragged you both outside.

"Hey!" Daryl protested. “Ya fuckin’ bastard! Don’t ya ever treat my girl like that, ya hear me?!”

You landed roughly on the front seat, Daryl half-falling on top of you, muttering a rushed, “Shit — sorry, baby,” as he scrambled to steady himself.

Before you could yell at Merle for manhandling you both, he slammed the truck door so hard it smacked Daryl’s ass.

"Ow!" Daryl snapped, glaring daggers at his brother while rubbing his butt. "The fuck's wrong with ya today?!"

He turned to you, scanning you quickly, his voice low and soft.

“Ya okay? He hurt ya, baby?”

“Nope… though he did hurt your ass,” you teased, smirking despite the chaos.

Daryl chuckled, rolling his eyes, but before he could say anything else, Merle climbed into the driver’s seat, grinning like a maniac as he fired up the engine.

“Sorry, baby bro and baby sis-in-law—y’all are comin’ with me! We’re gonna hunt ‘em down. Them pork rinds are out there somewhere!”

Fifteen minutes of driving like you all were being chased by the DEA had passed. Five of those minutes were actual reckless, screeching-around-corners chaos. The rest? You sat stuck, waiting for an old lady to finish crossing the street at snail speed.

Merle was practically vibrating in the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.

Suddenly, he leaned out the window, veins popping in his neck.

“Move it, grandma! This is a pork rind emergency!” he hollered, leaning on the horn like he was auditioning for NASCAR.

The old woman didn’t flinch. Not one bit. She just shuffled along, completely unfazed. You burst into laughter, almost snorting.

Daryl whipped around in his seat, glaring at Merle like he was about to jump across the dash.

“She’s a grandma, man! She probably got them metal hips and all. You yellin’ at her like a goddamn psycho!”

“A psycho who’s hungry!” Merle snapped back, eyes bulging.

“Don’t be a dick,” you chimed in, rolling your eyes.

“I ain’t bein’ a dick! I got a pork rind emergency and she’s blockin’ the damn road!”

“So why don’t ya hop out and help her, jackass?” Daryl finally exploded, throwing his hands up.

Merle actually hesitated, eyes flicking between the old lady and you, like he was calculating his chances of survival.

“I’m… lazy,” he finally muttered, almost sheepishly.

You facepalmed so hard your palm burned.

“Jesus Christ on a bicycle,” you groaned.

Daryl snapped. In a blur, he threw open the door, stomped out, and before either of you could process it — he picked the grandma up and set her down gently on the other side of the street.

You and Merle sat frozen in the truck, jaws dropped.

Daryl slammed back into the seat, huffing.

“Was that so goddamn hard?!”

Merle blinked, mouth half open.

“You weren’t supposed to move her, ya were supposed to help her cross!” you scolded, smacking his arm.

“I did help her cross!” Daryl shot back, totally offended.

“He did,” Merle chimed in, nodding solemnly.

You and Daryl turned in sync to glare at him.

“You don’t get to talk,” you both snapped at the exact same time.

Merle flinched, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“Jesus, kids these days... no respect for their elders,” he muttered, turning back to the wheel.

You kept arguing with Daryl about scaring the poor grandma until suddenly the truck lurched forward so hard you nearly smacked your forehead on the dash.

“Merle! Slow the hell down!” Daryl barked. “What the hell—you tryin’ to kill us all?!”

“Shut up! You think Vin Diesel ever slowed down?! We’re on a mission!” Merle barked back, eyes wild.

“We ain’t in Fast & Furious, we in bumfuck Georgia!” you snapped, lunging for the steering wheel.

Merle shoved your hand away.

“Not today, dollface!” he mocked, pushing you back.

You huffed, arms crossed, glaring at both of them.

“If we get arrested for this, I’m tellin’ the cops you’re both brain dead,” you grumbled.

Daryl snorted, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll blame him first,” he said, jabbing his thumb at Merle.

The next two hours turned into a town-wide scavenger hunt from hell. Store to store, gas station to bait shop—all for a goddamn bag of spicy pork rinds.

First stop: Hank’s Gas Mart. Merle got thrown out by the owner for owing some “mysterious amount of money”—you didn’t even ask.

Second stop: Roger’s Bait & Tackle. No pork rinds since last month.

Third: a real grocery store. Tons of pork rinds, no spicy ones.

After that, you hit the sketchiest roadside station ever, a place that smelled like boiled eggs and sadness. Every time Merle came out empty-handed, cussing and ranting about “weak-ass snack supply” and “dumbass crappy town,” you and Daryl shared a little conspiratorial smirk.

Finally, as you all rattled down the road to the last possible store, you decided to poke the bear.

You leaned toward Merle, raising an eyebrow.

“Okay… but like… what if spicy pork rinds never actually existed? What if it’s just some fever dream you had after too many gas station hot dogs?”

Merle snapped his head around so fast you thought he might break something.

“Don’t you start, girl! I swear on mama’s grave, they’re real! I can taste ‘em right now in my mind—that sweet, spicy burn!”

“You said it: in your mind,” you teased, fighting back a snicker.

Daryl snorted, leaning forward to join the game.

“What if the stores got a protection program for ‘em? Like witness protection for pork rinds.”

Merle scoffed like Daryl had just suggested aliens were real.

“Hell yeah they do! I’m too dangerous for ‘em, that’s why!”

Finally, you pulled into the last crusty-ass gas station. Merle slammed the truck door, marching inside like a man on a death mission.

You and Daryl followed him in just in time to hear the bored cashier drone:

“Sorry, man. Some kid bought the last bag this mornin’.”

Merle’s face turned a shade of purple you’d never seen before.

“A KID?! Who lets their kid eat spicy pork rinds?! That’s child abuse!”

The cashier just shrugged, returning to staring into the void.

Merle pressed up against the counter, almost vibrating.

“Look... we can work this out. You get me a bag, I’ll let ya keep one pork rind. How ‘bout that?”

“Dude. There are no more left,” the cashier deadpanned.

Merle slammed his hands on the counter.

“You sure? You check the back? You better not lie to me, boy—I got pork rind radar!”

“There ain’t.”

Merle clawed at his own face, looking like he was about to combust. He whirled around, scanning the store for any sign of a child to mug.

Daryl grabbed his arm.

“Nah. Don’t even think ‘bout it. We ain’t about to jump a kid over a bag of pork rinds.”

Merle shook him off, ranting.

“You don’t tell me what to do! I’ll find that lil’ shit and—”

“Guys!” You yanked both of them closer, whispering conspiratorially. “Don’t look now, but I think that old lady out there got a bag in her purse. Maybe she's the pork rind smuggler!”

Daryl shot you a look that could kill. You just gave him a big shit-eating grin.

“Better go tackle her,” you dared.

Merle squinted toward the old lady shuffling to her car.

“Don’t tempt me, baby sis. I swear to God, I’ll do it.”

“Enough!” Daryl finally snapped, yanking Merle toward the door and shoving him. “Get in the damn truck before I knock ya out. You too,” he pointed at you, sighing.

With an exaggerated huff, Merle stomped to the truck and slammed the door.

“Don’t think this is over. Next week I’m hittin’ every county fair ‘round here. I’ll find ‘em if it kills me!”

You just cackled as you slid into your seat, exhausted but somehow entertained.

When you finally made it back to the trailer, you practically fell out of the truck, stumbling up the steps. Merle stomped inside still ranting about “snack conspiracies” and “government pork rind cover-ups.”

Daryl slipped his arm around your waist, guiding you to the bedroom with a tired chuckle.

“Ain’t lettin’ him drag us out again,” he muttered, pressing kisses along your throat as he shut the door. “Next time he hollers, we play dead.”

You giggled, tilting your head to give him more room. “Deal.”

Daryl’s laugh rumbled against your skin.

“But right now… I’m gonna have ya all to myself,” he growled softly, eyes dark and hungry.

Without another word, he guided you onto the mattress, crawling over you and sealing his lips to yours.

The next morning, sunlight dragged you out of bed. You shuffled to the kitchen for water, still half asleep.

When you glanced outside, you almost choked on your drink.

Merle had set up a whole black market pork rind stand right outside the trailer. A handwritten sign read:

“SPICY PORK RINDS —RARE AS FUCK— $50 A BAG.”

𖥔 a/n: this doesn't make sense. came up to my mind at three am.

𖥔 a/n: dividers by me ‹𝟹

[daithedune]

Clark Kent / Superman Boyfriend Headcannons!

Cw: NSFW at the end (half of it), fluff. Read the nsfw content warnings. Established relationship. English is not my first language btw. Fem!Curvy!Reader!!!!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Clark is a cutie. When he first asked you out, he wasn't shy, but he had that hint of nervousness or responsibility on his shoulders.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he is the definition of chivalry. He's opening doors for you, He's giving you his jacket, He's paying for you, He is made for all of this. He's absolutely charming.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He never cared about your weight or your body, but he always thought you were absoluteky stunning. He hugged you as much as he could, you were soft and it only made him melt for you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's a professional hugger. And by that i mean he holds you. It's something almost instinctive, He will go close and hug you from behind, maybe squeezing you a little in the process.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he doesn't notice how he treats you sometimes. He's there just, hugging you, close, and you're so perfect and so soft he just pulls you closer, as close as he can. You feel his broad, toned chest against your plushy body and the way it squeezes on him and he's just about to explode.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes, he will lay his head on your tummy as you watch a movie. He likes it, it's warm and comfortable; and he can feel your scent, so, better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 absolutely Loves tight clothes on you. The way your thighs just seem more thick, more fleshy when you wear those pajama shorts that barely fit you anymore, the way your chest seems bigger with that one bra, he's drooling.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 don't you dare say anything bad about your body. You feel fat? He will give you a hundred reasons why it doesn't matter to him and why you look gorgeous. Your clothes don't fit you anymore? He will say cheeky comments about it. He will look for a way to make you feel good with yourself.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he makes sure you aren't a watcher. He will do anything he sees you yearning. Picking you up? Got it, show you off? He will, a new stupid couple trend you saw up on tiktok? He will do it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and if anyone says anything about your body, he will get serious. He does, and he's even a little scary. He looks at them like he's going to break their neck, then makes some quick comeback that leaves the guy silent. He will also give you a speech on why that guy was wrong and that you're beautiful.

Nsfw ahead.

Cw: Explicit content. Mdni. Explicit descriptions of femsle antomy, oral (f receiving) doggy style mention, brief anal fingering mention, marking and hickeys, tit sucking mention.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he loves to see how everything bounces. He will have you on top, riding him, and he will just smile, seeing with his x-ray what he's doing to you, all of it, at the same time, he enjoys how your tits go up and down with every trust.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's leaving marks. Your hips? Fingerprints. Tits? Hickeys. Tummy? Bites. He's getting his mouth and hands everywhere.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's touchy. If you let him, sometimes you will feel a sneaky hand down your ass, squeezing it softly. Maybe on your tits.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he likes you on top, your weight on him as you have your soft breasts on his face. He will kiss, suck, everything. He loves it.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 in between your thighs? He loves it. He's a MUNCH. This man will love those pillows around him, he's chewing on them, he loves it, he loves to kiss your intimate labia as he has that softness surrounding him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 eatingit from the backkkkk he's doing it, he can get on those cheeks and softly mouth at them as he eats you from the back, ass up face down and he's fucking you doggy after.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ah yeah, speaking about that, he loves how your ass jiggles at his thrusts, he's grabbing it and jiggling it with his hands, maybe he even gets a finger or two on your asshole just to experiment.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Aftercare king. He's attentive, he's affectionate, he will do anything you need. He will make sure you're warm, he'll put on a movie you like or maybe some chill music, maybe a bath if it's necessary and if he was too rough he will make sure to caress and kiss every single part of your body.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 finally, he will make sure you're asleep first and just then, he will turn off the tv, put everything aside and lastly turn the lights off, cuddling besides you, and hugging you like a plushie. He loves you and, he's grateful you love him too.

a/n: Guess who knows NOTHING about dc. This is the firdt dc movie i watch in AGESSSSSS stawppp. Btw i love him pls david!Clark let me carry your child

