#{ this was supposed to be small but it escalated can u tell }

[carmesi-butterfly]

hi!! i have this noncon to dubcon request wherein meandom!ricky is the son of your boss, and reader is his mom’s new housekeeper. reader accidentally drops one of the most expensive wines in the shen household (due to ricky intentionally pushing her), and ricky threatens her that he would tell his mom, to get her fired, but he then tells her that he won’t have her fired under one condition and that is to let him fuck her, and use her like a cumdump.

and also, can i be 🍄 anon? thank you!

meandom ricky + fem! reader. word count 1,5k. warnings noncon to dubcon, degrading, abuse. not proofread. a/n: hi! i'm gonna try doing the asks more seriously like this time more often (if i feel like it ofc), if i feel like doing something simple i will be using the format i'm already using. also i feel like i added too much intro and a poor amount of smut, sorry anon ㅠㅠ i may do a part two of this because i loved your idea! welcome to the family 🍄 <3

your stay at the shen household was an average experience as a housekeeper, maybe too many hours but that's compensated with a high salary, nice food, and good clothing for doing your labor without having to use your own clothes. the only problem was the son of the house, shen ricky, a young man with unbelievable beauty, sharp features that made him look like a god in the eyes of a normal person like you, and a devilish aura accompanied by a small grin that was always set at the minimal hint of your presence near him.

instantly as you got into that house ricky started to molest you, it started with a few glances at your chest and ass when you were in a “suggestive position” while doing your labor, he didn't even try to hide how he was looking at you like a jewel exposed in an exhibition, free to everybody to look at, things escalated quickly to the point of him touching you shamelessly, squeezing your boobs and bottom tightly while whispering all the things he would do to you, making you feel humiliated and helpless, the last straw was today’s incident at the kitchen, as a housekeeper you were doing your usual job, leaving everything clean and tidy for the shen family, mrs. shen asked you personally to clean and organize their wine collection for a special dinner they will have soon.

after accommodating the majority of the beverage there was only one left, a beautiful bottle with an eccentric decoration, adorned by gold leaves and letters of the same color on the tag, it was probably the most expensive drink among all the others and the most important one for the event, your assignment was about to be done but the blonde guy appeared in the room, driving your nerves to their highest point only with his presence.

“my mother asked you to do this?” initiated the conversation, getting close to you slowly.

“u-uhm, yes” your answer reflected discomfort, “it's for the dinner meeting…” your responses were brief, trying to avoid a possible next conversation but not trying to be too dry because he's your boss, your earnings depend on him.

“i see” his short reply relaxed you a little bit, you supposed that he wasn't in the mood for a longer conversation and you were perfect with that, as far as you stayed from him the better.

sadly, your assumption was wrong and the chinese boy was just waiting for a moment of distraction on your side, the moment that came when the last bottle of wine had to be kept on the drinks cabinet, as soon as you turned around with the fragile object in hand ricky went direct to your back and pushed you, this was enough for you to fall, the wine slipped out of your hands and ended up colliding on the floor in front of you. the only response that came out of your body was your hands covering your mouth as a sign of surprise, your throat started to hurt as you tried to suppress the tears, a stupid “mistake” like this is going to cost you your job and probably the future ones, working as a housekeeper depends a lot on the recommendations people give to their acquaintances, you think the shen family is going to recommend you after this? of course not, even if you're not at fault in this situation, who is going to believe the humble servant over the son of the family? no one.

“look at what you've done,” pointed out, bending down on your side while looking at the mess he created, “do you think my mother will get you fired for this?” said with a smile.

you turned up to him with an anxious stare, your heart started to beat faster, and the big amount of tears you were saving came out like a waterfall, “don't tell her, i will make it up, clean everything! you don't have to pay me, please just don't fire me” your desperate cries weren't more than a sweet melody to his ears who were pleased to hear it, and craved for more.

“hm… let's have an agreement then” the opportunity of having something as an agreement with the youngest of the shen in a way to preserve your job was risky, especially knowing the kind of behavior he had with you before, but losing your employment wasn't an option you could take right now. “i will take the blame for this,” started, his index finger pointing to the broken wine, “but you have to let me do to you whatever i want, that's the only condition i ask you, you know what i mean by that, right?” it could be confusing for others, but you knew exactly what he was asking for and were willing to give him everything to maintain your job.

“okay, i accept…” you said the words that sealed your contract with the devil and were aware of that. more tears slide down your face knowing what is coming next for you, an act that ricky enjoyed profusely.

“don't cry, you will enjoy it” demanded, his hand grabbed brusquely your hand and made you face him, “clean this mess and go to my room, don't take much time or things will get worse for you” with those words he left the space, leaving you in a spiral of chaos and conflictive emotions.

your face being forced into the pillow absorbed the tears and silenced all the moans, groans, cries, and everything that could come out of your mouth at this moment. roughly, ricky pulled your hair driving your head up, near his so you could hear him better.

“i told you would enjoy it,” bragged, his dick slamming harder into your pussy, the impact of the amount of strength he was using made the clapping sound in the room louder, acting more desperate as a signal of his orgasm being closer.

your mind didn't agree with that, his touch on your skin felt nauseating like if you were about to vomit every time he brushed his fingers over you, but your body said the opposite, your legs trembling, your clit palpitating and your cunt clenching at every thrust while your mouth was drooling leaving a trace of saliva on your face and pillowcase, your mind dizzy with all the pleasure even if ricky was just beginning this torture.

“i already fucked you dumb but we just started, let's see how much you can last” his thurst followed the same fast but steady pace, “we won't stop until you're dripping my cum, yes?” asked you, as if your opinion were important or worth of consideration for him. his last words were an advance of what was about to happen, acting as a premonition that became true, with a last shove of his dick into your pussy the young man had his first orgasm of the night, cumming inside and holding you tight restricting your movements, his mouth biting your shoulder fighting the moans that wanted to be free. for you, this was more than humiliating, but the cumshot was so strong, it hit your interiors and filled you so deliciously that provoked your climax too, causing a strong reaction in your body that never went through a phenomenon as strong as this, the pillow helped to muffle your loud moans whilst your whole physique trembled like gelatin.

the position was changed quickly by ricky, who now had you in a mating press, his cock not leaving your cunt even when he turned you around without any difficulties like a puppet, he didn't want any of his semen leaking out of you until the end of the act. after taking a few inhalations trying to regularize his breath a bestial motion started, his whole dick coming in and out of your pussy hitting your cervix in a way that made you cry, your mouth could merely release stuttering at every shove, you completely lost the ability to speak of how good he was fucking you, even if your hole was so abused by ricky’s dick that it felt like burning or your nipples and clit being so sensitive because of the overstimulation that they react to the most minimum brush, it hurt and at this point of being fucked so dumb you can't think if you like it or not.

by the end of the action, you can't even recall an estimated number of times you've finished, it's safe to say that you probably passed out too, and didn't notice, it's not like ricky cares so you probably fainted and he continued fucking you… but that's okay because his mission was completed! having you filled up to the brim of his seed, cunt so full of it that at the moment you got up to dress it started dripping out and sliding through your legs, which got the mean boy mad and he had no more option than to masturbate you, using his delicate and slender fingers to maintain everything inside while a few insults and degrading words were said, that hurt your ego but hey, you need to accustom to it if you want to keep your job.

[guppyscolita]

can u tell us more abt that chair tf piece u did a while back?? i remember u saying it was part of some project and ive been wondering what the context behind it mightve been

oh sure. I can talk a bit about the project and the piece just to recall, anon is talking about this piece:

"What is a chair? there was a human there I think, now there's just a piece of wooden furniture, beautiful, well, not really, just useful at least. do you want to become one?"

As I mentioned on the original post, "the chair" was a extract from a bigger project I was working on one subject for my career, a subject that actually proceeds my thesis project. Ideally, the piece belonged to a group of pieces that used transformations to talk about certain social situations that are specially reflected on my city/country. And the medium I was going to use was street art: Stickers, Stencils, paste-ups and posters specifically. "the chair" was supposed to be on sticker format, and it was supposed to be around the center of the city, where my college (art college) is Of course while being outside on the wild, people could see the sticker and think whatever they wanted about why a chair is wearing clothes. The idea is that there was a human there, before it turned into a chair. Now what people took out of that is what could make the piece interesting. My idea was letting it as ambiguous as it is. But the original context on the sticker is actually a reference to an art piece called "1 and 3 chairs" by Joseph kosuth. where there's a whole analyses about concept and form, it also is a conceptual piece, which by itself brings a lot of discussion about he forms of art and such.

On a similar tone, the piece also is inspired on "this is not a pipe" by René Magritte

again, as part of an analisys about what we see vs what it really is in art. Said references (to which I can technically say "the chair" is a parody off) are, most likely, something that just a small amount of people would get if they see the sticker on the wild. And It's why I like to let the meaning open and not try to pretend much of what the sticker is. So, Why Someone turned into a chair?...

-------------------------- As for the rest of the project, there was other 3 pieces that also went around the same idea of transformations. "the chair" was the one I found funnier and I think it really worked the way I wanted. Saddly, my city and overall country has gotten VERY dangerous atm, and specially when I was about to vandalize set my pieces on the street, the violence escalated so high that face-to-face classes where suspended. So I just couldn't really finish the project as I wanted But honestly, even if it's not for a subject, I do want to set at least the chair around my city, I think that would be fun.

[bloogers-boogers]

College AU hc:

Cartman is asexual and sex repulsed. He has a huge crush on Kyle that's pretty obvious to everyone around him. Kyle assumes that Cartman is just lusting after him and wants sex from him, but it's far from the truth. Ah yes, Cartman's homoerotic fantasy: holding hands, cuddling and hugs, how kinky lol.

I can see that, with how much it’s implied that Cartman’s has been sexually abused in the show he’ll probably prefer to stay away from anything related to intercourse. And of course eventually Kyle has to learn to be understanding of Cartman’s preferences. Tho I feel there’s gonna be alot of complications in their relationship because of this same issue but they’ll manage to overcome it after a brief time.

However I also see Kyle just cuddling Cartman after a huge fight they had because of this.

I see Cartman still not telling Kyle of being asexual just admitting his sex repulse but is never taken seriously because he tends to joke about it instead.

They were in middle of a makeout session while in bed and Kyle got turned on and just flipped Cartman over outta pure lust; he wasn’t being harsh but it was obvious what was on his mind as he plant small kisses on Cartman’s ears while grabbing his waist, in Kyles mind he was being sweet and romantic but ofcourse Cartman did not react well to it and kicked Kyle off shouting profanities at him as the shouting escalated.

“¡I get you want my hot body so damn much but that doesn’t give you the right to manhandle me!”

“¡I’m sorry, Cartman! I- I dont know what happened in me but I would have never gone further from that!”

“U huh, but you couldn’t just NOT flipped me over?? How the fuck am I suppose to trust you if you do shit like that!???”

“¡Fuck you, Eric! If you really see me capable of doing the shit those pigs did to you as a kid!”

*complete silence*

“You think…”

“What else do you expect me to believe? After you keep reacting like I’m about to rape you!”

“Kyle…” Cartman bites his down lip, he sighed defeated calming himself down as he rubs his face, “Kyle i don’t- I know you would never.. I- look, im sorry okay? I just.. don’t feel like going to that length.”

“Why not!? You keep dogging it and not explaining me why! Am I not good enough? Cause by this point I believe you find me disgusting.”

Cartman stares at Kyle in awe before walking towards him and holding on to his flushed cheeks, “Kyle I think you’re the most beautiful man out there..”

Cartman can hear Kyle gulp as he stares at him deeply into his eyes; listening to him attentively.

“I just don’t want to have sex, I find it disgusting.” He moves away, now arms crossed facing away from Kyle. “The act of two individuals taking off their clothes, rubbing against each other for fricción and some humping to gain pleasure .. I find it not only a humiliating display but a desperate act of attention.

When the most pleasurable thing you could receive is some warm hugs, kisses and hand holding. Isn’t that enough to please someone at whole? It’s enough for me.” He turns to look at Kyle; who now looks very confused. Cartman groaned annoyed, rolling his eyes, “Kyle I’m asexual you dumbass!”

“YOU’RE WHAT”

[roylustang]

5, 15, and 44 please!

5 are you only doing this because you’re bored?

Tbh I guess I was just wondering if anyone would send something 😂 so thank u for the ask

15 what’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you?

Hmmm off the top of my head it’s probably between the two potential UFOs I’ve seen and one of the many weird coincidences I’ve been a part of that makes the world feel very small. Also how I met Evan so I’m gonna tell that story because I really want to 😂

Evan and I are from the same state (Ohio) and we both were in the same graduating class at the same out-of-state (Louisiana) university but the first time I actually knew of his existence was from when an ultrarunning meme account I was following on Instagram reposted his story. The story was just a selfie of him during his run but I literally recognized the fucking leaves/bark on the partial tree in his pic enough to be like ‘yo is that fucking [REDACTED] park?’—the same park I did a lot of my runs at—so I went to his profile and found out all of the information I mentioned in the beginning. I followed him. He followed me back (which honestly is something I wouldn’t have predicted he’d do now that I actually Know him, but I digress). We exchanged snapchats for reasons I don’t recall. We snapchatted for months but never met up. Then one random Tuesday in like March I was at the NOLA airport late at night after coming back from a trip to New York for (looking back on it) a very surreal reason and as I was going down the escalator I notice the guy standing in front of me and I’m thinking like ‘wait a second……is that Evan????’ And I truly have no idea bc I’ve only seen him in pictures and I can only see the back side of him. I check his calves bc if they look good then he might be a runner and if they don’t then it’s probably not. His calves are huge and I’m like ‘fuck. Do I say something? I’ve never met him in person before and this is probably the weirdest time ever to do it’ and I end up not doing it. As soon as I’m in the Uber back to my apartment he snapchats me and is like ‘was that you?’ And I was like FUCK ‘yeah oh my god’. Anyway, the first time I actually spoke to him was two months later for like 2 minutes right before our college graduation ceremony. A month later I was in Yosemite national park when he called me and asked me to pace him for the Tahoe 100 miler. And weve been best friends ever since <3 lol

44 do you collect anything?

I was HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK THIS LOL mainly because I’ve just recently started collecting something new 😂. Idk when exactly I started but sometime this past year I decided to start collecting postcards of old Works Progress Administration posters from the 30’s/40’s for every national park I’ve been to. Unfortunately, some places were not declared national parks until after the 40s so they don’t have WPA posters. There is another company that makes most of the other postcards they sell at NPS gift shops and one of the styles is definitely intended to imitate the old WPA art style in which case I do get those ones instead. But there are subtle differences. I can’t explain what they are but u can just tell. Anyway, most recently I expanded my collection to include an actual poster (a reproduction) of Bryce Canyon bc it is my favorite NP. And I suppose the ultimate pinnacle of collection would be to get a REAL vintage WPA poster but ngl I could easily see that selling for like $1k+ bc there are only ~2,000 left in existence. But maybe one day.

Anyway, sorry this got so long 😂 but thank you for enabling me (esp for question 44 lmao) to talk about things I think are fun.

[booppooo]

hi heard u were taking requests and i really love ur writing! can i req an ellie x f!reader where they sort of have a fight because of her close relationship with dina (reader sort of gets defensive when ellie asks why they don’t hang out but like it escalates) and then at the ball, she sees u dance with jesse, cue in MASSIVE jealously on ellie’s behalf and then it just clicks that she likes you… would prefer a happy ending 🫣🫣 for the sake of everyone on the ellie tag pls

How Does It Feel?

Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

AN: ugh love this <3

Warnings: arguing, swearing, jealousy, kissin'

(Comment Credits!)

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This wasn't how patrol was supposed to go.

Usually patrol with Ellie was fun: taking out infected, making stupid jokes, sometimes gossiping or even flirting. But today you were feeling sick to your stomach around her.

You couldn't help but noticed how touchy her and Dina had been lately and how much time they were spending together. Sure - they were best friends, you all were, but you saw the way Ellie looked at her and the way Dina would smirk back. It made you furious. So the past week and a half every time Ellie asked to hang out you would brush it off or say you had picked up another patrol assignment and would be busy.

Now she had confronted you about it, and now you were fighting about it.

"It's nothing Ellie stop worrying about it." You grumbled while working on your gun at a workbench.

She huffed, "Y/n please just tell me what's wrong, I want to help."

"Yeah well..." you blew off some dust on your weapon, "you kinda can't."

"Kinda?"

You slammed your hands on the table, "Just stop! I told you to give it up already."

Her speckled nose started to scrunch indignantly, "You don't have to be a dick."

You gripped the cleaning cloth in your hand with enough force to crush a baby's skull and looked at Ellie in disbelief. But alas, you shook your head and decided not to entertain it anymore.

"Is it something I did?"

"Oh my god Ellie-!"

"Stop fucking avoiding my questions and just tell me yes or no!"

You could just smack her, "I don't have to tell you anything actually, so why don't you and Dina go eat shit and fuck off." Your attention turned back to your gun.

Ellie's jaw all but dropped on the floor.

She pointed to herself in frustration, "Oh so this is my fault? Ya know I wouldn't be hanging out with Dina all the time if you wouldn't keep leaving me in the dust or telling me you're 'busy.' Ever think about that Y/n?"

Heat tingled your skin as your fury grew to more intense levels, "Ever think about why I don't want to fucking hang out with you anymore?" You flashed her a side eye.

"I would like to know so I can fix it!" She was standing on top of you.

After sliding your pistol into your holster you stared her down. Dark green eyes boring back into your own angry irises and her mouth ajar in disbelief.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!" She exasperated.

"Stop eye fucking Dina every time you see her."

With that you felt the color drain from your face and your instinct was to whirl around and rush back to your horse.

Ellie was left standing and watched you storm off, biting her lip and picking at her nails. Unsure if she should feel insulted that you were threatened by her and Dina's dynamic or upset she had made you jealous, either way she felt a deep guilt lining her stomach.

-

Your hands felt small against Jessie's expansive pecks. He smelled like eucalyptus and the cool winter air as he pressed closer to you and held your hips tighter. Though you were tipsy, you still felt a genuine sense of excitement with him while you danced.

A more fast paced song began to play and he plucked one of your hands from his chest and spun you around leaving you to giggle against him when he snatched you back against his torso.

"You better stop before you make me fall in front of everyone!" You laughed.

"Make me." He smirked as he spun you out and back in, crossing your arms across your chest and swaying with you.

Little did you know, a certain red-headed girl was standing at the bar, grinding her jaw and holding her glass tightly - on the verge of making it shatter in her palm. After you brushed a light kiss against Jessie's neck Ellie tossed back the rest of her drink and went to stomp out of the winter ball, but a particularly sweaty Dina gathered up her wrist and pulled her onto the dance floor.

"Ellie! C'mon and dance with me!" She smiled, definitely drunk. Her face was a relief to see, but also made Ellie's heart leap into her throat.

Dina's back faced Jessie's leaving Ellie to catch glimpses of you over Jessie's much larger figure. You laughed and ogled at him, danced with a smile on your face and bit your lip flirtatiously. Her frustrated, forest glare couldn't peel away from you. That was until you shared a long, intimate kiss with Jessie and Ellie abruptly excused herself and left for her garage.

Pulling away from your kiss just in time you saw a sliver of Ellie's frame rushing through the door, then spotted an utterly confused Dina. Even in your slightly intoxicated state it didn't take a lot to put two and two together and feel your drinks hit the back of your throat.

"S-sorry I'm not feeling good...I need to go." You frowned at Jessie before making a quick exit.

As fast as you could you ran down the steps and followed the imprints of Ellie's fresh tracks in the snow until you saw her lit up by the moonlight on the road.

"Ellie!"

The cold made your airways sting.

Thankfully she turned to glance over her shoulder, but only to furrow her brows and clench her fists at you - yet she waited for you to catch up.

Her stare was deadly. She loomed over you and was nearly vibrating with pent up rage. Jealousy had an iron grip on her rationality.

"Listen.." you sighed, out of breath and still sick to your stomach.

But it was your turn to listen.

"No. Fuck you for chewing me out the other day on patrol just to - to fuckin' -" she pointed to the building where the ball was being held while her words jumbled in her mouth, "you're so frustrating!"

You tried to rack your brain for a rebuttal but every explanation you came up with seemed too pathetic to leave your brain.

"And just for the record, I don't like Dina. So stop trying to get into Jessie's pants because there's no fucking point." A few tears had streaked down her face and she was struggling to catch her breath. "I-I never liked Dina, she's just my friend. You're-"

You saw the words clot in her throat. She had finished the sentence in her brain but her body had slammed on the brakes, leaving her motionless and staring at you in humiliation. The feeling was familiar to you, everyone had experienced it at one time or another, but that didn't stop you from prying.

"I'm what Ellie?"

Her fists grew tighter and her jaw wired shut. It was like she was trying to scream at you telepathically while also cringing at herself internally. All of it made you grow impatient, and knowing Ellie she'd be too stubborn to give you a straight answer (and if she did it would take days), so you took it upon yourself to find what she would refuse to say.

For months you had wanted to do this. Calculating the perfect time, which place and how to create the right atmosphere to optimize the experience, but all of that was thrown out of the window. Right now was the time to do it - perfect or not, in the middle of the street with tension building between you two.

You swooped in, cupping her chilled cheeks and tilting your head, finally planting your lips firmly on her's. The only reason why you didn't pull away sooner was because her lips were so soft and delightfully warm that it made your whole body feel like it had been dipped in warm chocolate, what brought you out of it was a snowflake tickling your nose.

For a beat you stood with your palms resting against her face while you tried to read her, then you stepped back, "I'm what Ellie?"

