#I'm so so sorry this took so long to answer!!

[roselockwood]

Teasing

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Wc: 2.6k

Warnings: pure smut, mommy kink, scissoring, let me know if i should add more

Summary: Agatha was teasing you relentlessly for weeks, what happens when it affects her too??

A/N: this was made a looong time ago when i was drunk so sorry for any mistakes, and its all because i couldnt stop thinking about Agatha after reading LCM @lunargrrrl 🙂‍↕️...

Anyways enjoy this and pls dont be mad i disappeared for god knows how long from tumblr

You thought Agatha was joking at first. That it's just some stupid words. But the stupid words turned into weeks of her teasing you, without her needy hands fucking you. Oh my sweet baby, you tested my limits today. Let's see if you will still act this way if i don't touch you at all. Her words bounced around your head, echoing endlessly.

At the time you've thought that it was just empty promises, nothing more than a simple tease. Oh you were so, so wrong. You haven't caught the serious tone, or the glint of her eyes when she uttered these words. Agatha was keen on making her words come true.

It's close to three weeks since she have fucked you. Maybe bratting out to her wasn't a good idea after all. You've spent three grueling weeks without her touch, without her mouth on your body and it started to bother you. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Agatha has been teasing you relentlessly everyday. The torturing varied depending on her mood. Sometimes it was her hand lingering for longer than it should when she moved past you in the kitchen, the other time it was her playfully slapping your ass when you were standing in the bathroom brushing your teeth. Either way it is too much for you to handle, your skin burning with her every touch.

But it started to affect her too. She was getting more handsy with each passing day. You could see it was breaking her as much as it did you. During the three weeks you had to endure, you could sometimes hear her ragged breath as she was muttering your name, touching herself to the thought of you. It was pure torture, listening to her, yet you knew that touching her was off limits as Agatha was set on making you as miserable as possible.

The witch was doing alright until one day, Agatha just snapped. She found you in your shared living room, playing games and talking with friends. She tugged your headset off and looked at you with a dangerous sparkle in your eyes.

“Hi sweetheart, are you busy?”

“Yes Aggie, sorry I'm playing with my friends.”

This should've been enough to keep her away, right? Turns out it was not nearly enough. She slowly came around the couch that you were sitting on. Her smirk widening as she sank to her knees before you.

“I think you should be busy with something else baby.”

If you weren't paying much attention to Agatha, then now you were. Her nimble fingers were undoing your jeans and her eyes were fixated on your centre. Agatha's every move was calculated, almost as if she was planning this all along.

“You think you can focus on your game while i fuck you sweetheart?”

You held your breath when you heard the words that left her mouth. She was eyeing you up and down, her gaze wandering all over your body and concentrating on what she wanted the most.

While you were busy cursing at the game, Agatha took off your pants gently, kissing on the now uncovered expanse of your thighs. You muted yourself to talk to the witch.

“Agatha, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I've decided that it's enough. I wanna fuck you. Hard.”

“No Agatha. I'm busy.”

The witch raised her brows in surprise. You were denying her?

“I know my love, but don't you want this too?”

The question hung in the air for a while, until you were ready to respond to her. She was eagerly waiting for your answer. Expecting a simple yes or a nod. But you haven't done any of that. Instead you focused on your game, craving for the victory royale you were so close to.

As her question lingered, it remained unanswered. Agatha started to nudge your bare thighs, kissing every now and then to grab your attention. But it didn't work on you. Your eyes were completely fixated on the screen of your shared TV not daring to look away for even a second.

“Baby, please… I want you so bad right now. Won't you do mommy a favour?”

Your cheeks flushed pink at the honorific that came out of Agatha's mouth, but you were still unwilling to succumb to her. She tried everything she could think of, kissing your thighs, playing with your biceps and yet it failed.

Annoyed you looked at witch's desperate state

“You went without touching me for almost three weeks. I’m sure you can go a few hours longer.”

If looks could kill, then you would be a dead man. Agatha stared daggers at you, but you didn't spare her even a glance. Annoyed at your antics she decided to take matters into her own hands. With your pants already off, Agatha took pleasure in touching you through your, now soaked, underwear.

“C'mon baby I know you want it as much as I do, hmm?”

Just as she thought that her pleas went unheard, you put your headset aside and leaned down to whisper.

“You've been teasing me for too long, you gotta beg for it now sugar”

Agatha's smirk was immediately wiped off of her face. Her eyes now full of yearning.

Witch’s hands trembled beside your body. Her mind was fighting the urge to beg you to give into her needs. It was a long battle that she lost. Her voice slightly trembled when she asked you.

“Please baby, I just wanna taste you. Wanna taste your pretty cunt.”

“Agatha I'm still playing-”

She cuts you off with a kiss, not letting you finish your sentence, kissing your lips with a newfound fire. You furiously drop your headset on the table in front of you. Agatha's hands are now wandering all over your body, as if she has never touched you before. You push her away quickly, shutting your console off, your gaze now solely focused on the mess of a girlfriend you had on your knees in front of you. Feeling annoyed at her actions, you grab her chin and force her to look at you.

“I thought all of the agonising teasing was just to break me… did you snap too Agatha?”

Agatha's voice faltered, unable to produce any coherent sound. Her mind was wilding with all the possibilities this interaction unlocked. You were never dominant in bed with her. Maybe, once in a blue moon, you made some demands. But you were never acting like that. It awoke something in the witch's mind. And she needed to get more of that.

“Oh my, did the all mighty Agatha Harkness go all submissive on me? Tell me baby, does this turn you on?”

Agatha was dumbfounded, reeling in the feeling of you being so dominant with her. Every fiber of her being radiated with a sudden urge to submit to you. To beg for your touch. Yet she didn't say anything.

You let go of her face and started to slowly undress yourself. As your pants were long gone, you started to unbutton your shirt slowly. The witch was having none of it, your buttons went flying as the older woman practically tore your shirt off.

“You're so eager, Aggie. Beg for it baby, beg for what you want so bad.”

Agatha's eyes sparkled wildly as she raked her brain for any sensible response. She tried hard, yet her only response was a low whine with a few words.

“Please baby, I fucking need you.”

“You have to do better than that to make me forgive you for all the teasing.”

Her mind blanked and suddenly all she could say was please, please, please.

“Fuck baby I need you, please-”

Agatha moved closer to you, her cunt covered by her attire started to grind on your boot. She was now mindlessly searching for pleasure, yet you moved yourself away from her.

“You beg so pretty for me, I think you deserve a treat, don't you think?”

“Yes- yes baby, yes I do.”

With that you pulled her in closer, her cunt already against your foot, rutting feverishly, chasing her high. You let her enjoy the moment but then you pulled her up, sitting her on your lap.

“Will you be a good girl for your baby and do what I say?”

The witch was so lost in it that she could only nod. After getting that response from her you started to undress her. Clothes went flying all across the living room. Poor woman's panties landed on the coffee table while the rest was discarded on the floor.

“You got so worked up from teasing me that you couldn't wait. You even let me take control, that's so brave of you honey”

You helped move on your lap, grinding her hard just how she likes it. The whimpers that came out of her mouth were like honey to your ears.

“Stop fucking playing with me and fuck me already…”

Agatha was impatient now. Her clit against your thigh was nothing compared to what your fingers could do. She imagined herself bent over the couch with you slamming your digits inside her, without giving her a single break.

“I'm done playing- a-ah- the submissive o-one. Fuck mommy properly. Put your fingers i-in me-”

And who were you to deny her? You enjoyed the switch of the dynamic. Usually you were the one begging, but now, seeing Agatha on your lap, grinding sloppily, fueled something inside you. Now you were as desperate as the woman in front of you. Flipping your position, you put her underneath you, her face pressed into the beige pillows that adorned your couch.

Your hands traveled on the expanse of her bare back, making Agatha shiver against your touch. She was unusually quiet, but that was until your fingers grazed the entrance of her needy hole that was now dripping with need.

“Fuck- Put it in me- now”

You tease her cunt for a little bit, gathering her wetness, when you entered her without warning. The moan that got stuck in her throat made you painfully aware of the wetness that was slowly seeping through your underwear. Instead of putting your other hand on your girlfriend's body you slipped it inside your purple underwear.

“A-ah- sweetheart- more. I need more-”

Attacking her neck you entered another finger into her, stretching Agatha out. She was now bouncing on your hand. You left purple bruises along her neck and her back. The witch was now moaning under you, getting what she wanted. The fingers were not feeling good enough on your cunt, so you urged your girlfriend off of the couch.

“Get off right now- I need you to eat me out.”

“And I thought I was the needy one”

Quickly you shut her up with a kiss. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, swallowing eachothers moans. You broke it off and pushed Agatha down to her knees. She obeyed without protest and with a swipe of your panties to the side, she started to eat you out.

Her tongue felt hot on your cunt. Licking and reaching all the good spots. After the weeks of teasing and celibate, you already felt like cumming.

“Mommy- fuck- your mouth feels so good on me-”

“You taste so good sweetheart, I could stay between your thighs forever.”

You only nodded, pulling Agatha closer, practically suffocating her. But she didn't mind. For all she cared she could pass out and still be happy that she made you feel good.

Agatha's orgasm was long forgotten as she focused solely on you. She frantically grabbed your thighs, desperate to make you come undone on her face. The slight tremble in your legs gave away what's about to happen. You were close. Painfully so.

“Agatha please- I'm close-”

“Come on baby give it to me… Soak my face.”

And that's what you did. Your orgasm ripped through you, making you shake uncontrollably. Agatha's smirk widened between your thighs. Her hands left your body to wipe the remnants of her juices from her face.

“Fuck- Agatha..”

You throw your head back, closing your eyes for a second.

“It was supposed to be the other way around. Come here it's your turn now”

“You don't have t-”

“Oh but I do, you were so close, weren't you Aggie?”

You mumbled the words near her ear as you put her back on the couch. The older woman wanted to protest, putting her hand on your shoulders in a last attempt to change your mind. It didn't work. You swiftly put the witch's hands above her head and got to work your way down her body.

“Sorry for being so selfish earlier-”

You said between kisses that you were now leaving on her neck

“-but it was not my fault that I was so worked up.”

Agatha's arousal was ever apparent, her juices leaking onto the couch. She was squirming, itching for more. So you delivered. You moved your feverish kisses down to her breasts, paying your utmost attention to her pebbled nipples.

“A-ah- baby they are sensitive-”

Agatha whined and it only earned a feral smirk from you. Every sound she made under your ministrations spurred you on further. She looked so ethereal underneath you. Wild hair splayed on the cushions, pale skin glowing with sweat and remnants of your own orgasm. It's truly a sight to see.

You got stuck in your own head, never stopping the sucking and biting on Agatha's boobs. You snapped out of it after one particularly hard suck made your girlfriend moan loudly.

“Fucking touch me properly or I'm going to explode-”

Agatha was getting impatient. Her hips rutted upwards looking for any type of friction to get herself off, with no effect.

You didn't say anything, instead you pressed your pussy against hers. The older woman's eyes rolled back into her skull, the pleasure taking over her senses.

“Is this enough for you mommy? Or do I need to continue playing with your tits too?”

Agatha was at loss for words. Every coherent thought left her body a long time ago. Now the only thing she could focus on is how good you felt on top of her. She was never one to come quickly, but with your pussy on hers and your mouth working miracles on her chest, she was sure she wouldn't last long.

You on the other hand weren't that far from another orgasm. Even if you just came down from one, the overwhelming feeling of Agatha's body made the coil in your abdomen tighten again, threatening to snap.

“You feel so good Aggie… wanna come with you.”

“Yes- fuck yes- I wanna come with you too-”

With that you rutted your hips into her with newfound power. Your juices mixing together, the movements making squelching sounds that echoed through the room making you hungry for her release.

Agatha's thighs started to twitch, she was getting so close. And so were you, your hips stuttering, losing their rhythm as both of your orgasms approached quickly.

“Fuck- Aggie- come with me, please-”

Your girlfriend didn't respond, instead she let out a near pornographic moan as she came, pushing you over the edge. You collapsed on top of her, snuggling into her and leaving small kisses on her neck.

“Honey- Shit- that was so good. I don't think I've ever came this hard”

Agatha says, chuckling a little bit.

“If I knew that teasing you would bring results like that I would've started earlier.”

You playfully hit her on her shoulder as Agatha is laughing, her voice full of amusement. Nuzzling even closer to her, you muttered near her ear.

“Don't you EVER tease me like that ever again or I'll fuck the shit out of you befor that even happens.”

“Oh don't threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Defeated, you don't say anything else to your girlfriend. Closing your eyes, you dozed off, while Agatha mindlessly drew patterns in your lower back.

[nineteenninety-six]

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Midnight Coffee

Pairing: John Shen x wife!doctor!Reader

AN: This is for all my Dr Shen truthers out there! Reader works in the morgue and is a doctor but I'm totally clueless about the nitty-gritty details so I left it vague. I did want to expand and write more but I was desperate to post this.

WC: 839

Warnings: Hospital inaccuracies, mentions on dead bodies and the results of Pittfest.

Synopsis: You take a much needed breather with your husband.

You were used to death. It was your job. Day in day out you saw and worked with death but today took a lot from you. The sheer amount of people who died brutally and scared for no other reason other than the selfish actions of a man.

You were drowning in the morgue, it was non stop for hours for you and your colleague, David, your turn that night after the ED and surgery had their chaos earlier that evening. There was a lull, a brief respite where you should relax back into a chair, close your eyes to relieve them from the strain and flex and rest your aching hands.

David watches you from their position across the table, they had arrived much later than you did and so you did a lot of work alone, which was something you did often enough but today was not an ordinary day.

"Take a breather" David tells you, "Fifteen-twenty minutes. Get a coffee and some fresh air."

You considered saying no but you honestly knew that you needed a break and so you nod, murmuring a 'thank you' as you push yourself up with a soft groan.

You grab yourself some shitty staffroom coffee before you walk to the ambulance bay and lift yourself up on the brick wall, letting your feet dangle freely. You smile as the cool breeze washes over you, it was stuffy in the morgue so this was a blessing.

Your smile quickly drops once you sip your shitty coffee.

"Hey"

You look over your shoulder and smile at the sight of your husband approaching you with an iced coffee and his hoodie.

"You're a sight for sore eyes" The sweet smile on your face is the one that is reserved only for your husband.

"Yeah?" John hands you the dunkin' iced coffee as he stands between your spread legs. "I hope you're always happy to see me."

"I am." You hum around your straw before the warmth of his hoodie envelopes you making you shiver in pleasure,"But with today... I really am glad to see your face."

John places his hands on your thighs, giving them a squeeze as he hums in agreement, "How long do you have?"

"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes" You check your watch, "You?"

"Ellis will come running if I'm needed"

"Not very attending like behaviour Dr Shen" You tease, "I'm telling Gloria first thing."

"Maybe she'll fire me and I can finally become a house husband."

"Not with that attending money you're making you're not" You scoff.

"So you're telling me you only married me for my money" John jokes.

"Yeah" You laugh, "Let's just forget the last ten years we've spent together and the fact you only became an attending three months ago."

"Can't believe we've been together for ten years" John pressed closer to you," How many more will you put up with me for?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, "At least for another five years but honestly... forever. I want to be by your side forever."

John pulls you into a soft but passionate kiss, pulling you deeper in love with him.

"And what about becoming Dr Shen?" John asks .

"I'm already married to you, you don't have to beg me anymore."

John laughs "First of all, I did not beg you. If I remember correctly, you enthusiastically said yes. Screamed it even. Besides, you know what I'm talking about."

"Sorry babe" You pull back slightly so you can look him in the eye. "I like my last name plenty enough and there's only enough space for one Dr Shen in this hospital."

"Is that a compliment?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

John rolls his eyes at your non-answer but this was a common light hearted back and forth between you, it was just a form of teasing and flirting for you two.

Your watch buzzes signalling the end of your break and you sign disappointedly. You took a couple more desperate mouthfuls of the iced coffee before returning it to John, not being allowed to bring a drink down to the morgue, along with his jumper before jumping off of the brick ledge you perched yourself on.

"Alright, I've got to go but I'll see you at the end of the shift."

"You think you'll be done by then?" John asks as he walks you to the elevator.

You shrugged, "No clue but Gloria has already given so much overtime tonight, I hardly doubt she will allow or approve anymore lest we lose ten nurses in return."

As the elevator reached their floor, you pulled John in a grounding comforting hug that will help you power through the rest of your day.

"I love you," You murmured into his chest, "So much."