[horny-marbles]

can you tell us, what are the creeps ideal types? personality, body type, fashion, etc! 🖤❤️

yes i can 🙂‍↕️ i'll try to keep this as short as i can because i always get carried away lmfao

jack:

personality wise, he'd gravitate towards someone that resembles him in the ways that matter — someone that doesn't start shit but finishes it, quiet and self aware, a critical thinker, collected, stuff like that. but he'd appreciate gentle patience (even if he'd never expect anyone to wait for him to come out of his shell, it would be his undoing) and a positive view on life, opening his eyes (haha) to the details that make a shitty situation not so shitty

he doesn't have a preferred body type, flesh is flesh and if you put your trust in him to handle you despite his nature, that's all that matters. he does love some meat to grab and feel and he loves softness that contradicts his sharp edges, but he definitely won't be picky lol

fashion wise... jack is blind, he really doesn't care — not to say that if he could see it would matter. I KNOW I'M NOT GIVING YOU MUCH TO WORK WITH HERE but i really genuinely think this is entirely trivial to him

jeff:

he will never admit it if it was pulled out of him with pliers, but he will get palpitations if you match his bullying. instant ticket to boner town if you go off on him like it's just an afterthought, rapid fire insults that come easy like you don't even have to think about it. it hurts his ego and hits something real nasty in his groin at the same time 🙂‍↕️ other than that, sarcasm and shock value humor will get him furiously in love, and if you're the sort of person that takes crazy risks but almost never loses anything to it, you will NEVER escape him lmfao

i've said it before, this man loves tits like no one's business, even considers himself a rack connoisseur despite folding at the sight of anything above an a cup under a low neckline. he's mostly into short + thin or athletic, but again, tits are the main attraction to him so

to no one's surprise, "need me a goth bitch" truther, but unlike most users of this phrase, he actually fucks with any kind of goth style, from trad to mall. maybe not pastel goth. also, biker clothes = hard smash

toby:

his "type" differs wildly from what he needs. he thinks he wants someone that matches how unpredictable he is and how erratic he can get, but the moment he experiences gentleness and lack of judgement it's like his whole idea of attraction gets flipped on its head. the moment he gets a taste of soft and understanding, he starts chasing it like crazy. bonus points if you're funny!

as for body type, he's not one to turn down an opportunity based on your physique, but he does have a soft spot (or should i say a hard spot lol) for thick and tall. thick thighs, wide hips, meat to grab everywhere, muscle mass. 100% in your comments on social media talking some "mommy/daddy? sorry. mommy/daddy?? sorry uhh mommy/daddy?"

a slut for sluts. the less clothes you wear the better, that's all that matters. you can be goth, emo, preppy, gyaru, y2k, basic, it doesn't matter. take your top off.

ben

you need to meet 3 criteria to appeal to him: be loyal, be open minded and be a freak. everything else is semantics to him. you're hyper and have the energy of 10 toddlers on sugar? cool babe, i'll cheer you on from my bed. you're aggressive? hot, bite me. you're mellow and grounded? awesome, let's kick back and let me eyp. you're shy and awkward? cute, take your time, i'm patient.

half of his heart belongs to soft bodies, round edges, curves to smother him, the other belongs to The BBL Body™. he's chronically online guys, it should be no surprise. but, he's at least aware it's something not easily achievable, so he doesn't have expectations like that from anybody—mostly made peace with admiring from afar (aka jerking off to megan thee stallion 3 times a week)

as for fashion style, he might as well be blood related to toby. as long as you have at least 70% of your skin showing it's a hard smash.

tim

he wants someone severe and steady, with patience to anchor him back to reality and slice through the fog when the lines start getting blurry. just like jack, he wouldn't ever put this pressure on someone, he's fully aware of how one sided and toxic this shit could get, but nothing is more attractive to him than reliability and staying through it all when he knows he doesn't even deserve it.

a mom/dad bod lover. something about the strength under softness that doesn't give it away man... the "i carry my life in my skin" look, the realness of curves that aren't polished, just mm mm mmm

really into kinda cottagecore-rustic-americana??? very specific, but basically this

brian

he has two types: aggressive freak bitch that's just mean enough to get him itchy, or soft spoken mellow sweetheart, no in between. if you can be both consider yourself married without papers and without the commitment. bonus points if you want him more than he wants you!! that's equally hot and crushing to him because he knows how you'll end up, but the high OHHHH the high of it

he loves curves. the less his hands cover on your ass the better. loves love handles, loves tits that sag with weight and plumpness, loves soft tummies, loves creases and folds and movement, it's just so (howls) you know?

a slut for the "femme fatale" style. all black tight dresses and leather and killer heels and garters, textbook definition of "sexy" in the form of fabric

with all that said and done tho, these are men after all so the fashion preferences are a reach, but this was so fun to think of hehehe

[slightly-knot-insane]

Can we get someeeee... Shy Chubby reader with a suave playboy knight? Perhaps she's brushed off all his advances, not thinking he was serious about it. Maybe that just spurred him on to become even more serious about it, getting him stuck thinking about her more and more!

Forge Through

[ m!gargoyle x fem!reader ]

a/n: feel free to always imagine my readers as chubby. i've been chubby my whole life and curvy or chubby are my standard body types i just don't emphasize that lol. reader isn't as shy as you expected, but she is an introvert content: nsfw, mild angst, body worship, mild praise kink, p in v, creampie, oral (female receiving)

You've been friends for quite some time. And flirting has always been part of your playful chats. Any kind of conversation would easily slip into sexy banter. How wouldn't it? You were the blacksmith's young assistant, and he was a recently knighted gargoyle. Metal and stone were in both of your blood, and you hit it off right away. Which was rather strange for you since you've always been painfully shy. But he somehow managed to loosen you up with his quirky jokes and euphemisms. Your cheeks would hurt from smiling, but luckily, the blush was basically invisible because of the constant heat inside your mentor's smithy.

"Here's my favourite blacksmith!" As soon as he enters, ostentatious as always, he removes his helmet and gauntlets and kisses you on the cheek. Ever since he was knighted, he has worn his full armour almost everywhere, even though he didn't actually need it, being made of stone and all. "Always working so hard, beautiful."

"Of course," you reply. "Someone needs to fix all the dents you get from scorned exes after you steal their girls."

"Oh, you wound me!" He slams his stone fist against his metal plate. "Those dents are from our country's enemies. I serve my lord with my whole heart... just as I would love to serve you."

You chuckle, wiping your sweaty forehead. "Serve me? Serve me what - a beer? That would be nice, actually."

Your gargoyle friend stays quiet for a minute or two, as you work. He turns away from you and removes his breastplate. His undershirt is sweaty and sticking to his muscular body. You bite your lip.

"I would, you know?" His voice resembles a wave softly crashing against pebbles. "I would serve you. If you asked me to."

You stop your hammer from hitting the anvil. Utterly confused, you look at him, expecting his broad shoulders to shake from laughter. But they are not. "What do you mean by serve?"

"Oh, you know..." He starts pacing up and down the workshop, avoiding looking at you. "To please you... take you out somewhere... woo you... make love to you..."

You're not sure you heard him correctly. It can't be. He's a notorious flirt and has been fooling around with more people than you know. He always brags about his adventures and lovers, and how 'his heart still yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'. Whatever that means. And it hurts. It hurts to hear him boast about his trysts, all while you only get titillated. "Please stop with your teasing, I'm too busy for that right now."

You are upset. Why are you upset? It's stupid, and you're not stupid. He is just playing with you, as always. And yet, with a hiss of steam, heavy tears hit the hot metal still standing on the anvil.

"Are you crying?" Your gargoyle friend is next to you, pulling you into a hug. Your face is squished against his hard chest. "No, no, no, what did I say? What did I say?"

You push yourself away, trying to stop angry tears. "That's the problem! You say too much! And don't mean it! You want to serve me? Ha, what a joke! That's what I am - a joke to you."

"What?" He runs his fingers through his long hair. "No, never. You were never a joke to me. I've always... liked you. And more than that."

"But..." You shake your head. "But weren't we just... joking around?"

He slowly cups your cheek. "I wasn't."

You recall all the times when he showed genuine affection: his little gifts, his thoughtfulness, his acts of service. Not even for a second did you think they were romantic. How can someone as handsome and popular as he is like someone as painfully antisocial as you?

"Let me show you. Let me show you how serious I am about you." He pulls you closer to him as he leans down to kiss you. And you let him. Not only that, you let him in.

You allow his mouth to cover yours, you let his arms roam around your body, undress you, caress you. His hungry mouth licks your lips and leaves bite marks all over your voluptuous body. He worships your wide hips and soft tummy, kissing them with fervour as strong as your forge. In one quick sweep of his strong arm, he clears one of your mentor's workbenches, lifts you up on it, and eats you out until you're a quivering mess, ready to fall apart in front of him.

"The only one I truly want to serve," he says from between your warm and plush thighs. "Moan for me more. I want to know what you like. Exactly what you like."

And you do. You don't stop even after you cum the first time, because he immediately flips you over and enters you from behind. He plays with your nipples as he bites your neck, and his massive cock lights up your insides.

Your strong arms barely withstand his weight as he pushes his body onto yours, rutting against your ass until he hears you climax one more time. Then he follows, releasing his load into your sore pussy.

"Do you believe me now?" he asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Do you believe I want to be your knight and servant?

You can barely talk from underneath him. "Is that... ahh... is that what you meant by 'my heart yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'?"

His cock twitches inside you. "Exactly. Took you long enough to decipher that, beautiful. The only heat, the only flame I need is yours."

[buckysdingus]

secret longings

todd stevens x reader

word count: 8.9k

summary: your cousins wedding is this weekend and you need a date.

warnings: eventual smut 18+lowercase writing, some angst, weight is commented on in a negative way, todd being a sick sometimes, smut 18+!! MDNI!!

a/n: i’ll be gone for a couple days so i thought i’d give you this! is was based off of this request! <3 let me know what you think!

requests always open!

lewis masterlist

todd stevens is the bane of your existence. he's a cocky know it all with a shit eating smirk that stays on his mouth at all seconds of the day. sometimes it feels like he does it just to piss you everyone off.

you first met him when trying to find your brother at his frat. you knew he was the president, but you were hoping you didn't have to interact with him. you already had to do so in your political science class.

sure, you'd debate him in class, you never back down from a chance to try and humiliate him in front of your classmates. this time, though, you actually had a conversation.

you knocked for what felt like five minutes in the frat house door at eight in the morning. you heard muffled shouting at someone to get the door.

the door opened slowly to reveal, who you thought was a guy named mitch. he held his hand up to shield his eyes firm the morning sun, you thought you actually heard him hiss at it.

"i need to see tom," you sigh, your little brother was roommates with mitch and yet you still couldn't fully remember what the boy looked like.

"okay," mitch said slowly with a shrug, as if he was confused by your statement and didn't understand what it had to do with him.

he turned and screamed your brothers name. you cross your arms over your chest taking an annoyed stance.

"who's at the door," someone asked, you knew it wasn't your brother. the thick, raspy accent belonged to someone you knew. the clench of your jaw indicated it was him.

todd stevens.

"i don't know, some chick for tom,"

"he's my brother," you speak up, you hated that they acted like you weren't standing there.

the door opens wider, revealing the pebble in your shoe.

he says you last name with a grin and rub of his jaw, then matches your stance with his arms crossed.

"stevens,"

"now mitch," he says gripping the boys shoulder, "we don't talk to ladies like that,"

“i can take care of myself, thanks. where’s my brother,” you ask more firmly.

todd’s brows furrow in confusion at your tone and choice of words. you didn’t fall to his feet. you didn’t thank him for standing up for you and trying to make mitch apologize. it’s as if todd’s brain short circuited.

“mitch, go get tom,” todd instructs. mitch rolls his eyes but walks off out of your sight.

you sigh lightly, arms still crossed. your eyes everywhere but the man in front of you. just looking at him made your blood boil.

one thing about todd is that he thinks he’s always right. he knows what’s wrong with your dean aye, he knows what’s wrong with the professors calculations and spelling, and apparently he knows somethings wrong with you.

“what happened?” he asks, hands now in his pockets with his head slightly tilted. his eyes scan your body once then he narrows his eyes at you as if he’s reading you like a book.

“you can’t read me like a book,” you tell him so.

“i have a minor in literature, specifically poetry,” he tells you with a faint smirk on his mouth.

you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to hide the smile that was betraying you, your eyes turning to slits. what was his motive? what was his intention.