"You're the one I like."

The words tumbled from her lips. Her eyes were still glossed over and you could tell she was still in a daze.

"Then..." you furrowed your brows, "then why were you flirting with Dina so much? Why didn't you just tell me? You knew I felt the same."

Her fists unclenched and she picked at her fingers bashfully, "Fuck Y/n...I-I don't know, it was stupid. I wasn't sure you felt the same and I didn't want find out yet because I like spending time with you."

"Ellie..." you sighed.

"I'm sorry. I like you Y/n. I really do."

For the first time in a few days her eyes met yours with something other than anger or irritation. To you it looked like compassion and yearning, which you reciprocated without issue. You took one of her nervous hands into yours and held it tightly, taking another step toward her. As if it were natural to her she scooped up your other cold palm, warming it as best she could.

"I like you too Ellie," you smiled, "Kiss me and I'll forgive you."

The words barely left your mouth and her lips were already on yours. This kiss was more than the one you shared before: deeper, more passionate, loving. Her tongue wet your bottom lip and slipped past to taste yours - it all scratched an itch you had been dying to dig at for a long time.

Slowly pulling away with a few last kisses in between, Ellie hummed, "Y/n...you're the one for me."

[yuumaofc]

//EP. 3; The brothers are acting weirdly, how strange.

TW// Death threats, Cursing/bad words :(,

MC POV

It’s been a fairly strange morning, if I do say so myself. Firstly, the brothers were annoyed and irritated but I simply brushed it off as them waking up on the wrong side of the bed as this is nothing new. Secondly, Felix has been quiet ever since our encounter with the demons from yesterday. He’s usually always so talkative so maybe he’s also not feeling well.

MC- “Good morning everyone.”

The only response, or vocal response, was from Felix. He gave a barely audible hum as acknowledgement to my greeting, everyone else stayed silent at the dining table as I put down everyone’s respective plates of breakfast.

Everyone- “Thanks for the food.”

The brothers are acting weirdly, how strange.

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; 10:57ᴀᴍ, ʀᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ}

{SFX; Clack.. clack.. clack..}

???- “distantly it’s all.. plan.. this’ll be.. sy..!”

MC- ‘Whoever could that be? Well whoever it is, they won’t be for long since it sounds like they’re up to no good.’

I sped up my pace, hoping to catch the demon quickly and report this to Diavolo.

{SFX; SLAM!}

At the point I was sprinting down the halls, this definitely wasn’t good.

???- “Just what the hell do you think you’re planning, Huh?! You better fucking tell me of else I’ll rip off your stupid empty head and feed your worthless body to-“

Before things could escalate any farther, I turned the corner into the hallway with the two and saw that it was Felix and Satan. Felix had an expression of the upmost fear and hurt you could ever see in a person. Satan, on the other hand, was bursting with rage. He looked so angry that he was about to explode like a volcano.

Satans grip on Felix’s biceps was deathly, his knuckles were white and was cutting of the circulation quickly, at this rate he might break Felix’s arms like toothpicks. He squeezed him harder to which Felix yelped loudly, he was borderline about to scream his lungs out from the pain.

MC- “SATAN! What the hell are you doing?! Let go of him immediately!!”

Satan looked at me in shock and let go of Felix instantly, clearly stunned at being caught looking like the villain in this situation. Felix took this chance to run over to me and crash into my arms. He was trembling, holding in his sobs, he explained to me what had happened.

Felix- “I-I was just walking back to m-my class after u-using the bathroom and g-got attacked by S-Satan out of n-no where!”

Satan grew angry again at his accusation, impossibly even more so, and screamed,

Satan- “FUCK YOU MEAN I ATTACKED YOU OUT OF NOWHERE?! YOU KNOW DAMN WELL AS I DO WHY I DID WHAT I DID!!”

MC- ‘At this rate, the other demons would be coming out to see what the commotions all about..’

Placing one hand on the back of Felix’s head and the other on the small of his lower back, I looked up and glowered at Satan. In return, Satan flinched, having never seen such a look ever cross my face before, too used to seeing a smile or calm look come to my face.

MC- “Satan, I believe I’ll have to be telling Lucifer about your behavior after school unless you can somehow make it up to Felix about this. You disappoint me. I thought you knew better than to attack a new arrival who is still getting used to being here.”

Satan stared at me in shock. Why? Why was I, the one who’s been with him and his brothers for 2 years, be trusting someone who’s only been here for a week!? How could I be taking this.. things side! When I didn’t even know the full story?! But I suppose I can’t take the attackers side and blame the victim during the act of violence displayed before me when I arrived, now can I?

Before he said anything, he shut his mouth and growled, storming away to go take out his anger on a helpless tree or read a book to calm down. Growing ever more angered, irritated, and aggravated after seeing the mocking and cocky smirk he got from a certain someone but going unnoticed by someone else, practically screaming, ‘I win.’ Right in his face.

MC- “Felix, let’s get you to the infirmary as you’ve most likely gotten bruises from that. His grip looked deathly tight on your arms.”

Felix nodded, not saying a word as he was too shaken up by the encounter with the Avatar of Wrath. The experience is definitely not amazing as he could break your neck with just a flick of his wrist.

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 11:36}

When we got to the infirmary, I sat Felix down on one of the hospital beds and went to go look for the nurse but she wasn’t here.

MC- ‘Why are the nurses never here when needed? Maybe she just left to the bathroom or something then.’

I walked back over to Felix to check up on him. He was looking at the floor, feeling a little disappointed in himself about having to depend on me so much but it’s only been a week since he’s been here so I do not hold it against him for clinging to me on a daily basis. The shock of being in a new area on such short notice will definitely have effects on your current self.

MC- “Felix, are your arms okay? They’re not sore or anything, are they?”

He jolted at the sudden ask and looked up at me with slight puffy eyes.

Felix- “No.. I.. I don’t know, maybe? I mean, I probably can’t use them for a bit? Y’know because he grabbed me pretty tightly and all…”

MC- “Yeah I understand that part. I’ll be reporting this to Diavolo and Lucifer. Just stay here and rest until the nurse gets back.”

Felix nodded and laid down on the bed, it’s been a really weird day.

MC- “I’ll be back to check on you after school, alright? Can you wait until then or do I need to check up on you regularly during the breaks between each period?”

Felix flushed at the second option.

Felix- ‘As much as it would be nice..’

“I don’t want to take up your time and make it feel like you’re obligated to watch and take care of me.”

MC- “So you would rather have me come and get you after school?”

He nodded and smiled, albeit weakly..

Felix- “Yeah, I would feel like a burden if you came in often just for me..”

I stared at him before sighing and nodding at his words.

MC- “Alright then, but if you have any questions or problems then just tell the nurse to come get me.”

He smiled and nodded with much more enthusiasm, waving at me as I left the infirmary.

{ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ʀᴀᴅ; ʟᴇғᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪɴɢ, ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ɪɴғɪʀᴍᴀʀʏ. ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 11:57}

MC- “It’s almost time for lunch, I should report to Diavolo and Lucifer then-.. I sound too much like Lucifer, I need to loosen up again and stop being around him so much. . . And I need to talk to Satan about his outburst.”

{ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴋɪᴘ; ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ᴄᴀғᴇᴛᴇʀɪᴀ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 12:04}

As I entered the cafeteria, I made a beeline for the table that they sit at, needing to talk with Satan and ask him why he did what he did. I’m not choosing sides, everyone has a reason for why they did what they did. Even if it’s one of the dumbest reasons you’ll ever hear…

Beel- “Oh- Emshee! Whush up?”

He greeted me as I approached the table of 6, their heads turning in my direction. Satan’s face soured, resentment clawing it’s way back into his body but it wasn’t resentment meant for me.

MC- “Hello Beel, please don’t talk with your mouth full, you could choke.”

Beel nodded and swallowed his food before speaking to me again.

Beel- “So what’s up? Did you need something?”

MC- “Yes actually, I need to speak to Satan.”

Satan sighed with slight annoyance before standing, patting down any wrinkles that formed in his uniform then walking away with me to converse.

{ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ; ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ; 12:37}

Satan- “If you’re still mad at me about what happened earlier then you might as well just-!”

I stopped him in the middle of his sentence by caressing his face gently. He blinked in surprise before leaning into my touch, it always helped calm him down.

MC- “I’m not mad about that anymore, I just want to know why..”

Satan scowled at this, wasn’t it obvious?!

Satan- “I did it because he’s planning something! That little good for nothing crybaby bitch is planning something, and it has something to do with you! Okay?!”

I stared at Satan in surprise, how could Felix do something like this? That shy pink haired boy that wouldn’t harm a fly, is planning something? And it has to do with me?

MC- “Well that’s a little far fetched since Felix wouldn’t harm a fly! But if what you say is true then I guess I’ll have to ask him myself.”

Satan- “No! Why would you ask him?! He’s obviously going to deny it!”

MC- “Then what do you suggest we do?”

Satan- “We wait it out I guess..”

MC- “Hm.. I guess we could, it’s for the best I guess.”

Satan hummed in content before separating from my hand and taking it into his, dragging me back to the table with the other 5.

It’s been such an unusual day today.

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[memes-saved-me]

You Could Have Saved Him - Pt 2

Part 1

Steve knew this was ridiculously stupid. So dangerous he would be better off jumping off the Quarry when he got there but as he drove through the town which slept far too soundly for his liking. For his current state of mind, he wanted to blast whatever he had in the stereo and wake them up, scream danger and a warning but instead, he stared at the road running through every single thing he had ever wanted to say. 

Except, when he pulled up as close as he could get to their spot he found himself stuck looking up at the stars Billy always admired so much. He could sit for hours telling Steve stories about the moon and what mythology says about her but instead of that, there was silence. Not even a party down by the water's edge with the current town panic of Eddie being a supposed murderer. 

Before he walked through the trees to the small clearing only a few feet from the dirt path he stopped, turned back to switch on the radio and pushed in the tape he had been avoiding since July. Billy's mixtape. 

It was filled with songs Steve loved and a few Billy had forced on him over time but as he turned the volume to full he wanted to make sure he could hear it well enough to keep him safe at the least, comfort at the most. Just as they had left it, the two large rocks pressed against one another sat in the small patch of grass. He pulled out his flashlight as the headlights of his car began to fade and made his way to sit down where he would always find himself. Whether it be between Billy's legs or looking up into his eyes as he lay with his head in his lap. The faint initials carved into the stone of the bolder were the only thing keeping Steve from running away. Keeping him to his promise to say what he came there too. What that would be exactly was yet to be figured out. 

"Hi," he breathed tracing the B with his finger but before he could say more he choked, his throat dry and his eyes stinging as he held back the tears he had controlled for so long. "I'm...I'm so sorry." 

He broke. Hand falling from the stone to clutch his chest as everything well and truly fell apart. Sure, there had been nights when his chest got tight and the lack of Billy's warmth beside him became too much but this was everything all at once. Not just Billy but the fate of the world once again being dropped on his shoulders. The scared faces of his friends looking at him and the life of Max slipping through his fingers as his own hanging off a cliff. 

"Billy," he paused with a sigh and a slight smile. "This feels so dumb. If you can actually see or hear me I bet you're getting a real kick out of this. Laughing your ass off wherever you are but you're gonna have to calm down and listen. Listen because...because I'm so sorry. So sorry I let you...let you face that thing...that monster alone. I should've ran down that escalator and grabbed you or just had the fucking guts to be there when...when you...when." 

That moment played in his mind. The shock froze his limps as he stared down at Max crying beside his still body and yet the first thing he thought was not of the pain that suddenly seeped into every nerve in his body but that he was too afraid to go down there and see Billy up close. Not because it would make it real but because everyone would know. That everyone would see the grief hit him, see his legs give in and the tears fall as he begged Billy to wake up. 

So scared to be exposed that he stayed up on that balcony. Fell backwards and let the last few days catch up all at once. Let it all crumble inside until he was left empty, exhausted and alone. 

"I read that letter you wrote, well half wrote but I keep it under my pillow every night. I read it when I miss you, when I miss your voice. And...and I just need you to know I felt the same way. I was just too scared to freak you out so I didn't say anything but please if you can hear me I need you to know I love you so much it hurts. I thought I knew what love was, what it felt like but I didn't until you and now I can't imagine the future without you. Without us because I had this plan that one day after you graduated and we had some money we would drive out to California. Maybe visit some places along the way and stop by the beach until we found somewhere more permanent. A home for us." 

The music from the car stopped but Steve didn't move at all. He stayed right where he was sitting before turning back to the carved letters and brushed his hand over them. "I'll never not love you and I just hope you knew that. I need you to know that. I miss you so much and I'm not ready to say goodbye. I thought I was. I thought I'd come sit right here and it would all make sense and I'd let it all go but now I know I can't. So this isn't a goodbye, this is a see you later." 

With that, he climbed to his feet, kissed his fingers and placed them on their initials before walking back to the car but when he did he saw a figure standing in front of the headlights. Too blocked out by the brightness to be recognised but that was when Steve noticed the stars were gone. The night sky was replaced with clouds and red flashes of lightning. 

"Shit," he breathed as he stepped back almost submerging himself in the bushes but then it moved. "I am not doing this." 

"Steve." 

The voice cut right through him and sent him running in the opposite direction until he was blindly sprinting through the woods getting hit but branches before stumbling down a bank but he managed to get back to his feet and run out to the main road. Vines covered the place and he knew that stepping on them was a one-way ticket to being found so he kept running but watched his step. Except, as he continued, his legs began to groan as he realised he might be stuck down here and that was just as terrifying as Vecna chasing him. 

He turned the corner and ran right into something or someone but before he could even try and get away he fell backwards, landing on the vines and looking up to see him again but he wasn't covered in blood and scars like Max had told him in private. No, he was rugged. Hair longer, beard grown in and he was wearing Steve's old letterman jacket from years ago, an axe in his hand as he stared down at Steve in shock. 

"Billy?" 

"Steve?" he held out his hand for Steve to take but just as he reached to touch it he blinked and found himself sitting back by the rocks and the music from his car was still playing in the distance. 

"No!" Steve yelled and jumped up and rushed to his car and speed his way back to the Wheeler's residence. 

He pulled up where he always parked, tires screeching but when he got to the back door he realised if he stormed and told them everything they would have questions he was very much afraid to answer so he paused. Just as he went to take a deep breath he heard someone clear their throat and turned to see Max hiding nearby with her Walkman playing at what sounded like full volume. 

"He's alive." 

"What?" Max asked taking her headphones off. 

"Billy. I saw him," he replied. "I'll explain properly but I saw him for real not some nightmare vision from Vecna. I think he's been in the Upside Down this whole time." 

Her eyes grew wide and filled with tears as she reached to pause the song that now played on repeat. "Really?" 

Steve nodded and swallowed as the reality of what this meant sunk in. "Yeah and we're gonna get him back." 

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Hi👋can i request were blackpink 5th member was casted in a movie and it has kissing scenes but since she doesn't want to giver her 1st kiss to just some guy she ask jisoo instead to be her 1st kiss but things escalated quickly(can u do it in smut?)TY

Jisoo x Reader

Be my first

You don't know how things escalated so quickly but Jisoo was on top of you now.

Everything started with that movie you auditioned for, it was about some girl finding the love of her life on a bus ride. Nothing really special for a drama, at the exception of a really important and heated kiss scene with the male character.

To be honest if you knew about it beforehand you would have thought twice before auditioning.

For most people it wasn't much but you never had a girlfriend nor a boyfriend and by the mean of things never had your first kiss either. It was a lot for you to just give your first kiss to some random stranger even if it came with a paycheck.

You decided to talk to Jisoo about it, after all she had some experience with dramas and could give you some piece of advice.

And at first it really was just that, a simple conversation nothing more. However as you listened to her saying that you’ll just have to pretend it’s someone you actually like, an idea made its way up your mind. Soon enough making you blurred it out to Jisoo’s surprise.

“Be my first Unnie !”

Jisoo seemed as shocked as you but before you could take it back she just straight up agreed.

“Okay.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, not that it was that unbelievable but it was actually. What were the chances that your little crush on one of your member turns out to make you say the stupiest thing ever, convincing her to kiss you ?

You were surely happy that she said yes but what were you supposed to do now ? It still was your first kiss you were talking about but now it was also involving one of your first crush. You couldn’t just be relaxed about the whole situation.

Somehow you felt better when Jisoo got closer holding your hands, both of you still sat on her bed, facing each other.

Jisoo's smile was comforting, making you feel at ease when your lips touched for the first time. It was a small peck nothing crazing, Jisoo was only testing the water for now.

As she saw you weren't changing your mind she dived in a second time, moving her lips against yours this time, your body responding naturally. Her hand was caressing your jaw and she used her thumb to caress your lips when she detached herself from you the second time.

This time staying close, her forehead resting on yours, her eyes were gravitating from your lips to your eyes repetitively. You were about to thank her when she cut you off with a third kiss this time hungrier, her tongue sneaking itself in your mouth, dancing with yours.

It was erratic, almost needy like she had been keeping herself from doing that before, a feeling that got confirmed after she took a breath.

"You can't imagine how much I've been wanting to do this."

As if she dropped the biggest secret of her entire lifetime Jisoo tried playing it off.

"I mean ... well you know maybe I had a little crush on you, just maybe.."

Like in the movies she was scratching her neck, visibly nervous which was oddly satisfying from your point of view. Seeing your long-time crush being nervous about her crush on you seemed like a fairytail and a fairly good one.

"What if it's reciprocated ?"

Jisoo looked back at you, shocked before regaining her composure. She wouldn't want you to think she isn't confident.

"Then you wouldn’t mind if I kiss you again, would you ?"

This time you didn't wait for her to do the first move and just went for it. Kissing Jisoo was addicting, her lips were magnetic, if not embrace around yours they were still always gravitating close, brushing just enough to taste.

That's how you ended up pinned against the mattress, Jisoo giving you kisses along your neck while she maintains your wrists against the bed.

There was no denying she was good, her kisses were exquisite, she knew when to touch, when to lick and when to bite down your skin. You couldn't wish for a better first.

Somewhere along the way the first kiss was becoming a first time but you weren't mad about it. You had time to think about it and knew you were ready, anyway once she bite down your lobe there was no thinking straight anymore. Starting from there there was no more thinking it was all about feeling and right now it felt good.

Her hands coming from your wrists to lace your fingers with hers felt good, her mouth on your tits felt good. The only thing that didn't felt good was the clothes that were still separating the two of you.

Which you took care of by throwing them away not minding where they'll land, her tee-shirt and pants out of the way you could finally feel her skin against yours. It didn’t take long before she undressed you too, eager to see you, to feel you fully and to admire your skin shivering at her every touch.

Starting from there you couldn't tell if things went too fast or too slow. She went down on you taking her time licking your folds and playing with your clit when you were already soaking wet. Yet your orgasm was fast to come once she fingered you deep with her index and middle fingers, not letting you enjoy the feeling of being filled up enough for your liking.

Luckily Jisoo wasn't here to count, she was happy to continue, getting you on top of her so you'll ride her thigh.

Seeing you on top of her made her go insane as she helped you move by grabbing your ass and bringing it closer to her. The action making you wetter instantly, as she let her hand massage your clit, still bringing your body closer with the other one.

"Oh shit look at you, you're so hot riding me like that."

Those words had an immediat impact on you bringing over the edge once again. As you collapsed on Jisoo, you felt her release on your thigh as your knee brushed against her sex as it had been repetively when you were riding her. You were mindblowed by everything that was happening, your orgasm but also the fact that you made her cum and most of all how it led you to being in her arms right now.

“Are you okay ?”

Jisoo inquired worried that you might be in pain or regretful but you weren’t and made it clear by giving her a peck and reajusting yourself in her arms. She caressed you hair as your head was resting on her torso.

“I don’t think I can let you kiss another person like you kissed me though. I take my advice back, you shouldn’t kiss anyone like you kiss me.”

Hey, here's yours and Jisoo's first time. Give feedback 😄 Took some time to make so hope it's good -Ael

[the-character-lounge]

Context: Back on track with the situation with Candy's return, Spinel and Randy confronted the lawyer who was working for the mare that was suing Spinel, as it turned out he had been working for Candy. But he was only doing so to gain Candy's trust, as he wants to take out the ponies Candy is working with as well as Candy himself. He was once Randy's old law partner but turned his back when Randy hit his lowest point, making Randy unwilling to want to work with him while Spinel meanwhile wants all the help he can get and proceeded to kiss ass in order to get everyone on the same page. Now they are having an argument about this, and later on Spinel realizes that because the lawyer bugged his house for Candy, that Candy probably heard him when he was getting down and dirty. There's also a bit about a letter, Randy received a mysterious black envelope with some dirt on the other lawyer, and he investigated said dirt, which almost made them lose their connection with the lawyer from how angry it made him.

Trigger Warning: Includes a PTSD flashback episode (The events are not described in detail, don't worry)

Spinel's expression stared stern, and it seemed his emotions continued to stay mellow. He just didn't feel like being angry right now. "Why can't you trust me just a little more...?" His ears slowly tucked back, and while he didn't look hurt, he looked disappointed. "Did you forget who I was talking to...?"

“I- It just… felt like you… f- forgot e- everything w- we’ve been through.” He looked over his shoulder at him. “I kn- know it’s only b- been a week since.. since things have e- escalated between you and me… b- but I already f- feel so..” he let out a small hiss and turned away. “.. th- the hell does what I say matter? A- As soon as I c- cease to be u- useful.. y- you’ll just cut me l- loose. C- Cover your b- bases.. minimize y- your losses.” He stared out over the city again, counting the ponies down below.