"I love you too" John presses a soft kiss to your lips, "More than you can imagine."

You step away and into the elevator, pressing your floor and you wave at John until the doors close in front of you.

[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (1)

summary: the beginning of your story with bigbang as a producer for the MADE documentary. but timing is everything in life. and it can split a person in two.

a/n: this will be a jiyong x reader x daesung series <3

The room was stifling.

You sat rigid, fingers clenched around your pen, silently willing yourself not to meet the eyes that had been burning into you for the last hour.

Unrelenting.

Dark.

Distrustful.

He hated you.

And he barely even knew your name.

Yang Hyunsuk continued talking, your boss nodding along beside you as you took notes diligently, pretending not to notice the weight of that gaze.

GDragon - Kwon Jiyong - made sharp, pointed comments between long stretches of silence. Each one caused your grip on the pen to falter.

“This is bullshit.”

“I refuse to cooperate.”

“I’d sooner jump off stage than film this documentary.”

This meeting was supposed to be exciting.

Your first real assignment beyond editing drafts or scrolling through fashion blogs - a role as a producer for Big Bang’s MADE tour documentary. But the band’s reactions were… mixed.

Understandable, of course.

They were intensely private.

And you?

You were the outsider, the threat. The girl with the pen and the camera and too many questions.

Especially to him.

Jiyong.

He didn’t trust you.

“I can assure you all that y/n is very good at her job,” your boss said, attempting to smooth things over. “She’ll ask questions only if you feel comfortable answering.”

“I won’t be answering anything,” Jiyong said flatly.

Hyunsuk sighed, clearly tired of this.

But then Daesung leaned forward, folding his hands on the glass table. “I think… this could be exciting.”

You met his kind eyes and gave a small, grateful smile. “A lot of artists look back on their tour footage fondly. We’re simply capturing the memories while they’re happening.”

“And sharing them with the world,” Jiyong muttered, not even looking at you.

You quickly looked down again.

“I’m in,” Youngbae offered with a shrug, glancing around. “I mean, how much harm could it do?”

“A lot,” Seunghyun muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But… art is art. This is just another expression of it.”

Eventually, one by one, the others began to agree - mostly reluctantly, but the decision was made. The documentary was happening.

And you could finally breathe again.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You slipped out of the boardroom the moment the papers were signed and made a direct path to the water dispenser. Your hands trembled slightly as you filled the paper cup.

You’re okay. It’s fine. You’ve got this.

"I'm looking forward to it."

You jumped at the voice, nearly spilling your drink. Turning around, you found Daesung standing behind you, hands tucked in his pockets, smiling gently.

“Oh - sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

He tilted his head. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say… I think this’ll be a good thing.”

You smiled, nerves easing. “Thank you. I’ve always wanted to travel, so it’s already a dream job.”

He grinned. “Ah, well… tour life isn't always that dreamy. We live off instant noodles, energy drinks and alcohol. Mostly Seunghyun and Jiyong’s fault, honestly.”

You laughed, surprising yourself. “Good to know. I enjoy a glass of wine myself."

“So you'll fit right in.” He chuckled, then hesitated. “You’ll be okay, y/n.”

You met his gaze. “I hope so.”

And just like that, the sharp edges of your day began to soften.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It didn’t take long to learn that while the boys were a tight-knit group, each of them were wildly different in energy and temperament. Youngbae was warm and helpful. Seunghyun was mischievous but kind in his own way. Daesung was steady - your soft landing.

And Jiyong?

Jiyong was still a wall you couldn't climb.

He hadn’t said a word to you since that meeting. Hadn’t acknowledged your presence, even when the camera passed over him in rehearsals or during casual crew meals.

But he watched.

You felt it.

And it was only a matter of time before that fire did something more than just burn.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Touring with Big Bang was like being stuck inside a fever dream.

The days blurred into long stretches of rehearsal, cramped travel, last-minute tech issues, and night after night of performances that left you breathless - even from behind the camera.

And through all of it, you were alone.

Floating on the edges of the crew, invisible in the shadows, with your headphones on and your clipboard clutched like armour.

You were good at your job. Everyone said so.

But being surrounded by a group as close as BigBang- brothers in every sense of the word - made your isolation feel ten times heavier.

The hardest part?

Jiyong still hadn’t said a word to you.

He’d laugh with Youngbae, joke with Seunghyun, hang off Daesung’s shoulder like the most charming man on earth - but with you, it was silence.

Except his eyes.

He looked at you.

Always.

Sharp glances across the dressing room. Lingering stares during soundcheck. You’d turn a corner and find him already watching.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or ask him why.

But then, during a show in Osaka, something cracked.

You were standing in the wings, eyes following Jiyong as he strutted off-stage after Zutter - sweat-soaked and breathless, his mic swinging from his hand.

He was dazzling.

Magnetic.

You didn’t expect him to look your way.

And you definitely didn’t expect him to collapse.

It was like a string had been cut - his body dropping suddenly, gracelessly, onto the floor.

The crew screamed.

Chaos erupted.

You didn’t think.

You just ran.

Dropping your gear, you were the first at his side, kneeling beside him as he fought to stay conscious.

His skin was blazing hot, clothes soaked through.

Heatstroke.

You’d seen it before.

And you knew it could be life-threatening.

You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the nearest outstretched hand, pressing it to his neck, fanning his face with your hand.

Other frantic hands joined yours, but they focused on tugging at his clothes, unzipping the jacket only to force a new one in its place.

"What are you doing?" you snapped at them but they didn't listen to you, only focused on dressing him for his next song.

The idol gasped for breath, squeezing his eyes shut as his vision blurred.

“Jiyong - hey, just breathe,” you urged, voice soft but firm. “You’re okay. You’re going to be okay.”

He blinked, dazed, unfocused. You could see the fear behind his eyes. The confusion.

“We need a medic - ” His manager was yelling behind you, but Jiyong’s fingers clutched yours suddenly.

Desperate.

Shaky.

Scared.

You didn’t pull away. You squeezed back.

It was the first time he’d touched you.

Minutes passed.

"I need to go back on," he murmured, trying to lift his head from the floor. "I need - " his head hit the ground again, unable to hold himself up.

He was still due to go back on stage for Bae Bae, the opening chords awakening him from his daze.

"You need to rest," you denied but a flurry of hands soon swept him up and somehow, he remained standing. Stumbling under the lights, finishing the song with sheer willpower and muscle memory.

But the moment he was offstage again, he collapsed straight into your arms.

You caught him.

Knees hitting the ground as he sagged against you. You carefully guided him to the ground, your hand became trapped beneath his head but you let it stay there, offering him what comfort you could.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”

He didn’t speak. Didn’t open his eyes. Just gripped your hand like a lifeline.

And for that moment… there was no tense silence between you.

Just two people in the quiet chaos of something real.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You hadn't seen him since that night.

A week passed by and the band were finally ready to perform again. And they did. It had been nerve-wracking, watching from the sidelines, your eyes pinned to Jiyong the whole time - wondering if he was ok.

But he had put on a show stopping performance and you breathed out in relief when it was over.

“Hey,” Daesung appeared beside you just as you were packing up camera batteries in the empty dressing room. “Would you maybe, um... did you want to grab some drinks later?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Me?”

"Daesung!" Seunghyun called from across the room, half-way out of the door. "Are you inviting her out tonight?"

"Yeah but - "

"Perfect. Meet us at the club! We've booked a booth." He was gone again and you turned your eyes back to Daesung whose shoulders slumped forward with a sigh.

"So it's a group outing?"

“Yeah.” He murmured. “I guess it is."

You hesitated, then nodded. “Okay... I'll see you there then."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The club was already dark and hazy by the time you arrived.

You found the others crammed into a private lounge area in the back, sharing drinks and laughing together.

You weren’t exactly dressed to impress - light jacket, hair pinned back, your usual practical self - but Daesung smiled when he saw you.

He sat beside you for a while, keeping you company as Seunghyun and Youngbae got into a heated debate over setlists, but the music was so loud that it made casual conversation nearly impossible.

Eventually, Daesung leaned in.

“This isn't really my kind of scene,” he said, with a frown. “I think I’m gonna head back.”

“Oh… okay.” You tried not to sound disappointed.

“Did you - well, are you staying here?"

You blinked, then looked down at the drink in your hand. Was that an invitation to leave with him or was the alcohol making you read into things that weren't there?

“I guess?" You looked back at him, hopeful, waiting for his response.

He cleared his throat and nodded. "Ok. Stay safe, y/n. Don't do anything I wouldn't."

He gave your shoulder a warm squeeze and slipped out, leaving you sandwiched between a couple of backup dancers and your untouched drink.

A wave of disappointment and rejection rolled over you.

You needed air.

You saw the sign for the outdoor smoking area and hurried towards it. But the moment the door shut behind you, the music muffled, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

Jiyong was already out there. Alone.

Leaning against the far railing, cigarette between his fingers, drink in the other. The city lights scattered behind him like a crown, and even from this distance, you felt him watching you.

You froze.

He didn’t move. Just tilted his head slightly, lifting his glass in greeting.

You gave him a quick nod and crossed to the far end of the terrace, dragging in a breath as you leaned against the cool rail. You weren’t trying to bother him.

But then… you weren’t trying to avoid him either.

Minutes passed. You could hear the flick of his lighter, the exhale of smoke. Feel the weight of his gaze.

Then - footsteps.

Slow. Measured.

He stopped beside you, far too close for comfort, and yet you didn’t shift away.

“You don’t smoke,” he murmured, glancing down at your hands.

“Just needed air.”

He hummed low in his throat. “Me too," And then he took a long, pointed drag of his cigarette, looking down at you with an amused smirk.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Very refreshing."

Jiyong nodded, raising a brow. "Ah, you see it's not just about the air out here. The view helps. I'm a very visual person."

His gaze travelled from the city lights back to you.

You didn’t answer.

His cologne was heady, his voice low and lazy with drink, and the heat of his body at your side was… distracting.

"I'm sorry I've been giving you such a hard time," he added after a beat. "I've been under a lot of pressure. And I don't always deal with my feelings very well. Especially if I'm nervous... You make me nervous - if that wasn't clear."

"Oh." You tightened your grip on the rail. "Is that... because of the documentary? Because of the questions?"

"What questions?" he teased. "You haven't asked me any yet."

You gave him a sidewards glance. "Is that such a surprise?"

He shook his head, casting his smile back to the city lights. "Ask me one now. I promise I'll answer."

"Ok..." You tilted your head in thought, wracking your brain for the right thing to say. All of the questions on your list back at the hotel seemed to slip your mind. "Are you having fun tonight?"

Jiyong hadn't been expecting that and laughed loudly, prompting you to smile. His radiance was infectious.

"No," he shook his head still smiling. "I wasn't, but now I think that's changing."

"Oh, it must be the fresh air," you inclined your head towards his burning cigarette with a playful smirk.

"Something like that," he murmured, taking a drag as he held your gaze. “Can I ask you a question now?”

“I'd prefer to remain a mystery,” you said smoothly.

“Shame.”

You met his intense gaze suddenly.

His lips were curved - not into a smile, not quite - and his eyes were hooded, flicking briefly to your mouth before meeting your stare again.

He set his glass down and dropped his cigarette into the remains of gold liquid.

Your breath caught.

Your heart was a drum in your chest, pounding louder than the bass of the club. His watchful gaze held you still - not demanding, but full of that unmistakable pull, the kind that made it hard to think.

You felt his hand skim the edge of your hip, then flatten against your lower back. The contact sent a shock straight through you.

“This is a bad idea,” you breathed.

“Definitely,” he said, before closing the distance.

His mouth caught yours in a kiss that was all fire and frustration, months of tension crashing together in one dizzying, hungry second.

He tasted like rum and smoke and trouble.

One hand tangled into your hair, the other still firm against your back as he drew you in.

You melted into his heated touch before you could stop yourself.

The kiss wasn’t slow or sweet - it was sharp-edged, breathless, the kind that left no room for questions.

Your back hit the railing and he pressed in closer, deepening it, tongue brushing yours as your hands gripped his jacket.

He pulled back just barely, lips grazing yours, breathing heavy. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you kissed him again - harder this time - fingers slipping into his hair, tugging, losing yourself in the heat of it all. The city lights behind your closed eyes blurred into nothing, the bass inside became background noise, and all you could feel was him.

When he finally pulled back for air, you were flushed, dazed, and trembling slightly.

His thumb dragged lightly over your bottom lip, and his eyes locked on yours with something unreadable.

“Come with me,” he said. It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be.

You let him take your hand.

The walk back to the hotel was a blur - the quiet hush of empty hallways, the weight of silence thick with anticipation.

His hotel door clicked shut behind you.

And the rest - the way he touched you like he’d been waiting all tour to have you, the soft gasp of your name in the dark, your hands fisted in his dark hair - it all unfolded like a secret you weren’t supposed to discover.

But you did.

You remembered it. Every second.

And so did he.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It hadn't stopped there.

You had thought it would be over when you slipped out of Jiyong’s hotel room the morning after.

One night.

A simple mistake.

A mix of exhaustion, too much alcohol, and loneliness wrapped in heat and urgency. That’s all it was.

But then it happened again.

And you stopped counting eventually. Somewhere along the line, it stopped feeling like a mistake.

It wasn't just the sex - though God, that was something.

It was the way he looked at you in the dark, after everything.

Quiet.

Raw.

Human.

Not G-Dragon. Not the legend or the headline.

Just Jiyong.

Maybe it started as a way to blow off steam.

You were constantly chasing light, capturing emotion, stitching together a documentary that didn’t step too far into their privacy but still said something.

Meanwhile, he was burning at both ends - switching between stages and press rooms, trying to keep his head on straight when the weight of his persona grew too heavy.

And yet… when it was just the two of you - hidden behind locked doors and drawn curtains - it was like exhaling after holding your breath for days.

You saw him soften.

You saw him shed.

He became talkative during interviews, more present, more grounded. And you started smiling more too, laughing off the stress, knowing you'd have somewhere - someone - to fall into at the end of the night.

It wasn’t love.

But it was something.

And neither of you wanted to name it just yet.

So it stayed hidden.

Although you soon learned that privacy was rare in the life of an idol.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

It was meant to be a prank.

They’d done it to Jiyong before: wait till he was mid-shower, break into his hotel room with the spare key, film him briefly, and vanish before he could snatch the phone.

Classic chaos. Group tradition.

So that night, while Jiyong was in his suite - supposedly alone - the others crept in, snickering like children, phones already rolling to film his inevitable scream when he saw them.

But when they burst into the bathroom, throwing open the door with a loud “YAH, GDRAGON, NICE ASS - ”

They froze.

So did you.

You and Jiyong were both behind the steamy glass of the shower, pressed up against each other, your hands caught somewhere they shouldn’t be.

For a second, no one moved.

Then you shrieked.

Loudly.

Jiyong’s arm shot out to pull you behind him. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Youngbae gasped and dropped his phone, covering his eyes. “Oh my god - ”

“Well that explains everything!” Seunghyun barked, already cackling as Daesung quickly backed out of the room. “I knew you were smiling more lately.”

“Hyung - shut the damn door!” Jiyong shouted.

Youngbae scrambled, eyes covered as he bashed into the door with a thud before blindly feeling for the handle and yanking it closed.

You leaned your forehead against Jiyong’s chest, mortified. “Oh my god.”

He sighed dramatically, rubbing your back. “Well, that’s one way to make it official.”

You smacked his shoulder. “This is so bad - ”

He grinned, brushing wet hair from your face. “Or maybe it's getting good.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

am i starting another series? yes. don't yell at me.

but don't worry, i've already got the next three chapters mostly finished...

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[thekoalapastriesbakery]

IM JUST NOW GETTING TO IT BC SCHOOL WORK TOOK FIVE YEARS AND THEN I FELL ASLEEP

but if possible maybe logan x male!painter!reader who is friends with alexandra and meets logan at like the miami race and they instantly hit it off?

IT TOOK ME FIVE YEARS TO ANSWER THIS I'M SORRY

logan does a literal double take when he sees you in the paddock

he sees you walking in with alexandra and he just

blinks

keeps walking

stops

blinks

steps back

jaw drops

oscar and charles start teasing him immediately and he's so flustered

charles ends up with a terrible plan to set the two of you up

alex tells logan to just ask you out

(she's been subjected to plenty of your rants about how pretty logan is)

charles ignores that advice

he locks the two of you in logan's drivers room after the race and tells you you can't come out until you get together

both of you just sigh because. well. charles

you've had plenty of experience with him, being alex's friend

logan's had plenty of experience because of being friends with arthur

still, it doesn't take long before the two of you are laughing and joking together

and you impulsively kiss logan

the two of you end up making out on his couch

charles gets concerned when he hears the noise stop so he opened the door

only to be greeted by the sight of logan straddling your lap and your hands under his shirt

charles very quickly shuts the door and feebly tells alex that his plan worked

when you and logan come back out, you both just smirk at charles before logan drags you back to his hotel room

[amberlynnmurdock]

The First Time

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Genre: FLUFF, angst, SMUTTTT 18+!!!!