“you think you’re funny stevens?” you ignore the pit in your stomach that opened, allowing butterflies to float around, banging against your stomach and chest.

“sometimes, but that wasn’t a joke,” he says, taking one hand out of his pockets and leaning against the frame on his forearm.

your eyes jerk to his forearm, veins protruding from the buttoned up long sleeve that was rolled up to his elbow. the veins going down to his hand, dipping under his watch.

you look back to him, his smirk on full display. you roll your eyes.

tom shows up behind him, your eye slicing to your brother.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asks rubbing his eyes from the brightness of the sun.

todd moves his arm and steps back, but not fully walking away.

“do you mind?” you ask him, blinking at him.

he lifts his hands in mock defense, “i’m going, see you in class,”

“can’t wait,” the sarcasm was impossible to miss.

“what’s up?” your brother asks.

“tiff is getting married,” you tell him, he doesn’t seem to see the importance. your cousin was a very busy woman who did everything last minute.

“okay?”

you sigh, “we have to go, problem is it’s this weekend, saturday. it’s out in tennessee and i don’t know if we can find a flight out there in time. i also don’t have date but that’s not your problem,” the last part was just you talking out loud.

“what about that guy you were seeing?”

you shake your head, “didn’t work out. he was… weird,” you close your eyes and take a deep breath remembering how awful he was. he didn’t have the nicest words aimed at you, you left before it got physical.

“okay well i have things to do this weekend for the frat. i can’t miss out on them,” he tells you with a shrug.

“it’s our cousins wedding tom,”

“yeah a cousin i barely know and a cousin you don’t like. you don’t have to go either,” he says.

“i know, i just… i want to. i like weddings. i just need a date,”

“you want to show tiff up,” he says scratching the back of his neck.

“oh hush,” you wave a hand towards him, “you can tell mom you won’t be there,”

“and you can tell her you don’t have a date. that’ll be fun for you,” he mocks.

you were always expected to have a date at the family functions. you’re about to graduate and your parents expected you to be married or at the very least have a boyfriend. and you were not going to your cousins wedding, who’s constantly one upping you, where your parents are going to be nagging you about not having a boyfriend without a date.

todd appears in the door way, “i can help,”

“what?” you and brother say in unison.

“my truck can make it tennessee,” he says, “we leave tomorrow and make it by friday night,” he shrugs. he’s got a smile on his face and you don’t see anything evil behind it, maybe he’s just being genuine. maybe he actually wants to help.

“no,” you tell him turning back to your brother, “call mom and tell her you aren’t going,” you couldn’t let it go, you turn back to todd, “aren’t you the president? shouldn’t you also be here for whatever horrible thing you’ll be doing the freshmen this weekend?”

todd clutches tom’s shoulders, “tom here is going take over for the weekend. planning on him bein the next president,” he smiling squeezing tom’s shoulders.

“right, well good luck,” you turn away walking from the house, “call mom!” you shout back to tom.

“let me know when you want to take me up on that offer,” todd calls out to you.

you lift a middle finger in the air and hear him laugh as the door shuts. you walk back to your own dorm, trying to come up with someone to take.

maybe you could ask tyler from your communications class or will from your art class. you sit at your desk, arms crossed trying to think of someone. someone other than him.

but he’s the only person that keeps coming to mind. you soon imagine him holding your hand, giving it a squeeze when your mom makes a comment about your life, the squeeze telling you it’s okay and he’s there and she’s wrong.

his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd to the bar. him holding your hips as you two sway back and forth to whatever slow song is playing on the speakers.

before you knew it a couple hours had gone by of you just merely daydreaming of him being your date. you wanted to kick yourself.

todd stevens wasn’t a good guy. you heard the stories, him being a dick to girls, him being a dick to new pledges. you hated the idea of hazing especially for the guys. you’ve documentaries on hazing and it’s disgusting to say the least.

you didn’t know what tom had to go through, and maybe you didn’t want to, you know you didn’t want to know all that todd had put them through.

you go to sleep that night with todd still on your mind. luckily he had escaped your dreams and the next morning came fast.

you show up a few minutes early to your eight am political science class. you knew he’d be there, he sits in your same row, a few seats over.

this morning, however, he sits right next to you. you check your small watch on your wrist, ten minutes until it starts.

you roll your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose. his arm reaches back and lays itself on the back of your chair. he leans back in his chair, turning his head towards you.

“we can leave today,” he tells you, “we can make it tonight too. i can pick you up at… say…” he looks at his watch, “ten? we can make it by seven,”

you turn your whole body towards him, leaning an elbow on the desk, “what’s your motive stevens? what do you get out of this?”

“nothing,” his face stoic, his eyes won’t meet yours, “i can’t help out the sister of a fellow brother?”

you squint at him, “you won’t get anything out of this,”

todd thinks: i’ll be with you.

“i know,” he nods, bringing his arm back from behind you to cross them across his chest, “you need help, i’m offering,”

you lean against your hand, starring at the man in front of you. you try to break some sort of exterior wall he has up to try and catch him in a lie.

you won’t get your heartbroken by him. you won’t.

you sigh, biting your cheek to hide a smile, you eventually are able to swallow the smile and be stoic like him.

“i have to get a dress,” you tell him, “i was going to get one tonight.”

“i have a suit,” he says with another shrug.

“no no no,” you shake your head, “i’ve seen you in what you think is a suit. with my family you have to be in a nice suit, like never worn before suit. you’ll..” you pause for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut, “just have to come with me,”

a grin spreads across his face, “okay, when’s your last class?”

“this is my only one today,”

“i got one after this, but i’ll pick you up at one, yeah? take you to lunch too,” his grin stays and you can’t help but match it with a smile.

“don’t get me in trouble this weekend,” yo tell him, pointing a finger at him.

he holds a hand up in mock defense, “yes ma’am,”

“i’m serious-“

“alright class!” the professor begins as he interrupts you.

“and todd,” you reach out, touching the top of his hand, “don’t fall in love with me,”

he furrows his brows and scoffs, “no problem,” he lightly laughs turning to the professor.

you would’ve been upset by his response. you weren’t that bad. you would’ve been hurt by it but you didn’t miss the way he stole glance say you during the class.

you simply clench your jaw and act like you don’t see him, and you hated to admit it but you might have liked the attention he was giving you.

todd picks you up at one pm sharp from your dorm building. he gets out of his truck, walking over and opening the passenger side door for you. you stop a couple feet away from the door and look at him.

“what are you doing?”

“blame it on my southern hospitality,” he smiles, leaning his forearm on the door, “and i’ll take this,” he reaches out for your bag taking it and putting in the back seat floorboards.

you step up into the truck, using the handle at the top of it. you settle into your seat and buckle up. todd closes the door and goes back to the drivers seat.

you give him directions to the dress and suit shop and the thirty minute drive is mostly quiet, until about five minutes in.

“are we good to leave after getting the dress and suit?” you ask looking at phone for updates on anything to do with the wedding.

he nods, “yeah i already got a bag in the back next to yours,” he nods.

“okay, i need to give you a run down of my family how this is going to go this weekend,” you say.

“hit me,”

you turn to face him but take a small moment to take him in. he drives with his left on hand on the wheel and his right arm resting on the center console. his body is leaned ever so slightly towards you and his eyes go from the road to yours a few times.

the sun comes through the windshield, hitting his face perfectly. his stubble shining in it, his brown curls are illuminated. you blink a couple times before continuing.

“uhm my mother will be very… inquisitive. she will ask you any and everything. my father will more than likely just stare at you, he has a real problem with that. my mother wants me to be with just someone and my father believes no one is good enough for me so there’s a lot of differences between them.”

he nods, his brows furrowed in attention.

“okay, my cousin who’s getting married is going to grill you. so we need to make sure you know at least a little bit about me,”

he nods again, “no problem,” he pulls back into a parking space, his rig he hand on the back of your headrest as he twists to look behind him. you look down, his white t shirt exposes the smallest bit of his tummy, you look away quickly, biting your tongue.

stop it, you tell yourself, stop.

as soon as he stops the truck and puts it into park you open your door, the fresh air resting your mind. you hop out turning back to him, “ready?”

“let’s do it, sweetness,”

you roll your eyes but have a smile and shut the door.

the two of you walk up to the boutique and he open the door for you, you thank him and he follows closely behind you.

todd has money, he’s a president of a frat and has a trust fund. but he’s never been in a place like this. the walls are a cream color and the warm lighting is nice. there’s dresses set up on one side and suits on the other.

“hi! i’m charmaine, what are we looking for today?” a woman with bleach blonde hair was dressed in the hottest pink dress you’d ever seen that matched her nails.

“hi,” you smile, “we are going to a wedding and need a dress and suit,” you tell her, clasping your hands together. you can feel the nerves building up in your body.

“oh goodness how fun!” charmaine exclaims, “what are the colors,” she asks walking towards some dresses.

“navy,” you decide, something to help you blend in to the crowd.

“oh what a lovely color. i’ll show you what we have,” she starts to walk away but you become overwhelmed fast. the dresses everywhere, the lights, the loud music. your thoughts race as you try and think of a dress that would please everyone. you didn’t know if todd like navy- why did you care if he’d like it? he’s the one who-

you close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath.

a hand touches your lower back, the softness snapping you out of the anxious moment. you feel todd’s breath on your neck. your skin becomes a vast land of goosebumps as your hair stands up on your arms and neck.

you almost shiver form it.

“you okay?” he asks.

you turn your neck to look over and up at him, his eyes are full of genuine concern.

“yeah,” you force a smile, “i’m fine. sorry, i don’t know what happened,” you step away quickly from his touch, the coldness of his absence isn’t very welcoming.

you catch up to charmaine as she shows you different dresses in the color you’ve chosen.

you grab a couple of nice ones and go to the fitting rooms. charmaine’s starts to drag todd off but you stop them.

“i need his opinion,” you fight through the words. you couldn’t believe you were even saying it. you didn’t need to convince this worker you two were dating.

half of you did want to know what he thought.

she smiles and nods, “of course, let me know when you’re ready for the suits,”

you thank her and todd takes a seat, his legs spreading as he does. his lays his hands on his thighs with a sigh, not a bored one. it was more of sigh of relief like he couldn’t imagine not being with you in store like this.

you hang the dresses up in the private room and begin talking again, “another thing, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. you let me know when or if you become uncomfortable and i will shut it all down. i promise,” you look him in his eyes so he knows just how serious you.

“what about you?” he asks.

“what?” you blink at him.

“what if you’re uncomfortable? it sounds like your family makes you pretty uncomfortable sometimes,”

your jaw ticks, “i can handle myself. i can handle my family and others can’t. i don’t expect you to be able to handle them,”

his arms cross across his chest, “im the president of the most popular frat in the university, i think i can handle one of their families,” he tells you with tilt of his head.

“that cocky attitude is going to get you in trouble. i can stand up to family for other people, i’ve learned it’s easier to just take it from them for myself. don’t make me go back on my offer,” you point at him, leaning against the dressing room door frame.

“i can handle myself,” he throws back your first response.

you turn around closing the door and try on the first dress. didn’t like it. you walked out to show todd and it wasn’t his favorite either. he said it looked like yo didn’t like and that was his only comment. the second one: you hated it.

the third one was beautiful on the hanger. you step into it and bring the straps over your shoulders. the smooth satin felt nice against your skin, it was form fitting a a shade above navy but you still loved it so far.

you reach back to the zipper on your back, but yo can’t reach it. the other two had zipper son the side but this one… you’d need help.

you whisper a small prayer asking for your arms to grow longer or the ability to zip but it didn’t happen. you sigh in frustration and open the door, cracking it slightly in case anyone else was in the boutique.

“i need your help,”

todd was on his feet the second he heard “need”. he walks over, his body filling the small crack you made.

“i need you to zip this up for me,” you say bringing around to face the mirror, you move your hair to side, holding it there.

you here the door open to the building and laughing, a big group surely coming in. you didn’t want anyone to see you half naked, you already hated that todd was.

“come on,” you shimmy in forget to the room, but todd just stands there, “come on,” yo repeat, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the room. the door closes behind him.