“.. s- so is that it then?” he looked over at Spinel, an almost frightened look in his eyes. ���… Y- You.. tell ponies what they w- want to hear? .. S- So they’ll h- help you a- and respect you?” He turned from the window and faced Spinel fully. “.. i- is that what you’ve been doing w- with me? J- Just.. telling me wh- what I want to hear?”

 "..Why is everything I do wrong...?" Tired. Just. He was tired of it. "Do you want me to say sorry? Because apparently if I did, that's just me saying what you want to hear. So what's the fuckin' point...? If I was saying what you wanted to hear then I've been doing a pretty shit job of it, haven't I?" He couldn't deny the fact, but he was under the impression he was doing better at being honest, and this just hurt and made him feel like he was kicked to the bottom of the stairs after making his way up halfway.

“.. S- So.. I’m not s- supposed to be h- hurt then?” Randy ran a hoof through his mane, and furrowed his brow in thought. “.. y- you slept around w- with some pony wh- who br- broke me… a- and I’m just.. supposed to be o- okay with that?” Randy sighed and held the back of his neck. “.. I’m n- not expecting an apology… I j- just want t- to understand. B- Because I f- fail to see wh- what sleeping w- with him ac- accomplished.”

Spinel bit his lip, then moved closer to Randy as he took a deep breath. "You really want to know, or are you just going to take it all the wrong way? I fucked up. I really fucked up. But it was before-- Ugh... I was.. trying to get.. information out of him... the night you wanted me to--" He rubbed his face, "Look.. Into him." He kept breathing, trying to keep his anger at bay. "... And maybe I just felt a little rejected that night because you were so focused on him you forgot about me."

“I..” he sighed and he buried his face in his hooves. “… I needed t- to stop.. hating him. Th- The way I felt about h- him.. i- it was w- was an obstacle th- that was getting in th- the way of m- me helping you.. seeing h- him for the first t- time in years at Sh- Shawl’s house.. th- those n- nasty, h- horrible feelings c- came back..” He looked up at him, his eyes so clear you could see him falling apart inside. “Y- You of all p- ponies should kn- know what it’s like t- to be haunted b- by the shadows of your p- past…” He took a deep breath, and fiddled with his hooves. “Wh- when that letter came, I s- saw it as a w- way to finally v- vanquish th- those demons that h- had plagued me f- for so long.. s- so I could f- focus on h- helping you a- and those kids…”

 "...Letter...?" Spinel was taken aback, a little alarmed now, "Randy, what are you talking about? You... You said you were looking in on this on your own!" Now it seemed to be his turn to be upset, the calm hesitation and struggle from before slowly oozing over in to the bitter negatives. "...He told me you were gonna do this. He fucking told me you'd get emotional and fuck this case up because of it and I didn't want to believe him! I really didn't, I tried to find other ways but it was just nothing but him from you after that and all it fucking did was exactly what he said, this whole thing almost went to SHIT and I had to swallow my pride and kiss his ass just to keep this whole godamn thing from collapsing and y--you just- followed a fucking LETTER?"

Randy was frozen. This isn’t what he had intended. He was just trying to move on so he could stop letting his emotions get in the way. He hadn’t realized he had complicated things more than he should have. “I w- was trying to get some cl- closure! I was tr- trying to stop l- letting my feelings g- get in the way!” He felt cornered, and all of the sudden everything had been flipped around; spotlights were on him. Again, it was all his fault. He fucked it all up. This ‘plan’ would have worked if he had had no part in it. He wished he could go back in time, and stop himself from ever getting involved with this mess in the first place.

 "Well I hope you fucking found it because this is the last shot we have...!!" He breathed heavily, but the tiredness came back and the anger deflated slowly. He reached over, pulling Randy by the lapels of his jacket so they were nose to nose and chest to chest, his brows knotted together in all seriousness. "If you want me to be honest then from here on out, do the fucking same for me. Because this is bigger than you, and it could blow up at any moment and destroy every single pony involved. Promise me."

Randy stared into his eyes, guilt, shame, and an emptiness overwhelming him. He knew now that he had screwed everything up. All because he let his emotions get in the way. Psychopaths. It was so weird that that word popped up in his mind. Best in the Law business were psychopaths. They did not fear, they did not empathize.. they only focused on the problem, and dealt with it. Randy used to be that way too. They were all numbers on a paycheck as far as he was concerned. But this.. this was an entirely different ball game now that ponies he cared about were involved; and he had very little experience in dealing with his emotions on the job. And more than he ever had before, in that moment in time, he envied psychopaths. “I.. promise…” his voice quivered, and he went limp. There was the familiar sting of tears in his eyes, and he tried to look away. “I d- didn’t mean t- to fuck.. up…” Tears rolled down his cheeks, and swallowed back a sob. “.. I j- just.. w- wanted to h- help..”

"...Me too." Spinel replied quietly, and against all seeming odds, he pulled Randy in to a tight hug. "Who tries to fuck up on purpose.. Seriously...?"

 Randy slowly reached up and hugged Spinel back. He buried himself in his neck, and cried silently. After a few moments, he softly pulled away and looked at him. “.. N- No matter wh- what Sp- Spinel.. th- the bottom line is th- that sick f- fuck Candy… i- is going t- to pay. F- For everything.”

Spinel nodded, "That's something I think all three of us can agree on. And then some." He laughed dryly, "Cuz it's not just us huh...? Whistle too. And fuck knows how many others. He's doing something. I don't know what any more. But he's prying into my life and... and..." he started shaking suddenly. The thought of Candy listening to him... And considering what he'd done in that suite since the wires were put in... He looked at the audio devices on the table in horror now, suddenly looking sick and weak. "O-oh f..fuck..."

 Randy stared at him for a few moments, confused as to why Spinel looked so scared. “Wh- What..” and then like a freight train, it hit him too. He looked over at the recordings and then back at Spinel, a desperate, frantic look in his eyes. “Y- You don’t th- think th- that H -he—” He looked over towards the front door. “.. Oh s- sweet Celestia on high…”

Spinel gulped dryly. "He said he was editing them. But I don't know how much he edited. I d...did... I....." He felt dirty, and cornered, and it just all started rushing back to him until he couldn't see anything but damp walls, shutter clicks going off in bright flashes. Before he even knew what happened, the table was turned over, anything that could be smashed was smashed, and he was starting to hit his head against the wall, scraping at it and screaming angrily over and over.

Randy stood frozen, deer in the headlights look as he watched Spinel flip the table over. Even when he started hitting his head against the wall, Randy was still petrified. The screaming finally broke through to him, and he rushed over, jerking Spinel away from the wall. He hugged him tightly, holding the back of his head with his hoof, and fought him if he tried to escape.

He didn't fight the hug, but he didn't seem at all comforted by it either. It made him shiver, and he began running little kisses and smooches all over Randy's chest and neck while making very soft whimpering noises with his eyes clenched shut.

Randy softly pet the back of his head, rocking him softly. He didn’t understand why Spinel was kissing him, but he let him do what he needed to try and calm down. That bastard ex partner of his… he had crossed the line. Randy suddenly found himself hating that damn pegasus, but not in the same way as before. Now instead of having been hurt himself, his old law partner had injured some pony he cared about.

After a while, the kisses were more drawn out until he finally went numb and limp for a moment. He jerked up suddenly as reality hit, jaw slacked and slightly quivering. He'd never experienced anything like that before, and he was looking to Randy for answers it seemed. "Wh....what just..." He looked over at the trashed table and objects, confused and trying to piece together what happened.

“.. I- I don’t know…” he said, softly rubbing Spinel’s shoulders and looking at him with concern. “M- My guess is.. y- you’re scared…” He softly pulled him into a gentle hug, and stroked his back. “.. I- I’m scared too.”

 "What does that.. .sick... bastard..want..." he took a quaking breath, then did his best to steady himself. He couldn't be mad at the other lawyer for this, he was working for Candy and if he knew anything about working for Candy it was that you never did anything to disappoint him. Ever. He was honestly surprised the guy even bothered to edit what he had, or hell, contact them like this. He too, looked at the door now, taking a deep breath. They were all getting fucked over and played with, and it was all Uncle Candy. He looked at Randy determined but yes, very much scared. "Let's... Let's go back to your place..."

[ynscrazylife]

Hiii I just had this idea so what abt stucky x reader where steve and bucky get in an argument and the reader is just kinda in the middle not knowing who to go to, anyways u can change it however u want but thats the basic idea :))

Arguments

Summary: Y/N questions her relationship (half-heartily) when a silly argument between Bucky and Steve turns into a big one.

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Y/N sat on the couch, arms crossed with a pout on her face as she glared at the wall, listening to her boyfriends argue. The argument had started when Steve informed them that he had an important mission to go where the day he’d return would be after Y/N’s birthday. Bucky didn’t like that and insisted that he reschedule the mission, wanting him to be there for it, but Steve told him that he couldn’t reschedule. Bucky claimed that that was bullshit because Steve was the Avengers’ leader, but apparently Steve had been assigned this mission by S.H.I.E.L.D. to which Bucky wondered why Steve even took the mission because S.H.I.E.L.D. has so many agents, and as the argument continued, Steve accused Bucky of accusing him of not wanting to be there for Y/N’s birthday. That just escalated everything, and now they were shouting at each other. 

It didn’t help that Y/N had no clue who to side with, because Bucky was trying to get her on his side with Steve not being there for her birthday and Steve was trying to get her on his side with what Bucky was supposedly accusing him of. On one hand. Y/N had to admit she wasn’t thrilled which Steve not being there for her birthday, but on the other she understood that S.H.I.E.L.D. needed him.

Right now, she was wishing she’d disappear into the couch cushions. 

“Y/N, will you please tell Steve that him going on this mission is way less important than you?” 

“I never said that, Buck!” 

“Well, that’s how you’re acting!” 

“Really? You’re jumping to conclusions!” 

“You’re prepared to miss our girlfriend’s birthday!” 

“Do you really think I want to? S.H.I.E.L.D. needs Captain America for this!” 

“Ha! Never thought your ego would get the best of you. Don’t you know other agents can do this?” 

“Jesus - don’t you think I asked if anyone else could do this? If you listened for one-”

“I’ve listened to you yell this entire time!” 

“You’re yelling, too! Just shut up for one second-” 

“No, you shut up.” 

“You-” 

“BOTH OF YOU - SHUT UP!” Y/N finally yelled over their loud voices, sitting forward and glaring at her hot-headed boyfriends who both had red cheeks and sweat glistening their foreheads. 

They both turned to her, their clenched eyebrows, pointed fingers, furious eyes melted into what resembled a kid getting caught doing something they’re not supposed to. Bucky looked especially guilty while Steve mirrored a lost puppy. 

Y/N let out a huge sigh and shoulders slumped as she took in the peace that was silence for a couple moments. Despite Bucky and Steve staring, confused, at her, the silence felt so much better than the insults and yelling that had previously intoxicated the air. Y/N leaned back against the couch and composed herself, first directing her words towards Steve. 

“It’s okay, Steve. Yeah, it sucks. I’m not thrilled. But Fury knows when my birthday is, he knows our relationship, I think that if he went to you for this mission, that means he really needed you and you were the last resort - no offensive,” Y/N said, surprising herself with how calm and controlled her tone of voice was. 

A ghost of a smile embraced Steve’s lips before Y/N turned to look at Bucky’s, who’s guilty look got 10x bigger. “Buck - I know I’m usually the more understanding one here-” she allowed herself a small smile to ease the tension that was practically radiating from the brunette. “But you’d understand that Steve doesn’t want to miss my birthday and that S.H.I.E.L.D. really needs him . . Makes me think that this is about something else. Is anything wrong?” 

Bucky’s face instantly softened and he let out a short-lived sigh as he plopped down on the couch on Y/N’s left - Steve taking it as an invitation to do so on her right. Y/N immediately took Bucky’s left hand and Steve’s right in her own as Bucky wrapped his right arm around her waist and Steve put his left around her shoulders. 

“I just . . . I dunno. I was worried about Steve getting hurt and wanted everything to be perfect for your birthday. I’m sorry Stevie and Y/N/N,” Bucky said, mumbling the last sentence into Y/N’s shoulder. (A/N: Y/N/N = Your nickname)

With his super soldier hearing, Steve heard it and leaned forward, reaching over Y/N to plant a kiss on Bucky’s forehead. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m sorry, too,” he said, his voice low but caring. 

When Steve leaned back, Y/N pecked Bucky’s cheek. “And my birthday will be amazing. We’ll have another celebration when Steve comes home. I promise,” she said. 

Bucky nodded and picked up his head. The three then sat on the couch in each other’s presence for a couple minutes until Y/N made a small noise of discomfort, removing her hand from Steve’s to rub her head. 

“Everything okay?” Steve asked, his eyes and voice laced with worry. Bucky sat up to look at her. 

Y/N grimaced. “Yeah. Nothing to worry about,” she said quietly. 

“You sure?” Bucky asked, not completely convinced. 

“I don’t want you to think it’s your fault.” 

That got Bucky and Steve’s attention. They both opened their mouths to ask but Y/N just cut in to answer, predicting what their question was.

“I have a headache . . . from the yelling.” 

Bucky and Steve’s expressions were both mixes of concern and regret, and they shared a look her head, mouthing a silent conversation. Bucky stood up from the couch, making Y/N frown, but Steve wrapped both arms around her and lifted her on the couch, and now Y/N knew what she was doing. She was tired and in pain, so she allowed them to take care of her. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her to their bedroom and Bucky went to the bathroom to grab some Advil for her. 

Steve laid her on her bed, pulled the covers over her, and laid down beside her, leaning against pillows he had propped up so he could message Y/N’s temples, which felt like heaven to her. A couple moments passed before Bucky entered the room, carrying a glass of water and Advil. Y/N murmured a thank you and took the Advil, washing it down with water. Bucky gently took the glass from her and put it on their beside table and also got into the bed. 

The three cuddled and rested and it wasn’t that long until Y/N realized that her headache had faded. 

[sweetiejunie]

It’s Because I Love you

Summary: Soobin dug himself into a hole and needed his bestfriend to help him out

Genre: Fluff, Friends-to-lovers, Slow-burn(ish)

Word count: ~10k (oops sry)

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A/n: to the anon that requested this. I’m so sorry this took me forever... haha~ I hope you liked it! And writing this actually reminded how much i like writing these. Do you guys prefer these kind of longer fics or the shorter reaction type fics?

Warnings: Some swearing

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      “Y/n i fucked up.”

      Was first line that came out of soobin’s mouth when you opened the door. It wasn’t unusual for soobin to randomly show up at your place. But you really weren’t expecting his presence today, since you knew he would be busy packing to head home for the week break. You were about to greet him but before you could say anything, he beat you to it, his sentence laced with regret and panic.        “What did you do this time?” You answered, “aren’t you supposed to be packing?”        “I- excuse you what do you mean ‘this time’?” He mocked. “Okay, whatever, we’ll get back to that and yeah, i am, but I fucked up real bad,” he repeated.        “Huh?” You took a step back so soobin could enter. “Are you alright? What happened?”       “So you know how all my cousins and sibling are in a relationship right?” Soobin continued, making his way to your couch to sit down. Resting his head back against the cushions as he groaned.       “Yeah, what about it?” Tilting your head as the conversation got more confusing by the second. You closed the door behind you before joining him.        “Well... my brother just called me and may have been bothering me about being the only one that isn’t in a relationship...” he trailed off, “and erm, i may have said i... had a girlfriend. And now my family wants met her.”        You couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his confession, “you did what? You really dug yourself into a hole this time.”        Soobin was the youngest of his family. He was always the one that chose to focus more on his grades than actually making friends. Sure, he went to parties and drank every now and then, but other than that, he rarely did anything short of the ‘perfect son’. But despite all his efforts, there was always one thing his sibling could tease him about, and that was the fact that he was 21 and has never been in a relationship. Soobin always tried to not let this bother him, but i guess today, he just snapped.        “I really did,” he sighed. “That’s why i need your help.”        “How can i possibly help you out of this, soobin?” you ridiculed, glaring at him. “You do know that you’re one of my only friends, right? Meaning, I won’t be able to find anyone to play girlfriend with you.”         “Um, actually about that... i kind of told my family that my girlfriend goes to the same school as me and studies the same major as me. I also kind of told them that she has y/e/c eyes and y/h/c hair.” He sat up, looking for a reaction from you. Instead, all he saw was your blank expression, staring back at him. “Yeah so, if you hadn’t caught on yet, i might have, sort of, just described you to my family.”         Your eyes widened at his statement, you weren’t sure what to reply. You met soobin all the way back in high school, and you’ve stayed friends ever since — 5 years, 11 months, 23 days, to be exact. Not that you were keeping count or anything. You remember the first day you approached the shy boy, the new transfer student sitting at the back alone. He was the first friend you made there. And to makes things worse, you’ve had a crush on him, but you knew better than to confess and possibly ruin the friendship.         You’ve suppressed all your feeling since then. Maybe. Probably. Okay, no. But you’ve tried. And all this talk of ‘pretend girlfriend’ did nothing but make your heart start racing again.        “Why on earth would you do that!”        “I dont know! You were the first person that came to mind! So are you okay with doing me the favour of playing the role of my girlfriend?” Soobin said with a slight pout and puppy dog eyes. A move he knew you could never refuse, “You’re free this break, right?”        His sudden confession was like a blow to your heart. The first person that came to his mind... but it’s probably just because he didnt have many female friends, right?        “Erm...” you paused. The more you thought about his proposition, the more you found yourself weighing the consequences.        “Come on y/n. Please? We already get engaged every other week at clubs for free drinks. This won’t be that much different.”        “Would your family believe it? I mean, it’s me.”        “Sure they will. And it’ll be easy to fake it since you already know me.”        You paused for another second before replying. “Hm, right. Fine. But you owe me. Do i have to bring anything?” You were helping out a friend.         A friend. Nothing more, nothing less.        “Nope, just bring enough clothes. You don’t need anything too fancy,” he stood up, leaning down to give you a quick hug. As he walked towards the door, he looked over his shoulder before leaving your apartment. “Thanks for doing this, i really owe you. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow after our classes, alright? See you then.”