Summary: Dex and his neighbor become good friends, so much so she only trusts him to take her virginity.

Based off this anon message

Note: I'M SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE IT

She’s the purest thing he’s ever known, and she lives right down the hall from him. Dex liked to keep his space neat and tidy; it was never dirty or out of order. He never allowed anyone into his space. Dex valued his privacy and, even more so, his alone time, despite feeling the lows of such often. Everything was a routine he had to strictly follow: wake up, shower, get ready for work, work, come home, be alone.

She ended up fitting into his routine, somehow. Only someone as pure and kind as she could find her way into Dex’s space--and so easily, too. She had recently graduated from New York University with a degree in forensic science and was living alone for the first time. 

He’ll never forget when she started talking to him in the elevator, one rainy evening.  

“What floor?” He asked her.

“6,” she replied. It was the same as his. Dex clicked the elevator button. 

“You work for the FBI?” She couldn’t help but notice the large letters on the sleeve of his navy blue jacket. Dex typically took it off before going out in public, but that day’s mission had exhausted him so much, he forgot to. 

“Yes,” Dex answered and shifted uncomfortably. He wasn’t used to friendly conversation with strangers. It was natural for him to have his guard up. 

“That’s cool,” she sighed. “I just graduated from NYU last year. I got a job at the 15th Precinct in their forensics department, but working for the FBI is a dream of mine. Do you like it?”

“It’s tough,” Dex said. “It pays the bills.”

The elevator dinged. If he weren’t on the same floor as her, he’d be happy. He let her exit the elevator first and trailed slowly behind her. She waited for him so they could walk in tandem. He sighed, realizing he had no escape. 

“Do you mind if I come by sometime and ask you questions about your job? I’m new to the area—new to living here, and I’d like to know that I have a personal FBI agent to call a neighbor and—friend,” she smiled at him. Dex squinted his eyes slightly, amused by her outgoing personality and interest in his job. He wasn’t particularly a fan of being put on the spot like this, but seeing the way she looked so hopeful at him—who was he to say no? 

“Sure.”

And that’s how she ended up sitting across from him at his kitchen table, notebook on her right side, a cup of decaf coffee on her left. It had been like this for a year now—like clockwork, she was at his door at 11 PM, sometimes even later (depending on when he came home from work) to talk about his day and ask questions about anything related to his job. Dex grew to look forward to these late-night conversations with her—it was oddly reminiscent of his meetings with Dr. Mercer. 

Now, he knew these weren’t therapy sessions, and if anything, he was the one giving her advice and information, but it was comforting to talk to her about his day. He found comfort in explaining his job duties and answering any curiosities she had. She was kind, probably the kindest thing in his life right now, and he needed that. He found it harder to sleep if she didn’t come by and spend an hour with him talking about his job.

“Wow,” she breathed. “So when you guys detain whoever you need to, how soon does forensics show up to the scene?”

“They’re already on their way before we even lock the handcuffs,” Dex said. He watched as she scribbled something in her notebook. He only recently noticed how attracted he was to her—he only ever saw her at night, and she was always, more often than not, in her pajamas. He started to take notice of her rotation. Last week, she had light pink polka dot ones on. Tonight, she’s in a plain light blue set. Next was probably her black silk ones. It was always in her natural state that he saw her. No makeup, disheveled hair. Friendly smile. Curious and his favorite part, attentive, eyes. 

He rarely ever saw her during the day. He was up at the crack of dawn going to the headquarters, and she was always in three hours later. She always came home before him, and when she’d hear Dex’s familiar knock on her door, she knew he was ready for their nightly catch-up. 

Neighbors catching up…friends, like she said one time. That’s what they were, Dex supposed. 

He didn’t think of this as an almost every night thing. After the first few nights, he let her into his apartment, Dex thought it was a done deal. On the fifth night, just as he was about to get in bed, he heard a knock at his door. 

“I brought ice cream,” she was holding two tubs of Ben and Jerry’s in her hands, and squeezing her notebook under her arm. “Mint chocolate cookie or strawberry cheesecake.” 

Dex grabbed the mint chocolate cookie from her grasp and let her inside with a tired smile. 

He had also grown a bit protective over her as her neighbor. 

He remembered one time he got home from work at 10:30 PM—earlier than usual. He knocked on her door three times—it was his signal that he was ready and home—but there was no answer on the other side of the door. Dex pressed his ear against it and listened for any movement or sound. Nothing. He checked his watch and saw it was nearly 11:00 PM. It wasn’t like her to not be home already.

He pulled out his phone and called her. It immediately went to voicemail. 

Dex clicked his phone off and rested it on his lips. The increasing heaviness in his chest was something he only felt when he was on missions—he was anxious. Is she okay? 

Something inside of him locked, or maybe, unlocked at the thought of her never coming home. The thought of her never sitting across from him at his kitchen table ever again. It unlocked a feeling he kept hidden away as best as he could, despite it being the most constant thing in his life. Feeling abandoned—left behind. Alone. 

For the first time in his life, Dex didn’t want to be alone.  

Dex was too numb to go back into his apartment. He pressed his back against the wall of the hallway and slid down to sit on the floor. He decided he would wait there until she came home. 

After an hour of staring into nothing, but mentally replaying all the times he’s had someone leave him, the elevator doors dinged. Dex was too tired to look at who it was, too afraid of disappointment if it wasn’t her. He kept his eyes forward. 

“Dex?” She started walking faster towards him. “Are you okay?” Dex whipped his head up and immediately stood up on his feet. 

“Yeah,” Dex nodded, his voice feeling thick and dry. “I was—worried. About you. Your phone…”

“It died,” she explained. “And I forgot my charger. I ended up staying late to finish up some work. You waited for me here?” She asked with a hint of a smile on her face.

“Yeah,” Dex nodded, meeting her eyes finally. She still looked as wide awake as ever, full of energy and positivity he wished he could emulate. Something compelled him to wrap his arms around her and bring her close in an embrace—so he did. He sighed in relief. “Don’t forget your charger again,” he said in her hair. 

“I won’t,” she pulled back, suddenly catching on to the seriousness of his tone. “Rough day? Is it too late to talk in your apartment?”

“Not if it’s too late for you.”

It was strange, the effect she had on him. It only grew more intense after each night together. Dex watched her carefully now, across from his table. He couldn’t remember the lat time he let someone get close to him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had allowed himself to connect with someone since Dr. Mercer passed away. It was the first time he possibly found a new North Star. He hoped this one wouldn’t go out. 

She brought a warmth to his apartment that it was lacking before. He never spent time at the kitchen table unless it was the morning and he was having his coffee before work. He never thought he’d spend most of his nights here, with her, talking about his day and duties as an FBI agent. She was part of his routine now. And if there’s anything about Dex, it’s that he doesn’t like when his routine is disrupted. 

“Can I ask you something we haven’t talked about before?” She looked up from her notebook and placed her pen down on the table. Dex shrugged his shoulders. There wasn’t much he wouldn’ttell her at this point.

“Anything,” he said.

“Have you ever had to kill someone?” 

It took a lot to catch Dex off guard. But this was a question he wasn’t expecting to be asked so blatantly. 

“In the line of duty, obviously,” she followed up quickly, responding to his reaction. 

Dex held her gaze—he didn’t want his answer to drive her away. In case it did, he wanted to memorize the way she was looking at him right now. The hopeful curiosity. The kindness without judgement in her eyes. He broke eye contact and sighed. 

“Yes,” Dex said, rearranging the napkin holder in front of him. 

“Because you had no choice?”

“Yes,” he lied. 

She shook her head. Not in disapproval, but in disbelief. “I can’t imagine that. Do you—do you remember the first time you had to?”

Dex does remember his first time killing someone. But it wasn’t in the line of duty as an FBI agent. It wasn’t even when he served time in the army. 

It was when he was a child and had dreams of becoming a baseball star. The memory flashed in Dex’s mind as quickly as the baseball ricocheted off the fence and hit Coach NAME in the head. 

“I do,” Dex said. “It was a cartel member. We had the group where we wanted them, but one guy wouldn’t give up the fight. He grabbed for a weapon to shoot at my partner—Nadeem—but I got to him before he could do anything more.”

“And by got to him, you mean…”

“Mmhm,” Dex hummed. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I know it’s not easy work. I know these things have to happen. But I wonder, are you okay? Knowing that that happened? And what you had to do?”

“I’m okay,” Dex said, and he wasn’t sure if it was a lie or not. “It was either him or Nadeem. They train you to think fast in those situations. You can’t waste time.”

“I’m really glad I chose the science side of it all.” She leaned back in his chair, and he liked how she made it look so casual. He wanted to mirror her but didn’t. “I don’t know if I could handle it like you do.”

“We make the mess,” Dex said, leaning forward. “Your side cleans it up.”

“That’s an interesting way to put it,” she replied. “Accurate.”

Dex sipped his coffee. “Anything else you’d like to know, Ms. Forensics?”

She smiled at the nickname. “I guess… out of personal curiosity… what did it feel like? Taking a life like that? Even if the guy was bad.”

Dex twisted the mug in his hands. Truthfully, it made no difference to him. But what would she want to hear?

“It’s hard,” Dex said. “Really hard. But these situations aren’t black and white. We have a job to do. We have to protect people. Protect our own. That’s what matters at the end of the day.”

“I see,” she said, nodding her head. “Do you have counselors at work you can talk to?”

“We have to undergo a psych-eval every once in a while.”

“That’s good,” she pressed her lips together. “Well, if the counselors aren’t always there for you, just know that I am, Dex.”

And there it was—that sweetness he had become so accustomed to. He couldn’t imagine his nights without it now. Dex smiled a little and focused his gaze on the table. 

“It’s late,” she said after a few moments of silence. “I think I’ve run you dry for tonight. Got any plans this weekend?” She asked him this all the time, and Dex always had the same answer for her.

“No,” he said. “Catching up on sleep, maybe.”

“Me too,” she began to close her notebook and collect her pens, to Dex’s disappointment. 

“You can come by tomorrow night,” Dex said with hope in his voice. “If you’re not busy and you feel like talking.”

She smiled a little and nodded her head. “I’d like that. Maybe instead of me asking about work, we can just hang?”

Dex took her empty coffee mug and wiped a coffee stain with the pad of his thumb. Her question echoed in his head. 

“I’d like that,” he answered, meeting her tired eyes. “Maybe I can ask about your life and work for once.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be getting much,” she laughed, and Dex hoped she was kidding. “But I’ll do my best to highlight the interesting parts.” She began her walk to his door, notebook in her hand. Dex unlocked it from behind her, gently brushing his arm against hers by mistake. He took a step back to give her space.

“Good night, Dex,” she whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” 

“Good night,” he softly said back. He watched her as she walked halfway down the hall to her apartment. He always waited until she was inside and locked the door before going back and retreating to his bedroom. When she was, he closed his door and locked it. He was alone again. 

◎◎◎

Dex wasn’t worried about having her over until the reality finally settled in and he realized that she would be coming over in a different context than usual. He couldn’t remember the last time he hosted something for someone and had food ready—this was possibly his first time ever. When he came home, early for a Friday night, he checked his fridge to see if he had any snacks and felt silly for it—of course, he had nothing, except a carton of milk and some eggs. 

He went back out to the corner store and paused in the middle of the aisle. What did she like to eat? He only remembered the time she brought ice cream to his place. He went to the freezer and grabbed the same flavors of Ben and Jerry’s she had once brought: mint chocolate cookie and strawberry cheesecake. Dex balanced the two cartons in his hands and went through the chips aisle. He wasn’t sure what to get, and the options were overwhelming. He settled on a jar of salsa, French onion and guacamole—that way, she’d have more than one option. He also grabbed two kinds of chips: salted and hint of lime. He also threw in a container of chocolate chip cookies. 

After leaving the store, he realized that she may be interested in drinking something. He wasn’t a drinker at all—alcohol didn’t mix well with his medication—so he didn’t have a clue of what she may like. Wine? Beer? He found himself inside the liquor store, even more overwhelmed by the options. When was the last time he was in a place like this?

He grabbed one bottle of red wine (Pinot Noir), one bottle of white wine (Sauvignon Blanc), and one bottle of rose for good measure. At the counter, he saw a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels and grabbed it. 

Dex had his hands full on his way back to his apartment. He’d never had this much food in his house—the bags practically filled his counter. He laid every snack out but paused midway—they wouldn’t be sitting at his kitchen table. Maybe on the couch? Dex began to move all the snacks to the coffee table. He placed each dip in a bowl and had two more bowls filled with each type of chip he bought. He left the ice cream in the freezer. He put the chocolate-covered pretzels in a smaller bowl. 

Then, he put each bottle of wine on the counter so that when she first walked in, she could choose. Dex finally sat down on his couch and checked the time. It was almost 10 PM. She should be home soon.

◎◎◎

His apartment felt cold and dark until she finally graced it with her presence. She was in her black silk pajamas, as Dex correctly predicted was next in her rotation. When she first walked inside Dex’s apartment and saw the line up of wine and snacks, she couldn’t help but smile at how endearing it all was, especially the hopeful look on Dex’s face as he watched her take it all in. 

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” Dex said, scratching his neck. “So I got a bit of everything.”

“It’s okay,” she looked at him, this well-trained and tough FBI agent who looked like he spent the last hour stressing over salted or hint of lime chips and ended up getting both. “It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I wanted.”

Dex sighed in relief. “I also got different wines you can choose from.”

She looked at each bottle. She was naturally inclined to reach for the red. But she wanted to make sure Dex had a say in the matter, too. “Which do you prefer?” She asked him.

He shook his head. “Oh, I don’t drink. I got that for you. All of it’s for you.”

“Well, if you’re not drinking, then I’m not either,” she said smiling. “I do want to dig into those chocolate-covered pretzels, though.”

“They’re for you,” Dex said.

She walked over to his couch, but Dex stayed standing by his kitchen table. He didn’t take a moment before to take in how different his apartment looked whenever she was in it. Before, everything looked as tidy as it needed to be: empty coffee table, couch lacking warmth, unused empty bowls. But she graced his apartment with her presence by making it feel comfortable. A couch is meant to be sat on, a coffee table meant to have snacks, and bowls meant to have food—just for her. He’s never seen his place so lively and it’s all because of her. 

It was like watching a science experiment in real time. The cause and effect. The hypothesis and results. Except, he felt in the thick of the experiment and the results could be a wild card. He was just happy to witness it happening. How she was so good at making it all feel so comfortable. He liked having her around. Dex wanted her to stay a while. 

“Well don’t be shy, Dex,” she patted the seat next to her on his couch. “Come stay a while.”

Dex laughed and made his way to his couch. He felt like a stranger in his own house. How should he delicately handle this new context of hanging out? He was used to her having a notebook and her doing the talking. He felt the pressure and was afraid he wouldn’t live up to expectations. 

He sat down next to her—not too close. A comfortable distance. He reached for a salted chip and dipped in the guacamole first. During training, they taught agents to start conversations with witnesses or suspects casually. He felt he could apply those tactics here, with her. 

“So,” Dex began, chewing his chip of guacamole, “first thing’s first. How was your day at work?”

Dex didn't know he had it in him, to curate and carry a conversation as long as he did with her. He asked her things about her life he didn’t know before—how she got into forensic science, where she’s from, who she used to be. She’s only 22—she’s got her whole life ahead of her, and she’s only getting started. 

When she revealed her age, Dex was slightly taken aback. The thought never crossed his mind but now that he knew she was a bit younger than him, he felt that sense of protection he had over her grow in size. All those times she had come home late, he never knew she was vulnerable like that. Maybe it was wrong to think that way… she’s independent and lives on her own. She can take care of herself. But it doesn’t have to be that way. 

Still, he had to know something. 

“My age… you’re not uncomfortable?” Dex asked in a small voice, avoiding eye contact. 

“No,” she shook her head. “Not unless you are.”

“I’m not,” Dex answered quickly. “It never crossed my mind to ask how old you were. I didn’t think there was that much of a difference.”