“it’s okay, we’re adults. i just need you to zip this up, please,” you ask in a quiet voice.

his finger find the zipper and pulls it up. the warmth of his hands radiating off of him onto your cold back. one hand stayed at the bottom of the zipper just above your ass as he pulled up with his other hand.

his hands then reach up, taking your hair. his eyes catch yours in the mirror and neither of you look away. he takes your hair and pulls it back, it falls down your back. he moves some pieces from your shoulder.

his hands linger on your shoulders, his eyes never leaving yours. you stomach twists and knots in anticipation. what’s his next move? what’s your next move?

his hands ghost down your arms, they land at your wrists and he wraps his hands around them, pulling them up to your stomach and he begins to sway you back and forth to the soft music playing on the speakers.

he moves so he can turn you around.

he looks you up and down, “it’s pretty,”

“i think so too,” your voice is barely above a whisper, too nervous about what’s about to happen.

“the necklace you wear sometimes. the one small gold chain? it would look nice with this dress,” he tells you, his voice matches your volume. is he nervous too? does want to kiss you as much as you want him to?

“yeah,” you nod, “it would look good.”

“you look good,” he tells you after a beat.

a pink blush rushed across your cheeks. your ears heating up at the moment you two are sharing.

his eyes flutter close and you follow quickly, going to your toes. you can feel his breath on your face, his lips ghosting yours, he stops.

“see?” he says, you open your eyes to see him looking at you, “i can play the part,”

he drops your hands, reaching back and pulling the zipper down with one hand and turns walking out of the dressing room.

what the fuck was that?

the door closes, bringing you back to reality. you were about to kiss todd stevens and he did that?

fuck this guy and this situation.

you change back into your normal clothing and exit the room, passing the dick standing near the suits and straight to charmaine at the desk.

“i’ve decided on this one. so just this and whatever suit he needs,” you force a perfect friendly smile.

charmaine looks at you confused, “oh dear, he’s already paid for the dress and his suit,”

you turn around to look at him, he pays you no mind as he looks through the navy suits. you force all your emotions down. you wipe away what just happened for a moment.

“alright, thanks charmaine. we’ll get his suit and be on our way,”

she nods with a polite smile, if she could feel the tension on the room she wasn’t showing it.

you pick up the dress, now wrapped in plastic and walk to todd, “find anything?” you ask in an even tone.

“yeah, i already know my size. you ready to go?” he asks turning around, holding a suit wrapped in plastic.

you don’t respond as you walk out to his truck. you don’t give him the light of day just like you should’ve been doing before. you open your own door and climb up and slam it shut, folding the dress in your lap.

he opens your door, “let me see the dress,” he says reaching out a hand, “don’t want it wrinkling,” you don’t look at him as you hand over the dress.

he opens the back seat doors and hang the dress and suit on the small hook and lay them out on the seats. once he’s done, he closes the door and goes to drivers seat.

he sits there for a moment, waiting to see if you’d say anything.

he starts the truck, putting it in drive and pulling out of the space. he drives for about ten minutes before pulling into a restaurant.

“what are we doing here?” you finally break.

“told you i’d take you out to lunch,” he shrugs opening his door.

“oh fuck that todd,” you exclaim at him, he closes the door sitting back in his seat. his expression confused.

“what the fuck did you just pull in the fitting room?” you ask loudly, your tone showing just how much you cared about the whole interaction.

“just showing you that i can make it look real. your family won’t be able to tell, it seemed like i had to convince you as well,” he shrugs. his eyes stay looking out the windshield or at his hands. he won’t meet yours.

he won’t look at you as he admits he just did to prove a stupid point. a point that you didn’t even doubt. it feels like he did it to piss you off.

“you couldn’t keep your eyes off of me this morning but now you can’t even look at me,” you scoff, opening your door and hoping out. you shut the door and walk over to his opening it for him.

“i’m paying,” your tone cold.

you walk away, and hear him get out himself. he shits the door and the truck beeps signaling it’s locked. you walk to restaurant and hold the door for him. he grabs it by the top and you slip in under his arm.

the waitress sits the two of you and you eat in silence. he asks you about your classes, you ask him about tom and completely ignore whatever happened in the truck.

this drive was going to be long.

an hour in to the nine hour drive you speak up, “thank you for doing this,”

“no problem,” he says, eyes trained on the road in front of him.

“why did you?” you ask looking over to him.

“helping out a brother,” he shrugs, eyes still forward.

“you don’t look at person when you lie,” you mutter.

“okay that has to stop,” he says, now his eyes going from the road to you, “stop reading me like that, like you know me,”

“i do know you todd. your the fraternity president that even just fawns over and loves. yo don’t do anything unless you’re getting something out of it. you aren’t a nice guy, i’ve heard plenty of stories to back it up too. i don’t know why you’re doing this for me but it’s feeling like a mistake. you say it’s to help tom out and if that’s true that’s great, thank you but don’t expect me to fall at your feet that everyone else does,”

that shuts him up.

your words were harsh and loud. you regretted some of them when they came out. you half expected him to turn the truck around or tell you to get out of his truck but he didn’t. he gripped the steering wheel and sped up a couple of miles.

your fear of… something was taking over you in the moment. the fear that he’d back out? that he didn’t like you? that you liked him?

you let the words hang in the air, “sorry,”

“it’s alright. you think you know me, you know the stories of me. not me,”

“i know i have no right to say this after what i just said but: will you tell me?”

“hm?” he hums confused.

“tell me then. tell me who you are,”

he takes breath and let sit out slowly, “i am the president of a frat, ill give you that but that my identity. i happen to be very smart and i would like to think im kind. i try help those guys be more kind but im doin a shit job,”

he pauses looking for more answers, “i like the color navy, it probably my favorite color. i like chicken and working out sometimes. it helps get my mind off of things.”

“did you know you scratch the bottom of your chin with your thumb when you’re concentrating, sometimes you pick at your stubble too,” you tell him a smile growing on your face.

he looks over, “see you know more about me than i do,”

“i’m sorry again, i shouldn’t have said all that,”

“it’s alright,” his hand reaches over and grips your lower thigh, he turns his head to look at you, “i forgive you,” with a slight squeeze his take back his hand back to the center console.

the next few hours were you two talking about anything. from his childhood stories to yours. from your freshmen years fuck ups to yours. from your weird teenage years to his.

you learn a lot about the man who has volunteered to be hassled by your family for a day.

you find yourself leaned against over the center console, starring at him as he speaks with a glint in your eye. his smile grows when he looks down at you then back to the road.

you made fun of how big his hand was, pulling it from the console and comparing it to your own hand. his interlocks your fingers and you don’t move.

the last two hours were you were sleeping against the passenger side window. he hits pot hole on the road that stirs you awake, before you fully sit up your eyes open and see your still holding his hand.

you try your best to play it off, yawning and pulling that hand to your mouth.

“well good evening,” he says.

you look out the window to see the sun setting. you shouldn’t have slept that long but road trips are tiring and you couldn’t help yourself.

“sorry for the bump,” he apologizes, “tried to miss it,”

“it’s alright. how much longer we got?” you ask turning the radio up slightly.

“about twenty minutes to the hotel. is it the same one your family’s at?” he asks, looking to his phone for direction then back to the road.

you shake your head, “god no. the venue is a few miles away and we’re at the second closest hotel. i couldn’t stand to be in the same building as them as i slept to,”

he chuckles and nods, “fair enough,”

twenty minutes later he pulls into the hotel and parks. he gets out quick, rounding his truck and offering you a hand. you take it.

“thank you,”

he nods, “yes ma’am,” he opens the back grabbing your bag and his.

“i’ll get the dress and suit,” you take the two items and follow behind him to the front desk of the hotel.

the receptionist greets the two of you with a smile, “hi! what can i help yall with?”

“uhm we have a room, under the name…” you tell them your last name.

“ah yes,” she says clicking a few times ok he keyboard, “here you go. room four-twenty-six.

you take the two room keys from her, “thank you,”

you walk off, todd following behind you. you step into the elevator and he hits the fourth level button and you ride in a comfortable silence.

the doors open and you walk down the hallway and you reach your room, you swipe the card and open the door for todd. he sticks out his foot and holds it open and lets you go in first. you roll your eyes with smile as you walk in.

you hang the dress suit on the bathroom door and then meet todd at the bed.

singular bed.

“oh my god, this was supposed to be a two bed room,” you say in horror. you look around for your phone, taking your bag from todd’s hand and search for your phone. you look through your emails for the confirmation email and when you find it you realize you did indeed book a one bed room.

“shit, i am so sorry,” you rub your temples, “i thought i’d be coming alone,”

“its okay. i can sleep on the floor with a couple of p-“

“what? no im not making you sleep on the ground. we’re both adult, alright? we can sleep in the same bed.” you say honestly.

“you sure?”

you nod, “yeah, everything will be fine. tomorrow will go by quickly and we’ll be back home on sunday and everything will be fine. my parents aren’t going to make a big deal out of anything i do, tiffany won’t make fun of me for anything and my mother will still love me after this weekend,”

the anxious tears begin to well up in your eyes. when todd sees this he doesn’t hesitate. he pulls you into his chest.

“hey, it’s gonna be okay. i’ll be there the whole time and im great at talking to be people, it’s kind of my job,”

you chuckle against his chest, thanking him for the effort of making you laugh. you wrap your arms around him and let him hold you for a moment.

you enjoy his warmth. you enjoy the sound of his heart beat. you enjoy the steadiness of his breathing. it calms you for a moment, he makes you forget about the big day tomorrow and how poorly it could go.

he’s here and that’s all you need.

the thought caught you off guard and you find yourself pulling away from him. you give an excuse about needing to use the bathroom, as you walk away his hand follows down your arm to your wrist to your hand and your fingers.

you flex your hand at the memory of his hand in yours.

you close the door to the bathroom and start the shower. the hot water couldn’t replace the warmth of his skin, no matter how hot the water it couldn’t compare to him.

half you wished he’d knock on the door and ask to join you. your mind wonders to how his hands would feel on you. your chest, your core. his fingers gliding through you as your head falls back and his lips leave marks on your neck.

your hand journeys down to your thighs, ghosting over your mound. your head lolling to side so the warm water hits your neck.

your finger slips into you, the thought of his finger replaces yours. your hand massaging your breast as you imagine his hands on you.

there’s a knock at the bathroom door, interrupting your fantasy. you pull your finger out and straighten up in the shower, clearing your throat, “yeah?”

“you doin okay? you been in there a while,”

“yeah yeah, i’m good. i’ll be out soon,” you plant a hand on your forehead, lightly rubbing against it.

what was wrong with you? a few hours ago you were grilling him and now you wanted him to what? fuck you?

yeah, you did.

you wash your face and finally step out of the shower. you realize you left your clothes out in your bag, you open the door to shout for todd but you look down and you have clothes sitting on the ground, folded neatly.

you pick them up and bring them inside the bathroom. you put on the fresh clothes and walk out of the bathroom, seeing todd laid on the bed, one hand behind his head showing off his biceps as he flips through channels on the tv.

“thanks for setting out my clothes,”

“yeah, no problem,” he smiles looking over to you. his eyes linger on your bare thighs before he sits up, “guess it’s my turn,”

you nod, pursing your lips, “yeah, okay. i’ll find us a movie or something to watch. i’ll order room service too,”

he thanks you as he gathers his own clothes and goes to the bathroom. you lay on the bed where he was, sinking into the mattress.

you flip through channels as you wait for him to shower.

as you flip you begin to hear grunts form the shower. a groan or two, you turn down the tv volume to listen closer.

your name is said in a moan.

you bite your lip trying to hide a smile.

he was touching himself to the thought of you. your hand floats back down to your core. you bends your legs, giving yourself more access.

your finger drag themselves through your folds and your slick coats you and your fingers. you give focus on your clit and immediately feel a shiver run through you.

you hear your name again, you whisper his as you move faster. you head tilts back and you close your eyes, taking in the feeling. the more you hear your name the faster you go.

soon you’ve already hit your climax and breathing hard. you can tell he did too. you take your hand out and throw a blanket over you. you remember to order room service and a few minutes later he comes out of the bathroom.

he has his boxers and a t shirt on and sits on the bed next to you.

“find a movie?”

you shake your head, “nope. nothing good

on,”

you two end up talking for an hour until the room service comes. todd gets the door and helps bring everything. he thanks the worker and shuts the door.

he rubs his hands together, “so what’d you get?”

you open the tip of the plate to reveal his meal.