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        After an hour, three outfit changes and completely unpacking and repacking your luggage twice, you were finally satisfied and ready to go. It was only a weeks worth of clothes in a small luggage, yet, you still found a way to overthink it. In the end, you had settled for a simple tee with jeans and a coat to keep you warm for the ride.         Already, you were beginning to regret your decision of going along with this whole ‘fake girlfriend’ act. It had nothing to do with soobin or his family. They were absolutely wonderful, his parents were kind, his siblings were fun and sweet and his baby nephew was, well, a baby. The only problem was what if your heart liked the idea of being his ‘girlfriend’ just a little bit too much?         You had met his siblings and parents a handful of times when they visited him at his apartment. They’ve always been nothing but nice to you, and now, you were going to have to lie to them. The more you thought about it, the more your mind was playing angel and devil with you. On one hand, you didn’t want to spend the weekend being dishonest and possibly screwing up the image soobin’s family had of you. But on the other, you wanted to be selfish and be able to call soobin yours, even if it were just for a few days.         You sighed quietly, sitting in your living room waiting for soobin to pick you up like he said he would. The entire day you had been unable to focus in your classes, whatever your lectures said just going right through your head. At this time on fridays, you would normally have found soobin dressed in any lounge wear he had, crashing at your place to watch whatever movie he found that week. But now, you were going to find him dressed up, ready to bring you to meet his parents. The relationship sure escalated quickly. Just as your mind started drifting further, your doorbell rang.        “U ready?” Soobin’s signature eye smile greeted you, his front bunny teeth exposed. You’ve always noticed how soobin’s appearance resembled that of a bunny, but no matter how many times you tried to tell him, he didn’t want to believe it.        “As ready as ill ever be,” you returned the smile, grabbing your luggage and locking your front door.        Well, this was it, no turning back now. Helping you with your things, soobin lead you to his car and started the journey. It was only about a 3 hour drive and a car ride proved to be a great distraction. You hadn’t been to soobins hometown before, so being able to look out the window and see the scenery was no doubt better than sneaking glances at soobin in the drivers seat. You just knew that if you saw soobin, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other propped on the arm rest, you might have gone into cardiac arrest.        The ride was quiet for the most part, that was until soobin pulled up at a red light. “I made a playlist,” soobin flipped his phone around to show you and connect it to his car. “It’s like, if you were my real girlfriend, this would be the playlist i would share with you.”        You couldn’t help but smile when you realised how sweet soobin would be in an actual relationship. His future girlfriend is really lucky. But you had to control yourself, reminding yourself that it’s all just pretend for the week.        “I’m sure its great. You have great taste in music,” you faked a laugh. “Um... so... soobin? How exactly are we supposed to fake this? I mean, what we supposed to do? What will your family do?”        “Oh...” he started, his eyes focusing back on the road, the lights turning green again. “To be honest, i haven’t actually thought about that part yet.” Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought. “Mmm, when my brother first brought his girlfriend home, my family teased him a lot, just to make fun of him and get her reaction. But they already did that with you whenever they visited me so... I’m not sure what they’ll do, honestly.”        “Oh...” That was completely unhelpful. Pulling your knees to your chest, you continued staring blankly out the window.        “Hey, don’t worry too much okay? We’ll just wing it like we do everything else. And that’s worked out for us so far, right?” Soobin chuckled, trying to comfort you. “As for what we need to do. I guess it’ll just be all that couple stuff like holding hands and hugging. And you’re already such a cuddly person, that shouldn’t be a problem for you. We got this, alright? And I’ll be with you the entire time.”        You nod a response, “yeah, we got this.”        On the outside, you tried to seem cool and composed. On the inside however, you were a mess. Sure, you and soobin already had your fair share of cuddles when he showed up for a movie night at your place. And on the days he was too lazy to go back to his dorm, you would find him whining and groaning for you to make him breakfast the next day. But now you were expected to act that way in front of his family? That was a whole new level of stress you didn’t think about when you agreed to this.         After a while more of driving, it was a little over 10pm when soobin finally pulled up alongside the curd in front of his house. The remainder of the car ride had been relatively silent, except for the playlist that soobin had made for you, and the occasional mindless singing you would start that turned into a carpool karaoke. Getting off, soobin unloaded his and your luggage and lead you to the front door.        Probably noticing your nervous state, soobin grabbed your shaking hands. “I’m right here alright?” He smiled, “it’s show time.”        With that, he rang the doorbell. And not 15 seconds later, soobin’s sister answered the door.        “Soobin!” She greeted, pulling him into a hug, “we’ve been waiting for you and- oh! Y/n! I knew it. Same major, y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair. If it wasn’t you, i was about to kick his ass.”        “Hah, yeah, surprise?” You said, the last part sounding more like a question than a sentence.        “Aish, this boy. The previous night on the call, he just told us he’ll be bringing his girlfriend home, gave us a description but never told us who. Left us all to wonder who she was and well,” she chuckled, putting an arm around soobin’s shoulders, “if she even existed. I’m glad it’s you, the first time we met you, i already knew you two would end up together.”        “Wait, so you all took guesses on who it was?” Soobin chimed in, shooting a glare at his sister.        “Well, yea! All of us pretty much guessed y/n. Except for mom though, she’s kept quiet about it. But i guess it was just because she didn’t want to get her hopes up.”        Looking at soobins annoyed expression, you laughed. Shrugging of his sisters arm, soobin grabbed both your luggage, pushing past his sister and pulled them into the house. “Alright, alright, just let us in already, its freezing out here.”        “It’s nice to see you again y/n,” his sister said as she held the door open for you.        “Likewise.” You smiled before stepping in.        You’d never been to soobin’s house before. Sure, you’ve seen bits and pieces of it when the two of your FaceTimed over the holidays, but never in person. In the hallway where you stood, were the stairs that you presumed lead to the bedrooms. Sporadically placed were a few house plants that looked as if they had been watered quite recently.  The walls were littered with family photos, and most noticeably, soobin’s baby pictures. You smiled looking at them, taking a mental image of the cute, little baby this giant once was.        Closing the door behind you, soobins sister spoke, “you guys wait here. I think mom and dad are in the living room. I’ll go get them.”        As you saw her silhouette disappear towards one of the entries, you felt the nerves building up again, “soobin...” you tilted you head up to look at him, your face portraying nothing but worry.        “Don’t worry okay?” Taking your hand in his, gently squeezing for reassurance.“ Just follow my lead and pretend you’re in love with me. Which should be easy since I’m your favourite person,” he joked, in attempts to lighten your mood.        ‘Pretend to be in love with him’. Okay, shouldn’t be too hard, considering the fact that you actually were in love with him and spent years pretending not to be. “Yea, alright.”        Letting go of your hand, soobin walked forward to hug his parents when he saw them approaching.        “Soobin, we were starting to wonder how long more you would take,” his mom said. “How are you? How’s everything at school?”         “Everything’s fine,” he replied. Turning to you, he held out his hand for you to take. “Mom, dad, you know y/n.”        Accepting his hand, you stepped forward to greet his parents. Just hoping that your nervous trembling wasn’t too obvious to the naked eye.        “Ah of course! How could we ever forget,” his mom smiled.        “We always knew the two of you would end up together eventually. He’s always been so obvious about you,” his dad added, causing blood to rush to your cheeks, and soobin to immediately retaliate.        “Dad! Stop it. No i have not!” You looked around at him just in time to see him cross his arms and roll his eyes, cheeks pink and eyes shining. He met your eyes and looked away, but the grin on his face never faltered.        Hitting her husbands arm, soobins mom scolded, “aish, stop teasing them, they just got here. Speaking of which, have you two eaten?”        “No we havent, actually. We came right after school,” soobin answered.        “In that case, you can take yours and y/n stuff up to your room and get settled in. I’ll order some food for you. Pizza sound okay?” his mom spun soobin around, pushing him back to where your luggage laid.        “His room?” You thought out loud. Of course they were expecting you to share a room with soobin. What else could you have possibly thought.        “Of course his room,” his mom answered, “you have known each other for such a long time. And i have no doubts there are days that soobin stayed over at your apartment instead of his dorm anyway. There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the couch.”        With that, you and soobin grabbed your things and headed up to his room. Sure, the nights soobin stayed over you have shared a bed before. But this time, it just felt different. Even though everything was still purely platonic, the element of you being in his home, pretending to be his girlfriend, was still no doubt intimidating.        “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Soobin asked rhetorically, snapping you out of your thoughts. He laughed, clearly taking the whole situation a lot lighter than you were.        Opening the door to his room, it was exactly how you pictured it when he called you. You stood at the doorway, it seemed so familiar, yet unknown at the same time. His bed in the corner of the room with a few pillows and plushies, at the other end, his desk and wardrobe filled with clothes he left behind. His walls were mainly bare, except for one that had a few old polaroids hanging loosing from the ceiling. It felt weird being there.        “Well, don’t just stand there,” soobin grabbed your luggage from you, pulling you in to the room so he could close the door behind you and crashing down on his bed. “First, let me give you the official welcome to mi casa. My family is a lot, but you already knew that. Make yourself at home.”        “Honestly, i cant believe they bought it so easily,” you let out, taking a seat next to him.        “Told you they would. My family probably loves you more than they love me.”        You laughed halfheartedly, still feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing.        “We should clean up before we head back to the wolves den for dinner. The bathroom is right down the hall to the right. You can go first, ill clear a drawer for you,” he offered.          You nod, gathering your things for the night.        This is all just pretend.

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       The shower definitely helped calm you down a bit. You loved the warmth of the water against your skin.        “It’s just for a week. Dont get used to it,” you muttered to yourself.        Getting out, you quickly dressed yourself in a tshirt and some shorts. The normal attire you wore to sleep, anything else was always just uncomfortable for you.          “You’re turn,” you announced when you entered soobins room again.        “That was quick. Here, take one of my sweaters.”        “What for?” You shot him a look, raising brow. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t stole his hoodies before, it was just the fact that he was offering it this time.       “You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, aren’t you? Girlfriends always take their boyfriend’s clothes.”        Fishing a plain, red sweater out from his wardrobe, he threw it in your direction, hitting you directly in the face and causing you to yelp a little. “Besides, you already take all my hoodies. This is no different,” he continued, eyeing you as you pulled it over your head.        As usual, soobin’s clothes were huge on you. And this sweater was no doubt oversized, even for him. “How do i look?”        You looked to him when you didn’t get a reply. But this only caused him to turn away from you quickly, mumbling something to himself before answering, “it’s my clothes, it’ll look great on everyone.”        Scrambling to gather his things, he left for his shower. You could have swore you saw him blushing when he was looking at you. But you brushed it off as your overactive imagination. You decided to swiftly blow dry your hair before laying on his bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. You were hungry, practically starving, but there was no way in hell you were going to face his family again on your own. With your new status, god knows what they would do or say.        A mere 15 minutes go by before you hear the door open again. Revealing a damp haired soobin, dressed in a white tee and sweatpants. A simple look you have seen many times over the years, but one that still made your head and thoughts hazy.        “Ready to go down?” He spoke, smirking at you, almost knowingly, “I’m starving.”        “Ye- yeah,” gathering your thoughts, bringing yourself back to reality.

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       Dinner with the family wasnt all that bad. Sure, there was the occasional teasing and questions. But that was to be expected. Any parent would have been curious, right?        You let soobin take the lead on most of those. You didn’t want your cover to get blown by having any clashing answers. Once in a while you would feel soobin grab your hand under the table when he needed your help, but for the most part, they were the basic questions like “since when?” Or “who confessed first?”. The usual relationship stuff, nothing too hard. And it was a lot easier with the fact that it was you and soobin, the two friends that have mastered the art of bullshitting your way out of situations.         At the end of the day, the awkwardness ended soon after it started. With it being past midnight, Soobin’s family had long gone to bed, leaving you two alone in the dimly lit kitchen to finish up your dinner, which had quickly became supper.        “So, how was day one of being my girlfriend?” He looked over to you, munching on another piece of pizza. Even in that horrible lighting, he still managed to take your breath away. No one could possibly look good with dull, ugly, yellow kitchen lighting, but somehow, he did. The way the soft light bounced off his skin, partnered with the reflection in his eye that gave that perfect shine to them. You were sure you looked horrid next to him.        “Mmm, it’s alright i guess,” you teased, earning a pout from soobin. “You big baby. I’m just kidding,” nudging him on the shoulder, causing you both the laugh.        You didn’t know why this question surprised you as much as it did. Maybe you wanted to flip the tables, or maybe you just weren’t expecting the answer he gave. “So how was day one of having me as your pretend girlfriend?”        He thought about it for a second before facing you and speaking. “Honestly, it’s been fun. Even though we haven’t done much. But then again, i always knew you would be great girlfriend to someone one day.”        ‘Someone’. If only you could tell him how much you wanted that someone to be him. If only you had the guts to say what’s was on your mind.        “Want to play some music?” Breaking the silence, soobin picked up his phone, quickly scrolling through his playlists before stopping on one he named ‘midnight’. “It’s just some chill songs i found that i thought would be nice to listen to at night.”        The playlist started and the first song to play was ‘what falling in love feels like’.        “Oh, i love this song,” you mindlessly stated between bites.        “Really?” Soobin replied. “I never heard you listen to classical music.”        Your eyes widened slightly when you realised what you said. You didn’t just listen to classical music. You’ve also imagined what it would be like to slow dance to it.        “I never really told anyone... but i always wanted to dance with someone to this song. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit,” you trailed off, the surface of the counter suddenly becoming more interesting. The dead of night had you confessing unspoken words.        There was another second of silence. You could feel soobin’s stare on your face. He was judging you. You were sure of it. Now you were just mentally preparing yourself for a laugh-        “Let’s dance.”        “What?” You weren’t expecting that. You shot your head up, seeing his outstretched hand.        “Let’s dance,” he repeated.        You reached for his hand, but didn’t grab it. You were hesitant. Never would you have thought you’d be slow dancing with your crush — of over 3 years, in the kitchen of his childhood home — at midnight.         He held you hand, helping you to stand before twirling you into his arms. He lead your hands around his neck and his around your waist. You fell in step, letting the rhythm control your movements. Your eyes gazing into his brown, glistening ones, a soft smile on his face. It felt like a dream. Your surroundings and any other disturbances dissolved. It was just you and him. Right here, right now. You stayed like that, dancing. Everything felt just... perfect.        “You know i’d never judge you right?” He said, his eyes watching your expressions closely. “I know that’s what you were thinking earlier.”        You looked away, unable to find the right words. Soobin always had a way to read you so easily. Every once in a while he would remind you how expressive your face was. And you were certain a blush had crept to your cheeks when you heard soobin chuckle.        “You silly girl. You can tell me anything. You know that. After all, you are my best friend.”        “Right... best friend,” you offered a small smile to mask the resignation in your words.         And just like that, the song ended. Soobin let go your waist. Leaving nothing the ghostly feeling of where his hands once were and the sensation of having his body so close to yours.        “It’s nearly 1am. We should go to bed soon,” he nodded towards the clock on the stove. “You can head up first. I’ll clean up here and join you in a bit.”        You nodded. Once you were back in his room, you crashed on his bed. Regret and agony the only things left for you to feel.        Why did you agree to this. You knew it would be hard. But not this hard.        You rolled over to your side of the bed. And true to his word, soobin entered shortly after. Climbing under the covers with you, poking your side when you paid no attention to him.        You jumped, immediately facing him. “What was that for!?”        “Nothing,” he laughed. “It’s just fun to do that to you. I have a fun day planned tomorrow, so get up early. Good night y/n.”        “Good night, asshole.” You scoffed.

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       The next morning you woke up to a post-it on your head. You tore it off and looked around the room but soobin was nowhere to be seen. You groaned, sitting up to stretch and read the note.        ‘Wake up sleepyhead. Come to the kitchen for breakfast.’        Oh, how you wished the entire night before had been a dream. But alas, it wasn’t. Pulling yourself out of bed, you cleaned yourself up and descend the stairs. The smell of fresh pancakes engulfing the entire house.        “Good morning y/n,” soobin’s dad greeted you when you entered the kitchen. “Grab a seat. Breakfast is almost done.”        “Your dad cooks?” You whispered as you pulled out the stool next to soobin.        “Mainly breakfast. But yes,” he whispered back.        Soobin’s dad placed a plate in front of each of you. 3 pancakes a piece, and more to come. “Butter or maple syrup?”        “Both,” soobin smugly answered.        “And you y/n?”        “Ill have both as well, thanks,” you smiled before facing soobin. “Where’s your mom and sister?”        “My mom went to the store. And my sister doesn’t get up till later.” Soobin grabbed the syrup his father had just put on the table and poured a generous amount. His attention was fully on his food.        You couldn’t help but grin at his childlike manner. He always loved breakfast. Or any dish that can be both sweet and savoury actually. You both enjoyed your breakfast, watching soobin’s father flip pancakes, cheering when it landed, and messing around while cooking as your morning source of entertainment.        “The pancakes are really good, mr choi,” you complimented.        “Why, thank you y/n. You always have been such well mannered,” he said. “Hopefully some of that will rub off on my son soon.”        “Hey! I am well mannered,” soobin retorted.        “Oh, really now,” you taunted, giving him a look of disbelief.        Soobin tsked, lightly pushing you over. “Okay, whatever. Anyways, hurry up. I’m going to show you around town today.”        “You two don’t come back too late now,” his father added. “And bring a coat, it’s supposed to get colder today.”        Stuffing down the remainder of his food, soobin linked your arms and dragged you out of the kitchen the moment he saw your plate empty.        “Hey! I’m not done yet, i wanted one mo-!”        “Bye dad!” Soobin interrupted, ignoring your plea.

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       “So much being well mannered.” You mocked.        “Not my fault you wanted to eat so much,” he shrugged.        Both of you strolled along the road. You weren’t sure where soobin was bringing you, other than his aforementioned ‘town’. Despite it just being the two of you, soobin still dressed nicely, in a turtleneck and scarf with a black coat to go over it.        “Wait...” you started, noticing a passing sign. “Why does that say the town is the other way?”        “Cause i changed my mind. I’m bringing you somewhere else,” he replied, shooting you one of his, oh so charming, eye smiles. “I’ll bring you to town another day.”        “This way’s to the forest,” you raised an eyebrow. “Are you planning to kill me or something? After 6 years of friendship. This is how you want to end it?” You dramatically gripped your chest and joked. “I’m sorry for whatever i did. I can change, I swear.”        Soobin rolled his eyes and guffawed. “Of course. This has been my plan all along. To befriend you then brutally murder you among the trees where no one can find your body,” he played along. “Relax, I’m no murderer. An avid liar? Maybe. But not a murderer. I just want to show you something.”         You hummed a response and continued on your way. Not long after, soobin was leading you down a path in the deserted forest. As the path reached deeper into the woods, the trees got denser.        “Erm, soobin, where are we going?” You called from behind him. “I’m really starting to question the whole murder thing.”        You’re not going to lie when you say the woods kind of crept you out. You could have sworn you felt someone behind you. But when you turned around, there wasn’t a soul. The twigs and dead leaves making a deafening crunch under your feet as the — seemingly never-ending — journey continued.        “Just trust me,” he provided a simple answer that proved to be of no help in ensuring you.       As you continued, the sound of snapping twigs got louder. You turned the corner and the sudden sound of birds fleeing their nest startled you, causing you to jump and grab soobin’s coat from the back.         “Are you really that scared?” He laughed. “Don’t worry,” he continued, turning around and reaching for your hand. Gently running his thumb over yours the rest of the way. “We’re almost there. It’s worth it, i promise.”        Having his hand in yours definitely provided some comfort. But it was also making you feel things that you shouldn’t be feeling. After another minute of walking, you finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The horrid crunching sound had been washed out by the sound of, well, rushing water.        A waterfall.        You gasped in astonishment at the clarity of the Caribbean-blue waterfall. It was spurting over the basalt rock, spilling eel-like over the ledges. Its clamorous passage at the foot of the mountain threw up bubbles of spray. They sparkled uneasily in the beams of light that shined through the leaves of surrounding trees.        When it toppled into the ecstasy-pool, it foamed it at the bottom. The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, allowing you to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were hemmed with whipped-white lines.        “Wow,” was all you managed to utter out.        “I told you it was worth it,” soobin grinned. “Come on.” He lead you closer, collapsing on the bank and letting the nougat sweet smell of flowers wash over him.        You followed suit. “How did you find this place?”        “A friend of mine showed it to me when we were kids.” He said, leaning back against his palms. “We used to hang out all the time here. The five of us. That is, until i moved away for high school.        “I wonder what they’re up to now.” He added after a slight pause.        “You don’t see them when you come back for the holidays?” You asked.        Soobin shook his head. “I don’t get to see them much anymore. I barely leave my house, y/n, you know that. Besides, they’re all busy with their own lives.”        You listened to soobin reminisce about his childhood. You would listen to soobin talk for hours if you could. His words are were like gold to you, or perhaps some elixir you’ve been waiting all your days to hear. He had nothing but good things to say. It sounded like he had a lot of fun here, in the small town he grew up in. You both sat there for a while, gawking at the waterfall when the suddenly rustling of the bushes behind you caught your attention.        “Y/n,” soobin stood up, holding you behind him as the rustling got louder. And then a figure walked through, a boy. He was wearing a brown furry jacket. His hair was a strange shade a pink, but it complimented his skin tone nicely.        “Soobin?” The boy said, folding his arms. “No way. Is that actually you? Mr choi soobin. After all these years.”          “Yeonjun?” Soobin replied, letting go of you and walking up to yeonjun. “What are you doing here?”        “I was on my way out and thought i saw you earlier entering the forest so i decided to follow you. Who else knows this place anyway?” Yeonjun laughed, swinging an arm around soobin’s shoulder.        “So you practically followed, what could have been, a complete stranger into the forest?” Soobin shot him a look. To that, yeonjun just smiled and nodded. “You never change, do you?”        “Nope,” yeonjun answered confidently. “Anyways, are you going to introduce me to the pretty lady or do i have to do that myself?” He gestured a smile towards you.        Beside him, soobin stiffened, his jaw slightly tensing before he answered. “Right... Yeonjun, y/n. We met in high school, she’s my best friend.  Y/n, yeonjun. He was one of my friends i was telling you about-”        “Yeah, until this bastard moved, changed his number and practically became a hermit that never left his house much.” Yeonjun jibed.        “Hmm, that sounds about right. The only place I’ve seen him, other than class or the library, is at my apartment binge watching shows,” you added, causing yeonjun to burst out a laugh.        “You guys are mean.” Soobin grumbled, pushing yeonjun’s arm off him.        “I have a feeling she and i are going to be great friends.” Yeonjun said matter-of-factly.        The three of you sat there, talking for what seemed like hours. Soobin and yeonjun continued to tell you about the different adventures they had together as kids with their friends, beomgyu, kai and taehyun. They recounted all the accidents that happened, all the fun moments they had together. Yeonjun eventually proceeded to tell you about all the embarrassing soobin stories he could think of, sharing jokes and making you laugh. The entire time though, soobin barely directed any conversation at you. Let alone laugh at Yeonjun’s ‘jokes’.        As your laughter died down, yeonjun spoke again. “I have to ask though, what’s she doing doing here? Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I’m just curious. Does she live around here too?”        You looked to soobin, unsure of how or what to answer.        “It’s okay, yeonjun won’t snitch,” he said. “Y/n’s pretending to be my girlfriend for the holiday.”         It hurt you every time he said it. In your head you wished so badly for it to be real. To think, by now you would have learnt that wishing only wounds the heart. And each time soobin said it out loud, it was like a punch to the gut.        “Pretending to be your-“ yeonjun cut himself off by scoffing. “What for?”        “Well....” soobin started explaining the whole situation to yeonjun. To which the only response he got out of the other boy was mockery and disbelief.        “Are you serious?!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “So you two aren’t together?”        You shook your head.        “Oh... good....” he mumbled, grinning in the process. “You have got to be kidding me. But you guys do you, i guess. My lips are sealed.        “I hate to ruin the moment but i have to go. It was nice meeting you y/n.” He tipped an imaginary hat. “It was nice to see you again too, soobin. But let know, the next time you’re back.”        “Right, ill keep that in mind.” Soobin replied.        Just as yeonjun started to walk away, he stopped and turned around once more. “Oh! Right. How long are you guys staying? I’m meeting beomgyu, tae and kai on monday at the diner. You should come,” his eyes travelled to you, “both of you.”        “We cant-“        “We would love to!” You cut soobin off, “come on soobin, you haven’t seen your friends in ages. I would be nice to say ‘hi’ again.”         Soobin stared at you for a second. Maybe it was the excitement in your face or maybe he truly did want to see his friends again. But in the end he agreed.          “Great! Ill see you two monday at 5.” Yeonjun ended, giving a small salute before leaving, for real this time.        Soobin went back to the bay, laying down on the grass, letting out a long held sigh. He stared up at the sky that was quickly becoming darker. The stars and moon announcing their arrival.        “You alright?” You asked, sitting down next to him.        “Yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” He answered, his eyes still closed.        “I don’t know. You just seemed... off just now. Like my or yeonjun’s presence bothered you.”        “It’s nothing. Im just tired.” He sighed again, sitting up. “While on the subject, we should head back. It’s getting dark.”        He stood up and started walking without another word.        Was he mad at you? No... he had no reason to be, right? Was he mad about the joke you made with yeonjun?        You quickly caught up to him and followed him out of the forest. Other than your footsteps against the concrete road and the cicadas that came out to say their daily greetings, the awkward silence followed the rest of the way.        “I’m not annoyed at you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” soobin broke the silence. The entire walk you had your focus on the ground, not noticing the stolen glances soobin took. “Stop sulking. People are going to think i kicked your puppy or something.” He chuckled, bending his waist slight to look at your face.        His face was mere inches away from yours. Memories from the previous night came flooding back. You didn’t offer a response, not trusting the words that would escape your lips in that moment. Instead just turning your face to the other side to avoid his stare. Soobin let out a light hearted laugh and continued walking.          You recalled how soobin always said you had an expressive face. He must have seen something you didn’t realise.        The sky got darker as you continued down the road. The cool winter breeze greeting the concrete and skin just the same, causing you to shiver and wrap your arms around yourself. Mentally cursing the fact that, other than your khaki coat, you didn’t think to wear more layers that morning.        Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed. “Are you cold?” Soobin asked, already shedding off his cherry red, wool scarf.        “No, it’s alright, you’ll get cold,” grabbing his hands to stop his actions.        “I’ll be fine. And we’re only about 5 minutes away,” he argued, wrapping his scarf around your neck. He took your hand, pulling you behind him the rest of the way quickly before you ‘caught a cold’.        The scarf sat snug to your skin, soft and gentle, the ends becoming a colourful flag in the wintry winds. It was still warm from where it sat before. You could smell of his cologne on it. Faint, from the day’s activities. But still prominent enough to know it’s existence.        Your hands trembled in his and you thanked the cold for that excuse. Burying your face deeper into his scarf before he could make out the slight blush that painted your cheeks.        When you reached soobin’s home again, there was a faint chattering echoing through house.        “Oh, i think my older sister’s came for a visit.”        Soobin’s older sister. The one that’s the account, married, with the baby — soobin’s nephew — and the lovely husband. You’ve only ever met them once, well that, and the occasional pictures soobin would send you of him and his nephew. Seeing soobin with babies did things to your heart thats you didn’t like. You’ve already imagined the unlikely scenario of what it would be like to have soobin as your boyfriend. You can’t go fantasising an entire family as well. But you had to admit, he would make a great dad one day.        “Soobin!” His older sister ran and hugged him. He’s always had such a close bond with his siblings. “Mom and dad told me you brought your girlfriend home this time.” She wiggled her eyebrows.        “Hey sis. And yeah, y/n. You know her,” soobin turned to you.        “Of course. The last time i saw you two I knew you’d end up together.” She cheered as if she had just won the lottery.        So, from what you’ve gathered, soobin’s entire family had always had some hopes on the two of two. You wanted to smile at that fact. But at same time, you were lying to them right now. It was a bittersweet feeling.        The remainder of the night went on rather unproductive. You had dinner with his family, chatted with them, played with the baby and that was about it. The worst part came when the family decided to watch a movie together. The movie was great, dont get me wrong. You all sat together and watched kingsman again. Even though it was the tenth time you’ve seen it, it was still yours and Soobin’s favourite.        The bad part came when you had to find a seat. The family couch say four, soobin’s mom, dad and sisters. The older’s husband took one of the arm chairs, leaving you and soobin to share the other. In other words, you ended up having to sit on his lap.        “I can just sit on the floor, its no problem,” you suggested.        “Nonsense. I won’t let you sit on the floor,” soobin rebutted, holding your waist, pulling you back onto his lap.        You swear, if it wasn’t for the dimness of the room, the redness of your face would have matched that of the fire place. Throughout the movie you found it extremely hard to pay attention. Soobin had left one of his hands to rest on your knee and the other around your back. Sure, he was probably just putting on a show for his family. But he didn’t have to do the thumb thing as well. Or gently whisper in your ear, so close that you could feel his breath against your neck.          The rest of the time you couldn’t help but fidget in your seat — which just so happened to be soobin’s lap. As interesting as the fight scene on screen was or the dramatic music playing, the only thing you could focus on was the fact that soobin’s hand had now traveled to your thigh.        And underneath you, soobin’s breathing was becoming short and uneven. He was starting to stir as well before getting up, forcing you to stand and murmuring, “I’m going to head to bed early. You guys enjoy the rest of the movie.”        Within the next beat of the soundtrack, he was dashing out of the living room and running up the stairs.        What...?        You weren’t the only one wondering that. Soobin’s family were now staring at you, his mothers brows furrowed, his sister’s head tilted quizzically. “He said he’s tired,” you blurted, face-palming in your head.        Great. You already felt out of place and this certainly wasn’t helping. You sat down on the, now vacant, chair and continued the rest of the movie with his family.        I’m sure he’s fine. You can always ask him tomorrow.