“Seven years is nothing,” she shrugged. Most of my coworkers are that or even more.” 

“I just want you to be comfortable,” Dex admitted. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to be here.”

“I want to be here,” she said. “I like talking to you. You’ve told me a lot about the FBI. That’s not the only reason I like talking to you, though.”

“Why’s that?” Dex couldn’t help but ask. 

“You’re nice to me,” she simply stated. “I got lucky that you’re my neighbor. I feel safe.”

“Even though you know my line of work isn’t always sunshine and daises—even though you know what I’ve done,” Dex said in a low voice, “You still feel safe?”

“You’ve given me no reason to think otherwise,” she said softly. “You’ve shown me one side of you. I’m shocked you haven’t figured out I’m trying to get to know all of you, Dex.” 

Dex held her gaze and felt something blooming slowly in his chest. “What else do you want to know?”

“We can save it for another time. You asked me here tonight because you wanted to get to know me,” she nudged his shoulder with hers, the first physical touch they’d shared all evening. 

“That’s right,” Dex said with a small nod. 

“Your turn,” She said with a welcoming smile. Dex took a deep breath. Truthfully, he felt the basic questions had run dry. He knew all there was to know about her on the surface: how she got into forensic science, where she studied, where she’s from, where she works. When he was serving time in the army, the comrades he was with often sat in circles in their tents and started playing games like Never Have I Ever or Would You Rather? He didn’t want to play those games with her now, but he wanted to get to know her on a deeper level. Those games typically made people reveal things about themselves. If she felt so safe around him, Dex didn’t see any harm in asking more personal questions. 

“Do you remember what your prom was like?” Dex asked with a sideways smile. 

“My prom?” Her eyes lit up at the question to Dex’s relief. He nodded. “Oh my, gosh, well, yes. It was such a weird time for me. I actually didn’t have a date my junior year, but senior year I did. I was the worst prom date.”

Dex smiled, trying to live vicariously through her experiences. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“It’s true. I had a crush on someone else so by the end, I ditched my prom date and went to a different party. But I had so much fun with my friends. I miss the freedom of being that young,” she smiled. “Good music, free food. Sneaking alcohol at the after party. What about you?”

Dex looked away from her and shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t go to prom. I didn’t technically have a prom.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. The institution Dex grew up in threw a makeshift prom for the seniors, but it didn’t have good music. It had free food that came from the cafeteria they ate at every day already. And absolutely no alcohol by any means. And Dex didn’t have a date. “I remember sneaking out to leave early and head back to my room.” 

“Room?” She questioned.

“I grew up in a Boys’ Home,” Dex lied again. “They invited other homes for orphans but it was awkward. No one really knew anyone. I swore off events like that after that.”

“When’s the last time you went to an event?”

“Probably then.”

“Dex,” she said his name, “we’ll have to find an event for us to go to and change that.” Dex smiled. He’d only consider it for her.

“What color was your dress?” He asked her. 

“White,” she said. “With a bunch of sparkles. My friends gave me shit about it, saying white was for weddings, but I didn’t care. I loved my dress. It was an off-shoulder dress. I felt like a princess.”

Dex tried to imagine it in his mind. White—fitting for her. 

“I’m sure you looked like one, too,” Dex said quietly. “Have you ever traveled outside the city?”

“Of course,” she smiled again. “I’ve been for Orlando, Boston… the entire east coast, pretty much. Outside, I’ve been to London.”

“London,” Dex said impressed. “Did you like it?”

“I did but, it’s got nothing on New York. Where have you traveled?”

“I’ve only ever traveled for the army,” Dex answered. “Nowhere exciting. And definitely not for vacation.”

“We’ll use up your PTO days soon,” she nudged his knee with hers. Dex liked the hopefulness in her tone—the idea of what she was saying coming to fruition one day. And he liked that she said we. 

“Do you remember your first heartbreak?” Dex asked her. 

“Oh, Dex,” she sighed. “Who doesn’t? It happened recently in college. About around the time I was a freshman. Of course, I fell for a guy who was older than me. He had me in the palm of his hand for an entire year… until he graduated and dumped me like that. I was so head over heels for him, but it taught me a great lesson. Never put your life on hold for someone else.”

“That’s true,” Dex said. “I’m sorry he did that to you. That must’ve been hard.”

“It’s okay,” she shrugged. “I hardly think about it now, unless someone asks me. Do you remember yours?”

“Yeah,” Dex replied. “Like you said, who doesn’t?” 

“What was it?”

“It’s not a typical heartbreak.”

“It’s all the same feeling.”

“I guess it would be when my parents died,” Dex said, meeting her eyes. “And then I was put in that home when I was a kid.”

“Dex, I’m sorry,” she whispered, scooting closer to Dex on the couch. His right leg was now resting against her left leg. She put her arm around his back and leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Dex whispered back. “It was a long time ago. It made me capable of being on my own at an early age.”

“Do you have other family?” She asked, pulling back to look at him. 

“No,” he shook his head. “It’s just me.”

“Well,” she said instantly, “now you’ve got me.” 

Dex wanted to tell her that she couldn’t say things like that to him unless she really meant it. But he didn’t want to get serious about it all—didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

“Do you remember your first kiss?” She asked him in a lighter voice. Dex laughed. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I had no idea what I was doing. It was awkward. And wet. You?”

She laughed against him. “I had a similar experience. It was so strange at first. I honestly hated it. I felt too young to kiss like that.”

“Yeah,” Dex nodded, trailing off, thinking of another question to ask her. He opened his mouth to say something, wondering if it may be too far, or treading a thin line of what boundaries they already had. Her leg was still pressed against his, but her hands were to herself now. “Do you remember… your first time?” He asked her.

Silence at first. So much silence that Dex had to look at her to make sure she was okay. Her eyes were focused in front of her, avoiding his. He’s never seen her like this—quiet, unsure. Dex wanted to rescind the question immediately and apologize for overstepping a boundary. But then, she gave him a small, ironic smile. 

“No,” she answered, shaking her head. Dex thought of every possibility in his head that could make her not remember something like that—having sex for the first time—and each possibility raised concern in him until she finished her answer. “I haven’t had my first time yet.”

It was Dex’s turn to go silent. He looked at her expression—she was trying her hardest to keep an indifferent look, but Dex sensed a tinge of embarrassment from her, and even sadness. He wasn’t sure what surprised him more: that she was a virgin or that she was capable of emitting an emotion he knew all too well. He wanted to kick himself for triggering that emotion out of her. 

“I’m sorry,” Dex squinted his eyes, “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “You’re not judging me, are you?”

Dex looked at her in disbelief. How could he judge a girl like her? Dex has killed people before—not in the line of duty. He’s used lethal force; he’s been abandoned. And she thinks that he would judge her over not having ever had sex? Dex felt hollow in his heart for a moment—that she thought for even a second he would ever judge her for something like that. She, who is so kind and sweet—pure—someone Dex is positive he isn’t worthy of having so close to him. She scares him in a lot of ways because of that. But somehow he’s earned her trust. No, there’s no world where Benjamin Poindexter judges her. 

“Never,” he breathed out, moving so he was facing her. “I could never judge you for something like that. There’s no shame in it.”

“Sometimes I feel that way, that I haven’t experienced something so intimate before,” she said behind a sad smile. In a lot of ways, Dex hasn’t experienced something so intimate before either. Yes, he’s had sex—but the sex he’s had with partners never felt intimate. It just felt like sex. Soulless, empty, physical. He always felt emptier inside after. 

“It’s okay,” Dex comforted her. “It’s not always intimate.”

“It’s not?” She asked him, furrowing her brows. “I don’t know. It seems intimate to me.”

“It is,” Dex nodded, “it can be. But it has to be with the right person. Otherwise, it’s just an act.”

“I don’t want it to be that way,” she admitted, breaking eye contact. “Just an act. I can’t—I’m too sensitive to just do it. It has to mean something. I think that’s why I’ve waited so long. Not because of religious reasons. I’m not waiting for marriage. I just want my first time to be intimate. I want my first time to mean something. I want it to be real. I’ve heard so many stories from my friends saying guys just leave them after they get what they want. I’m not strong enough for that.” 

“I understand,” Dex said softly. “I get it. But please know I could never judge you for that. If you don’t judge me for not being pure.”

“Pure,” she laughed, “is that what you think I am now that you know that?”

“No,” Dex shook his head. “I knew you were pure from the moment I met you. I didn’t need to know anything else about you to know that.”

“Why do you say that?” She asked.

“Because,” Dex struggled to find the words. He looked at his hands, her knees, her curious expression. “You talked to me so easily that first night in the elevator. So open. I’m not—I’m not used to that. You were kind. I could tell you were a good person. I—I need that in my life, __,” he said, almost pleading like she was halfway out the door when she was still sitting on the couch next to him. 

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” she whispered. 

“I let you come over every night to talk about my job because you wanted to,” Dex began to say, “but I also let it keep happening because it has kept me sane. Talking to you. Being with you…” he broke eye contact again. “You tell me I make you feel safe,” Dex spoke again. “You make me feel that way, too.” But when Dex says that she makes him feel safe, he doesn’t mean safe from the other people in the building or even New York City. She makes him feel safe from himself. 

“I’d never want to do something to make you go away,” Dex continued. “I want you around,” he whispered. “I want you to stay.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she shook her head. She placed her hand on Dex’s knee. Dex slowly brought his hand to cover hers. This was the first direct contact they’d ever had—holding hands. Dex looked at the image—studied how his hand fit perfectly on top of hers. He twisted his fingers so they intertwined. Without thinking, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. She let him. He kissed her knuckles again, then the back of her and, then her wrist, and soon Dex was peppering kisses all the way up the length of her arm, pushing her sleeve up. 

“Dex…”

He rolled her sleeve down and held her hand again, waiting for her directive. When she gave no protest, Dex moved her hair behind her and kissed her neck. She gently pushed his chest away from her, but only to look at him. His eyes were dark, full of intensity. She leaned in and closed the space between them, kissing Dex and Dex kissing her back. The moment their lips touched, they both knew it was long overdue. Dex placed his hands on her waist while she held him on his shoulders. His tongue made his way into her mouth and she welcomed it gladly. Dex squeezed her gently and pulled back, resting his forehead on hers, out of breath.

“When’s the last time you’ve had a kiss like that?” She asked. Both of them had soft laughs escape their lips.

“I think that was my first time,” Dex admitted against her lips, “my first time wanting to kiss someone like that.”

“I guess there’s a first time for everything,” she smiled. 

Dex kissed her again, gently pressing her to lay down on his couch. She did so she was laying on her back, with Dex leaning over her. She pushed his chest away again, indicating she wanted to speak.

“Dex, I want you to be my first time,” she said.

“What?”

“I want you to take my virginity,” she told him. Dex pulled back completely now. He had to sit with what she was asking him. She leaned up again in concern. “I want it to be with you.”

“__,” he said her name, rubbing his eyes closed. As much as he wanted that, Dex wasn’t sure he was worthy. He wasn’t worthy to be in your presence alone—but to take that from you, the very thing that could change everything—he wasn’t sure he was worthy of that either. You were so good and so pure—to give him that responsibility is to give him the power to potentially ruin that. He couldn’t stand the thought of ruining something else that was so good in his life. 

But if it wasn’t going to be him, it was going to be someone else. And the thought of someone else doing this to her—ruining her purity—cut him to the bone. As quickly as his attachment grew in his chest, jealousy did too, at the thought of someone else doing it to her. 

Selfishly, he wants to be the one to taint her. Unselfishly, he doesn’t want to ruin what she is. 

“You don’t want me,” she shook her head and bit her lip, avoiding eye contact.

“That’s not true,” Dex said. “I do want you.”

“Then why aren’t you saying yes? Why aren't you taking me right now?” 

“Because like you said before,” Dex whispered, taking her hands again. “You want it to be special. You want it to mean something. Rushing into it on a spur of the moment thing won’t make it what it should be.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and Dex had never seen her so emotional. It made his heart hammer in his chest. He shifted so he sat closer to her. He kissed her forehead. 

“I want you,” he reassured her. “But not right now. You should sleep on it. Really think if you want it to be me. I’d hate to ruin a perfect night by us jumping into it right away.”

She avoided looking at him, but deep down, she knew he was right. 

“Okay,” she whispered. “I will.” 

He kept looking at her until the look of worry faded from her face. All that was left was exhaustion in the form of half-closed eyes and soft breathing. Dex nudged her with his knee. 

“What do you say we call it for tonight?” Dex asked. “It’s late.”

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I should go.” 

Dex walked her to her door. As she unlocked it, she turned around to say goodnight again, and as if on cue, Dex twisted her into his arms and gently pushed her against the wall of the hallway, kissing her deeply. He locked her there, between his arms, a leg separating hers. She placed her hands on his chest to steady herself. When he pulled back, he looked away, as if the mere sight of her would make him come completely undone. 

Silence followed her into her apartment. Dex retreated back to his, and while she was no longer gracing it with her presence—he felt her everywhere. 

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Dex sat at his kitchen counter. His mind was too clouded by his thoughts to focus on anything—his thoughts that were consumed by her. He didn’t realize that by giving her a choice in thinking about what they talked about, he was at the mercy of that decision. 

If she ended up not wanting it to be with him, how would that change their relationship? Would she stop coming over? Worse—would she never speak to him again? Dex could’ve easily given her what she wanted in that moment, but at the same time, he didn’t want to ruin what they already had. What had easily landed in his lap without him having to do anything. 

On the other hand, if she did still want it to be with him… well, where do they go from there? Not to mention that he would be the one to take that purity away from her—and not in the sense of virginity. But in the sense that someone like him, someone who has killed and is capable of doing much worse, gets to be inside her for the first time. He didn’t feel worthy to be in her presence like that, to be the one to alter her experience with intimacy forever. If she still wanted it to be with him, he would make sure it was special and intimate like she wanted it to be. 

But he’s afraid that if this happens, he’ll never be able to let her go. It sounds wrong, but he would feel a sort of possession over her. He was protective over her already; after this, he would be downright territorial. His past lovers have all been with people before him…she would be the first he’d ever be with who hadn’t been touched before.

Touched. Dex felt a cramp in his hands thinking about touching her for the first time. He’d want to map her entire body out; take in how beautiful she looks completely naked. He’d be the first to see her like that. He hoped he’d be the last. 

There was a knock at his door.

Dex paused before getting up. It could all change in this next moment. He wasn’t sure which he was hoping more for. He took a deep breath and walked to the door. 

There she was in all her glory—her hair had brushed out, messy curls and was pushed to one side, like she had just nervously fixed her hair. She was in a new set of pajamas—pearlescent silk white. She met his eyes for a fleeting moment before looking down—Dex could still she still felt embarrassed, or ashamed. For whatever reason. It should be him who felt like that.

“It’s okay," Dex spoke first. “Whatever your decision is."

“I want it with you, Dex,” she looked up at him with worried eyes. “But if you don’t want it with me, then—“

“Come in,” Dex opened the door for her to step inside. She immediately stood in the middle of his living room as Dex shut and locked his door.

She was holding herself—arms around her stomach, avoiding eye contact. Dex wasn’t used to seeing her so unsure of herself; he was used to seeing her positive, confident, smiling. Looking at him with hopeful eyes. What did he have to do to calm her nerves?

“I want this with you,” Dex said softly, approaching her slowly. “I just want to make sure you truly want this with me.”

“I do,” she affirmed. “More than anything.”

Dex placed his hand on her cheek, studying her features before everything changes. She was right about something—sex is an intimate act. Sex changes things. He knows how it has changed things for him, but he’s not sure how it will change things for her. He wanted to remember what she looked like before the act—before he changed everything. He caressed her cheek with his thumb. He didn’t want her to feel worried. It was written all over her face.

“What are you scared of?” He asked her.

“It hurting,” she said meeting his eyes. 

“I’m not going to lie to you,” Dex began, “it’ll hurt at first. But then it won’t. What else are you scared of?”

“Making a mess,” she broke eye contact again. “I may bleed.”

“Don’t worry,” Dex shook his head, whispering. “It’s not a mess you’ll have to clean up. Anything else?”

She bit her lip and met his eyes again. “I don’t want you to stop talking to me after it’s done. I don’t want us to do it, and then that being all that you wanted, and then you stop seeing me or hanging out with me.”

Dex furrowed his brows in disbelief. Here he was, afraid of the same thing, unknowing that she too shared the same fears. Dex would never stop talking to her after it’s done. She knows she’ll be attached to him after—little did she know that Dex would be infinitely more attached to her, for separate reasons. He may be taking her purity, but she’s giving him something worse: hopes that he may find newfound purity in himself. 