“chicken and mashed potatoes for you, and chicken parmesan for me,” you smile.

he smiles, looking over to you, “chicken?”

you shrug, “you said it was your favorite,”

“thank you,” he says, he looks at you like he might reach out and touch but he decides against it.

you two eat and end up in bed at midnight.

you wake up to a nice smell. a cedar smell that brings smile to your face. you’re not sure what it is, couldn’t be perfume or the scent of the pillows.

maybe aftershave.

aftershave.

you open your eyes and realize you head is on todd’s chest. his arms draped around your waist. you think you’re supposed to pull away. you know you’re supposed to but here you, your arms locking around him a little more.

as you shift, so does he. you close your eyes quickly, his arms pull you close as he hums against you.

todd’s eyes blink open, your shampoo is the first thing he smells. a mix of different fragrances and it bring a small smile to to his face. he looks down and see you there, head on his chest, arms around him. he can feel your legs wrapped in his.

he sighs into you, the smile growing.

he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this. he thought the dressing room incident would help the feelings he has towards you. make you hate him and it’d be easier to walk away from you after today. it wasn’t working.

he thought of you in the shower last night and he heard you saying his name at the same time. there was something between the two of you but you told him not to fall in love with you. he did that before you had said that to him though.

you decide to pull away first. his closes his eyes, making it seem like he’s asleep. he lets you go and yo hair up in the bed. you rub your temples and stand, going to the bathroom to get ready.

a few minutes later, todd sits up and orders breakfast for the two of you. waffles and fruit.

the next few hours are silent between the two of you. after breakfast you speak up thank him him for breakfast and telling him your going to get ready for the wedding.

you had a few hours before it started and needed to do all the things. your makeup, hair and putting the dress on.

you lean against the bathroom counter as you fix your hair into a simple style and begin to apply your makeup.

todd slips into the bathroom.

“do you mind?” he asks lowly.

you shake your head, “no, not all,”

he uses the other sink next to you to brush his teeth and get ready himself.

you apply eyeliner and mascara and set it with some spray.

“i’ll need your help with the dress again,” you murmur, remembering what happened the last time you asked him to zip up the dress.

he nods, turning away from you so you can strip out of your bed clothes and into the dress. you step into the dress, standing in front of the mirror.

todd catches the smallest sight of you in the mirror, not on purpose, there were lots of mirrors in this bathroom.

your long legs stepping into the dress, how the dress fell against your chest. it made his heart race and his pants tight.

“alright, you’re good,”

he turns around and clears his throat, he walks behind you and takes the zipper in one hand and his other resting at the base of your spine like yesterday.

he pulls the zipper up and looks at you in the mirror.

“you look beautiful,”

you smile and look to the ground, “thanks, but you don’t have to say that,”

his fingers hook under your chin pulling your head back up to look at him in the mirror, “did i look away from you?”

you shake your head, “no,”

“then i guess i wasn’t lying,”

your stare holds his and you think you might just turn around and beg him to take you on the bathroom but instead you grab his tie that was resting on the counter and wrap it around his neck.

“now it’s my turn to help you,” you tie the tie around his neck and pull it up to his throat. your fingers brush his throat and his adam’s apple bobs. you avoid his gaze that stays locked on you.

“thank you,” he says, you smile and begin to walk away but he grabs your wrist pulling you back.

you come back to your spot in front of him and he pins you between himself and the counter behind you. you can feel his tightness.

his hand goes to your jaw, some finger som your neck and his thumb on your cheek.

“i don’t think i can keep doing this,” he tells you, his thumb ghosting over your lips.

“doing what?” you ask, your eyes never leaving his.

“you know what,” he says. you stick your tongue slightly out, his thumb going against the tip of it.

“when we get back,” you tell him, “just help me get through this night,”

he nods, stepping back, “i’m sorry,”

“no no, hey,” you pull him back to you, “don’t apologize. we’ll talk about when we get back yeah?”

he rubs his jaw and scratches the back of his neck, “yeah,” he walks out of the bathroom.

his absence too great to bare.

he walks you to his truck, opening the door for you and drives the two of you to the venue of the wedding.

it’s already started and you stand in the back as the vows wrap up. you wish part of you felt bad for missing most of the ceremony but you couldn’t find the empathy.

todd’s arm is around you, hand resting on the side of your hip and thigh. his comfort being the only thing keeping you from collapsing form anxiety.

it wraps up and you make sure to make yourself and todd blend in the crowd. you make it to the reception.

you mother and father spot you at the back of the room.

“my darling girl, how are you,” yo step away from todd and regret it, you hug your mother and father only to step back into todd’s side.

“i’m well,” you smile, “school is good,” you nod.

“and who is this?” your mother raises her brows.

“this is todd stevens,” you say turning into him and placing a hand on his chest.

“nice to meet you todd,” your mother pulls him into a hug.

“you’re the president of the frat our son is in,” your father questions him but it sounds more like a statement.

todd nods, “yes sir. your son has been a great addition to the house and brotherhood,”

“so has our money,” your father comments.

you reach your arm around his taking his opposite hand and put your hand into todd’s and squeeze it, an apologizing squeeze.

“and we thank you for your donations,” he ignores the jab, throwing one back. at least he can keep up with them.

“sweetie this dress looks bigger than the size you normally wear,” your mother tilts her head.

“i am a woman mom, my weight with fluctuate.” you sarcastically smile at her.

“well you could lose a few,” she says, bringing a glass of champagne to her lips.

todd’s hand that rests on your hip kneads at it and moves to your lower back, “do you want to dance?” he asks, trying to diffuse the tension.

“i’d love to, if you’d excuse us,” you say to your parents and pull todd towards the dance floor. but your luck runs out quick as your cousin stops you.

she says your name with excitement, “i’m so glad you could make it,” she exclaims.

“me too tiff, you look amazing. i’m so happy for you,” you smile stepping forward to hug her,

only to step back into todd. his hand immediately returns to your side.

“and who is this?”

“this is todd, he’s my…”

“boyfriend,” todd speaks up, “we’ve been together for a few months,”

“well you chose a very cute one. that dress is killer on you,” she tells you, “she’s a hard one to keep up with,” she tells todd, “lots of… issues with this one,”

“she’s perfect to me,”

“you’ll see through it soon enough,”

you watch todd’s jaw tick and his eyes harden, “we’re going to dance,” you break the tension.

tiff nods and tells you to go.

you pull todd to the dance floor. your arms around his neck, and his around your waist.

“i’m sorry about them,”

“why did you want to come again?” he asks you.

you shrug, “it’s my cousins wedding and i haven’t seen my parents in a while. i thought… i think every time that they’ve changed just a little bit but i’m always wrong. i’m sorry i dragged you to this.”

“it alright, glad i was here,”

you lay your head against his chest, “me too,”

you sway back and forth, his chin resting on your head.

after a moment he pinches you side and squirm away, “ticklish are we?” he asks smiling down at you.

“don’t start something can’t finish,”

needless to say you ditch the rest of the wedding. you irish goodbye and you take him to the truck and he drives you two back to the hotel. he sped the whole way, you smiled through the ride knowing what was about to happen.

you reach your hotel door and when it closes, he’s grabbing you by the waist and pushing against the door. his lips on your neck and your hands in his hair.

he trials his lips up your neck to your jaw the to your lips.

you moan into his mouth and open your mouth so his tongue can slip in. you think he’d swallow you up if he could.

“mmm,” you him, “todd,” he hums against you, “todd,”

he pulls back, “what?”

“i told you…”

he steps back, pinching the bridge of his nose, “do you want the truth,” he asks, he doesn’t wait for your answer.

“i have been in love you since the first project we did together. since i saw you help your brother move in to the house. i see you class and watch your little mannerisms. the way you squint when you catch a mistake on a paper. they way you head tilts to the right side when you don’t really understand what’s going on. you have such a big heart and i want to experience it. i want it. i want you. and i don’t know why you’re so hesitant to let me in. you know me now, i let you. let me use my lit degree. you are my favorite poem. one i want to read forever.”

he pauses, “and neither the laughter in heaven above, now the demons down under the sea, can ever dissever my soul for the soul of the beautiful…” he replaces the famous name of the poem with your own.

“todd… i’m scared. not of you but of the feeling you bring out of me. i haven’t felt these before. you’re the only who can make me feel this. i tried to hate you, but the past two days have been… bliss.”

“ill catch you,” he pleads, “let me show you,”

he reaches out pulling the straps of your dress down.

you nod and he’s on you. his hands pulling your dress zipper down, you let the dress fall, nothing else on you. he steps back taking you in.

“fuck whatever your mom said, your prefect.” you whispers, stepping forward again, his lips on yours. he’s a hungry man and your his first meal.

his hands go under your thighs and he pulls you up. you do a little hip and wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you over the bed and when your back his the bed you unhook your legs as he undoes his belt and pulls his pants and boxers down.

you grab onto his tie and pull him down to your lips. he trails his mouth down to your collar bone, leaving small marks. he wants everyone to know who’s you are now.

his hand hooks under your leg, pulling it up slightly to wrap around his waist. your hands begin to unbutton the the shirt he wear but you find trouble. he stand quickly, ripping the tie off and ripping open the shirt. the buttons pop off and you laugh lightly at his urgency. his mouth shouts you up.

he can’t wait. he lines himself up with you and pushes in slowly.

“oh fuck todd,” you exclaim. he stretches you out slowly, sinking into you just as slowly.

you moan against his lips as he drowns out your moans.

he sinks lower, his own moans going into your mouth, “god you feel good sweetness, bet you taste just as good too,”

“find out,” you tell him. you look at each other and he raises his brows. he pulls out of you, you whine form his absence.

he falls to his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you down towards him. his kisses down your thighs and at your entrance.

“stop teasin toddy,”

he groans against you as he inhales your scent, “fuck,” he groans and then he’s quick to lick you.

you’re already soaked and it doesn’t take much to push you to your climax. a few swipes of his tongue, his fucks you with his tongue, his nose nudging your clit in a perfect rhythm. you good his face against you as you cum.

a shout leaving your lips as he fucks you through it. his arm laying across your stomach, keeping you down as your hips try to pluck up into his face.

then he’s up at your face again, “you do in fact taste just a good,”

there’s now break before he bottoms out in your.

“too big,” you whine.

“you’re alright baby, you’re doing so good. look at me,” he tells you.

you open your eyes and see him looking down at you, “there those pretty eyes are. you ready to cum again?” he asks you with a tilted head.

you nod, “yes, please,”

“good job using your words baby,” his hand placing itself on your cheek with a swipe of his thumb across your bottom lip.

his lips meets yours as he begins to move back a forth. his pace is slow and you tell him as much. he takes that as an invitation to speed up.

he slams into you a couple of times. back and forth of nothing but pure bliss.

“todd im gonna-“

“hold it, come with me,”

he goes a few more times, his hand moving to your clit and rubbing. you clench around him and he close.

“okay, ready baby?”

you nod fervently.

“ come on,”

you both finish together. his pace slows as you both come. it’s a sweet, slow movement that helps you stay on the high for a while. he collapses beside you for a moment before rolling over and kissing you.

“nice job baby,” he tells you. you’re blissed out, head spinning and dizzy.

he laugh lightly and stands, he walks to the bathroom, running water over a wash cloth and coming back to clean you up.

he wishes you down, and places his t shirts over you. you slips his boxers on and slides in next to you.

he pulls you close to him, your body pressed against his. he kisses your neck.

“thanks for coming with me,” you mean it in more ways than one.

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[loveesiren]

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Kwon Jiyong x reader

a/n: for the BRAT SUMMER 2025 CHALLENGE!!! Thank you my beautiful sister/niece (don't ask) for putting this challenge together! we love Charli in this house and I'm so grateful I got to be apart of this challenge! <3

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warnings: angst, toxic situationship, brief mention of abuse, brief alcohol/sobriety

w/c: 2k

I miss you.

You stared at the glowing words on your screen, jaw clenched, stomach twisting. Of course he texted. He always texted. Maybe not right away—sometimes it took weeks, sometimes months—but eventually, the message always came. Like clockwork.

You rolled your eyes and typed back without hesitation.

Fuck off, Jiyong.

Your thumbs hovered after hitting send. You meant it. Or… you were trying to. Because no matter how many times you swore it was the last time, no matter how many nights you’d spent crying into your pillow, it always ended the same way.

Your phone buzzed again.

I love you.

Three little words. Sharp, hollow, and dangerous.