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       You woke up to an empty bed again. But this time there was no post it note or anything from soobin. So you assumed he’d be in the kitchen like before.        “Morning y/n,” it was his older sister this time.        “Morning.” You looked around. No sight of soobin. “Where’s soobin?”        “Oh he didn’t tell you? He went out for a walk around 20 minutes ago.”        Why didn’t he wait for you?        “Yeah, he didn’t. Did he say where he was going or when he’ll be back?” You asked.        To that, she just shook her head.        Oh...

       “I almost forgot,” she continued. “There was a note for you. I left it on the counter for you.”

       You picked it up, hoping to see Soobin’s name as the regards, telling you his whereabouts. Instead, the note was fairly short.

Hey y/n!

Once again i just wanted to welcome you to town. It was really nice meeting you yesterday! Maybe we could hang out some time?

(Hopefully) Your friend,

Yeonjun

       Did Soobin see it? Either way, why does it matter.        After breakfast, you decided to wait for soobin to come home. If he didn’t tell where he was going, it means he cant be gone long, right? You sat in his room, figuring it would be the only place you didnt have to face his family members.        It was only about an hour and a half of waiting and a lunch break, that you got bored. You could only scroll your phone so much before it started to get more redundant than it already was. So, checking the weather report, you got dressed and left for a walk around. You hadn’t seen much of the area yet, it wouldn’t be harmful to do some exploring. Learning your lesson from yesterday, you put on a wool sweater underneath your coat. A pair of dr marten to match.         It was a rather fine day out. You walked under the sun that warmed your skin, but the cool winds keeping the temperature cool enough. The only thing that would make this better would be if soobin were with you...        “Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.        You turned around and saw a familiar lock of pink hair running towards you, frantically waving his arms. He was wearing a leather jacket today. Behind him was someone else that chased after him. He had nicely styled, bleached blonde hair and was slightly short than yeonjun was.        “Oh, hi.” You greeted the two of them. “Fancy running into you again.”        “I know, right!” He agreed, a bit more enthusiastically than what you would imagine. “Why are you alone? Where’s soobin?”        “No clue. He just took off this morning. Didn’t tell me anything and i got bored of sitting around alone.”        “Maybe the pressure of a relationship getting to him,” yeonjun suggested.        “It’s fake though,” you mocked.        He just shrugged. “Doesn’t make it any less of a commitment.”        You hummed a reply. “Fair enough.”        “Anyway. If you have nothing better to do... taehyun and i,” he said, gesturing towards to boy beside him, “were just headed to the arcade in town. Care to join us?”        “Sure, I don’t see why not.”        You followed as yeonjun and taehyun lead you through the town soobin said he would bring you to. Every corner they turned, they greeted someone new. From little kids to elderly ladies and gentlemen. Small town, i guess everyone knew everyone.        Eventually, they stopped in front of a building, the arcade. The pings from the pinball machines, the bullets from the shooting games, and the ‘jackpot’ announcements, all a dead give away. From the outside, the building looked old and rundown. The paint was old and cracking as if it hadn’t been repainted in years. Even the neon signs provided to the retro aesthetic, casting a purple-red hue over everything.        You stood there, taking in the atmosphere for a second. It sure was different from any arcade you had back in the city. You glanced around, when a figure at one of the pinball machines caught your eye.        “Soobin?” You spoke out loud.        Confused, yeonjun and taehyun followed your gaze to said figure.        “What in the?” You walked up to him. the further into the arcade you went, the louder everything got. Tapping him on the shoulder, you just about had to yell to have any sort of conversation.        “Y/n?” He asked, looking at you with the same expression as culprit that had just been caught red-handed.        You scoffed playfully, crossing your arms. “So you ditched me to come play games alone?”        “Um, kind of? Not really though,” he said. His eyes darting towards the two boys that to came up behind you. “You came with taehyun and... Yeonjun?”        “Hey soob, long time no see,” taehyun added.        “I went out for a walk and ran into them,” a quick and easy reason. “You could have just told me if you wanted to come to town alone, you know? You don’t have to sneak off at the crack of dawn.”        “Nice to see you too tae. And I do want to show you around the town. It’s just,” his eyes travelled between you and yeonjun, back to you in a blink. “I just needed a break from things for a while.”        “Hm, alright,” you accepted his explanation, but something still felt weird.        “Since we’re already here, there’s no use standing around.” Yeonjun spoke. “Y/n, come play the shooting game with me!”        Before you could reply, yeonjun was already dragging you towards one of the machines. Leaving taehyun and soobin to do whatever it was they did. He handed you one of the guns available and scanned his arcade card. The entire time you could feel eyes watching you, but shook it off.        Yeonjun was pretty good at the game, you had to admit. He spent a lot of time here, you assumed. Time seemed to disappear the longer you were in the arcade. The atmosphere around you never changed. It was still as lively and colourful as when you first walked in. The bright lights and loud music blasting, disrupting your senses. But outside, the sun was quickly setting.        “Good game, y/n,” taehyun offered a handshake after you beat him at yet another game of air hockey.        You took it. “Not too shabby yourself.”        Beside you, yeonjun and soobin clapped for your victory.        “We should probably go back soon,” Soobin said, showing the clock on his phone. It was nearly 8pm. Time sure flies when you’re having fun.        You all travelled back together. Turns out yeonjun and taehyun only lived a street away from soobin.        “See you tomorrow,” taehyun and yeonjun waved goodbye as you parted ways, leaving you and soobin to go your way.        Neither of you said a thing to each other. And for reason you were having trouble thinking of a conversation starter, this hasn’t happened before. Usually you and soobin had endless things to talk about. It didn’t matter how stupid or unimaginable it was, the two of you never ran out of things to say.        “When you were a kid, did you ever pretend you were smoking in winter?” You said the first thing that came to mind, the cold air making your breath visible, helping to elaborate your question. You laughed at yourself, holding your fingers up in a peace sign, imagining a cigarette between them.        “Yeah, when i was like 7.”        Okay, ouch.        Soobin’s answer was short, providing no further conversation. You pressed your lips together, stuffing your hands in your pockets as embarrassment crept up on you. So much for never feeling judged.        The rest of the night you didn’t speak much. Every attempt you made just being shot down with one liners. Every time you showed soobin a funny video or meme, he gave little to no response. And eventually you gave up.        This continued to the following day. Sure, soobin was an introvert. You knew that. But he’s never ignored you to this extent. Was he getting sick of having you around everyday? If that was the case, he should just tell you, you’d give him all the space he needs.        You can’t lie and say you weren’t hurt by that thought. Your crush was ignoring you. That would have hurt anyone. And right now, you felt nothing more than a parasite in his home.        “Come on, we have to go meet the others,” the first words he’s said to you in hours.

      You followed quietly as soobin brought you to the diner. When you arrived, the others were already there. Yeonjun and taehyun, along with two new faces. Beomgyu and Huening Kai, you figured from previous conversations.        They sat at a semi-circle booth meant for four with two extra chairs at the end. One of which occupied by taehyun as the other three shared the banquette bench.         “Soobin! Y/n!” They waved.         Yeonjun sat at one of the ends and shifted when he spotted you enter. “Y/n, i saved you a seat next to me,” he said smugly, smirking and cocking his head to the space beside him.        You rolled your eyes at his antics, lips curling upwards. Soobin’s expression remained hard, unbothered and unimpressed even. But you didn’t question it, he’s been like that since yesterday. And frankly, you’ve gotten sick of it. Might as well spend time with someone that actually wants your attention.        You got along well with the boys. You learnt that Kai and taehyun went to the same school and beomgyu had just graduated recently. Most of the time though, was spent whispering jokes between yeonjun and yourself. And at some point of the night, he had managed to sneak an around the back of the booth. On the other side, Beomgyu and Kai snickered to each other and eventually shook hands, some bet or deal you presumed.        All of a sudden you heard one of the chairs beside you shift. The feet scratching against the tiled floor. And the next thing you knew, soobin was walking out the door, the bell ringing behind him.        “Where’s he going?” Kai asked.        “No clue,” Beomgyu answered. Taehyun just shrugged. All your attentions still on the door that had already been shut.        “Um, ill go check on him,” you announced, running out of the diner after him. Sure, you and him weren’t on good terms at the moment, but nontheless he was still your best friend, and a huge part of you still cared for him.         “Soobin, wait!” You called, but he kept walking.        “Soobin!” You tried again, chasing after him.        “Stop right there choi soobin!” You yelled, your voice echoing through the empty street. The boys silhouette stood still. But never did he turn to look at you. “Dont you dare take another step!”        Never once in five years have you ever felt intimidated by him. But with his large figure being illuminated by nothing but the dull, yellow street lights, you couldn’t say that anymore. There was silence as you gathered your thoughts, making your way towards him. You had him right in front of you. Now what? You wanted soobin back. Your soobin.        “What’s going on with you?” Your feet stopped on their own accord, right behind the tall boy. “You’ve been acting strange.”        No answer.        “Soobin, don’t ignore me!” You said again, desperation and annoyance laced in your tone.        “I don’t know what you want me to say y/n,” he sighed, trying to keep his temper from exploding.        “I want a damn explanation, soobin,” anger from the previous day slowly consuming you. “Do you know how much of an asshole you’re being? God! I try to talk to you, but it’s just like i’m talking to a god damn wall! So, you can either tell me what’s going on or I’m on the next bus home tomorrow.”        No answer. But you could tell the last part hit him hard. He couldn’t look at you. If he did, he was sure you would see the remorse and anger in his eyes. He hated that you were mad. He hated that you were yelling. But most of all he hated that he was the cause of it.       “You asked me to come play girlfriend with you and i did,” you sighed, continuing when he started walking again. “I only did because,” swallowed the lump in your throat, “you’re... you’re my best friend.”        Best friend.        “I’m your best friend... you can me anything, you know that.” You quoted his words.        “There’s some things better left unsaid,” he offered before walking away again. “I’m sorry y/n.”        “No!” You cried, stopping his tracks. “Apology not accepted.”        You could see frustration building in soobin. His hand pinching his temple, his shoulders tensed as you spoke. “You said you’d be by my side the whole time! But since the waterfall you’ve barely talked to me! You leave me in situations on my own, you’re ignoring me and you randomly take off without a word. You’re doing it right now! So, again, you can either tell me what’s going on or-“        “It’s because i love you, okay!?”        Now it was your turn to stay silent.        Soobin let out a sigh, turning to face you. “Is that what you want to hear?! I love you, y/n!” His tone got softer, “I love you so much. For as long as i can remember knowing you. It hurts when I see you with other people. Especially people that so blatantly flirt with you in front of me. You’re stunning, beautiful. Even a fool could see it. But you’re also so much more than that.        “You were the only person that bothered to come talk to me the first day of school. Others probably viewed me as the weird, loser kid that sat alone during lunch. But you didn’t. You were my first and only friend for years. Before i knew it, i had a crush on you. At first, i thought it was just a phase. But it wasn’t, y/n. And now, im so hopelessly head over heels for you.        “I know, I haven’t earned your heart. I never will. I could spend a million years worshiping you and still not earn it. You’re my best friend, i know I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I know you’re mad at me. And i know I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But please... please, don’t leave me.”        He sounded raw, real in a way you’ve never heard before. When he was done, he was closely inspecting the road, afraid to look up. Chewing on his bottom lip nervously, waiting for your rejection.        “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You asked, keeping emotion from your voice.        He shrugged and laughed. “You’re my best friend, I didn’t want to lose you.”        You let one hand slide against his cheek, resting your palm there. “You wouldn’t have.”        “Wha-“        “I love you too, you doofus.”        You felt the pull of a muscle as his lips twitched. “Really?”        “Yes. Really. For as long as i can remember.”        Soobin, your best friend — now, boyfriend — pulled you into his arms. “I love you, y/f/n. And I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been. What can i say to make you forgive me?”        “Words only mean so much. Actions speak louder, don’t you agree?”        “I do.”        He lowered his head and brushed his lips against yours.        “Am i forgiven?” He asked rhetorically.        You laugh. “Only because i love you.”        “Yes! I told you so!” You turned and saw Kai yelling and celebrating, pointing fingers at beomgyu. Taehyun and yeonjun shaking their heads in disappointment.        What a crazy group of friends they were.

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[shorkbrian]

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Prelude - Hey! I promise I’m getting to requests soon, i read every single one! this is my warm up at writing real, legit NSFW in order to practice for some of those requests. Since this is my first time (lol) at writing nsfw content I’m a bit hesitant to post but hopefully I didn’t mess anything up lol. If ur reading this I lub u okay have fun

Pormpt - “It’s natural to cry”

Pairing - Aizawa Shouta X Reader

Warnings - NSFW. noncon, crying, unsafe sex. 

Music - https://youtu.be/scd-uNNxgrU

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 “Either you take them off, or I do.” Aizawa returned your panicked look with a calm, level expression. He didn’t want you to be scared of what was about to happen but, well…… he could tell that you weren’t ready, and there was nothing that the man could do to allay your fears.  He was tired of waiting - Aizawa was going to have you.

Hesitantly, you began slipping your clothes off with shaking hands. They trembled so badly that you couldn’t get a proper grip on the zipper of your jeans the first few times you tried to grab at it. Luckily you were able to hold onto it and pull it down before Aizawa got too impatient. You peeled off your jeans, having already thrown your shirt on the floor by your feet. It left you in your underwear, hands trying to shyly cover your chest and the intimate place between your legs. You didn’t want this, didn’t want Aizawa seeing you.

You didn’t have a choice.

Aizawa gazed at your body for a moment, before he stood, catching your hands gently in his own.

“None of that, let me see you.”

His voice was soft in volume, but it was throaty, scratchy in its cadence, rough to your ears. Aizawa pressed both of your wrists into on hand so he could use the other to reach around and undo your bra, pulling it down your arms despite your protests. As you struggled to draw your hands out of his grip, the man simply tightened his grasp, the crushing pressure making you gasp. It was clearly a threat, stop, or you’ll have two shattered wrists. you stopped trying to cover your naked chest.

A hand pulled at your panties, tugging one side down slowly before reaching for the other; slowly wriggling them down your tightly clenched legs.

“Shouta-“ he insisted you call him that instead of Aizawa “-please, I-I don’t.”

“It’s okay.” He rumbled. Your panties were pooled at your ankles. You tried to cross your legs to preserve your modesty, But Aizawa dragged you backward towards the bed, where he once again sat down. You stood in front of him, your wrists still captive in one large hand. He let go of them, giving you a warning look that made you think twice about trying to cover your chest again. 

His hands came up to rub soothingly at your body, focusing on your chest, the curve of your waist, the softness of your rear. It didn’t feel good. His hands were too rough and too big. You didn’t want to cry, but tears quickly filled your eyes when he began groping at your chest, squeezing and pulling at the flesh there in a mockery of a massaging gesture. It hurt.

You couldn’t stop yourself from yelping when Aizawa squeezed too hard (in his opinion he had grabbed you with hardly any pressure).  Your nipples felt like they were burning, a sharp pain lancing through the center of your breast before Aizawa seemed to register your pained noise. He glanced up, eyes meeting your face. Immediately he retracted his hands upon seeing you holding back tears, and he pulled you into his lap. It was supposed to be comforting. It only made the panic inside you grow. You started to struggle again, quickly making to launch yourself off his lap, but Aizawa caught you, a hand around your back, the other stroking along your thigh.

“I’m not hurting you.”

That was a lie.

You knew he was trying to reassure you, but it sounded like a warning. I could be hurting you.

“I can’t do this, Shouta I can’t ‘m sorry,  I-I can’t-“

He grabbed both of yours shoulders with those rough hands, and you clamped your mouth shut. His dark eyes met yours, and you were frightened to see no malice, no ill-intent directed at you.

“You can, you’ve done it before.”

Maybe it would make you feel better if he was doing this to hurt you, or punish you, or try to humiliate you. But he held only love for you, a burning desire that ate up his insides and blinded his mind to rationality. 

At his words, you struggled even harder, shaking you head as his grip on your shoulders tightened.

“I can’t!”

Aizawa wasn’t convinced.

His knuckles turned white as he held you against him.

“Biologically, it’s what your body was made for. (Y/N), you can and you will.“ “Please!! I-I just can’t Shouta please, please-”

“Stop.”

“No Shouta please don’t make me I can’t I don’t wanna-“

“I said-“ His eyes turned red, hair floating upwards. You had no quirk, it was just his natural response to de-escalate a situation. “-STOP.”

The sudden boom of his voice made everything go still. Your body, the breath in your lungs. It felt as if the air was afraid of moving, sound refusing to reach your ears as you stilled in Aizawa’s grasp. 

Your tears broke the stillness of the moment.