“___,” he said her name, meeting her eyes. He caressed her cheek some more. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. Once this happens—it won’t be possible for me to let you go.” 

She took a long shaky breath. “Okay, Dex. I trust you. I—I think I’m ready.” 

Dex continued to caress her cheek as he held her gaze, witnessing her eyes soften in comfort—safety. Trust. “Okay,” he said. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

She blushed in the most adorable way. Avoided eye contact, bit her lip. She nodded. Dex placed two fingers under her chin to lift her to look at him. Dex slowly leaned down to meet her lips with his. And when they finally touched, she fell right into him. 

Dex cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, holding her steady in place as he kissed her. He teased her lips with her tongue, and she opened her mouth to let him in. He started off slowly…sweetly. When she took his hands and moved them to hold her waist, he took it as a sign to deepen the kiss. His tongue danced against hers as he practically inhaled her with kisses. His strong hands rested at either side of her waist. 

They both pulled back out of breath. Dex leaned his forehead against hers, eyes closed. 

“Let me lay you down,” Dex said in a low voice. She nodded against him and let him lead the way to his bedroom. 

She sat at the foot of the bed in the center. She started to shake uncontrollably—from nerves, the AC in his room and from the reality of what was about to happen.

Dex knelt between her knees in front of her. He took her hand and held it in his. He kissed her knuckles and felt her shaking. He looked up at her. 

“This is for you,” Dex reminded her. “It’s okay.” 

“I’m just nervous,” she said. “I’ve never been completely naked in front of anyone.”

“I’ll ask you if I can do anything before I do it,” Dex said. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded. She was taking deep breaths to calm her anxiety. Dex kissed her knuckles again. He placed both her hands on her legs. 

“Can I touch your shoulders?” He asked. 

She looked confused at first, but nodded anyway. Dex placed his hands on both her shoulders, softly caressing her with his thumbs. He moved his hands down both her arms slowly, feeling the softness of her silk pajamas. When he reached her hands, he held them both. 

“Can I unbutton your shirt?”

“Yes,” she breathed softly. 

Dex nodded and slowly started to unbutton her shirt one by one. He kept his focus on the buttons—nothing else—definitely not the goosebumps rising on her skin and definitely not at her hard nipples through the shirt. When he was done, only the center of her torso was exposed. She leaned back on her elbows and Dex leaned forward more between her legs, which were now spread a bit more. 

Dex could see her heart pounding in her chest. He took right hand and kissed her knuckles. He met her eyes.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Dex reassured her. She shook her head. 

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Dex kissed her hand again. “Can I touch you?”

“Anywhere,” she said in a small voice. 

Dex slowly began to trail his hand up the length of her torso, from her stomach to her collarbone. He slipped a few fingers under neath her shirt, dangerously close to her left breast. Dex looked at her once more for permission. All he needed was a small nod to let him know it was okay—and she did. Dex slowly traced his fingers over her breast, feeling her soft supple skin react to his touch—goosebumps, her nipple hard in the palm of his hand. Dex took a deep breath to control his own feelings of arousal—feeling her breast in his hand, realizing he was the first person to ever touch her like this. Dex squeezed her breast lightly and traced his pointer finger underneath her breast, feeling the curve of her soft skin. He pushed the shirt away, exposing her completely. He did the same thing on her other side with his other hand. He slid her shirt completely off and she closed her eyes, leaning fully back. 

“You’re beautiful,” Dex whispered. “You’re soft and perfect.” 

She opened her eyes. “Touch me more.”

Dex scooped her in his arms and lifted her further up his bed. He knelt between her on the bed and traced his hand on her stomach again. An intrusive thought crossed his mind—would she let him come inside her? Would she want to feel his seed that deeply inside her, knowing the risk? Dex felt his cock harden at the thought of coming inside her for her first time. 

He took a deep breath and crossed the thought away. He placed both his hands on her breasts and gently squeezed them again. He leaned down and kissed the skin between her breasts. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Dex kept his hands on her waist and slowly kissed his way to her right breast, kissing it before taking her nipple in his mouth. He licked and sucked her hard nipple, gently wrapping his lips around it and starting a motion of licking and sucking. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and kissed her breast. He did the same thing on the other side.

  “How did that feel?” He asked her. 

“Good,” she answered in a breathy voice. “Really good.” She was still shaking. Dex was starting to love the idea of him making her shake like that. 

“Good,” he said. Dex began to pepper kisses down the length of her torso, holding his hands on either side of her waist. She breathed deeply and pressed her head into his pillow, bracing herself for whatever was next. He played with the hem of her pajama pants and looked up at her with a slight sense of urgency. 

“Can I take these off?” Dex asked. 

“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes. 

In one single slip, Dex took her pajama pants and underwear off, completely exposing her to him. Dex gazed at her sex which was slightly glistening from how wet she was, and then he noticed her slightly shaking again. He placed his hands on her thighs and kissed her on either side, trying to hold her steady. 

“It’s okay,” Dex whispered. “Just tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t,” she said. “I’ll stop shaking soon.”

Dex secretly hoped she wouldn’t. He slowly slid his right hand over to her inner thigh and began to draw small circles. He slowly inched his way over to touch her pussy. He ever so gently placed the pad of his thumb on her clit, mimicking the small circles he just drew on her thigh before. She shivered at his touch and Dex watched her carefully. He mindlessly kept rubbing her clit as he watched her expression change from tense to relaxed. 

“That feels really good,” she whispered. 

“Let me know how this feels,” Dex said in a low voice. He slowly knelt between her legs, pushing them farther apart. He placed his entire mouth on her pussy and began to lap slowly at her slick folds. He started from the bottom and licked slowly up to her clit. 

“Oh,” she moaned in a slightly pitched voice. Her legs shifted against Dex’s head, which was welcomed. Dex continued to lap at her wetness, completely putting his entire mouth on her sex. He pulled back momentarily to insert one finger in her tight pussy. She gasped at the tension, grabbing onto the fitted sheets. Dex reached his other hand up and took her hand, indicating that she could hold onto him. He pulled his finger and met his lips to her pussy again, this time moving his tongue around faster than before. His lips were locked on her wetness, and he began to feel himself get lost in the way she felt against his mouth, like this was his last meal on earth. She squirmed against his face, breathing deeply. She reached to pull on his hair to channel how he was making her feel. His hand gripped her thigh while the other held onto her ankle. 

Dex focused his sucking on her clit and he paid mind to how she was breathing—he didn’t want her to come yet. Her eyes were closed, mouth half open, brows furrowed together. With his lips still on her pussy, Dex looked up at her and locked eyes for a moment with her before she closed them again and sighed into his pillow. He took one last lap at her wetness before pulling back and kissing both of her inner thighs. 

“Dex…”

“You okay?” He licked his lips. 

She only nodded, slightly disappointed by how cold she felt now that he wasn’t touching her. Dex could sense she wanted more. He could sense she was ready. He took off his shirt and pants, exposing himself to her. He couldn’t remember the last time he was bare in front of someone, but he didn’t care—all those times before didn’t matter. Only now did. 

His cock was hard, pre-cum leaking at the tip. Dex was slightly surprised that she reached down to touch him, gently running her thumb over his tip. He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. He placed his hands under the small of her back and lifted her up his bed, so she lay perfectly in the middle. He was hovering over her now—his cock dangerously close to her wetness, but not touching. They looked at each other for a moment, Dex looking deeply into her eyes—he couldn’t tell what she felt. Fear, anticipation, aroused? A mix of all three, he supposed. Because it’s exactly how he felt, too. Knowing that after this, their entire dynamic would change. For better or worse. 

She spread her legs wider and placed her hands on his face. Dex leaned down and kissed her gently. 

“You still want this?” He asked her.

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Please be gentle.”

“I will,” Dex nodded, his hot breath hitting her skin. He pushed a strand of hair away from her flushed face. He kissed her between her eyebrows. 

Dex slowly lined up his cock at her entrance and rubbed his tip against her folds, getting himself wet with her pussy. He took a deep breath and clenched his jaw. Her eyes were closed, but he watched her as he ever so slowly tried to push himself inside her. He was too big for her to enter easily, and she was too tight for him to go any harder. She said gentle, and that’s exactly what he did. She took a sharp intake of breath and her heart was beating hard against her chest. Dex could sense her anxiety and kissed her forehead again as he tried to push himself inside her more. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed himself inside her tight pussy, and in one quick thrust, Dex was completely inside her. They both reacted in their own way—Dex letting out the deepest sigh he’s ever taken, and her gasping for air from the pain.

“Dex, Dex,” she whispered in a slight panic.

“Shh,” Dex was trying to keep himself focused but it was hard to while he felt her tight pussy completely encase him while at the same time soften her worries. “It’ll get better. I’m going to go back and forth.”

She nodded and kept her eyes shut, a pained expression on her face. Dex felt incredible inside her, but this wasn’t about him. It was all for her. 

He slowly pulled out, and she could feel the difference immediately. He felt so big inside her that when he almost pulled out, she felt so empty—she needed to feel him like that all the time. Close, inside, tangled up with her softness. 

When he pushed back in, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of his lips. She was shaking, and her shaking at his cock inside her, ignited something primal in him. He was the first person to ever feel her like this and make her feel this way, and that thought alone spurred Dex on to keep thrusting inside her. She was completely soaking and he could feel her start to mold to his cock.

“Dex,” she whispered his name, “it’s starting to feel different.”

“How?” He uttered out while he still slowly went back and forth inside her. 

“Good,” she opened her eyes finally and met his dark ones. “Really good. I—“

“You want more?” Dex asked, and it was his turn to close his eyes.

“I want more,” she nodded. 

Dex wasted no time in speeding up his thrusts inside her. He went even deeper, feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of her cervix. He was imprinting his size on her. She knew she would feel him for days after. She felt so velvety, soft, wet and tight around his cock, Dex’s mouth was half open and his eyes were closed as he continued to thrust inside her.

“More, Dex,” she sighed.

His arms were under her, and hers were around his shoulders. Dex kept one arm under her and held onto his bed frame to get a better angle at fucking her, because now that’s what they were doing. Dex pounded inside her tight pussy, wetness and possibly blood coating both of them and his sheets. He watched her as she closed her eyes, mouth half open, as he continued to fuck her into being all his. He didn’t know what he liked more—being inside her or watching how much she enjoyed him being inside her. She fluttered her eyes open for a moment, meeting his, and Dex instantly closed his eyes. He retreated his arm back from the bed frame and scooped her in his arms, pressing his forehead against hers. 

She closed her eyes again and had an expression of arousal, her eyebrows knitted together and her mouth slightly open. She opened her eyes and suddenly felt very aware of what was happening between their two sexes—it was a mix of wetness from her and something else more runny—blood. Her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, Dex could tell, and she tried to look between them as he kept thrusting his cock inside her, unsure if she should allow herself to feel good or worry about the mess she’s making. 

Dex followed her line of view and blocked it with his dark eyes. 

“Look at me,” he whispered. “Look at me. How do you feel?”

She met his eyes and sighed heavily, “But Dex—“

“Don’t,” he pressed his forehead firmly against hers, continuing to pound into her, feeling the tip of his cock touch the back of her cervix. “Focus on me.”

Focus on him she did—the way he was hitting her g-spot repetitively made her spread her legs wider and push him in even more. He filled her up so completely, so well, she was sure to feel him for days. 

“Oh, God, Dex,” she moaned, louder than before, “something’s happening—“

“Let it,” Dex whispered against her lips, closing his eyes and focusing on hitting her sweet spot. “Come for me, __. Come for me…come for me…”

“Dex!” Her pussy convulsed around his cock as she finally reached climax for the first time. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly against her, holding on like she was holding on for life. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she lost her breath and regained it as she held onto his warm body. He was still inside her, thrusting more gently now. He kissed her neck, kissed the skin behind her ear, kissed her forehead and kissed her lip as he continued to move inside and out of her.

“Oh,” Dex whispered against her lips. “I’m right behind you—“

“Inside me,” she said in a whisper, “please.”

Dex closed his eyes as he felt himself release his seed inside her tight pussy, feeling it coat all over her inside, he was shaking against her. It was her turn to kiss him, to bring him back down from his own high. 

He laid his entire body weight on her, which was welcomed. His cock was still inside her, resting, until he slowly pulled out of her. She held him tighter. He breathed her in deeply, kissing her shoulder. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. 

He pulled back, gazed in her eyes for a moment. 

“Let me get a towel,” Dex said softly. 

He pulled the sheets over her and when he came back, he cleaned between her legs as best as he could while she fell asleep. Dex threw the towel in the hamper, a clean, perfect throw, and crawled back under the sheets with her. He pulled her in tightly, and she molded against him like she was meant to be there. It may have been her first time, but he was certain this was his first time feeling the attachment in the aftermath. He hoped this wouldn’t be their last.  

[psychoticallykind]

Perfect

A Jegulus Fic, because awful people exist.

Hurt/Comfort; mention of murder

1,391 words

James knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside the apartment.

"Reg?" He called out quietly, glancing into the living room and kitchen as he passed them. As expected, Regulus wasn't there, so he kept moving.

The bedroom door was cracked, and James pushed it the rest of the way as he stepped forward. "Reg, baby? Hey," he reached the bed, frowning in concern as he took in his boyfriend's position.

Regulus was curled up, face pressed into a pillow. He was on top of the comforter, but his arms were wrapped tightly around his sides as if he were cold.

There was a small, pained sound, and James sat down carefully on the edge of the mattress.

"Hey, love," he said softly. "Can I touch?"

The dark curls shifted as Regulus nodded, not lifting his face from the pillow.

"Thank you." James rested his hand on Regulus's back, rubbing small circles into the tense muscles. "Did something happen?"

Regulus mumbled something.

"I didn't quite get that," James admitted.

He felt Regulus take a deep breath, and then his head lifted a couple of centimeters. "I'm in hell."

Then he dropped back down, and James wasn't any closer to understanding what had happened. But that was okay - he didn't need to know why Regulus was in pain. He only needed to know that he was.

"Can I hold you?"

He waited for the nod before shifting, lying down and pulling Regulus into his chest.

The action jostled Regulus's face from the pillow, and he was quick to turn and bury it in James's sweater instead.

James hummed, using one hand to massage his neck. "I'm sorry you're in hell." He smiled softly, though Regulus couldn't see it. "I'll come be in hell with you, if it'll help."

There was a sniffle, and James had to suppress a sharp spike of alarm.

"I can read to you?" he offered.

Regulus shook his head, and James felt his hands curling up in his sweater.

"Okay," James agreed quietly. "No reading. Just cuddles, then?"

"Mm," Regulus hummed.

James gave him a quick squeeze. "Sounds perfect, love."

They stayed that way for a while. James wasn't sure how long, and he didn't care.

Every once in a while, Regulus would sniffle, but he wouldn't let James see his face.

Eventually, he took another deep breath, but still didn't move.

"Would you really?"

James hummed, rubbing circles into his lower back. "Would I really what?"

The answer came in a voice so soft it was almost a whisper. "Go to hell for me."

"Of course," James replied honestly. "I'd do anything for you."

There was a long pause, and he wondered if that was all Regulus had wanted to say.

Then he leaned back, tipping his head to look at James for the first time since this morning, and James's breath caught.

Regulus looked exhausted. Tired and pale, with redness on his cheeks that James knew came when he'd been crying for a while. There were dried tear tracks that hadn't been wiped away, and Regulus's bottom lip looked swollen, like he'd been biting on it over and over.

Long eyelashes blinked up at him. "Would you kill someone for me?"

If anyone else had asked, James would have said he really wasn't the killing type.

But for Regulus?

Well. That was different.

James half-smiled, gently wiping at one of the tear tracks. "I told you." His hand moved down, sliding under Regulus's jaw. "I'll do anything for you."

Regulus smiled at that. It was small, and it didn't erase the redness from his eyes, but it was something and James was so grateful for that.

Then he tipped his head, leaning into James's touch. "Would you kill her for me?"

"Absolutely," James promised, meeting his eyes. "Who am I killing?"

The smile grew, and Regulus dipped his head back down to hide in James's sweater.

The words were quiet, but not unsure. "My mother."

"Oh, completely yes," James replied. He squeezed Regulus tight. "Absolutely. One hundred percent. Can I call Remus? He'll be furious if I don't let him help."

There was a quiet snort. "You sound so enthusiastic."