They meant nothing coming from him. They never had. But god, did you want them to. You wanted to believe them so badly your chest physically ached. Because those were the same three words that had pulled you back a hundred times before. Like a siren’s song in a storm. You knew better, but you still listened.

Your thumbs hovered again.

What happened to Ariel?

Ariel. His latest obsession. His shiny new thing. You’d seen them everywhere—splashed across headlines, smiling for paparazzi, their hands laced together like it meant something. You tried to be indifferent. Tried not to care. But each photo felt like a tiny blade to your ribs.

You knew it wasn’t real. Not really. Because nothing was ever real with Kwon Jiyong. He collected people like souvenirs—pretty, perfect, but ultimately temporary. He liked control. He liked possession. He liked knowing he could wreck you with a single text.

His reply came faster this time.

She’s not you.

Classic. Goddamn classic. He always knew exactly which thread to tug.

You bit your lip, hard. Frustration bloomed behind your eyes, and you threw your head back with a groan. You’d built yourself back up. You’d healed—mostly. You had routines, boundaries, therapy. And yet, here you were, sitting alone in your apartment at midnight with your heart racing over him.

Because it wasn’t just about the love. It was the craving. The need. The way your body remembered his. The way your soul twisted when you tried to forget.

Then it came.

Can I come over?

You stared. Time slowed. Your pulse thundered in your ears. Your head screamed, No. Don’t do this. Not again. You won’t survive it next time.

But your body was already betraying you. Your fingertips twitched with want. Your mind flickered with memories—his lips, his voice, the way he used to look at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

It had been almost a year. And yet, he still had this hold. Like a ghost with unfinished business.

You inhaled shakily, fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard. Don’t. Please don’t. You’re stronger than this.

But strength had never been your strong suit when it came to him.

Okay.

-

The knock came an hour later.

You’d been expecting it. Dreading it. Rehearsing it. But still, the sound made your heart seize in your chest like it had been punched from the inside. You stood frozen for a moment, hand hovering near your ribs as if steadying yourself might keep you from breaking.

One last glance in the mirror. Your eyes were already glassy. You blinked hard, smoothed your hair, wiped the invisible tear that hadn’t even fallen yet.

Then you walked—slow and heavy—toward the door. Fingers curling around the handle like it might burn you.

The door creaked open.

And there he was.

Kwon Jiyong, in all his beautiful, infuriating glory. Ripped black jeans slung low, combat boots dusty from the street, a loose tank top that revealed the newest ink decorating his arms—stories you hadn’t been part of. People you’d never know. A life he’d lived without you.

He grinned like none of that mattered. Like this was easy. Like your heart wasn’t beating itself to death against your ribs.

“Hey, Jagiya,” he said, voice smooth and dangerous. “Miss me?”

You stared. Lips parted, but silent. There were no words for the ache blooming in your chest. Just sadness. Bone-deep. A sadness that had settled into your bloodstream a long time ago and never truly left.

His smile faded just a little, softening into something close to genuine. He reached for your hips and pulled you into him, arms locking around your body like the promises he never kept.

“You smell the same,” he whispered, nuzzling into your hair like nothing had changed.

You stood stiff in his arms, your own arms slowly curling around his torso out of instinct, out of memory. A part of you still wanted to collapse into him, to bury your face in his chest and forget the last year ever happened. But your heart knew better.

He’d been with her. Ariel. And probably others. You’d seen the photos. Heard the rumors. Watched him parade someone else around like she was irreplaceable, only for him to end up here. Like always. At your door. Like a fucking ghost haunting the only home he knew how to return to.

Because Jiyong didn’t do alone. He didn’t like the silence. He needed someone to reflect his shine, to feed the hunger in him. And maybe you were just convenient. Familiar. Easy.

That thought shattered something inside you.

You pulled away suddenly, his touch still clinging to your skin. Your eyes darted around the room like they were searching for an escape hatch. “Uhm… do you want a drink?”

You didn’t see the way his smile faltered. How his chest sank just a little.

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Water. I, uh… I stopped drinking.”

Your hand paused mid-reach for the whiskey bottle on the counter. That made you freeze. You turned slowly toward him.

“I’ve never met you sober,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

He offered a weak smile and slid onto the barstool at your kitchen island, fingers tapping the edge like he was nervous. Jiyong. Nervous.

You grabbed a glass, filled it with cold water, and set it in front of him with shaking hands. Then, without a word, you poured yourself a shot of whiskey.

“So this isn’t a drunken booty call?” you asked, still avoiding his eyes, still gripping your glass like it was the only thing tethering you to reality.

“No. It’s not.” He paused. “I missed you.”

You laughed bitterly, but it was hollow. “You miss me after every breakup, Jiyong.”

He flinched at that, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. If you didn’t let it out, it would rot you from the inside.

“I love you. I always have,” he said gently, that syrupy voice he used when he wanted to slip under your skin.

But this time, it cut like a knife.

“You don’t get to say that,” you snapped, your voice cracking with pain. “You don’t get to waltz in here and say that after everything.”

He opened his mouth, but you kept going. “You hurt me. Again and again. You leave, you lie, and then you show up when she’s gone, when they’re gone, and suddenly you remember I exist. I’m not some fucking safety net, Jiyong.”

Your chest heaved. You were trembling now.

“I-I can’t… I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, blinking rapidly as the tears finally broke through. “I can’t keep pretending you love me when you only show up when you’re lonely.”

He stood. Came around the island like he was going to fix everything with touch, with words, with eyes that always saw just enough of you to break you.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, the other lifting your chin. His gaze was soft. Too soft. Like it hadn’t witnessed the wreckage he left behind.

“Listen,” he said quietly, “I’m sorry.”

But you shook your head, pulling away from him, tears streaking down your face now. “No, you’re not. You’re not sorry. You never are. You’re just scared of being alone tonight.”

He didn’t reply. Just stared. 

“I think you should go,” you said, your voice trembling but firm, eyes fixed on the floor. You couldn’t look at him—not now. Not while your heart was tearing itself in half for the hundredth time.

He stood there, breath shaky, the silence stretching between you like a wound. “Please…” he whispered. “Please don’t make me go.”

His voice cracked. It sounded so small. Pathetic, even. And for a second, that familiar ache inside your chest pulsed again—the one that always made you soften. The one he always counted on.

But not this time.

“We can’t keep doing this, Jiyong,” you snapped, still refusing to meet his eyes. “We’re fucking toxic.”

You heard the sharp inhale from him. Then—

“But that’s us, Y/n,” he pleaded, stepping closer, his voice rough with emotion. “Through all the bullshit, through everything—that’s us.”

You let out a broken laugh, sharp and bitter. Your eyes finally met his, glassy and full of rage. “What’s ‘us,’ huh? Hiding bruises and black eyes behind sunglasses? Bandaging up wounds we gave each other the night before? Crying over words we can’t fucking take back?”

Your voice cracked with the last word. You were trembling, heart pounding in your chest.

“Pretending we made up just because the sex was good?” you choked out. “Only to do it all again the next day? That’s not ‘us’, Jiyong. That’s a fucking tragedy.”

He blinked, and a single tear slipped down his cheek. “It’s worth it,” he said quietly. “You’re worth it.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head as your own tears spilled. “Because you always leave me.”

Your voice rose now, raw and furious.

“You get bored of our chaotic fucking life, and you run. You disappear into someone else’s arms—some new girl, some easy fantasy—and then, when you get tired of her, when you realize she doesn’t know you the way I do, you crawl back like a fucking ghost that refuses to stay dead.”

Jiyong winced, like your words physically hit him.

“You’re not here because you love me,” you whispered, stepping back from him like his presence burned. “You’re here because you’re scared to be alone. Scared to be stuck in a room with your own goddamn thoughts!”

Something shifted in his face. Guilt. Shame. Maybe realization. Maybe just regret.

Then he moved.

Suddenly he was in front of you, pressing you back against the wall—not rough, not violent, but desperate. His hand came up, fingers wrapping softly around the base of your jaw, tilting your face up toward his. His touch was featherlight, but it still made your breath catch in your throat.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t. Your chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him.

But he didn’t kiss you.

He just stood there, breathing hard. His eyes flicked down to where his hand rested on your skin, and for the first time, you saw it: restraint. A flicker of something different in his eyes. Sobriety. Clarity.

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip with agonizing tenderness, like he was memorizing the feel of you—knowing he shouldn’t.

He stared at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever ruined. 

“If I love you…” he whispered, more to himself than to you, “then I have to stop coming back. I have to stop breaking you.”

His hand dropped away like it weighed too much to hold.

“I’ll stop crawling back,” he said softly, a finality in his tone that made your knees go weak. 

Then he turned. No begging. No last-minute kiss. Just silence.

You didn’t stop him.

He walked to the door, opened it, and stepped into the night without a backward glance. The door clicked shut behind him, and the sound echoed in your ribs like a gunshot.

You stood there motionless, a tear tracing down your cheek as your chest tightened, your mouth parting to suck in air you suddenly couldn't find.

You didn’t know if this was truly the end. But for the first time… it felt like it might be.

And that was terrifying.

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[eugism]

I think the horror potential of Obey Me is sooo overlooked.

Like sir, you're living with seven of the strongest demons in Hell. And yeah, it's easy to forget that sometimes but the stuff you can do with it?

For example, a lot of people forget that Leviathan is literally the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. He's been to wars and he has most definitely killed people. Every brother—one way or the other—has killed people. And the potential it has is so high it drives me insane when people don't even think about it.

Yes, the game is light hearted but come on, you live with demons, the stuff they've done (and still do) can and will be morally wrong, and God, do I love it.

The brothers are still big shots in Devildom. Right under Diavolo himself. I like to imagine that a lot of demons are scared of them. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that a lowly demon can have an argument with Satan, for example, and not get their head blown off. Death doesn't really mean much, especially when it's a low ranked demon they could find a million of in the span of minutes. The brothers are old asf and they've seen the wars in Devildom, too. They most likely fought in them.

Now you may have the argument of "But Mammon constantly gets kicked out of casinos, he gets beaten blah blah" and to that I say; He's Mammon. No matter how pathetic he may seem he's still the second eldest. And if you ask me, one of the most emotionally intelligent and mature ones among the brothers. The reason why Mammon is so often walked over is because he doesn't show his strenght. He has the emotional capability and general strenght to not lose his cool even if he's getting insulted by a low-life who he could obliterate in a second.

But back on track, as I was saying, I believe that all of the brothers have killed people, justified or not, and I just need more fics where they're horrifying demons. Batshit insane. A flick of the wrist and blood's everywhere. The angst you could pull off with it makes my mouth water. Like, just imagine accidentally witnessing one of the brothers killing someone and act like it's nothing. THE POTENTIALLL OH LOOOORDDDDDDD

[r3starttt]

VITAMINAS

SUMMARY: Abby taking care of you when you're sick

AN: I don't think I ever posted this but If I did pretend I didn't(???? I wrote this on the worst fever ever so ignore any horrible wording.

Imagine Abby coming home, her jacket smelling like your perfume as she puts it somewhere in the couch. Her shoes loud against the floor as she walks into the kitchen. She can hear your troubled breathing so she's quiet, using the loud rain from outside to quiet her steps here and there in the kitchen and the loud sound of the utensils she's using to cook you the most delicious chicken soup ever. She makes you a sweet tea and a not so delicious remedy with a hideous smell she already knows you're gonna pout about later.

She makes sure to put your medicine into one of those containers to separate the pills for day and hour just in case she needs to go out or can't work from home. Because oh yeah Abigail asked for a week of vacation the second you got sick and took you to the doctor Inmediatelly.

She takes some vitamins and puts them on a small napkin and takes everything to the room, quietly opening the door and leaving all on your night stand.

The bed is a mess, all pillows and blankets for you to use. Old worn clothes and socks everywhere in the bed and floor and tissues everywhere. The old medicine packages on her night stand.

She leaves the door open and leaves you sleeping as she goes for the rest of the manybthinfs she's prepared for you and hurries back as she hears your loud coughing. It's desperate, like you can't breathe.

And when she comes back she cuddles next to you, helping you sit and rubbing your back.

You're sweating and probably about to get fever again, and you can't breathe. Your eyes are teary and puffy from the kittle sleep you've gotten and the frustrated crying you let out last night, cuddling her and confessing how shitty you've felt for being so dependent on her these days, which saddened her because who had ever made her girl feel like a burden before when she was sick for her to think like that?