You looked off to the side, trying to sniffle your tears to a stop. You felt sick, disgusting - sitting naked on Aizawa’s lap.

“I……. I’ve never……” The stillness was back, but this time it was Aizawa who held his breath, body refusing to move as he hung on your words. You found his eyes again; they were wide, searching your face for… something. You didn’t know what.  He urged you to keep talking with his eyes, imploring you to finish what you had been saying.

“I’m a virgin.” You whispered, rushing out the words as if they burned your tongue. Maybe they did. The tears fell faster, rolling down your cheeks and dripping off your chin to plop wetly on your collarbone. You didn’t want to look at Shouta.

When your words reached him, the man froze.

Eventually, he released your shoulders, hands coming to cradle your waist. You hoped your admission would cause him to release you entirely, help you off his lap and back into your clothes. You felt so cold.

“It’s... “ you could tell he was struggling to find words, almost panting as he paused. “It’s natural to cry”

And cry you did.

Aizawa craned his head, kissing away your salty tears despite the way you flinched each time his lips met your skin. His movements, while still steady and restrained, seemed to carry an undercurrent of…. Urgency? Excitement? You didn’t have time to puzzle it out, Aizawa moving you so he could lay you down gently in the middle of the bed. Your stomach dropped.

“No….. please…. “

“Shh. I’ll be gentle, you’ll be okay.” Aizawa reached into his nightstand drawer, looking for something as he talked to you, his voice thick with lust. “This’ll feel good, I promise. I won’t hurt you, you know that.”

He had already hurt you. 

Everything hurt and you didn’t know how to make it stop. Even when he wasn’t touching you, your body felt tight, your heart was squeezing itself too hard, stomach twisting in knots and threatening to force bile up your throat. 

You felt so heavy, so small and afraid as Aizawa found what he was looking for, producing a bottle that you recognized as lube. 

He pried your stiff legs apart, ignoring the way you uselessly tried to squeeze them shut before he could settle between them.  Aizawa looked over your body, sighing softly as he set the lube down near your hip. The man leaned forward, capturing your lips slowly in a passionate kiss, probing his tongue between your lips, hands coming to cradle your head.

You didn’t want this.

When he broke the kiss, letting you gasp for air, Aizawa once again began running his hands along your body, although he had a goal in mind, his target settled between your thighs. 

“I’m getting you ready for me, but this’ll feel good too, I promise.” He supplied, the fingers of one hand beginning to slide up and down your folds slowly. Distantly, you recognized that he was using his teacher voice.

Slipping down to lie flat on his front, Aizawa breathed hotly against your core, watching your legs twitch at the foreign (pleasurable) sensation. His fingers were still playing with your folds, rubbing slowly between them, getting close to your entrance but never dipping in.

“Shouta please I don’t want this, I can’t do this please I don’t.”  You tried one last time.

Aizawa huffed, before he began licking beside his fingers slowly, letting his saliva coat the outside of your entrance. You squirmed in discomfort (it felt good?), embarrassed squeaks coming from your bright red face. Your hands flew up to cover your burning face, and Aizawa allowed it, more focused on dipping his tongue into you, swirling his fingers around your clit.

You didn’t want this to feel good, but it did. Through your tears you felt a distant throbbing in between your legs, ten times stronger than when you touched yourself at home. You wished you were at home. If you were at home you could be watching a movie, or reading the latest book you had gotten from the library.  Your cat would be displeased that you hadn’t fed her at the usual time, you realized. She was fussy and liked her schedule.

A burning jolt of pleasure pulled you back to the present, eyes closed behind the hands that covered your face, Aizawa’s head buried between your legs. He had slipped a finger in with his tongue, thrusting both appendages into you with no sense of urgency. When he grew tired of this, he replaced his tongue with another finger, deeming you wet enough. He moved to suck at your clit, and you writhed, back arching off the bed. The feeling was so intense you felt suffocated, gasping for breath as soon as Aizawa relented, moving to lick around the two fingers buried inside you. You hardly noticed when he slipped in a third.

“Shouta!” You gasped when he sucked at your clit again, his free hand coming to restrain your bucking hips. He pulled off, his three fingers still thrusting, rubbing your insides as he looked up at you from his spot between you legs.

“I like hearing you, be as loud as you want for me.”

He was always so calm, so collected in everything he did. In a way you envied his ability to remain so unaffected in his daily life. 

To your horror, a rising feeling began collecting deep in your stomach, and you began thrashing, trying to get away from Aizawa’s fingers and mouth as they stroked and thrusted and sucked at your intimate parts.

“Wait, waIT! I’m gonna pee, stop, stOP!”

You heard Aizawa let out a breathy chuckle against your skin. All of a sudden, the stimulation stopped, and the feeling dropped. You sighed in relief, but your stomach still felt icky. Why couldn’t Aizawa just leave you be? You wanted to go home. The next thing you knew, Aizawa was sitting back on his heels, black boxers nowhere to be seen.  You didn’t want to look at that, that thing between his legs.

Aizawa grabbed the lube from beside your hip, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you heard its cap open, the squirt of the bottle, then the sound of the cap closing. You tried your hardest to ignore the slick sounds of Aizawa stroking himself, covering his length in the slimy substance. 

Your eyes flew open when you felt his fingers again, wiping off the excess lube into your opening. It didn’t feel natural, feeling the slippery liquid being pushed into you. Aizawa gave another dark chuckle at your reaction, choosing not to comment on how your insides gripped his fingers, sucking him into your warmth. In a smooth motion, he was hovering above you, turning your head with his dry hand to look up at him.

His eyes were dark, pupils dilated. You could almost see your own terrified expression in the black mirror of his pupils. He was breathing heavily, the only sign that he was affected. You thought back to earlier when his voice had sounded excited, noticing that you could see that excitement now, feel it. His hand shakily stroked your hair, before he dipped down to join the two of you together in another passionate kiss. This one was messier than the last, and you felt your face scrunch up in disgust as you detected the faint trace of your taste on his tongue. 

Would he let you go home, you wondered, if you threw up in his mouth?

He drew back before you could give that thought serious consideration, and you were shocked to see a small smile tugging at his lips. You had never seen Aizawa, no, Shouta smile. You had worked as his TA for six years and not once had you seen his lips curl into anything other than a frown. It unnerved you.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, and finally getting to have you….” He dipped to kiss you again, briefly this time. “You taste so good, look so beautiful spread out on my bed.”

His dark hair tickled your cheek as he reached down to adjust himself, rubbing up and down your folds a few times. Aizawa watched intensely as you tipped your head back and trembled and shook at the sensation. It was unusual but it felt good, especially when his tip nudged against your clit.

“Take a deep breath.” 

You did as he asked without thinking, slightly confused, before you felt him slide into you slowly. Immediately you panicked, hands coming to push at his shoulders, terrified “no’s” and “stop, stop!”  Repeatedly falling from your lips.  It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was just so foreign, and you didn’t want him doing this to you.Aizawa shushed you gently, leaning down to kiss you again.

“Relax, relax, oh god….. you feel so god.”

You tried your best to relax, but it was hard. Aizawa was groaning above you, his head dipped down and eyes shut tight. You could tell it was taking everything he had to stay still, to go slow. He began moving in the finest of movements, gradually building up to shallowly thrusting into you at an easy pace, and you were horrified at the way it sent tingles up and down your spine, all the way to the tips of your toes. 

“Oh fuck, I love you so much.”

Despite the pleasure racing through your body, you still felt gross.

In no time, Aizawa was pounding into you, the rapid, slick sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the air alongside his groans and your cries. You were sobbing, the sensation of his thick length inside too much for you. You were so exhausted emotionally, you just wanted to sleep, wanted Aizawa to leave you alone and never look at you again, never acknowledge your presence.   He was using his teacher voice, instructing you how to move with him. He had told you to work with him, to do what felt natural and what felt good.  “I don’t know how!” You had cried, your body feeling tight with pleasure as he humped against you.  Aizawa had stopped for a second, seeming to remember that you were a virgin, new to the feelings that he was forcing onto your body. He had started up again, being very vocal about what you should do and how you should move.

“Move your hips a little, yes, good…… oh fuck, fuck, wrap your legs around me.”

You wrapped your legs around his sturdy waist, and he slipped his arms underneath your back. Next thing you knew, you were being lifted into the air, Aizawa moving so he was sitting on his heels, you bouncing in his lap. The angle changed everything and you cried, being manhandled like a rag doll.

“Oh my god, feel so good honey.” Aizawa was kissing your neck now, his pace desperate as he rutted up into you. ‘You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me….. mmmh.”

You wished he would stop talking. 

You wished a lot of things, but no one out there seemed to be in the mood to grant you wishes.

“Put your arms around my shoulder, yeah, that’s it.”

You followed his instructions; you had never seen this side of Aizawa before and you were already afraid of the man who n he was his calm, quiet self. You were terrified to think of what he could (would) do if you disobeyed.  

You could hardly think straight, a rhythmic “ah, ah, ah!” falling from your lips on each thrust of Aizawa’s strong hips. It felt so amazing, and it felt even more amazing when Aizawa began rubbing at your clit.

“I know you’re close. Fuck you’re so pretty, sound so gorgeous, I wanna fuck you until you pass out.”

Your stomach clenched at that, whether out of excited pleasure or fear that he would follow through on that. You felt that tingly feeling coming back, rising in your stomach, and you thrashed in Aizawa’s strong arms.

“Shouta, gotta stop! ‘M gonna pee, please! Shouta!”

You felt Aizawa’s length give a hearty twitch inside you, and it lit up your nerves, intensifying the feeling.

“Oh, oh honey, no… you’re gonna cum now.”  He breathed, his voice sounding strained.

You thrashed even harder, bringing a fist to hit his chest,  desperately pleading with him to let you stop bouncing in his lap.

“No, no no no, please! Lemme-lemme go I need….. need-“

The hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit came to capture your hands, bringing them behind your back. He used his grip on your wrists to begin jackhammering up into you, so hips moving so fast you felt like your brain was turning to mush. You really were going to pee.

“Let it out, let it out baby, it’s supposed to happen.” Was all he offered, panting harshly into your collarbone. You let out a choked sob, shaking your head as hard as you could, trying your best to hold it in.

Aizawa didn’t like that.

Not stopping the intense pace of his thrusts, Aizawa flicked at your clit, once, twice, before rearing his hand back as far as he could between your two bodies and slapping your clit.

The rising feeling exploded.

Indescribable pleasure coursed through your body, and you screamed, unable to hold it in. Aizawa’s thrusts increased in speed, and grew sloppy, his rutting extending your orgasm. With one final, bouncing thrust, Aizawa stilled with a heavy groan, and you felt warmth fill up your insides. You felt numb.

When the two of you had calmed down, Aizawa still gently humping you through his own orgasm, he had laid you back down on the bed. His length slipped out of you as he collapsed gently beside you, wrapping a sweaty arm around your waist. You wanted to cry at the feeling of his cum sliding out of you, dirtying the sheets between your legs. You barely had any tears left. Both of you were still breathing heavily, and Aizawa leaned over to pepper your face in gentle, chaste kisses.

“You did so good, I’m really proud of you.”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t want him to be proud of you.

[ickle-ronniekins]

dance with me

request from nonnie! “Hello! Im terribly in love with your writing! I was wondering if maybe, Charlie takes Bill, the twins an (either oc or reader insert) to a muggle party and they’re all super confused but love it and Fred is completely smitten by the OC when she danced and maybe did something weird/special of your choosing. I hope it isnt much, lots of love for u and Mischief Managed! ♥️”

pairing: fred x muggle!reader

word count: 2.2k

A/N: my dudes i don’t even know what the fuck this is but i loved this request so much, didn’t mean to make it sad, sry, also you can interpret this how you will.. personally i think they’re both too vulnerable rn to ~get it on~ but i like to think that maybe fred would open his heart again after this and she’d mend his heartbreak..... brb making myself big sad !!!!!! but listen if you wanna imagine him pinning her against the wall and having the time of his life then go for it, man i'm just...... big into angst;;;;;;; pls reblog & leave feedback & things of the like, thank you loves

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The foggy, wet streets of the city were unappealing compared to the very comforting, open landscape next to the Burrow. The very last thing that Fred and George had wanted to do was follow their two eldest brothers in the frigid, rainy weather to some silly Muggle party in central London.

Especially Fred.

He didn’t want to be forced out of the one place that made him somewhat happy, especially when he was still nursing the heartbreak that had been causing him so much unpleasantness.

But they’d obliged, because Charlie had nearly pounced on the two of them about it, and they’d much rather go to this than be forced to sit inside the Burrow with pompous Percy -- although, since the war, he had admittedly gotten better at not being a self-righteous git.

The twins had a ton on their plate; not to mention, Fred wasn’t in the mood for any of it. They were dragged out of their business shop by Bill, who was adamant about the fact that they’d both needed a night out, and when they’d tried to persist, telling their eldest brother many times that they had too much to do before the newest shipment of magical inventions came in, Bill had nearly hexed the pair of them, causing them both to shut up almost instantaneously.

But now, as bright, fluorescent lights hit the middle of the room, highlighting you, your smooth and effortless dance moves, and the very lazy grin on your face as you sang along to the booming music in between sips of your drink, Fred wasn’t so huffy about being here anymore.

His heartbreak didn’t seem so heavy anymore.

At least right now, it didn’t.

Admittedly, Bill was right. They really did need a night out. They’d been so bloody busy working that they hadn’t even been to the pub in a few weeks’ time. Ever since the war, business had seemed to escalate, which was really saying something, considering it was incredibly busy even before all of this had gone down. The two of them hardly ever had a moment to breathe. Which, they supposed, was good for Fred. Kept him occupied, kept his mind at bay. But they reckoned they probably needed to hire some more help. Ron had reluctantly agreed to lend a hand. It was Hermione’s idea. A brilliant one, at that.

George thrust a beer frustratingly into his twin’s hands. “We’ve got so much to do, mate.”

“Yeah,” Fred replied breathlessly, truly not listening to a word George was saying.

Fred Weasley had always had it easy when it came to the ladies. They flocked to him, really. He didn’t like to admit it so as not to come off like an entitled prat, but it was true. It was probably due to the fact that he was always making everyone laugh -- something that came equally as easy to him. Perhaps it was his bright red hair that the girls ogled over. Maybe it was his wicked sense of adventure, and the fact that he was always landing himself in questionable situations more often than not. But that was school. He could easily impress those girls at school. He hadn’t had too in a while, though. He’d been happily tied up with the same person for years — that is, until he wasn’t. Until she’d picked someone else.

This was different, though. This was a Muggle party, in the middle of central London, in someone’s sweaty, sticky flat with a bunch of people he didn’t know. Fred couldn’t do magic here. He couldn’t impress someone with his inventions or with his stories about adventure without giving away the fact that he was a from a magical background. He couldn’t use his usual tricks in front of all of these Muggles or he’d be in a ton of hot water.

He also couldn’t let his very intense vulnerability and his rusty flirting get in the way.

But he wouldn’t be Fred Weasley if he didn’t try, right?

It was always easy for Fred to be able to flirt absentmindedly with women. But with his heart in a fragile state, he wasn’t so sure it would be easy tonight.

Bill, picking up on his younger brother’s locked knees and fingers gripped tight around his beer, stopped in front of them. “You alright, Fred?”

“Yeah,” Fred said again, clearing his throat and swigging a bit of his drink. He then thrust the nearly full beer into Charlie’s hands, who furrowed his brows in a confused look. Fred continued, “More than okay. Hey, you guys have fun -- I’ll catch up with you in a bit, alright?”

He left his brothers standing at the other end of the room as he pushed through tons of people. When he’d finally made it to the middle, you were gone. He casually swerved around, peering all around the room to try and meet the gaze with the eyes he felt like he’s known for years already. He then spotted you toward the corner, pouring yourself another drink. His feet began moving before he could register exactly what he was doing; so quickly, in fact, that he hadn’t even heard the obnoxious exchange of words and laughter from behind him from his brothers.

“Merlin, can we go anywhere without Fred picking someone up?”

“Give him a break, mate -- he hasn’t seen anyone since everything unraveled with the last one. It’s been almost two years. Reckon this is good for him — for me, too.”

“Wish it was that easy for me to pick someone up, bloody hell.”

With his heart pounding unnaturally against his ribcage, Fred slid next to you and too began to pour himself a drink, glad to have gotten rid of that beer that Charlie was now undoubtedly guzzling. He opened his mouth to speak, but much to his surprise, you spoke first.

“Ahh -- a whiskey man, are you?”

He was taken aback at the sultry sound of your voice; maybe it was because the music was pounding in his ears, or the fact that you were this foreign person he desperately found himself wanting to know, and very quickly. He looked down at his drink, and then up at you. You were already sipping yours. “That a bad thing?”

“Not necessarily -- though I haven’t decided yet.”

The slight eyebrow raise you gave him made his insides twist. It was too early in the night for nerves. He swallowed them down as he took a swig of his very strong drink. “Haven’t decided, hm?”

You turned to him and then around to face the rest of the party. You inched closer and crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded. “There are three different types of men here tonight, you see. Those, over there,” you pointed with your pinky finger to a bunch of very frat-like men sipping lazily on their beers or glasses of wine, “they’ve come looking for something casual. Not so casual as far as one nighters go, but a fling. Something of the like. Those over on that end,” Fred followed your finger over to a very messy looking group of men who were dancing far too close with some women in the middle of the dance floor -- they looked like they all needed to get rooms. Separately. Merlin. “You know the type of night they’re looking for.”

Fred couldn’t help but snort a bit as he sipped casually.

“And then there’s you. Sipping your whiskey. Cute as ever.”

You turned back toward him and he raised an eyebrow. He was now feeling a bit self-conscious — he was both thrilled and equally embarrassed at being called “cute” by a woman as stunning as you, way out of his league and probably having quite a laugh yourself. He didn’t even know your name. What would you say next? You’d already deemed him the “third type of man” in the room, but the fact that he was a standalone, and not lumped in with another group, made him feel both overwhelmingly relieved, and also slightly terrified. But he tried to play it cool.

“What about me?”

You brought your hand to your hip and wet your lips, pondering this. A small smirk spread itself across your face, the fluorescent light flashing across your eyes. “I dunno yet,”

He liked that. He liked that you didn’t know anything about him. He liked that he didn’t have to be the bloke who made jokes to lighten the mood, the guy who loved messing with people, or the boy who got his heart broken by a girl who’d never really cared for him at all. He didn’t have to be any of those people. He could just be Fred.

“Haven’t decided, I reckon? Like the whiskey?”

You smiled; it was bad enough that Fred was losing his mind solely at the perfume you were wearing, and the fact that this conversation was going absolutely nothing like what he’d planned. Your eyes met his and your voice was soft when you leant in closer, “That’s what makes it so bloody dangerous.”

He didn’t know what the bloody hell you meant by that but he didn’t seem to mind, especially when you grabbed him by the shirt and led him to the dance floor again, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you as some slow song he’d never heard blared through the speakers in the corner.

“And to think — I was just going to come over here and see if I’d even be lucky enough to have a chat,”

You laughed at this, shutting your eyes whilst doing so, and Fred noticed something sparkly painted on your skin toward the edges of your eyes. “What can I say? You’ve intrigued me.”

Perhaps he could do this without any magic. Bloody difficult to not talk all about it, though.

Perhaps his vulnerability would subside, and he’d be able to talk and flirt and dance without thinking back on his own overwhelming heartache that had rendered him nearly useless the last few months.

But after a while, he stopped worrying. The music was so loud, your laughter so infectious, that he’d forgotten all about all those stupid jokes he’d wanted to make about his shop, about Hogwarts, about the magic he’d learned growing up. It wasn’t until you’d asked him to be in the moment with you that he’d truly remembered them.

“Just,” you’d started, tugging gently on the collar of his shirt and biting your bottom lip as another song played loudly, “just be here with me, okay?”

Fred wondered, as glassiness seemed to fill your eyes through a grin at him, if you, too, were in need of this night out.

Maybe you were nursing some kind of heartbreak, too.

Maybe you were also trying to find some type of normal.

It was in your tone — in the way your voice trembled slightly when you’d said be here with me. He didn’t think you were looking for something like a fling, like those guys you’d pointed at before. And he definitely knew that you weren’t looking for one night and one night only, like those sloppy people he’d kept trying to avoid on the dance floor. Maybe, like you’d said, you just needed him to be here. In the moment. Just the two of you, shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

He realized, when he peered down at you and felt some type of warmth for the first time since his own heart was crushed in its vulnerability, that he just needed you to be here with him, too.

So when you leant forward slowly, trying to read his expression, to see if it was okay to do what you wanted to do, he leant in too, pressing his lips gently to yours in a spark of electricity for the first time in Merlin only knows how long.

And what he tasted on your lips sent him spiraling.

When you pulled apart, he raised an eyebrow and smirked at you. “What?” You asked nervously, biting down on the bottom lip, desperately trying to hide the smirk that was growing on your face.

“A whiskey girl, eh?”

You shrugged casually, as if it meant nothing. But you both knew it meant everything. It was just strange, he thought — your first interaction just hours ago, the conversation you’d held, and how you were here, now, entangled together. You wiggled your eyebrows at him — and he was surprised that he found it both innocent and incredibly alluring. “Told you it’s dangerous.”

You sipped the very last of your drink before tossing your cup into the waste bin. Fred reckoned he could stay here all night, forgetting about all of the things that kept him up at night, the things that had been making him so bloody prone to unpleasantness for such a long time. He wanted to laugh again. He wanted to smile again. He wanted to love again.

When you cocked your head to the side and smiled softly at him, beginning to mouth the words to the music, he reckoned he might just be able too.