"I am," James replied. "I'm so fucking thrilled, actually. Do you know how long I've spent hoping your mother would die in a car crash? A lightning storm? A random freak accident?"

Regulus was shaking with silent laughter now, but James wasn't done.

"Sometimes I imagine it when I'm having a particularly bad day," James informed him. "You know - the headlines in the news? 'Walburga Black, found dead, mourned by none'. Always makes me smile."

Regulus was grinning now, no longer hiding. "Really?"

"Really," James confirmed. He grinned back at his boyfriend, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his forehead. "Just tell me when you want it done, love, and I'll make it happen."

Regulus kissed his nose. "Thank you."

James laughed. "I haven't done it yet."

"I know," Regulus replied, cuddling closer. "But I believe that you would. If I asked."

"Without hesitation."

There was a sharp inhale. "She was in the news today."

"Oh?" James asked. "Not because she's dead, I'm assuming."

Regulus snorted. "Unfortunately not, no." He bit gently at James's skin. "She was interviewed for something. Apparently, my dear mother has some strong opinions on the trans community."

James hummed. "I can't imagine they were fun to read."

"They weren't," Regulus confirmed. He sighed. "I shouldn't have clicked on it."

"Maybe not," James agreed.

Regulus nodded, expression hidden. Then he shifted, lying flat on his back, and James could see everything again.

"She's just - she's such a dreadful person," Regulus said to their ceiling. He was frowning. "And realistically, I know that nothing that comes out of her mouth is going to be good or right or compassionate. But I still - I still read it. I still listen to it. And it still hurts."

"It hurts to know that she doesn't see me as a valid human being, and it hurts to know that she's always going to be a part of my story," Regulus continued. He sucked in a sharp breath. "And I hate that she exists. I hate that she's out there, giving interviews and clinging to fame and thinking that she's right. I hate that there are people who agree with her. I - I hate -" he stopped, shaking his head.

"Her?" James asked.

"Yeah." Regulus laughed, but there was no humor to it. "Awful, isn't it? To hate the person who gave you life?"

"No." James shook his head. "Not awful. Reasonable, I think, when that person happens to be as cruel and twisted as she is." He kissed Regulus's cheek. "There are people who agree with her, and that's terrible. She's terrible. But there are so many people who don't. Like you. And me, and Sirius, and Remus, and Barty, and Evan, and Pandora, and Dorcas, and Marlene, and Mary, and Lily, and my mom, and my dad, and Peter, and -"

"Are you going to list all of the people we talk to?" Regulus asked, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

James shrugged. "If you need me to, then yeah." He tugged Regulus back into a hug, wrapping him securely in his arms. "I'm sorry she exists. I'll kill her if you want."

Regulus huffed out a laugh. "Maybe. Not right now, though."

"Well, alright," James replied. "What do you want right now, then? Anything. I'll get it."

"Mm." Regulus kissed his collarbone. "Maybe you can cook dinner and we can watch a movie on the couch?"

"That sounds perfect," James replied. He nudged Regulus until he shifted, lifting his head.

Then he kissed him, soft and slow. Not to lead to anything, or to prove anything. Just because it was Regulus.

They were both a little out of breath when they separated, but James didn't care. He kissed Regulus's nose, his cheeks, his forehead. Over and over until Regulus was laughing again.

"You're perfect," James promised him. "So perfect. I love you. I'm going to cook the best dinner for you. And dessert. And breakfast. Any meal, actually, ever, for the rest of your life."

Regulus's whole face was burning red now, and he playfully shoved James away. "Let's start with dinner, yeah?"

"Yeah," James agreed. He smiled at his lovely boyfriend. "Anything you want."

[tokyoxknight]

Blood-Sucker

CecilxReader!superhero

Word Count:3,081

T/W: Broken bones, mentions of blood constantly throughout the story, drinking blood, vampires, slight smut, choking, mentions of sex

!! I'M SO SORRY IF I MISSED ANYMORE, PLEASE JUST LET ME KNOW, I WROTE THIS OVER THE SPAN OF 3 DAYS AND SOME MAY HAVE SLIPPED!!

Info: Reader is basically a vampire with slight blood manipulation power, that isn't helpfully against super humans. There is a lot of background in this and it may be all over the place but it’s my first time writing fanfic especially with a character that has as many layers as Cecil does but he’s just too cool and lovable not to want to write about also I've been very inspired after reading so many great stories on here. To help with confusion when an event is taking place in the past, it'll be shown like this for the whole section until you're back in the present . Hope you enjoy though<3

Background: This is taking place as the Mark variants make their way to the main universe and a Mark variant attacks the pentagon. Reader and Cecil have been dating for a couple of years now and reader is a reformed villain.

Cecil could feel the life being choked out of his body as he was looking down at Mark…or at least a version of him. His feet were off the ground and he was kicking and punching to get out of his grip but nothing was working and he felt himself getting weaker by the moment. If Cecil was being honest with himself he never believed in all that “life flashing before your eyes” bullshit but as he felt himself descending into darkness all he could think about was you. The way you smiled, how you blushed every single time you sucked his blood , the way your eyes dilated when the two of you shared an intimate moment like he was truly the only thing in life that made you happy and that made him feel special, the way you understood that his job took up most of his life and worked around it, and that no matter how much of an ass that he was, you were understanding and patient with him, and of course, the thought of how the two of you first meet…

 It was during the first few years of Cecil's job as Director and it hardly romantic, you were still doing crimes back then, getting paid to make deaths look like accidents, your powers aloud you to cause heart attacks by slowing down a person's blood flow and of course the GDA thought the random heart attacks of men with no family history of them was strange. They caught wind of someone with blood abilities and had been tracking you for weeks and when Cecil’s team of GDA agents finally caught up to you he couldn’t help but notice on the monitor the way that you pulled your punches and tried your hardest to defend yourself without putting anyone else in danger even the GDA agents that were shooting at you. It wasn’t until a nerve taser put you down that you were put in a collar to stop your power as well as some cuffs before being put in a cell.

 Cecil paid you a visit after a while, trying to see if he could shake some information out of you, like if you were truly a vampire and if there were more of you, how much blood you need to survive and when you need it, how your powers worked, and why you were protecting his agencies even though it was clear that you could kill them with a simple punch and you answered all of them, truthfully too but only as long as he answered the questions you had too, things like how he got the scar on his face, how he got his job, how many people he’s killed. When it was all over he just said “Thank you for the cooperation” very simply as he stood up and headed towards the door.

“Will you stay and talk to me” you said before he turned the door knob that was in his hand, making him turn and raise an eyebrow to you before you continued “It’s been long since I’ve talked to anyone this interesting” 

“I try not to make a habit of spending the better half of my day mindlessly conversing with criminals when I have a world to save” He stated simply, a hint of annoyance in his voice like he was disgusted by the fact that you even asked. And all you could do was smile, trying to swallow a laugh, he was kind of cute when he was seriously annoyed. 

 As you cocked your head to the side a bit, you asked “Was what I did really that bad,  you’ve killed more people then I have if anything you should be in these cuffs, and everyone that I have killed deserved everything they got.” 

This peaked his interest and he returned to his seat across from you. “And just how do you get to be a judge, jury and executioner? Do you think that just because you happen to have some powers that you get to decide who lives and who dies?” He asked leaning in, shifting his weight onto his elbows that were on the table between the two of you ? 

“I didn’t say that nor do I believe it but I do believe that the people who make the world a shitter place by hurting others deserve certain fates. Powers or not” you shot back.

He narrowed his eyes, staring daggers at you like he was studying you, it made you feel vulnerable but not in a bad way, it was like you placed all your card on a table and someone was trying to decide if you were good enough while all you could was stare back while you wait for them to make their decisions, that was before Cecil chuckled a little, leaning back away from you which caused a confused look to take over your face. “Some people would say the same thing about you. Listen, you have promising abilities that could be use for a better cause, one that includes nobody dying and you finding a sensible way to calm you appetite” there was a few beats before he continued “Come work for the GDA, you’d be working as a superhero, you’d give you a job, a stable blood supplies, and missions where you can bring shitty people to justice.” 

You frowned your eyebrows trying to gauge if he was just lying to you or not “I don't want to be some mindless weapon that you try to control, I know how you operate, Cecil, you’re a control freak that would do what it takes to get the outcome that you want, no matter what or who it risk”

“You will have a voice if that is what you are worried about, I won’t promise that it would always be heard but I won’t ask you to put anyone in danger…other than yourself. In order to take this job you have to be willing to risk your life for people that you’ve never met, people you’ll never see again, and even some people who hate you. Is that something you could live with?”

You took a few minutes to think then said with a smile on your face  "I'll come work for you if you agree to spend a day with me once a week that I get to plan.” This made him raise his eyebrows, thinking for a few seconds before he said deal and walked out of the room, leaving you smiling to yourself. What occurred for the next few months were once a week hang outs that most include sitting in his office while he ate a meal and you drunk a bag filled with blood with small conversations. After a few months it turned into simple talks about their week and job, spending time in parks but mostly his office so that he could stay close to work. During those months tension was building between the two of you, and one day the tension just happened to be mixed with whiskey which led to the two of you making out and having sex on his office desk. After a conversation it was clear that the two of you wanted to go forward in spending time with each other. The relationship for the most part was private, nobody knew other than Donald, after he may or may not have caught the two of you kissing in Cecil’s office, and you tried to stay out of each other's way, Cecil would give you a mission, you’d handle it and he worried himself to death the whole time, he knew you were capable but he still couldn’t take his eye’s off the screen whenever you were fighting to make sure you were okay. Whenever he could get a moment alone with you, he would try and savor it as such as he could, showing you just how important you were to him, how much he missed you, how much he valued the time you spent together.

And in the last moments of his life, that’s what he could remember, the moments that he shared with you and how pissed you were going to be that he was dying. That was until he saw you come into his vision as you jumped on the Invincibles back, biting his neck, causing Mark to drop Cecil. A yell left Mark's lips as he stumped around trying to grab you and get you off his back, finally he got a hold of you and threw you into a wall causing you to let out a grunt before Mark flew and grabbed your throat, pressing you against the wall. Cecil stood up, his arm was broken but he still pulled his gun out and tried shooting the Mark, he knew it won’t do much but he was just trying to irritate him enough to get his attention away from you. You were letting out feral like growls and grunts while squirming before you lifted both of your legs and kicked him in his chest, sending him backward, before he could recollect himself, you jump on the Mark wrapping your arm him, causing you both to fall, the Mark falling on his back as you sink your teeth into his neck, sucking all the blood you could, the taste was strange, maybe it was because he was an alien or maybe it’s because Cecil had been supplying you with his blood for a while now every now and again. Maybe it was because you were in love but it just tasted sweeter than anything you’ve ever had before especially when you were able to get it directly from the source, allowing you to smell his colon mixed with the smell of cigarettes and whiskey, so when ever he allowed it, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping at opportunity.

You lifted your head away from Mark’s neck, he’d stopped moving, maybe you sucked all the blood out of his body, you weren’t sure, you were dizzy, it’d been so long since you drunk this much blood at once, since becoming a hero you tried to limit yourself to what you needed in order to do your job, you dealt with the hunger daily and it hurt but you didn’t burden anyone with what was troubling you.

That was the case until during one of your “work dates” with Cecil that you felt a pinch of hunger in your gut, causing you to flinch into yourself and hold your stomach. Cecil, who was already staring at you, as you were sitting in his office across from him, stood up instantly, asking if you were okay, you nodded but he asked you to explain further. You explained that in all honesty you were starving and how you’ve been trying to limit yourself to only what you need and how there were some days where you just needed more blood than normal since you were using so much energy. He stared at you at you for a moment as you tried not making eye contact, looking down at your feet, there were moment like this were you were worried about what he thought of you, if he was judging you for what you genuinely needed to survive, it made you feel shitty and less than for how much his opinion matter to you, that was before you heard the sounds of him taking off his tie and shirt causing you to blush and stand up. 

“What are you doing ?! Donald just caught us kissing like a week ago and you’re trying to have sex in the office?” You yelled the first part and whispered yelled the second part.

He sighed before simply saying “It’s not like that, but also don’t be dramatic, it’s not like we haven’t done it in my office before.” He finished taking his shirt off and said “Come here” You just stood there and blinked. “You said you were hungry right ? I’m trying to help you out.” Again you blinked. He looked so stoic and yet vulnerable, he was going to let you suck his blood, his life was in your hands and he trusted you, the revelation hit you like bricks too or maybe the hunger was making you delusional and you were reading too much into things. 

“Are you sure?” You asked, taking a step towards him, putting a hand on both of his shoulders. He gave a small but reassuring smile and nod before putting his hand on your cheek and slowly pulled you closer to his neck, you could smell his blood while he was this close and it was consuming, it made you feel you could truly lose yourself in it and drown. You kissed his neck then licked the same spot, you could hear him suck in some air in, you slowly opened your mouth wide before sinking your teeth into his neck, making him moan slightly. He held your waist with both of his hands slowly moving them so that one went down to grab your ass while the other one moved up and slowly rubbed your back. The blood, his scent, the rubbing, it was truly sending you over the edge, you pulled away from his neck, licking the blood that dripped down from the wound, looked up at him. 

Cecil couldn’t tell if it was the lack of blood, the licking and biting, the way you looked at him, eyelids half open, blushing with you mouth slightly open while you were looking up at him, his blood smeared on your lips, or the fact that you were pressed against him but he couldn’t help put want to bend you over his desk and tell you how pretty you looked. That was the plan until Donald walked in, without knocking like it was his own damn office, causing you to turn around.

“Sir, I was wondering i-...” looking up from his tablet he made eye contact with the both of them, and as the scene set in for him, you could see the blush start to make its way onto his cheek, he tried to open his mouth to say something but nothing was making sense, he was just stammering before Cecil yelled 

“Jesus Donald, just get the fuck out” causing Donald to yell a loud, I’m sorry sir before running out of the room, closing the door behind himself. Cecil and you look back at each other before you let out a light chuckle.

“It was probably for the best, I should be getting back to my job, as should you” You put your hand on his chest,standing on your tippy toes and giving him a quick peck on the lips before heading over towards the door, as you make your way out you looked back him. “Come to my place after you're done with work” before blowing him a kiss and closing the door, leaving him unfocused for the rest of the day while also having to deal with weird smiles from Donald.

“Y/N !!!” You heard Cecil yell from behind you, making you immediately turn your head to him, the bone in his arm was sticking out and he looked as if he hurt to walk, he was bleeding from a cut over a swollen eye that was starting to turn purple but even then you could see the concerned look on his face. Cecil looked down at you, on top of the dead Mark, blood dripped down from your mouth, covering most of your chin, through your hair he could still see your dilated pupils, you looked like a feral animal as you slow moved towards him not saying a thing before you leap at him, he fully expected to be a feral vampires snack until he felt your arm wrap around his waist, face in chest.

“CECIL I WAS SO WORRIED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO BE DEAD BY THE TIME I GOT HERE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON AND WHY DOES THAT THING LOOK LIKE MARK BUT NOT REALLY AND WHERE IS DONALD HE'S SUPPOSE TO BE TAKING CARE, HE KNOWS HOW RECKLESS AND STUBBORN THAT YOU CAN BE SOME TIMES !!!” You sobbed into his chest as tears made of blood rolled down your face, tightening your grip so that you weren’t hurting him but made sure he wasn’t going anywhere. And all Cecil could do as he looked down at you with a surprise look and wrapped his working arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

“I have to go and figure out where these Invincibles are coming from and how to get rid of them, I need you to help with survivors on the street Donald should be somewhere in the city, if you see him stay close to him. Do not engage until it is absolutely necessary, do you understand ?” You gave a hesitant nod, knowing this was his way of telling you that he would be okay and just needed time to himself to figure things out, before running out the room to do your job, hoping that when this is all over, you can get a few hours with just each other. 

Hope you enjoyed, I was thinking of maybe writing something else that showed the start of dating as well as a first time together kind of story but I'm so unsure lol.

[sturnblue]

𐙚 — maine.

chris sturniolo :: reader

on a summer night in maine, you and chris find yourselves alone beneath the stars, and what starts as a light talk turns into something softer, something real, and a life that might starts right there.

warnings: none. fluff.

the fire’s burning low now, just embers and the occasional crackle, casting a warm glow across the porch and the outside couch where you’ve both ended up.

the maine air is cool, crisp in a way that makes everything feel a little more alive. you’re lying beside chris, his arm is under your head, and his body warming you up. you both lying under a soft cozy blanket.

you're still a little sticky from the s’mores, marshmallow on your fingers, chocolate somewhere near your mouth. but you don’t care, and neither does he.

his brothers and your friends already went to sleep. it's really late, and after a long summer day with nonstop loud and chaotic activities by the lake, everyone needed some rest. now were just the two of you, lying down beneath a sky full of stars.