"Hey... deep breaths baby. You've got this." She murmured, her eyebrows slightly curved in pity. And you tried, you really tried to take a deep breath, but your throat felt too sore and achy and it always ended in a nonstop coughing that made you curve into a fetal position.

Your body was as sore as your throat. And you could barely talk before coughs would interfere.

Your voice was sore and huscky.

"My head hurts." You finally managed to say, barely audible. But Abby heard, touching your forehead just to make sure it wasn't another fever. "It's okay, 's probably just all the coughing and lack of sleep. Don't worry." She murmured. And noticed your discomfort at her words. She was trying her best to comfort you bit there' was only much she could do. "I can't give you anymore medicine. You know that."

And you sighed, turning your attention at all the things she brought for you. "Right. Wait." She kissed your forehead before turning to the opposite side of the bed, in front of you.

She dragged the chair from her desk and pulled it so she could sit in front ot you and the bed, next to the nightstand. "So... these are all the pills you have to take. I put the time too." She paused, holding a glass of water for you to take the pills. "Now... this is the tea you don't like." And just like she thought, you pouted.

She brushed your disheveled and tangled hair away from your sticky face, giving you a gentle smile. "Just take it. Then you sip this. It's sweet." She held the other cup of tea, one that was actually good. And you did, taking the first one in one sip that almost made you throw up again. And immediately you took the other one, a gentle sip that was more than enough to erase the old taste. "And... chicken soup, just like you like it." She held the bowl for you as you straightened yourself in the bed and pushed all the many pillows and blankets aside to properly eat.

"You're getting better." She murmured as if ti convince you. And you sighed. "I mean it. I think you should be better by this week." And you eyed her a little as you ate the soup.

You were mad and annoyed at the lack of sleep and the sore body and throat and the runny nose. The body pain and all the sweating. You felt dirty and dependent and useless and so so in pain.

And in a whole week it hadn't gotten better but worse.

"Thank you." You finally spoke, quiet and huscky. And Abby smiled because she didn't know how much she could miss your voice and your jokes and your laugh.

"When you are done with it you gotta take the vitamins." She held the napkin for you, a sheepish smile on her face. And you nodded.

"What do you wanna go when you get better?" Her tone soft and soothing as always. Like she was talking to a child, simply soft and tender.

You smiled at the thought of it. And she only smiled back, but god was she feeling relieved. She hadn't seen youbsmile since you got sick

"Dunno." You murmured, taking a sip from the soup.

Your breathing steady for once.

"Think about it, yeah?" She insisted, standing from the chair to press another kiss into your forehead and walking over the closet to take her shoes off and change her clothes into pajamas to spend the rest of the cloudy rainy day cuddling with you and taking care of you.

"Love you." She murmured, her arm wrapping around you as she covered herself with a thin blanket. And you looked back at her, smiling once again.

You could talk, but it wasn't needed.

She knew she was loved.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Could i request some headcannons about horus with a reader that's not impressed by him like most are? 🙏

So having to actually fight for readers attention/affection while she actually has a secret crush on one of his brothers

Everywhere he goes, praise and admiration follow. There's no one that wouldn't feel overjoyed, or at least nervous, to have the chance to talk with him, the favorite son. Let's not start with the possibilities of being noticed by him! Horus!

…and what?

Those two words…those two damn words.

He shouldn't be swayed, really; he could just shrug it off and move on, being bathed by the love of many others, finding solace in whoever would kill for his attention!

You were just a serf, for the Emperor's sake! A small grain of salt in the sea of this vast universe! And yet…

It happened so casually, but you wounded me deeply! By two simple words! He was just passing by in the palace, near a small group of serfs focused on cleaning, and he just swayed his hands, a small gesture!

They whispered the usual praise and genuine appreciation.

"He's so charming too! Don't you think?" A voice of a young girl squealed in excitement.

"He's a nice person, I suppose."

"…..And?"

"…and what?"

He stopped there. Why did he stop?! Why did he hide near the closet corner to hear a voice, calm and completely unmoved by him? HIM!

"Well… He's nice, yes, but he's more than that!"

He heard the sound of fabric moving, a gasp. Didn't you just shrug your shoulders?! Did you just shrug it off?!

You were a no one; why should he care?! … And yet he did. Because for the first time someone like you did not fall to his feet like everybody else, and he…hated it? No, it wasn't hate; hate needs more of him for someone that barely exists. He just found it annoying.

He decided to let it go, to ignore the ring and go on, pretending to not care… But he did, a lot even. And so, his personal campaign started, the one where he wanted to put you where you belong, at his feet like everyone else.

And for the first time, Horus started to follow someone else who wasn't the emperor.

He started to search for you and ask about you, and once he was able to get the chance to catch you during your work, he tried to make some conversation with you, to talk, to know you better. Make you feel important, gave you the chance! And you?… You just looked like the most uncomfortable or the most uninterested creature he could put his eyes on.

He took his own time to spend it with you, and you just stay there, cleaning whatever you need to and just playing nice?!

You small little thing… How dare you?!

He decided to do more; that's why you started to receive flowers, dresses, and jewels. Someone like you would feel over the moon, he knew that! Those things are so precious that you couldn't even dream of buying them!

Imagine his face when he saw another serv bring them back with an apologetic look.

"She thinks you must have been mistaken, my lord. The girl said you must have given me the wrong address and told me to take back everything."

Maybe you were shy? Oooh, of course, that must have been the answer! So he took this task on his own, presenting you a small box with a necklace made of rubies and diamonds.

He expected joy, some shock, everything from you. Instead, you make that face…

The face of someone that has been presented with something that displeases them, that worries them because it means that something is behind it, the face that someone makes when they get tasked with something they don't want to do.

"My lord," you talked like you were doing it with a kid, "I can't accept this gift. I'm sorry, but it's too much!"

"Nonsense!" He laughed, "Everyone would love it!"

Just like everyone loved him. You sighed, holding your broom tighter.

"I'm not everyone. I'm working here to receive some money for my family. If I take it, I won't use it, and I will definitely sell it."

"Oh… I can give you a promotion, maybe a raise!"

"…I would still decline, my lord."

Because it was obvious that everything came with strings, and it was about your adoration for him.

Sanguinius, the one that listened from the beginning, just laughed about it. He knew too that these sad excuses for courting were merely a way for Horus to strike at his own ego just because one girl wasn't falling for him. And maybe it was true…maybe…

Even the angel couldn't hold his questions; after all, it wasn't so normal that the warmaster's attention could be focused on a baseline like that. It was kind of funny…and somehow sad, since he had to be the one that needed to console him. He tried to persuade him to give up many times, and every time he refused.

But the kicker was the revelation that came in the form of a scene that seemed almost ridiculous.

He had noticed you; he always did, in that hall, full of people, serving and moving around like a small rabbit. You weren't ignoring him this time; no, no, you were focused on Something…or someone.

You were following two figures that rose above everyone else, one covered in silks, glitters, and gold, and the other that wished to be far, far away. Fulgrim had been successful in bringing Ferrus out of his workshop and finally taking part in one of these parties, and your eyes were glued on them.

Then, something drops from Ferrus, a handkerchief so small that he couldn't notice it, but you did. Your small feet sprint towards it, making sure to not be noticed by the two primarchs, and you grasp the object like it was made of gold.

Horus expected you to give it back; instead, you started to draw back, disappearing from the crowd, getting away from the people with that small piece of fabric, dirty and old, in your hands.

When he found you, hiding behind some columns, away from prying eyes, he saw you…smiling.

He never saw you smiling. Not for him, at least. You held the handkerchief like you held the most precious object in the universe, and...you hugged it, a small tint of red on your face, giggling and kicking your feet.

"Ferrus?"

"Yes…"

"Ferrus Manus? … Our brother Ferrus Manus? The gorgon? Grunting and all work, Ferrus?"

"Yes, Sanguinius, that Ferrus! How many do you know who hold that name?!" Horus spoke, his fist almost crushing the goblet in his hand.

The angel laughed; the revelation was priceless.

"Ooooh! This is…forgive me, brother, this is…just so much to take!"

"Of everyone…" he grumbled, "what does she see in him?!" I respect him, do not misjudge me, but he's as charming as a brick!"

"…Are you jealous?"

"…..no!…no, I'm not!"

And Sanguinius, sniffing the lies, just laughed it off again.

[gotaksboyfie]

haiihii ! i love your hc and oneshots a lot like..i feed and breathe off of them! i hope youre finals went well and congratulations if they did ! (i knew you had it in the bag) 🫡🫡

could i maybe request boyfriend and nsfw hc for suho since i dont think you've done that and i love him sm 💔(not more than gotak my favourite forever)

–🥩

ahn suho bf + nsfw hc's

general

gif creds: @seolinguk

» love at first sight trope personified. the second he lays eyes on you, he just knows you're the one. silently pines until the Right Moment and sweeps you off your feet

» love language is physical touch for sure. he's so cuddly. at home, he refuses to detach himself from your back. his hands are wrapped around your waist, and you two have to do a weird waddle to go anywhere until you decide to lay/sit down

» tones it down a little in public, but doesn't hide his affection for you. it doesn't come from a sense of possessiveness, but just the need to be close to you constantly

» buys you a matching pillow to nap on. if he switches it out for his so you can smell him whenever you use it, that's a secret between him and no one (sieun knows, but that's because suho blabbers about everything he does to you)

» likes it when you come over during his shifts. you come because he gets so smiley, even if it's a little hard to study with the smell of bbq everywhere. it helps get the random girls hitting on him away, and just having you there is a bonus to suho

» spoon feeds you every bite. you just have to sit there because there's an automatic feeder in front of you. he barely even waits for you to be done chewing before he's shoving in another leaf wrap

» never ever get hurt in his presence or else he's gonna go full helicopter boyfriend on you. you're never leaving his side for the next week and he'll be your personal boyguard

» teaches you how to defend yourself against others just in case too. you learn his flashy mma moves along with the easier ones. most of the time, sparring ends with you falling flat on your ass unless he takes mercy on you

» honestly acts more like a mother hen than a boyfriend. he fusses over you and scolds you constantly over your health, leaving you there like a kicked puppy because you didn't ask for a health lesson about junk food and it's negative effects :( you just want to snack in peace. of course he'll follow it up with lots and lots of kisses, telling you how he's just looking out for you

» very nervous about introducing you to his grandma. the two most important people in his life meeting—what if something goes wrong? he knows he's being irrational, but he just wants everything to go smoothly. but turns out he was just worrying for nothing, since you and his grandma got along very well bonding over suho

» absolute loverboy. he's head over heels for you. overall one of the best boyfriends in the cast honestly

nsfw

» gentle and sweet at first, but loses control fast. he can't hold back against you, leading to him thrusting into you sharply after just a couple minutes

» on the skinnier side, maybe a little bigger than 6in

» a body worshipper. he loves each and every part of you. if suho even catches wind of you not liking something about yourself, he will make you believe that you are perfect in every aspect by showering you in praise and kisses

» not a fan of degregation, but if you like it he's down. prefers to tell you how good you're being, how tight you feel, and how beautiful you look underneath him

» takes the lead . if you're not already a pillow princess, you might as well start being one with suho around. you don't have to lift a single finger, he'll take care of you regardless

» puts your pleasure above his (unless you really pissed him off). he gets off just looking at you alone, so he focuses more on you. for every orgasm he has, you'll have double by the end of it

» not super kinky but is open to it. he doesn't really care about it because he thinks that the experience is already the best it can possibly be as long as it's with you

» likes watching his cum leak out of you, but is also scared of pregnancy so he opts for a condom most of the time

fin

a/n i'm SO sorry this took forever 😭😭

[vxnillabxn]

Hii, I saw ur last post about mute reader I couldn't resist to ask— can u write for a half deaf reader? I have to use hearing aids and it's so hard to find disability hc's/shots for the reader in lads ;;

Thank u!!!

𐙚˙⋆.˚ mainfive! x half deaf gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚hiiii! i had to do some research and ask some friends of mine for their experiences, so i truly hope i got this right! also, i know each experience is different, and there are different spectrums, but i tried to keep this as general as possible, hope that's okay! thanks for the request ♡ ꒰ˆ◞⸝⸝◟ˆ ꒱੭ﾞ

𐙚˙⋆.˚ caleb! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he always takes you out to cute, cozy places —most of them quiet enough not to feel overwhelming, and it's always just the two of you, of course.