Then you tugged on both of his hands, placed them delicately across your waist as you locked your arms around his neck again, you said over the booming of the next stupid song you’d undoubtedly sing every word too,

“Just dance with me, Freddie.”

[honeybomb4thebear]

Ooo nice! can i ask for Mikan nsfw alphabet?

Of course!!

Thank you for 50 followers by the way, I hope you continue to support me :)

Warning: N//F*W!!!

MIKAN N//F*W ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. NEVER lets you do aftercare for her. Will ALWAYS be the one doing the aftercare, no questions asked. Aftercare is one of her favorite things about sex and she'll absolutely love to see you so... Vulnerable for her. Y'know, just Mikan things.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. She would love to be your cute little pet, or your slave. She loves you so much, you mean so much for her, so she would like to do ANYTHING for you. Especially in bed. But please go easy on her-

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. She has a pretty healthy diet, so it's sweet. Cums a lot too.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? 3 switches in a row, huh-. Switch sub. I'd feel bad if I called her a pervert, though.

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). Oh my god bring it on. Knifeplay, breathplay, temperature play... After all, she gets to take care of you afterwards. Yeah, she'd prefer being in the inflicting end.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). As fucked up as it sounds, she wants to fuck you while you are sick- nothing too serious, it's just that seeing your even more hot and blushy face while fucking you feels so nice. You look even more pathetic, even more dependent on her in that state.. She would never do that, though. Even if you were the one to suggest it, she'd refuse because she is supposed to take care of you-

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. Would try to cover herself but as we all know Mikan, she'd accidentally expose herself more... You should be the one to tell the other person to go.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). Her breasts. Play with her nipples. Even if it's through clothes, her panties will be damp already.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. Ahhhh she can be pretty romantic and trust me if she's it'll be the best sexual experience for both of you. Make love with her, seriously. She'll be so happy she'll end up crying.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. Appreciate her body and hug her gently. Shower her face with kisses, which will soon turn into a make-out session. And it'll escalate quickly from there...

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. UH, probably restricting you in any way... That way, you'll have no choice to rely on Mikan, in that moment. If she is the submissive one, control her orgasms.  

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. She is not really picky. But a hospital bed would be nice (it would be very nice for your roleplay please plea-).

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. To relieve stress maybe? It's not often, but might do it to get your attention. She only does it when she is too stressed out, but for your attention she'd do it, for like, 4 times a week.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. C'mon, she wouldn't humiliate you. Or degrade you. She physically wouldn't be able to do that.

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). Oh my GOD, this girl LOVES seeing you vulnerable it's kinda scary ngl. When you are all vulnerable, there is no way she could repress the urge to touch you, it doesn't even have to be sexually. She wants to "take care" of you, which could lead to good things if the reason behind your weakness is you being horny.

P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. Mutual fingering, that one position where you pin her against the wall and she wraps her legs around you, and sagittarius.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. Not a big fan of it, needless to say prefers actual sex. Yet she definetly wouldn't be able to resist if you asked her with a flushed face.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. If you flip her sadist switch, there is no way she'd go easy on you...

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. Surprisingly, she has lots. 4-5 maybe? Being a nurse helps, somehow...

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. A strap-on, a vibrator dildo, and small vibrators to tape on your (or her) nipples.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. Nah, not much. Please don't tease her as well, I'd feel bad lol

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. Ooh yeah, if she's submissive she is very loud. She will tell you how good it feels and how much she loves you, with drool going down on her chin. If she is the dominant one, she will giggle shyly and with a very soft voice, ask questions like "do you like this? You seem to like this... Oh my, you look very adorable right now..."

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. She loves it when you kiss her. It doesn't matter where, she just loves receiving kissies, it makes her feel loved. She likes PDA, so if you were to kiss her cheek in public she would be REALLY happy.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. A pretty nice figure. I doubt she has much chub on her, but it's not like she is athletic so... No fat, but no muscle either.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. Surprisingly, not much? She does get turned on when you are horny, though. She likes seeing you horny, maybe a bit too much.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. She NEVER sleeps before you. She needs to ensure that you are as comfortable as you can be, so she will wait for you to sleep.

[soulwillower]

if you’re too shy • richie tozier

(richie tozier x cam girl!reader smut)

[based off the song if you’re too shy (let me know) by the 1975.]

requested: i can't find it lol BUT 🤍anon (i think) requested a fic based off of the 1975′s new song, if you’re too shy let me know !!

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, switch!richie kinda, smut, unprotected sex, a tiny bit of cumplay i guess, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, a bit of dirty talking, UNEDITED as always

also i wrote this in a different style than usual and idk if i like it much but u can let me know what u guys think,, if its weird i can go in and change the povs since its 3rd person richie

[losers + reader are 21+ in this.]

7.4k words lol

♡

i see her online all the time i'm trying not to stare down there while she talks about her tough time

"h-hey, man, who's that?" the voice from right next to richie makes him damn near leap out of his seat. it makes beverly chuckle a bit as she takes a bite of her apple, shaking her head. "it’s nobody." richie says quickly as he tilts his phone towards his chest and shoots a toothy grin to bill. his friend raises his full eyebrows, "wh-what, so n-nobody was sending you n-nudes?"

"something like that." richie mutters, stomach fluttering as the image flashes in his mind’s eye - the curves, the dark red lace, the plush skin painting a perfect scene in richie’s vivid imagination.

richie looks back down at the photo. his his thumbs hover over the profile picture; he'd found her originally on his instagram explore page, the photos teasing and immediately he had to know more. y/n.

and then a few days later, he'd subscribed to her only fans, which he never quite thought he'd do with anyone, but he couldn't help it. she was so enticing, so perfect and so alluring. it was the playfulness that pulled him in; and he swears he's never lusted after somebody like he has with her. it was kind of starting to freak him out.

"is that o-onlyfans?" bill says and richie shoves bill's nosy face off his shoulder with a panicked grunt. "fuck off, mushmouth."

bill laughs and stan and bev perk up from across the table, staring at the two, interests suddenly piqued. "did you subscribe to a girl's onlyfans, rich?" stan says with a grin, setting his pen down on his notebook. 

richie just smirks and wiggles his brows a bit, enough to confirm his question. bill chuckles from next to richie.

"let me see." bev says, wiggling her manicured nails in a "gimme" motion. richie hands his phone over with red cheeks. normally he wouldn't care about his friends discovering he's paid money just to see a hot chick's bod, but this was different. for some reason, he felt connected to her. god, that thought made him want to slam his head against a brick wall. she doesn't even know him,  for all he knows she could live in the middle of.... montana, or like, ohio.

bev whistles and stan nods, "if i looked like that," bev mumbles as she tosses richie's phone back towards him, "i'd do that too. mad props."

noises of agreement fill the table but richie's just looking at the small smirk that peeks from the corner of one of the photos and he can't help but wonder what her eyes are like in real life. he wishes he could meet her.

girl of your dreams, you know what i mean there's something 'bout her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don't mean

it's a cold day when bill and richie find themselves stumbling in to the coffee shop for a drink. bill's muttering about some girl in his creative writing class that gave him head when richie's eyes catch a figure so familiar yet foreign that he stops dead in his tracks. bill turns to him, face confused. "r-richie, what's wrong w-with you?"

richie shakes his head, stammering in disbelief, "that-that's her, bill. the girl, from onlyfans. y/n." he whispers, gesturing with his eyes towards the girl working the register.

bill’s jaw goes slack, green eyes raking over her form and igniting richie’s stomach with boiling rage. as if bill’s doing something that only richie is allowed to do – as if they're not both being total creeps.

“h-holy sh-shit. she’s b-beautiful.” bill mumbles. richie elbows him in the ribs, shooting him a glare that prompts an eye-roll from his auburn haired friend.

richie swallows and watches, his throat feeling like sandpaper as she laughs at something the customer in front of them said. bill nudges richie, "i-i'm gonna get a s-seat. t-talk to her."

he winks and grins as he walks away, leaving richie with his reckless self. he thinks he's sweating through his sweater as he walks up, finding himself face-to-face with her. "hi, how can i help you?" she asks, giving him a smile

holyshitholyshitholyshit.

he might've just came right then and there. okay, he's gotta say something cool, something smooth. don't be a dumbass, tozier. 

"howdy, sugar. i'll have my coffee like i like my women." his mouth blurts as his brain sirens go off, PUT ON THE BRAKES, RICH – "a hot shock to the lap.”

she glares at him, cheeks light pink and eyebrows pulled together in annoyance and yep, richie's probably going to get hard because of that look but he's also probably going to toss his body off a bridge because what the fuck, tozier?

he can hear bill laughing quietly from a ways away and he quickly shakes his head, muttering quietly, "jail. jail, richard."

"funny." she deadpans, clearly not amused. because of course she isn't.

"sorry, i'll have a black coffee, y/n." he mutters, eyes widening to himself when he realizes she was not wearing a goddamn name tag and he just said her name.

this is a disaster. she gives him a bewildered, slightly creeped out look and if richie wasn't panicking, he'd gape at how she still managed to be effortlessly gorgeous even now.

he sighs, shaking his head, the door of the cafe opening and blowing a gust of frigid air through the warm room. fitting - douche chill. 

"look, toots, i don't want this to be weird. i- um, i recognize you." he says, cheeks aflame. she raises a brow, face straight for a few moments, unsure what he means.

it's not long after when recognition flashes over her own face - must have ruled out coffee shop, university and her local gym - and she nods with a tight, almost uncomfortable smile. 

he tries not to think of the livestream he watched last night where she showed all her new gifts and modeled lingerie, and how he’d spent his time to himself with his left hand immediately after watching. his cheeks are red with shame. 

"okay." is all she says, writing down a scribbled order on the coffee cup. her eyes shoot back up and give richie a once-over that really makes his fingers itch - god, why did he have to be this way? 

he almost runs his fingers through his curls but decides against it, eyes opting to focus on her own gorgeous eyes as they meet him. "i'm impressed i have a fan who looks like you, i must say. even if you are a complete jack ass." she purrs and his jaw nearly smacks the floor at its velocity as it flies open.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks then with a small grin, flattered at the tiniest of compliments that just barely, in his mind, eclipsed the insult that he so very much deserved.

"i'm saying you're kind of a dick. it's too bad, because you're real cute." she says casually, handing him his change. his stomach flips and butterflies release in his chest, a feeling that he's not felt in almost five years.

but damn, of course he messed up - he got the chance to talk to the hottest girl on earth and he started it by saying an awful joke that wasn't funny at all. of course she though he was a dick, he is one.

he's shocked, though, as he waits for his coffee with bill, who is still snickering into his hand every few moments, to find his coffee cup with extra sharpie scribbled on the white paper. a name.

y/n. and below it is a phone number with a small heart scribbled, and richie can't tell if it's a seven or a one but he figures he'd try every phone number in the damn state if it meant he could fucking text her. holy fuck.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking if you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

he didn't text her for two days and three hours. yes, he counted it. no, he won't think about why he was obsessing over the numbers - but since the time he'd finally had found the courage to text her today, things have escalated proficiently. 

she'd just mentioned how hot it was in her apartment since her heater had gone haywire - even though the winter winds were cold, she'd claimed she was burning up in what she was wearing.

and the mere mention of her clothing had sent richie into somewhat of a spiral, spending at least seven minutes glued to his phone and scrolling through the saved album he had of those photos of her that she'd posted; his sweatpants getting increasingly tight and his palm suddenly aching to slip through the fabric and find some release.

but, in true trashmouth fashion, he apparently needed that sweet, sweet rejection from a hot cam girl he'd somehow weaseled into getting the number of in order to wank off properly, so he types out a text and hits send immediately.

what are you wearing?

and then he almost vomits in embarrassment – what was she going to think? did he just royally fuck up? oh god, he’s going to have to shave his head and move to canada.

his phone buzzes and he nearly passes out when he lays his eyes upon the image attached – there her body is again, curvy and full and beautiful, her skin glowing in the fading light of what he assumes is her bedroom. and with it:

this. what are you wearing, rich?

and then he pulls his gaze from his phone and stands, breathing heavily because holy shit.

he's gotten nudes before, but.... none from someone like her. holy shit.

he walks to his bathroom, splashing water on his beet-red cheeks. he swallows, staring at himself in the mirror. fuck.

he slaps his cheek once, then winking at himself in attempt to muster any sliver of confidence. and then he snaps a picture, only in his boxers.

and then he has to physically refrain from making a joke about wearing the same lingerie set as her, instead sending a flirty text that he knows any other woman would blush at. he just doesn’t know with y/n, and maybe that’s why he loves it so much. she's keeping him on his toes.

you like what you see?

he sends that one afterwards, shaking his head because oh my god, she's going to respond with "no" and then bill him $40 for the nude she sent him. not that he wouldn't pay, but...

his phone dings and he nearly breaks an ankle running to his desk. 

yeah, i do. but maybe i'd like you better without any clothes on.

he almost yells out loud at this, but he has a feeling that waking up stan in the middle of the night would not be optimal after their 'roommate agreement' they'd made that explicitly states richie cannot scream between 1am - 9am. so instead he smirks to himself, face turning red.

he's getting harder by the moment, and as he stares at that picture she'd sent earlier, he lets out a breathy groan. the lace....

we could face time yk

or we don't have to.

he reads her words in live time, watching the thought bubble appear again and watching it like a hawk. he can just imagine her sitting there with a small smirk as another text comes in and he almost groans as his dick twitches.

like, if you're too shy or something ;)

he stares at the screen for two seconds at that sinful photo she'd sent just before those texts and then sighs, shaking his head and pressing the green face-time call button.

i've been wearing nothing every time i call you and i'm starting to feel weird about it sometimes it's better if you think about it this time, i think i'm gonna drink through it

three days later, richie was undeniably and unequivocally drunk. but, as he's just explained about three times to mike, he knows that it is just easier to not think right, especially about her, right now - and the best way to do that is by getting so piss drunk that even if he tried to "hit her line," as he so eloquently put it, his dick would be too whiskey'd out to make a full appearance.

it's for the best. mike had fake gagged at richie’s cadence with a laugh, but richie was dead serious because he was starting to think he had a real issue.

it was obviously just a fun thing to do between two near-strangers, but he'd found that he was starting to almost pavlov-style condition himself into getting turned on every time the name y/n came across his recent texts or face times, and it was getting to be too much.

especially when her post notification popped up and he cracked a fatty in the middle of his econ lecture. christ, the point of elasticity of markers in the u.s. was not something he pictured when he usually had to quell a pitch in his tent. so yeah, it's too much.

because yes, he loves her fucking body and wants nothing more than her, but in truth he longs for the feeling of her skin against his; to touch her, to kiss her, to make her his. all the time.

but yet, it was just a good way to get off without all the strings and ribbons and yarn and whatever the fuck her soft-looking knit bra is made from attached.

so much for not thinking about her.

but i see her online (and don't think that i should be calling) all the time (i just wanted a happy ending) and i'm pretending i don't care about her stare while she's giving me a tough time

it’s noon the next day and he's laying in (for some reason) stan's bed instead of his own with a blinding, mind-splitting headache and an insatiable craving for a cheeseburger, eyes squinting in lust and something akin to shame as he watches the livestream y/n had just started. she’s in a slip – a very thin, silk and see through slip and it makes him more frustrated than he’s willing to admit.

as he stares at her smooth skin and wonders how it'd be to touch it all, her eyes catch something in the chat and she smiles coyly. "hi, rich." she purrs and richie almost chokes - holy shit, she saw him join.

"do you like my gift i just got?" she asks coyly, snapping the straps of her bra with a small smile and he stiffens almost instantly, thinking of how many times he'd seen her skin in videos and photos that were just for him.

how she'd moaned his name two nights ago on face time, her fingers buried inside herself slightly off-camera. and oh, how he wishes he could see all of her, but they'd not crossed that line yet - anything they'd done hadn't been yet proven visually, only from facial expressions, noises, and the brutal honestly of being together through face time.

he wants her so fucking bad, he needs her like he needs water to drink and air to breathe and it's murdering him as he watches her react to the chat of her livestream, playing with the hem of her black lace panties.

god, he needs a cold shower or something if he's going to get anything done today.

and then he's calling her an a few hours after her stream ends because he just can't wait - he feels his stomach twist with shame as he realizes he should not be doing such a certainly a terrible idea. but she answers after three rings. "richie." her siren voice purrs and he literally feels himself fall deeper into the pit.

"hi there, toots. got any coffee in the pot for me?" he asks, sounding surprisingly eloquent compared to how she normally makes him feel. 

she hums in fake thought, and it makes richie grin. she's fucking adorable. "come to the shop, i have my break in ten." and then she hangs up. he sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he shakes his head. he's utterly fucked.

he's there in record time, a smirk plastered on his face as he walks in and sees her sitting at a table, lookin' all pretty. just for him.

"what made you think of calling?" she says in loo of a greeting. he sits across from her and wills his eyes to meet hers. "nothin' toots." he says with a half shrug, taking a sip of the coffee placed in front of him that has the the name 'dick' written on it in her handwriting. he rolls his eyes affectionately.

"oh, so it wasn't anything to do with my livestream this morning?" she asks with a look, eyeing him. her eyes are swimmable, they hold so many stories and secrets and maybe richie's just hungover, but he's feeling very flustered.

"we-w, uh, no. what... what are you talking about?" he rolls his eyes at himself inwardly, cursing stuttering bill and his contagious speech patterns. "-i don't know what you're talking about, sugar." he recovers fairly smoothly, if he may toot his own horn. and honestly, he can pretend not to care as long as he doesn't look into that goddamn stare of hers.

he chuckles awkwardly, cheeks aflame as she stares at him with a bored look and a small hum. she still looks perfect and he's even more nervous now, because oh god, oh fuck, he's gonna get slapped in the face by y/n.

it was pretty unspoken since they'd started doing... stuff... that richie probably still watched her content online, but she'd never fully addressed it until today during the livestream in front of a thousand others. 

he's choking on his spit in shame but then a smile splits her face and richie's sure he's suffocated on his own saliva and gone to a sinner's heaven. or maybe hell.

"oh, richie, i'm just teasing you. look at your face!" she says with an airy laugh, pinching his cheeks and making him want to shrivel up as he turns even redder. what the fuck? "-so cute. alright, i've got to get back to work. i'll see you around, rich." she says with a wink, taking her coffee and tossing it into the trash bin as she stalks towards the employee back room.

he gapes as he watches her leave and then gets up and makes his way to the exit, clutching the coffee like it was trying to jump out of his grasp and make a run for it. god, she's too much.

"maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i'm not playing with you, baby i think that you should give it a go" she said, "maybe i would like you better if you took off your clothes i wanna see, and stop thinking If you're too shy, then let me too shy, then let me know"

"-babe, you'll have to try harder than that." richie says with a chuckle, watching his phone screen as the beautiful girl on face time gives him a sly, challenging look. she's in a green lace bra, one richie's not seen yet and he can feel himself stiffen as she absently trails her fingers over her chest.

they'd been much closer over the last week since he last saw her in person, enough so that in the three-is weeks of knowing her, he's positive he's head over ass for her in a way that he shouldn't be. and yet, she still comes back every time, still texts him and answers those face time calls. he's baffled, honestly.

"i know you hate me because i'm right." he adds, not even totally remembering what point he's trying to prove as y/n shifts back a bit and more of her body is revealed, her hair glowing dimly in the soft lighting of her room. his eyes run over her curves, her full thighs and stomach and hips that fill over her panties and he almost groans.

"whatever, maybe i'd like you better if you took off your clothes." she says coyly. and richie's half flattered, as usual, but the more he thinks of it the more deflated he feels. he kind of thought they were growing something more than just getting each other off over face time like horny fifteen year olds. he grins nonetheless.

"you say that a lot, you know." richie says breathlessly as he stares at her. she tilts her head ever so slightly and grins, biting her lip as her eyes move around her screen with a conflicted look. "-why?" he adds.

she hums again.

"well. okay, so there's the visual world - like, the internet, onlyfans, instagram- it tells us that everything is amazing. and we should want everything. and it makes us yearn for everything that we don’t have and everything that’s unobtainable. you know, love, a relationship beyond physical. and even physical, it's different when it's online."

her words confuse him much more than they aid him. "you think... that because of the internet, love is unattainable?" he asks with furrowed brows, unsure how somebody so perfect and, quite frankly, lovable, would think that.

"it is for me." she says it with a small sense of forlorning but mostly it's whispered. enough that richie's heart skips a beat and he's, for the first time, not having a hard time keeping his eyes on her face instead of her body.

"what?" he asks dumbly. she just laughs, shaking her head and he stares at her on his tiny phone screen in the dark.

"that’s something that, you know. in real life, person to person, it has a lot of connotations of... trust and vulnerability and connection. doing what i do- and what we're doing… on the internet - it has the opposite of those connotations. like, before you, i didn't- i didn't really do this, i just was selling stuff. because guys don't want to fuck the girl who sells her body online. and you know now, i want to..." she trails off and richie doesn't dare interrupt her because he thinks she's about to say something he's wanted to tell her for a while now.

"i don't know, i guess. exploring someone's body in physical presence isn't seen at all as voyeuristic, or anything apart from...like, an intimate exchange." she says it casually, brushing hair from her face and shit, richie's swooning. he's in fucking love, he knows it, because y/n is so smart and intelligent and he's so fucking trashed for her. as she speaks, her hands move and distract him slightly from her body, doused in blue light from the screen and splayed out for him and only him on her phone camera.

the soft lace on her hips and chest make his body stiffen and it causes him to suppress a groan as she sighs, but richie knows he can’t screenshot this heavenly sight because she’ll definitely notice and she can probably already tell he’s having a hard time not staring at her alluring figure as she talks.