"did you hear that?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper. "what? i don't hear anything." he answered, his tone the same as yours. "exactly." you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. he chuckled. everything felt so at peace in this place. not a single loud and annoying sound like the ones in los angeles.

"i love how you can see almost everything from here. it's so beautiful. i can't even see a single star in the sky back home." you sighed, feeling how calm his chest was raising up and down next to you. you both watching the night sky.

"look," you pointed up. "that constellation, with the three little stars." he looked up. "it's called 'the three starts of orion's belt', i used to be obsessed with them when i was little, it was the only constellation i could recognize." he chuckled, paying attention in every word you said.

"what about that one?" he asked pointing at others stars next to the ones you were just talking about. "what are they called?"

"sorry, babe, i only know the orion's belt." he laughed, quiet and close, and your chest ached with it.

“i love this place,” you said quietly, after a long, steady breath, eyes on the night sky. “i'm so glad my parents didn’t sell the house. i don’t know what i’d do if i knew i could never come back here.” you let out a soft, relieved sigh.

"remember that 2012' summer? just me, you, my brothers and our parents, like it always used to be. we were playing hide and seek and you got stuck in the wine cellar." you laughed, vividly remembering it.

“of course i remember." your voice was soft, but full of excitement. “you found me crying like a little kid. i was so embarrassed.” he chuckled, replaying the scene in his mind. “you were a little kid, babe.”

“i know, but i didn’t want you to see me like that!” you giggled, and he laced his fingers through yours. "are you kidding? i felt like the coolest nine year old alive. full on hero mode kicked in that day."

“wait, really? why'd you never told me that?” you asked, eyes searching his. he shrugged, playful. “didn’t want you strutting around knowing you had me wrapped around your finger since… well, forever.” you giggled.

“and yet you still took forever to make a move.” he laughed wrapping his arms around your waist in a side hug, the cold night powerless against the warmth of his body.

you melted into him, the kind of quiet that only comes when you feel completely safe, and for a second, neither of you said a word.

"i think i was scared,” he murmured eventually, almost like he’s confessing it to the dark. “of ruining it. of losing you before i ever really had you.”

you tilt your head up to look at him. “you always had me.” you said, voice barely above a whisper. he smiled, eyes a little too shiny under the moonlight. “yeah. guess i just took a while to believe it.”

he held you tighter. you looked up at the sky again, watching the stars, and a quiet peace settled over your soul. your body tangled with his, the steady chorus of crickets somewhere in the woods, the occasional crackle of the fire — everything just felt right.

"i wish we could stay like this forever. live here forever," you whispered, more to yourself than anyone else. like a quiet wish to the wind, to the stars, hoping somehow this moment could last forever.

his eyes locked on your face, quietly taking in every feature like he never wanted to forget. he admired the freckles on your skin, darker now from the summer sun, each one familiar, like stars in a sky only he knew how to read. he could draw them from memory, his own map of you.

he stayed quiet for a moment, but you felt the familiar shift in his breath, the way it always did right before he said something that mattered.

“what if we stayed?” he said, voice barely above the crackle of the fire. “not right now, but— this place. you, me. more than just summers. it can be our place.

you didn't look at him right away. just kept staring up at the stars and let the idea settle in your chest, warm and real. his fingers finding yours again, familiarly curling together.

“stay here?” your voice softer than his, like the thought itself was too fragile to speak out loud, like saying it might break it. "yeah,” he nodded, gently running his free hand through your hair.

“we could move here one day,” he went on. “i know it’s freezing most of the year, but you like it that way. we could get a dog. or a cat. whatever you want. maybe even kids.”

“kids?” your voice cracked slightly. "why not? this house looks great for it. we spent the best summers here, imagine spending all year. who knows we could even have twins.” he said, a quiet excitement in his tone, though it stayed low, husky against your ear. you let out a soft chuckle. “twins.” you echoed.

he smiled into your hair, like he could already see it "just imagine, mornings with too much noise and that lovely chaos into every corner of the house. i could make you s'mores every weekend, and—"

"chris," you hesitantly called him, breaking his thread of thoughts. he looked at you softly, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "do you mean it? i mean, all this, do you really want a life with me? here?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper, as you were to afraid of the answer.

"are you kidding? of course i do." he kissed your forehead. "there is no one else in this world i'd rather have a life with."

"but— what about your career, and everything else, we—" he silenced your thoughts before it could take hold, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. quiet, certain. the kind that said none of that matters more than this.

“we’d build something slow,” he said. “something steady. just us figuring it out, day by day. don't worry about all that right now, 'kay? we have all the time in the world. we don't need to rush anything now."

"and you wouldn’t get tired of me?" i lowly asked. "never." he said without hesitation. his eyes soft and familiar locked with yours.

you went quiet again, letting the words settle. letting yourself believe them. the fire crackled nearby, the stars still holding their breath above you, as if the universe was listening in.

you don’t have all the answers right now, and that made your stomach twitch in a scary but exciting way. but in that moment — with him beside you, the stars overhead, and the future stretched out somewhere between the trees — it’s enough to believe in a little forever.

you squeezed his hand gently. “i think i’d like that." you say, voice barely above a whisper.

he turns his head toward you again, and when you look at him one more time, there’s this look on his face — like you just handed him something fragile and he’s scared to breathe too hard, scare to break it. like everything is just to fragile, but somehow, to certain at the same time.

his smile is slow, like the firelight, warm and a little stunned. and then he leans in, just close enough for his forehead to brush yours. you met his gaze, no hesitation.

his thumb traced slow circles on your hand, and you let yourself believe, just for tonight, that maybe that life was going to happen, a dream you didn't even know it existed.

you kept talking about that life all night long, making silly plans for your future together, silly plans that both of you knew deep down it were full of truth.

you both felt asleep on each other's arms, feeling the night summer breeze. a blanked, a weak firelight and the warmth of your tangled bodies being enough to not let the cold maine sky bother you all night long.

© sturnblue.

english is not my first language!

a/n: this is kinda inspired by the book happy place and all the times the triplets mentioned maine! i always catch myself thinking about having a life like that you know that whole noah kahan vibe and stuff its literally my dreamm

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

i know requests are closed but i just had an idea for stowaway

Basically, since hyunjin’s steering the ship, maybe he accidentally steers them to the wrong place. Then skz uses the dart board thingy to “punish” him/ cheer him up somce he feels really bad about himself for not being able to do his job well

stowaway part 5:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k

𝙖/𝙣: happy late birthday to @reginald-stay09!! i'm so sorry it took me so long :(

𝙩/𝙬: use of dartboard, sorta rough/soft tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hyunjin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

As Hyunjin stood at the helm of the pirate ship, his eyes squinting toward the horizon, the salty sea breeze whipped through the air. He had been sure he could guide the crew to the treasure they were looking for, and they had been sailing for days.

Now, though, something felt off. The ocean appeared…different somehow, and all the well-known landmarks were gone. He looked at the map, then back at the open sea, and a knot grew in his stomach. Was I mistaken? He pondered, biting his lower lip in exasperation.

Squinting at the map, he tried to interpret the changing landmarks. It was intended that the island they were approaching would be directly in front of them, but all he could see was endless ocean. He flipped the map back and forth, tracing the lines with his fingers, but the more he looked, the more confused he became.

Hyunjin whispered to himself in mild concern, "Something doesn't seem right." Leaning forward, he tightened his hold on the wheel in an attempt to calm himself. Everything will be alright. I just need to get my bearings.

But it wasn’t fine. As they sailed further along, the landscape seemed to grow more unfamiliar. The burden of his responsibility was pressing down on him. He would be held accountable if he failed to get this right, leaving the crew stranded in the middle of nowhere. His stomach clenched as he thought, 'I can't mess this up.'

He glanced at the distant shore. It wasn’t what he expected to see. The coastline that should have been there was absent. Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled the wheel to one side, trying to get a better angle of the surrounding waters.

No, no, no. This isn’t right. He thought, panic beginning to creep in. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint the crew, especially not now, when they were so close to their goal.

Minho, ever the caring captain, scrunched his face in concern. "Jinnie? What's wrong?"

Instead of answering immediately, Hyunjin reached for the compass in his hand and tried to calm his breathing. His fingers shaking a little, he checked the map again. Although everything appeared to be in its proper place, the outside landscape conveyed an entirely different message. How could I have messed this up?

The crew sensed something was amiss and started to huddle around him before he could make up his mind. With his typical sense of urgency, Changbin squinted into the distance and climbed up to the helm first. "This isn't the place, Hyune? What happened?"

Hyunjin’s chest tightened as the realization set in. He had steered them off course, and now they were miles away from their destination. His confidence, which had once been unwavering, crumbled in the face of his mistake. The crew was counting on him, and he had failed them.

"I—I’m sorry," Hyunjin stammered, unable to look anyone in the eye. It was humiliating. He had one job and had failed. "I didn’t mean to. I must’ve misread the map or misjudged the course… I thought we were on track, but—"

Everyone stared. Jisung's eyes full of sympathy, Felix's full of concern, and Minho's full of pity. He couldn't take it.

"I guess I was wrong..." Hyunjin finished, his eyes darting to the floor as Chan worked on dropping the anchor and stopping the ship. "Hyunjin, it’s alright," He said, his voice warm but firm. "We’ll figure it out. We’ll retrace our steps, no worries."

But Hyunjin wasn’t convinced. The humiliation was already eating away at him. He had messed up. And worse, he had let his crew down. He could feel the eyes of the others on him, and the guilt burned brighter with every passing second. He wanted to make it right, but it was clear he was already spiraling into a sense of failure.

That’s when Minho stepped forward, an downright evil glint in his eye. "You know what we do when someone messes up on this crew, right?" He asked, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

Hyunjin blinked, confused. "What? No—I don’t—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin and Jisung were already moving toward him, and in a flurry of motion, the crew began to tie him to the large dartboard mounted on the ship’s wall. Hyunjin’s eyes widened in alarm, his protests muffled by the laughter of his crew. "Wait! Wait, this isn’t fair! What's going on?"

His pleas, however, were drowned out by the crew's loud cheering as they stuck him there. Minho pulled out a jar. "The Jar of Spots!" He announced.

"Everyone gets a spot..." Chan explained, passing the jar around. "And they get to tickle that spot as much as they want for the next five minutes."

Felix grins at Jinnie. "Think you can handle it?"

"NO!" wailed Hyunjin, who was now struggling against his bonds harder than ever. "Let me go...please!"

"Too late." Jeongin deadpanned, and it all started way too quickly for Hyunjin's liking.

Changbin said, "I got the ribs," in a humorous tone. "I think Hyunjin's ribs are a real weak spot."

When Hyunjin realized what Changbin was going to do, his breath caught. Before the crew started playing around, he had no idea how ticklish his ribs were. Changbin had no time to waste.

He quickly splayed his fingers across Hyunjin's ribs and pressed his hands into his sides. Hyunjin squealed as soon as his fingers touched, his body lurching forward as the ticklish sensation struck him hard.

"Wait, no!" It was too late when Hyunjin let out a loud scream. Changbin's hands started to move, finding every tender spot on Hyunjin's ribs as they went up and down. Hyunjin's throat began to erupt in uncontrollable laughter at once. He writhed hard, howling as his whole body tensed against the soft rope.

"STOHOP, stop—PLEHEHEHEASEE!! I CAHAHAHAN'T BREATHEEE!!" Hyunjin’s words were broken up by more desperate giggles, his body jerking as his ribs were poked and prodded. And worst of all, kneaded. He hated how ticklish his poor ribs felt when Changbin's strong thumbs pressed and tickled so hard it felt like his very soul was being driven out of him.

"NOHOHOHOHOT MY RIBS—PLEHEHEHEASE NOT MY RIBS!!" He begged mindlessly, and Changbin stopped, smiling softly at how Hyunjin panted softly, still giggling.

Seungmin grabbed the wheel's edge and spun it playfully and Hyunjin shrieked as his world began to spin in front of his eyes. Seung just laughed, having his fun, but stopped soon so Hyunjin didn't get dizzy.

"I got the sides~" Jisung sing-songed, moving to grab both sides and dig with his nails.

And Hyunjin? Oh, he lost it.

"NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEREEE NAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!"

Jisung kept going. Hyunjin tried to twist and writhe to get away, but the ropes held him firmly in place, and his laughter became louder and higher-pitched. He gasped for breath in between the fits of laughter, each piercing his body with a new wave of ticklish panic.

Jisung skillfully kept Hyunjin tense, his body so sensitive to the constant tickling, with his annoyingly light yet incredibly effective teasing touch. Hyunjin's laughter became more frantic with each movement, and the constant feeling made his stomach hurt, but there was no way out—only the never-ending, ticklish agony Jisung was prepared to inflict.

And it was intense...but god, he loved it.

Hyunjin tensed, knowing exactly what was coming, but before he could even brace himself, Seungmin’s fingers dug in with precision. The instant contact sent a shockwave through Hyunjin’s body, his breath catching in his throat as laughter exploded from his chest. Seungmin didn’t hold back, pressing into the soft skin under Hyunjin’s arms, his fingers wiggling and swirling in the most torturous way. Every movement was calculated, designed to keep Hyunjin squirming and gasping for air between desperate, uncontrollable giggles.

"SEUNGMIN—AAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAA!! PLEASE!!" screamed poor, poor Hyunjin, who was as pink as a rose at this point, laughing his head off, tiny tears clumping his eyelashes together.

And Jeongin decided he'd help his hyung out.

Hands, long, ticklish fingers, pressed into his hips and rolled in deep, ticklish circles, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but erupt into wild, uncontrollable laughter, his body jerking against the ropes, desperate to escape.

Hyunjin squealed, but Innie was merciless, increasing the pressure and moving faster. Hyunjin’s entire body jerked in fits, unable to escape the sensation as Seungmin’s fingers danced across his armpits like they were the most precious target. Each time Hyunjin thought he’d caught his breath, either Seung or Jeonginnie would dig in deeper, causing his laughter to spike even higher.

"STOHOHOHOP YOU BRAHAHAHAHATS!! YOU'RE SO MEEEEHEHEHEHEHEANN!!" Hyunjin screamed. The tickling didn’t stop, and all Hyunjin could do was laugh, his voice high-pitched, almost broken as the duo expertly tormented him.

"Okay, okay, give him a break, he looks ready to die." Changbin chuckled, and Hyune slumped as the hands finally left him alone.

That was until Chan and Felix stepped up.

Hyunjin absolutely howled when hands gently tickled into his inner thighs and knees at once. The simultaneous tickles drove him mad, and the next few minutes was so soft that Hyunjin could barely even hear anything over the sound of his own laughter. His giggles and soft squeaks earned rounds of cooing and soft teases, and he was such a mess.

"Nohohohhoo!! Thihis is UNFAHAIR!!" He wailed, and finally, another break.

Minho didn’t say a word when he approached. He just cracked his knuckles, tilted his head, and gave Hyunjin that infuriatingly calm, knowing smile. The kind of smile that said he already knew exactly what he was going to do, and he knew it was going to destroy Hyunjin.

Poor Hyunjin was already a wreck—flushed, giggling breathlessly, eyes wide with dread as Minho slowly lowered himself beside him. The others had tickled him, sure. But Minho was different. Minho was deliberate. Calculated. And above all, absolutely merciless when he wanted to be.

Hyunjin flinched the second Minho’s fingertips ghosted over his sides. “Don’t—Minho, please, please don’t,” He gasped, already twisting even though he was pinned down. “You’re so mean—you’re gonna kill me!”

Minho didn’t respond. He just chuckled lowly and leaned in.

And then he struck.

Both hands clamped around Hyunjin’s waist, thumbs digging into the soft spots along his sides, and Hyunjin exploded. His whole body jolted as he let out a wild, high-pitched scream of laughter. Minho's fingers weren’t chaotic or random—they moved in quick, practiced circles, squeezing right beneath Hyunjin’s ribs and then dragging down to his lower sides with his nails, pressing into the exact places that made Hyunjin’s hips buck off the board.

And Minho then leaned in close.

And blew a raspberry.

Right into his neck.