﹙♡﹚beforehand, he visits all those places himself and checks what events are coming up, so you're never caught by surprise by sudden crowds or loud noises.

﹙♡﹚when talking to you in public, he cups your cheeks and leans in close —partly so you can read his lips and hear him better, and partly so everyone else sees just how close he is to you.

﹙♡﹚you never even have to worry about charging your hearing aids; he's already done it. in fact, he helps you put them on and makes sure they're secure, after years of quiet practice.

﹙♡﹚he recognizes your tiniest expressions; you don't have to say you're overwhelmed for him to notice. he knows how tiring it can be to hear everything amplified, so if it starts to feel too much, he'll gently guide you away without a word.

﹙♡﹚he also notices when you force a laugh or smile because you missed what someone said, but don't want to ask for them to repeat themselves. he'll make them, though.

﹙♡﹚and if anyone dares to look annoyed or refuse? he'll shoot them the friendliest smile, but under the table, he is ready to shoot something —someone— else.

﹙♡﹚after all, all he wants is for you to feel just as included as everyone else —and to feel completely safe leaving whenever things get draining. just say the word, pips. he lives to make your life easier. that's it.

﹙♡﹚also, he remembers when you two used to play hide and seek when you were little. you wouldn't notice how loud you were being when hiding… and he'd have to pretend not to hear you just to see that toothless smile on your face when he let you win. bless his heart.

﹙♡﹚so you can trust him with everything. you don't even have to think; he's already thinking for you. because he wants you to lean on him for everything— even for the things you didn't know you needed, or the things you thought you had already taken care of… but he always knew better.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ rafayel! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i feel like you two have more chances to be petty. literally. if he gets too dramatic, you can just pull your hearing aids off and walk away.

﹙♡﹚and if he follows you or starts signing dramatically from across the room, you can close your eyes —and that's it. he hates it, though.

﹙♡﹚every time this happens, he'll pull you closer, press you against his chest, and groan in frustration —just so you feel the vibrations of his dramatic sulking. there's no escaping him when he wants something… or when he decides to be petty back.

﹙♡﹚if it's the other way around, and you're the one throwing a fit? he'll turn away and cover his ears, whispering and bickering under his breath. your hearing aids might not catch it, and you can't read his lips, but you know he's talking back. little minx.

﹙♡﹚on the sweeter side, he'll decorate your hearing aids. if you let him, he'll add tiny charms, paint delicate patterns, or design delicate little chains. he still wants them to feel comfy and easy to wear, just with a touch of his love and creativity.

﹙♡﹚and if you ask for something special, he'll work on it for days —especially if your design idea has anything to do with him. he loves the thought of you carrying a piece of him everywhere you go.

﹙♡﹚he absolutely adores taking you to big social gatherings. showing you off is second nature to him, but he'll always notice if it gets too loud or tiring. when that happens, he'll sneak you away to some… hidden spots strategically found, so you can still enjoy the event, but without all the chaos.

﹙♡﹚when you two go to the beach, he lights up if you take your hearing aids out to swim or dive with him.

﹙♡﹚and if you decide to keep them on and stay close to the shore (if the sea breeze isn't too strong for your hearing aids to catch), that's fine too. he'll still make sure you enjoy everything else: the warmth of the sun, the breeze, the cold splash of water against your legs. he never wants you to miss out.

﹙♡﹚on that note, he doesn't just sing for you, he signs beautifully too. he learns complex, graceful signs, moving his hands like they're dancing to silent music. so whenever you want to see your pretty fishy-man singing his heart out, you can choose between his voice… or his hands (you'd finally understand the old lemurian songs through the signs he uses, too!)

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sylus! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚okay. the power this man holds? incredible. he'll spoil you, buy you the best hearing aids he can find, and of course, you're invited to every single event he attends. he's more than happy to let you decide where to go, what to eat, what to drink, who to talk to…

﹙♡﹚after all, all he wants is for you to feel comfortable. and if the room suddenly becomes too loud —too many voices blending together, or the music making it hard to catch his soft voice, even when he's so close to you— he'll make everyone lower their voices. he'll even turn down the music himself, just so you can hear him.

﹙♡﹚when talking to you, he'll stare into your eyes a lot more than usual, making sure you are reading his lips clearly, making sure you don't miss a single word he says.

﹙♡﹚he'll slow his words if he has to, but from across the room he'll still say the most quietly passionate things, just to see you get flustered. he can't help it; he thinks it's funny how everyone else thinks you're communicating telepathically.

﹙♡﹚he'll also sign his words, in case you miss them —though he'll do everything to make sure you never do.

﹙♡﹚one thing he loves most? sharing quiet, calm moments with you back at the base.

﹙♡﹚when you both have time to rest, he'll have you sit next to the record player so you can hear every soft note of the melody, while he reads silently beside you.

﹙♡﹚and if you decide to take your hearing aids out, he'll have you sit in his lap instead, letting you feel the vibration of his voice as he reads out loud.

﹙♡﹚he knows your bond goes beyond words. as long as you can feel him next to you, always constant and loving, that's more than enough for both of you.

﹙♡﹚and… you might actually feel him try to purr like a cat when you're curled up together. you're his kitten, after all —and since kittens are born deaf but find comfort in warmth and purring, he tries to give you the same. but don't comment on it… please.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ xavier! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i really think he'd rather sign than speak, to be honest. even if signing takes more effort, it goes more with his nature —like, he can express everything without having to search for the right words.

﹙♡﹚he's so soft-spoken that sometimes it's hard to make out what he says, especially if he isn't whispering directly into your ear, or when you're out on dates where there's background noise.

﹙♡﹚if you don't know sign language yet, he'd absolutely learn it with you. and if it still feels tricky sometimes, he'd come up with simpler, secret signs… like an alien language only the two of you understand.

﹙♡﹚without even noticing, he also picks up your little quirks and gestures. if you scrunch your nose when it gets too loud and your hearing aids start to hurt, he'll do it too.

﹙♡﹚when you watch his lips carefully to catch every word, he'll unconsciously do the same when you talk —even if he can hear with no issues at all.

﹙♡﹚he never questions it if you close a door a bit too loudly or speak louder than you mean to, because you can't really tell how loud you're being.

﹙♡﹚but honestly? he finds it endearing, especially if you're not wearing your hearing aids and you're walking around cluelessly.

﹙♡﹚some nights, he forgets you've taken your hearing aids out to charge, and he'll still mumble to you sleepily, not realizing you're just watching him with an amused smile.

﹙♡﹚and once he notices you didn't quite hear, —because, truly, his voice is so gentle— he'll simply come closer, take your hands in his, and guide them to his chest.

﹙♡﹚you can feel his steady heartbeat under your palms. and given the flush on his cheeks and the way his soft azure eyes look at you, you don't need words to know what he wants; for you to come closer… and cuddle.

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚he makes sure to remind you to charge your hearing aids every night. if you're too sleepy to do so he'll do it for you without fail.

﹙♡﹚he actually enjoys keeping your home quiet; no loud tv, no overloading noise that might cause screeching sounds in your hearing aids, nothing.

﹙♡﹚when you two go out, he'd rather take you to cafés or restaurants, because he can look into your eyes, and you can easily read his lips as an extra help —and he loves to lovingly gaze at you.

﹙♡﹚he'll clean your hearing aids for you, and even though you know how to do it yourself, he'll still show you how he does it. it's always more precise… it must be because of his surgical hands.

﹙♡﹚he always tries to give you sensory breaks. he knows your other senses might feel heightened, especially if you're not wearing your hearing aids. he keeps the lights dimmed, and he likes to hold you close in the solace of your shared bedroom (or his office... or the living room... or his car...)

﹙♡﹚when you get particularly overwhelmed, even indoors, he'll let you rest your head against his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat to ground you.

﹙♡﹚he'll also whisper secrets as you recharge, but very, very quietly. you'd only catch the soft vibrations, not the words themselves. it doesn't matter, because it brings comfort —even if he uses it to confess everything he's been holding back, waiting for the perfect moment.

﹙♡﹚if you get overwhelmed in public, and you give him permission to, he'll gently take off your hearing aids, cup your cheeks —to cover your ears, too— and slowly mouth “you are with me, you are safe.”

﹙♡﹚it works every time, especially since he always leads you somewhere quiet and safe afterwards… which is pretty much anywhere he is, for he is your safest place.

﹙♡﹚at the end of each day, he'll softly kiss behind your ears before gently massaging them between his fingers to soothe them. he wants you to fall asleep, the last thing you feel being him. every time.

[arabellasfvv]

Johnny would literally be your butler without any qualms and questions.

You wake up and the smell of breakfast lingers in the air, and johnny is sitting beside the bed, stroking your hair to help you wake up gently. Already having clothes laid out by the bed, kisses your head as he helps you slip into them. And he's happy to join you in the bathroom, brush your teeth, do your hair, the man woukd help you wipe if you just let him. But he's also content just waiting outside until youre done.

You're out of groceries? He's quick to write down a list of you need and what you deserve before he's jumping into his car and getting your stuff for you. Maybe stop by some other stores to get something you'd mentioned in passing.

Forgot to change your sheets before leaving for work, but once you get home you just wanna collapse into the bed? He's quick to drive to your apartment and change them for you, throwing the old ones into the wash. And while he's there waiting for them to finish drying he might as well dust the place.

Oh you're horny but don't wanna get to work? Don't worry he's already laying between your legs and hooking your thighs over his shoulders. Tongue flattening against your folds and licking up your slick until you can't help but pass out on him. Or he's sitting you on his lap, working his hand between your legs. Fingers prying apart your folds to coat them in your arousal, pushing them inside and hitting your g spot over and over, or just focusing on your clit.

He loves using your toys on you, letting you tell him exactly what you need right now. Pumping that pretty dildo into your hole while focusing a vibrator on your clit just to lick up the mess you cause after.

But nothing is better than when he gest to fuck you. When you just lay back, throw your head back and just enjoy what he's doing to you. Letting his rough hands wander, gentle with you. Touching every inch, kissing every mark and insecurity. Talking all the stress away with that thick accent of his.

You want new decorations for your place? Well, bon, he's an artists for a reason. Tell him what you'd like and next time you see him its covered in oil pants and big grin in his face as he presents his work to you.

You found this pretty furniture at the thrift but it doesnt really fit your vibe? Don't worry, he's already getting his tools out and fixing it to your liking. And he wants you to explain in all the details what you want. He doesn't want you "kinda happy" because you thought you wanted too much. He will build and draw every detail with joy.

Long day and you just feel icky? The showers already running, let's go. Washes your hair, make sure to follow routine to keep it as pretty as it is, massages your scalp while he's at it. If you're stressed just say so and he will fuck it away, dont worry. Gets to his knees to wash your body, placing your feet onto his knee, making sure you're stable as he washes your leg. Sputters at the taste of soap he gets when he kisses them before washing it off.

It all doesn't stop when he's deployed. He's gotten into plenty of trouble for sneaking phones or letters onto ops so he could check up on you. Calls one of his friends, that you're also close with, to make sure you're taking care of yourself and to help you out if you aren't. Arranges for flowers to be sent to your apartment with sweet little notes. Ordering you your favourite takeout every now amd then so you dont have to worry about cooking. And when he sends you letters its in his best handwriting, accompanied by sweet doodles of a flower he saw, or your favourite animal all curled up and cozy. And always you, just something sweet about you, drawing little arrows and notes to point out all the things he loves so much.

Oh and the gifts. They're everywhere and you cannot get away. Every missions ends with you getting a pretty little something. Out with him and you're looking at something a little too long? Its yours. Sees something you might like and he's buying it, giving it to you with a big kiss onto your lips.

Your heels are starting to hurt? Yes, he will carry you, yes, he will swap shoes and make a foold out of himself to make you comfortable. Dont wanna carry your purse? Why would you even think you have to? He'll glady do it. You never ever get to be cold. The moment you shrink up am inch his jacket is thrown over your shoulders and he's pulling you against his warm.

He will also learn how to do make up just for you. Let's you train how to do long nails at him, or if this new make up hack works. He is not insecure about his masculinity and takes it all with pride if it means getting you to smile.

He is just the sweetest little man.