"-whereas, you know. as soon as it happens on the internet, it becomes kinky and cam-girly. and, you know, that's fine. i love doing it. it's just, i'm not sure where the authentic communication even is now. or if i get to have a happy ending." she says and he finally sees her blush for the first time.

he wishes he was there with her, he wishes that he could touch the redness on her cheeks and caress her curvy body and taste her skin on his tongue. he wants to feel himself inside her, he wants to be with her and kiss her lips and yet he can't, so he sighs and shifts in his position, moving to turn up the brightness of his phone so he can see better.

"shouldn't you get to be the one to decide that, doll?" is all he adds. because he feels kind of lost and just as confused as y/n is with this.

he's starting to feel weird about it, because... is this authentic? what makes things like hookups or whatever the hell they've been doing authentic? shouldn't this be easy? it's just phone sex, phone sex with a really hot girl.

a girl who is complex and alive and full of sincerity and richie is definitely falling harder than he should.

she just sighs but makes no other comment. and then they just stare at each other, richie's face illuminated in his dark room by the phone's reflection.

well, i found a motel it looked like the bins i think there'd been a murder so we couldn't get in i need to get back i've gotta see the girl on the screen

"come over and watch a movie with me." he says into the phone, biting his lip. the silence from the other end of the line is deafening as she makes her decision, because they both know she's not about to come over just to watch the shining or psycho. 

they've never done that before, and richie knows if she does come over, then whatever they have will crash down in a fiery mess. and he hates how excited that makes him as he waits in silence for her to drop the ball. so to speak.

"okay." she says, sounding shocked herself, and richie can't contain the excited grin from eclipsing his face. "yeah?" he asks breathlessly, and she's quiet for a little longer. "yeah. text me your address." 

she hangs up after that, and richie's thumbs shake as he types his address and sprints out to where stan, mike, ben, and bill are playing video games in he and stan's living room, wheezing at all of them to get out because someone fucking unbelievable is about to walk through that door.

she's there about an hour later, cheeks flushed when richie opens his door, looking just as nervous and flustered. "hi, chee." she says breathlessly, staring up at him with those goddamn eyes, the eyes that pulled him in the first time. his stomach flips in affection at her nickname and he offers her a drink as she takes in his shitty apartment. he wonders briefly if stan ended up buying that rosé that he'd given him shit for considering, and then prays that stan will stay the night elsewhere.

she's already pouring out glasses of wine when he snaps back to reality, and he grins at her, mumbling in thanks as she passes him a glass that's certainly poured almost to the brim.

"what are we watching, then?" she asks coyly, lifting a brow at him. his cheeks are red, but he tugs her arm down the hall towards his room with a grin, their wine sloshing from their glasses as they move erratically.

"we're watching psycho, y/n/n." he says as he pulls her into his room, glancing back to see she's already swallowed down almost half her glass, a lipstick stain on the side of it. faintly he knows stan will be frustrated if richie doesn't clean that off, but he's more distracted by her lips.

"i like psycho." she says with a nod and a cheeky grin, "the whole 'voyeuristic gaze' thing with hitchcock." she mumbles, and richie recalls faintly learning about that in one of his film classes freshman year and he grins as he takes a hefty gulp of his rosé, figuring he's already given himself away and if she's going to do that, he can too.

he hums, setting down his glass and grabbing hers to set it besides his on the bedside table. he turns around, intending on grabbing his laptop so they could watch the film, but she's so much closer that he'd expected and her hands fall onto his shoulders and he almost shits himself.

unpleasant, but honest. just richie's style.

"can i try something?" she asks with a grin, and richie nods, knowing that she could do anything to him and he'd gladly let it happen and most likely pay out of pocket for the damages afterwards.

and then she's pulling him from her grip on his shoulders, her lips sliding against his and making him grip her hips. his mind almost explodes at with y/n-sensory-overload because he feels her everywhere - on his lips, against his hands, on his shoulders, and pressing against his front.

her lips taste like chamomile and rosé.

she thinks his lips taste like vanilla and cigarette smoke, just as she'd always imagined. he feels so real, pressed against her lips and his body against hers, and she sighs as her tongue slips into his mouth because god, she's needed him for so long. and now she has him.

his hands move, touching every inch of her as their tongues fight for dominance. she pulls back, smirking as she gently pushes him onto his mattress, sliding onto his lap smoothly afterwards, grinding her hips against his slowly.

the moan he emits is heavenly and she could cry because she finally gets to hear it in person and not through the crackling static frequency of the phone.

so she grinds down on him again, eager to feel all of him. he's hardening against her core and she whimpers into his mouth in need as his fingers slip under her top, rubbing circles on her bare skin and making her shiver. she's noticed to this gentleness; it was rare when she did get to enjoy the comfort of another body with her own, and when she did they were hardly half as loving or caring as him.

she's desperate now, she needs to feel him inside her after all these weeks of teasing and waiting, so her hand snakes down to palm him through his sweats. he lets out a small groan into her mouth, biting her lip as he pulls back slightly. their eyes meet and his are hooded with lust, lips parted as she pumps him slowly from outside his sweats. his hips buck up lightly into her palm and she smiles gently, kissing him slowly.

"let me make you feel good, y/n." he mutters, eyes pleading as he stares up at her. her stomach flutters with butterflies and she nods, shocked that he wants to pleasure her.

he gently pulls her off his lap until she's laying on his mattress and he stares down at her, biting his lip as he takes her in. he can't fucking believe she's really here. she slowly pulls off her top, leaving her in her bra and jeans as she stares up at him with a wry, seductive smile. then she unzips her jeans and slides them off, leaving her in his favorite set of hers - black, lacy, and revealing. she looks utterly stunning and he groans, his hands falling to run over the skin, tracing the lace on her breasts. her cheeks are red as she gazes up at him.

"touch me, richie." she orders and he almost groans as he drags his lips over the valley of her breasts, sucking on the soft flesh and admiring the splashes of budding purple and pink that he's created. her heartbeat is quick under his fingertips and he moves to unclip her bra, kissing her skin as the fabric falls away.

she's slightly cold in his room, and goosebumps appear over her flesh as richie leans to catch a nipple in her mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. she lets out a quiet whine that has richie rutting into the mattress next to her, his fingers trailing down to dance at the waistline of her underwear.

and then he's pulling aside her panties, his fingers running up and down her slick folds and making her jump in lust. he can't wait, just like her, and he's rubbing her clit teasingly as she pleads, "chee, please."  her eyes are eyes closed in bliss as his finger slips inside her, crooking slightly as he moves it. he presses his lips to the skin of her breast, pumping his finger and then soon adding another, crooking them both in a way that makes her let out guttural moans of pleasure. he marks her breasts with littered pink and red marks, smiling to himself at her figure.

she can't help but swoon as she watches him, his hair in his face slightly until she brushes it back, his fingers curling inside her and making her gasp, pleasure coursing through her body. his thumb softly comes up to rub her neglected clit and she grabs his shoulders to steady herself, the pleasure almost too much.

she's honestly slightly shocked - knowing richie as little as she really does outside of the literal booty calls at two in the morning and the accumulative forty five minutes they'd spent in person, she'd expected him to be... well, good. just good. because there's no way someone so funny, caring, and smart could also be that good in the sheets.

but right now, he's making her see goddamn stars.

"i've been wanting to touch you for so long, sugar." he mutters, eyes raking over her figure as her breath comes in stuttering gasps. she watches him with blown-wide eyes as his demeanor changes right before her, making her fall apart at his fingertips.

"that feel good, honey?" he asks, smirking as she whimpers, clenching around his fingers. "yes, god you feel so good." she utters, making him groan in approval from where he's sat back, watching her face contort in pleasure. she lets out another moan and richie stares at her body, watching his fingers as they fuck into her. he can't take it, then.

"will you sit on my face, doll?" he blurts, and she nearly yelps out as his fingers leave her. it's abrupt, but she's started to notice that this is how he operates - impulsivity is his second nature. and she loves it.

her face burns as she nods, the thought of richie under her making her whimper with anticipation. "yes, richie, please." she moans out again and he's grinning, laying back on the mattress with a wink. "c'mere, need to taste that pretty little pussy." he mutters and she feels herself clench around nothing, desperate for him as she swings a leg around to straddle his head.

immediately, his hands wrap around her thighs, thumbs smoothing over her stretch marks as he stares up at her, eyes glinting with desire. slowly, his finger pulls the seat of her lace panties to the side and his breath hits her bare, throbbing pussy, making her breath hitch. she cards her fingers through his hair and lowers herself slightly, gasping in shock as his tongue darts out to lick a bold stripe up from her entrance to her clit.

"chee," she moans out, tightening her grip in his hair and sending a groan through his body that reverberates and makes her shiver. his lips attach to her clit and fiery pleasure snakes through her body making her legs shake, a moan escaping her lips immediately. he sucks lightly before releasing to swirl his tongue, her moans making richie impossibly harder through his sweats.

"so good, rich." she mutters and he groans, tongue spreading her wet folds and slowly prodding at her entrance, dipping in slowly before pulling out, teasing her.

she can't help but grind down slightly, making richie grip her tightly, tongue sliding into her again and making her yelp. "you taste so good, baby." he mutters lowly before slowly reattaching himself to her heat, her eyes rolling slightly at the sensation as he fucks his tongue into her. one of his hands snakes up to her ass, gripping it tightly and then slapping it, the stinging pleasure making her buck her hips against him, emitting a hiss from her.

"rich, i-" she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, the pleasure from richie's mouth making it increasingly harder to speak. her toes curl and her head tilts back as his tongue flicks over her clit, teeth grazing it slightly and making her buck.

she's embarrassingly close already, and judging by the way richie's smirking under her, he can tell. "please, please." she mutters, hips rocking on him as his tongue swirls, nipping softly at her clit and making her cry out. "please, make me cum, 'chee." she mutters and his tongue moves quicker, hand slapping her ass again.

and then she's clenching her thighs on either side of him and grinding down as she hits her peak, moaning quietly as she shakes in pleasure on top of him. he rides through her high, lapping at her and pulling away with a grin as she moans his name dejectedly. she's worn out from the best orgasm she's ever had and he gently nudges her so he slides in between her thighs, her back now on the mattress. he kisses her cheek and she keens quietly.

"fuck me, richie." she mutters, eyes still closed. his eyes snap to hers, surprised at the dominance in her voice after how she was two seconds ago.

he moans quietly, kissing her deeply as he ruts against her and relishes in the feeling. he's pulling off his sweats and boxers in record time and then he's pumping himself as he grips her hips, turning her so she's on her stomach, ass propped up slightly. his hand runs over the smooth skin of her ass, snapping the elastic of her panties and making her moan quietly.

then he's lining up her hips with his, pulling aside the lacy seat of her underwear to press against her entrance. he waits a moment as he leans to press a soft kiss to her spine, slowly easing into her. she moans loudly as he eases in, her face pressing against the pillows. she smiles as she smells the scent she'd just recently come to know as his, his cock stretching her and filling her up fully as he buries himself to the hilt inside her.

"so tight, sugar." he mutters and she whimpers, getting antsy as she adjusts to his size. "richie, please, need it so bad." she mutters, bucking her hips back against him in need.

"say that again." he mutters, sounding strangled, and she grins into the sheets. "please fuck me, richie. need it so bad, need to feel you ruin me." she whimpers, chest fluttering in anticipation. his hands grip her hips as he pulls out of her slowly, almost as slowly as he entered, before stopping almost all the way out. she moans loudly in pleasure as he pushes back in, snapping his hips against hers and filling her completely.

she briefly thanks god that his roommate seemed to be out for the night as she moans his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

he sets a brutal pace, his cock thick as it fills her up and makes her toes curl. he pushes her hair away from her neck and presses kisses to it as he hits a spot inside her that makes her scream his name. his fingers move to pinch her nipples, rolling them as he fucks into her.

she's completely blissed out at the feeling of him inside her, so glad that he invited her over and that they finally get to touch each other. "rich, oh my god." she emits, eyes squinted shut in complete pleasure.

"fuck, toots, takin' me so well, aren't you?" he asks, hands kneading her ass before slapping her right ass cheek harshly, making her arch her back. at the new angle they both let out a groan and richie knows he'll fucking cum too soon if they stay like this, so without warning he pulls out completely.

y/n whines, breathing heavily as his hands come to flip her around. now on her back, they make eye contact and she bites her lip, pulling him in for a searing kiss that knocks the wind out of both of them. images of richie in his room alone, snaps and late-night face times play through her mind as he grips her and slides her hips down towards him on the mattress and lines himself to her again, pulling her legs up so they're against his chest before pushing in.

he gives no time to adjust to this angle and it makes her moan loudly as he hits a spot deep inside her that pulls her closer and closer to her second orgasm.

his name leaves her cherry lips like a mantra and he can't stop staring at her as he fucks her into the mattress - the way her tits bounce with his brutal pace, the way her face is twisted in pleasure, the way she clenches and spasms around his cock.

one hand grips her breast, rubbing her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as he kisses her again, addicted to her taste as he feels himself coming closer and closer to the edge.

"chee, fuck, right there." she moans out and he groans in pleasure, the feeling of her walls clenching around him making his hips stutter. he keeps his thrusts up, though, as her fingernails rake down his back leaving small trails of burning pleasure in their wake.

her skin is covered with a sheen line of sweat as she looks up at him, hair wild and lips kiss-bruised. "god, don't stop, 'm gonna cum." she mutters and he snaps his hips harder, eager to make her cum so hard all she can think of is his name.

he moves a hand down to rub at her clit and he moans into her neck as she clenches hard around him, her hips bucking spastically. he can tell she's about to cum, and after a hard thrust, she does for the second time, spasming around him and sending waves of pleasure up his body. she's moaning his name, pulling him closer in bliss as she becomes sensitive and god damn it, she's so fucking beautiful.

"please cum, richie." she whispers against his lips, "please."  and then at her will, he's spilling into her, hips stuttering as he pushes as deep into her as he can, loving how she clenches in sensitivity around him. he stays inside her for a moment as they breathe, coming down from their highs and eyes closed as they take in what just happened.

"holy shit." he says because yeah, that's like all he can say right now because he just got to fuck y/n and she's kissing his fucking collarbones right now and its making him blush and his heart flutter.

"that was...incredible." she whispers against his skin and he can feel her smile against his skin. it makes him feel all soft inside as he pulls out of her and flops next to her, kissing her forehead.

his fingers flutter over her sensitive core, smiling as he sees how wrecked she is, some cum dripping down her leg. he then soothes over the lace panties, patting her lightly and kissing her red cheek.

"rich?" she asks, making him look up at her. he hums in question, pushing some of her hair back. "can we still watch the movie?"

his heart swells and he grins, kissing her softly. "of course, doll. you're too cute." he says with a wink, making her roll her eyes. he hands her his shirt and then pulls sweats on himself, mumbling "stay here" and padding out to the kitchen to get her water and snacks,  then returning minutes later to see her holding his phone in her clutch with a smirk.

"what're you doing?" he asks with a smile, but she shakes her head, making grabby hands for him and the snacks. so he laughs, cuddling up with the girl of his dreams and watching a flick, falling sleep with tangled limbs and a lipstick-stained neck.

and after she leaves the next morning with a kiss and a wink, he checks his phone and smirks to himself as he notices the lock screen she'd apparently made last night while he was making snacks.

a photo of her in his bed, wearing his shirt, a soft smirk on her face, neck littered in budding hickeys and a hand between her thighs next to her black lace panties.

god, she's going to be the absolute death of him.

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[bbugyu]

:o i dont really know much about mbti types but u seem really knowlegable >.< what about dk's mbti??

oh my god the way i got a boner from being called knowledgeable OK LETS GO I LOVE SEOKMIN SO MUCH

seokmin is an infp, which is the mediator. i actually float between this personality type and infj (the advocate, which is also what wonwoo jihoon and minghao are), so seokmin and i are very similar in a lot of ways - our differences come from our zodiac signs i think ㅠㅠ; infps are actually really rare! yet seventeen has four KDJFSK they value harmony and authenticity and they always have the best intentions - which!!! IS SO SEOKMIN!!!! he will always see the best in people and always act with the best intentions! he is kind to a fault! what a sweet baby.

ok, here’s the breakdown. under the cut. tw seokmin best boy

seokmin is so shy. he doesn’t seem it, because when he’s with svt he goes BUCK FUCKING WILD but in reality he clams up around people he’s not super comfortable around. example: that one picture of him standing with yuju from gfriend where he looks like he’s gonna shit himself kJHFJS or when he was filming his solo parts for the mama performance and he kept saying how nervous he was without the members. he’s super reserved around people he hasn’t known for forever. he even tends to be quiet on variety shows, only really doing his fun comedy bits and talking when other members prompt him (which is almost always jeonghan or seungkwan don’t get me started). infjs (like isfjs) tend to keep a very small group of friends that they are very open and seemingly extroverted with, which is why we get to see seokmin’s genuine personality a lot. he is so fully himself when he is with seventeen and i think that is so beautiful. that being said, infps also are the most social introverts. he makes friends everywhere, and genuinely cares about all of them. his excallibur castmates have said that he was such a bright loving personality on stage and behind the scenes, and he would always visit and support them even after they stopped working together! he went to plays they starred in and posted pictures with them, telling carats to go support them too. you can tell they really appreciated this, because they would return the favor and go to seventeen concerts to cheer him on!

seokmin’s intuition is no joke. he seems a little naive at times, but he is also extremely good at looking at the big picture of a situation and deciding what needs to be done, ie. when they were leaving the venue during ttt he was seemingly the only one that remembered they left a giant mess in the kitchen. that being said, infps skip over details a lot. he also is SO FUNNY like he is genuinely the FUNNIEST MEMBER in my opinion because he just understands every situation so clearly. he’s able to take something a little mundane or whatever and comment on it or react in a way that’s REALLY FUNNY like when they were driving home from ttt and mingyu said he could buy the walnut sweets JFDSKJDSF mingyu wasn’t expecting him to say yes bc they’re such a common treat and seokmin laughed at first but hten immeidately was like “oh actually yes order them” and gyu was like ??? but seokmin kept just saying “stop talking to me order the walnut sweets pls” GODD THEY’RE SO FUNNY i literally cry laugh at shit seokmin does like i don’t know how he does it he’s the funniest motherfucker i’ve ever seen.

he seems like the most understanding member of svt to me. the others are too, ofc, but seokmin’s on another level. infps also feel very deeply and genuinely. as an intuitive personality type, he is immensely empathetic, but not in the same way that jeonghan is. seokmin feels other peoples’ emotions like they’re his own. he sympathizes fully and completely, and i think he tries really hard to internalize that as to not seem so emotional all the time, but as soon as the facade cracks he starts cRYINGGG like he’s a BABY he can’t help it he just FEELS SO MUCHhhh. idk if anyone else notices this but he always repeats what is being said? i find this to be related because he is actively listening, and his way of showing is affirming with short responses every few sentences. he seems like such a good person to go to when you’re struggling and want someone to comiserate with. seungkwan is someone you go to when you need advice, but seokmin is the one you go to when you want to vent, because he’ll immediately match how you’re feeling about the situation and empathize with you.

i think seokmin also tends to take things personally? i think he’s gotten better about this in recent years and instead uses it as a joke, but you can tell it still bothers him sometimes ㅠㅠ like, okay, so seokmin posted that picture for seungkwan’s birthday and said something along the lines of “do you remember when we went out to have fun and fought? sorry i couldn’t be better” etc so in boo’s birthday live he explained the situation because it was resolved nicely. he said that the two of them went kayaking with jeonghan (which, btw, booseokhan are literally married and i am the most spoiled carat ever) and got in a little disagreement about something menial, and seungkwan thought it was resolved quickly, but afterwards jeonghan was driving them and seokmin put on a song and boo was like “oh what kind of song is this?” as a joke, but seokmin took it personally and got sulky. but then him and jeonghan danced to anysong and honestly who can blame them. it seems like every time he gets in a fight with other members, he thinks about how he doesn’t want it to tear them apart, so no matter how mad he is, he tries to find a way to resolve it. like with the gray bag incident JDHFKJHF he said that he thought if he didn’t pick up the bag, mingyu might hit him. he was mad and thought he was in the right, but he didn’t want the argument to escalate, so he did something he didn’t want to end it where it was. also, when jeonghan went live during seokmin’s live, saying “those who want to watch dokyeom watch him, those who want to watch this watch this,” and seokmin got all sulky about carats saying they wanted to see what jeonghan was up to. he laughed and said he was kidding, but then he was like “i’m not fun anyways.” whiCH leads us to...

infps have chronic inferiority complexes, but they aren’t envious people, so it manifests in just being immensely self critical. seokmin genuinely believes he isn’t handsome. or a good singer. like. what the fuck is that all about. i get genuinely angry when i think about this. i could talk about how fucking WRONG he is but this is just supposed to be a personality analysis so i’ll just mention that i talked about why i think he’s the perfect man alive in another ask! check that out if you want JKFHKSDF he always has negative things to say about himself but only positives to say about others. which makes me wanna fight. he also is maybe too idealistic??? like i said before, he will always see the best in other people, and it leads the rest of the members to genuinely worry about him. they’re worried that if they’re not there to take care of him, he’ll end up getting taken advantage of by someone. they don’t want him to get scammed ㅠㅠ

some other aspects of infp personalities that i think suit seokmin well but i’m literally braindead and cannot write more of this: open minded, passionate, determined, and loyal.

i would marry seokmin in an instant.