Hyunjin let out a howl, his whole body lifting off the ground as a buzzing sensation danced across the sensitive skin of his neck. It wasn’t just the vibration—it was the warmth of Minho’s breath, the tickle of his hair, the sheer surprise of it all—and then it happened again.

Another raspberry, this time longer, right beneath his ear. Then another, deeper into the curve of his neck. His laughter erupted into gasps and hiccups, tears streaming down his cheeks. His voice trembled as he pleaded, but Minho just kept going.

Minho alternated attacks—raspberries, digging fingers, light pinches at Hyunjin’s waist, and little scribbles under his arms when he tried to twist away. No matter how hard Hyunjin squirmed or cried or pleaded, there was no escape.

Every time he managed to suck in a breath, Minho would land another raspberry or press into that awful spot right above his hipbones, and Hyunjin would collapse into another fit of breathless cackling, especially as Min's signature move, slipping the dull tip of his hook right into his victim's belly button, sent Hyunjin into a horror-filled, cackling frenzy.

"This is revenge for earlier." Minho grinned against his ear.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! I CAHAHANT—NOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"

"Told you I was the meanest~"

ILL UPDATE THE ENDING LATER EHEHHEHE

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

To Start Anew (TF141xLATA!Reader) Ch. 5.2

I’m gonna start of by saying I’m so sorry for how long it took this get chapter out. NGL I was struggling with writers block real bad for this chapter. Rewrote it like 3 times. But here it is and I hope you guys enjoy it! There’s some drama on the rise!

Warning: Language, threatened violence

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-The next day-Reader’s POV-

You woke up to the sound of your phone chiming, your best friend’s text tone sounding through the room. Glancing at the constant brightness of your glowing screen as the messages keep coming through. Begrudgingly you reach for the device to see what’s going on, happy to find it’s just your friend making sure you're alright and having fun.

You shoot back a quick reply before sighing. ‘No use going back to sleep now.’ You stare at the ceiling for a minute before deciding to get up and semi start your day. The time on your phone read 7:45am, not even close to breakfast time and still too early for your alarm, you rub your eyes as you curse your friend’s antics.

Just as you start up the shower and are waiting for the water to heat up, your phone rings again. A call from your parents fighting with the alarm for 8am. You sigh and answer, “Hi mom. What’s up?” “Oh no, did we wake you? You sound tired.” “No mom, you didn’t wake me. I had to get up anyway.” “Okay well as long as you’re sure. How’s the trip going? Are you having fun? Exciting places to eat? Maybe someplace for me and your dad for a getaway?”

You laughed at your mom’s rapid fire questions. “Yeah mom I’m having fun, I mean as much as I can. There was this nice little mom and pop restaurant, the fettucini was amazing! You and dad should definitely come here for a romantic getaway, the view is amazing, the food and drinks are to die for!” Putting the phone on speaker you shower as you talk to your mom and dad, your sister cutting in to hear any dirty stories you may have.

After the call you finished getting ready, grabbed your stuff, and headed to meet the guys for breakfast before the hike. Your phone pings again, ignoring the message, thinking it was just your sister.

-3rd person-With the guys-

They were up bright and early as usual. Simon had gone for a run on the beach in the early hours of sunrise, Johnny and Gaz joining him while Price lounged around on the veranda smoking a cigar waiting for them to return. The three returned around 7:50am, Price seeing that their lady friend was also awake, he turned away to grab a shower before the others.

After an hour they’re all clean and presentable, grabbing their packs and heading to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. They see you sitting there at a table, surrounded by four other chairs, obviously waiting for them. They make their way to you, Simon announcing their presence. “Wait long, Dove?” You quickly looked up from staring into your coffee, ignoring the pings of your phone.

”Oh, uh no not really. Maybe 5 minutes at best, got an early start thanks to one of my friends waking me up to make sure I'm enjoying myself.” They all nod, taking their seats as the waiter comes back to hand out menus and drinks.

Breakfast is a slow affair, they have all day to get to the trails. “Got everythin you need for the hike then?” “I think so? My dad packed it for me before I left for the trip.” You open it for them to see inside and they nod in approval and you reseal it. Rustling paper grabs everyone’s attention, turning to see John pulling out the map of the trails around the area.

”Right. So there’s a trail that goes through the beach, one through the forestry area, and one that’s a bit of a hike up to that little cliff. What do we feel like?” There’s a calm quiet at the table as everyone thinks about how much exercise they want that day. It’s a long discussion but the guys leave the final delicious to you. “I’m good with either one! Honestly!” John shakes his head, “Not good enough luv. How much do you really wanna work out today?”

They look at you as you think over your answer. Before the words even leave your mouth Johnny is talking, “And dinnae go givin us any a tha ‘Don’t wanna be a bother’ nonsense, hen. Ye couldna be a bother if ye wanted.” They chuckle as you pout, “Damn am I that obvious already? Fine, I’m gonna be honest I was hoping for an easy trail. So maybe the beach one? Wait, would we have to change then?” “Nope. Shouldn’t be any reason to.”

Everyone nods as John pays the bill for breakfast, ignoring your pleas to pay for your part. “Nonsense dear, now off we go.” You huff at his chuckle before following behind him back to the guys. The walk to the trail was peaceful, filled the songs of birds, laughter, and the chatter of the other hotel guests. Finding the marker for the trail was easy and you all began the very leisurely hike. Your phone still pings away in your bag drawing the attention of the guys, “Popular today, huh? Might be important, Luvie, s’been goin off all day.” Simon asks.

”I think it’s just my family and friends? I probably should check it though. They usually never text consistently unless it’s in the family chat.” They stop under a nice shady cliffside while she digs her phone out of her bag. It’s seconds as she unlocks it to see the 25+ messages from her sister and a few missed calls from Jack, this was definitely important. Just as you were about to tap on your sister’s stream of texts another call came in from Jack, you looked to the guys and they nodded, sitting down and pulling out some snacks for a break.

You answer, dread filling your body. “Uh hey, Jack. What’s the, uh…what’s up?” “Where are you? Like right now? You might need to sit down.” You pull in a breath, ”Is everything okay? I only just talked to everyone this morning.” “Everyone is fine but this isn’t about the friends and family.” You hear Jack take a deep breath, “He’s at the resort. Right now. He…he hopped on a plane to track you down there and ask for you to come back to him like a couple days ago. He just landed and checked in. Thought i should warn you.” You go stiff before your eyes start welling up with tears.

”Please tell me this is just a really bad fuckin joke made in bad taste Jack or I swear to god I’ll-…!” “Roight. You’ve made the woman cry enough, mate. What’s the deal ruining the hike for her?” “Who are you? Hand her the phone back, this is important.” “Well, so is her wellbeing. So speak.” “Simon-…” The sharp look Simon gives you is nothing short of a ‘sit down and eat’ the same your dad used to give you as a kid.

You hear Jack rattling off what he told you to Simon who nods and grunts his affirmatives. “He’s here huh? Well guess we’re just gonna have to take care of that for her then.” “You must be one of the military guys her mom and sister were going on about. Didn’t think she’d be hanging around with anyone. Tell her I’m sorry for ruining the mood, but she needed to know. Didn’t want him taking her by surprise.” Simons grunts before hanging up the call.

As he hands you your phone back he stares into your eyes, softness leaking into them at your tear streaked face and trembling lips. “Won’t let him bother you. Be a dead man before he reaches your eyesight, love.” You nod and he lets you cry into his shirt, clutching it like a lifeline. Once you calm down the five of you enjoy a semi peaceful lunch by the water bore finishing your hike.

Gaz, Johnny and Simon are at the front discussing something in hushed tones while Price walks beside you. “You alright, sunshine?” You look at him before nodding. “Not where I wanted to have the final, inevitable showdown but I know it was bound to happen whether it be here or when I get back home.” John nods in understanding. “Well since this seems to have messed up your fun, how about we make it better?” “Are we gonna feed him to the sharks? That might be fun.”

John full on laughs at this causing you to laugh as well. “You got a thing for sharks?” You shrug, “I just think they’re neat. Lemon sharks will literally get jealous if a diver is paying attention to another shark.” “Learn something new everyday I guess. So, how about I take you out for coffee? If you want to, of course.” “Like…like a date?” You watch as he raises an eyebrow, smirk going across his features. “Doesn’t have to be. Could just be as friends. Could even use it as a way to make sure your ex doesn’t bother you.”

The blush that spreads across your face has John thinking impure thoughts. He takes a deep breath, trying to put the feelings to the back of his mind. ‘Don’t even think about it. Especially right now.’ Is what he tells himself, doesn’t think the situation would be appropriate for those feelings, but the doe eyed look you give him as you say yes makes it hard on him and he knows he’s gonna need a minute alone later on.

”Tomorrow then? I’ll pick you up at your room, let's say about 8?” You nod and John smiles. The others yell to you both as you had fallen behind due to your conversation. You both catch up to them and finish the hike, taking a lovely little group photo in front of the ocean to commemorate finishing the hike. They each give you their numbers to share the photo before they walk you back to your room.

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Taglist: @cumikering @catmouseggy @hearmesingoutfromthelostandfound

[peace-hunter]

the struggle of having to fight your best friend and be serious about it when the two of you have the same sense of humor and were each other's "yes and-" partner for years </3

anyway. de verdad es tu mejor amigo si no joteas con él cada que puedes 🤭??

haunted au (<- just a little bit tho lmao)

chat transcript under the readmore lol

nexus: he's far too close :/

solus: get him away!!1!!

alchemist: you have to distract him

zeta: throw him off balance

liege: flirt with him lol

zeta: what no

vector: DO NOT

alchemist: bad idea bad idea bad idea

megatronus: i'm disowning you if you do

nexus: no way he's doing that

solus: holy frag he did it

micronus: HOLY FRAG HE DID IT LMAOOO

megatronus: I'M NEVER TALKING TO EITHER OF YOU EVER AGAIN

liege: YES YES YES LET'S FRAGGING GOOOOOO

zeta: OPTIMUS PRIME WE DO NOT FLIRT WITH THE ENEMY

vector: if you get out of this alive i'm dragging you to the allspark myself do you hear me

megatronus: I'M DISOWNING BOTH OF YOU

nexus: DO YOU WANT HIM TO GET CLOSER

alchemist: TERRIBLE IDEA TERRIBLE IDEA TERRIBLE IDEA

prima: everyone stfu right now!!

liege: ABORT ABORT ABORT ABORT HE'S INTO IT

alchemist: WORST IDEA EVER WORST IDEA EVER TERRIBLE NO GOOD WORST IDEA EVER

megatronus: IF HE EVEN THINKS ABOUT IT I'M CRAWLING OUT OF HTE ALLSPAPRK AND OFFLINING HIM MYSELF

zeta: GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY

solus: OH NO HE'S A FREAK TOO

vector: I FRAGGING TOLD YOU

prima: OPTIMUS PRIME YOU ARE GROUNDED

micronus: KICK HIM IN THE NUTS

nexus: WHY ON PRIMUS' NAME ARE YOU BLUSHING

onyx: THIS IS NOT THE TIME OPTIMUS

megatronus: I SWEAR IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT I'M DRAGGIN YOU BOTH TO THE PIT

zeta: WE DO NOT FLIRT WITH THE ENEMY AND WE ARE NOT SEDUCED BY THE ENEMY EITHER

[lcs-scar]

PLEAS PLEAS PLLEEEEAASSSS

Can you draw some pete content?? 🙌🙌🙏🙏🙏🙇🙇🙇

THAK YOU IF ITS YES

sure!!

[gastersreturn]

I can see Papyrus trying to do father-son bonding things with Gaster, like asking to be carried even though he most likely is taller than Gaster.

Oh he sure would, I'm pretty sure Aster would be perfectly incapable to carry Papyrus now

Poor guy is too old for this shit xD

And since you mentionned it, I'll take this as an opportunity to say it

Papyrus IS taller than Aster, and I absolutely love this xD Sans is off competition, he's not even trying x)

[craykaycee]

*casually moves a pointy laser when Moon passed* 737 don't mind me, just checking if the gremlin have real cat senses

I think he likes it

[occudo]

Wanted to share I now have Gertrude judging everything I do at my job. I will make her proud somehow. (I work as a medical assistant)

No, that's noo- Gertrude is not - she doesn't give you the best workplace related advice-

listen to Martin instead, he is proud of you

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

do you think alhaitham is a yearner for kaveh or the other way around

Anon thank you so much for this ask <3 it turns out that this is more complicated than I thought. since alhaitham is so embarrassingly obvious, I think kaveh’s own version of ‘yearning’ can be overlooked, so thank you for giving me an opportunity to explore both! I am using your ask as an excuse to show how embarrassing alhaitham is, he has no shame!! therefore i've had to split this answer into two posts!

alhaitham essentially building his life around kaveh being a part of it is ultimate down bad behaviour:

the house: alhaitham’s character stories give us very little about alhaitham’s life after his fallout with kaveh and his graduation. we’re told that he moves out of his grandmother’s house to move into the research facility gifted to him and kaveh? and it’s only after he moves in that he’s told by a third-party that kaveh has no need for the property, so only then does he convert the property into a house

So it seems he moved in with some expectation of encountering kaveh at some point, especially considering it was their joint property. There’s no reason given why he opted to move out of his grandmother’s house but I think it's interesting that kaveh’s character stories detail that a house is not a home without other occupants who understand him without words, which causes him to sell his parents’ house as he was the only occupant, which parallels with alhaitham moving out of a house in which he also is the sole occupant, into a property which ties him and kaveh together

The bulletin boards/academic journals: although it isn’t specified who made the first journal critique, if it falls in line with alhaitham incessantly responding to all of kaveh’s bulletin board points, I’d like to think that alhaitham reached out first here, just as he moved into their joint property without actually knowing that kaveh had no use for it – although they had separated at this point, regardless of who reached out first, alhaitham was still actively pursuing kaveh’s perspective here, as this was the only instance of kaveh being in his life… oh….

during the archon quest: alhaitham mentioning kaveh without any prompt whatsoever lives in my head, even more so that this seems to be a musing that he didn’t even mean to say out loud? Sick!!

And when kaveh eventually returns, alhaitham says that he doesn’t want to have to explain the whole thing to kaveh, so he should leave the house of daena before kaveh returns, but he doesn’t?

Special mention of the gathering in the grand bazaar where alhaitham equates his own happiness to that of the people of the gathering, and then immediately mentions how he must have taken both keys leaving the house, indicating that another reason for his happiness increased because kaveh has returned, and that his way of life has been maintained - meaning that kaveh is one of his priorities (i brainrot more about this here)

Alhaitham’s story quest: the motif of kaveh ensuring alhaitham’s content is returned to with force in alhaitham’s story quest with establishing kaveh as someone alhaitham chooses not to be objective about, with kaveh being framed as alhaitham’s priority

(additionally, this expression, absolutely criminal)

kaveh’s hangout and voice lines: kaveh is shown once again to be an exception to alhaitham’s objectivity, as alhaitham inserts himself into kaveh’s ‘fate’ to offer him a place to stay when kaveh’s choices led him to selling his house, having no place to go – this overturns alhaitham’s principle of being uninvolved with people’s fates, and pulling kaveh back to shore, as opposed to standing on the sidelines

kaveh’s hangout is really special to me as it showcases alhaitham’s whole understanding of kaveh, not only his inner psyche, but also how to secure kaveh’s happiness through an indirect action, as kaveh’s heart meter increases once seeing the response a student wrote to his annotations, it demonstrates that alhaitham’s care towards kaveh is most explicitly shown with actions

a parade of providence: alhaitham becomes the event's commentator solely to investigate Sachin to see if he influenced kaveh’s father, attempting to give kaveh closure and alleviate his self-destructive mindset. in the same vein, alhaitham leaves kaveh note that in a language the two learnt together for their thesis commenting on kaveh's ideologies and how it can lead to suffering.

this really solidifies that alhaitham's care is demonstrated in actions, and that a shift in communication is needed to properly show this. It’s here that alhaitham’s actions are the most explicit, and this leads to the major improvement in their relationship (which i explore more in detail here)

cyno's second story quest: thank you for chronic book gripper alhaitham reading his book when kaveh is out of the living room, and immediately putting it down when kaveh enters and begins telling alhaitham about his day, for alhaitham to encourage.

the animation that was so essential for the devs to include of alhaitham watching kaveh sketch when kaveh’s back was turned is such a comic example of yearning, it’s actually ridiculous

also alhaitham smiling when being asked to stay in the house of daena to work with kaveh??

alhaitham is one big yearner, he is that guy and he has no interest in beating the allegations!

the second part of this answer will explore kaveh's version of yearning!