#I've been sitting on this AU for literal months no joke

[wonustars]

𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘸𝘢𝘺

I recommend listening to Still by Jeff Bernat while reading the first part!

Summary: It’s been a year since you and your ex-boyfriend, Wonwoo, had broken up. You have been having a hard time getting over him, no thanks to the fact you share mutual friends. Friends who liked to constantly update you on how he’s doing. After having no contact for the past 12 months, you two end up at the same party.

Tags: angst, fluff, hurt and comfort, smut (mdni) j.ww x reader, nonidol! au, nonidol!wonwoo, exbf!wonwoo, jealous!wonwoo, mentions of most svt members (S.Coups, Jeonghan, Hoshi, Minghao, Mingyu Seungkwan.), exes to lovers, y/n has way too much pride, pining over eachother during the whole party omf, they both assume too much, a little mingyu x reader if you squint, low tolerance hoshi as always, mingyu is bullied but thats normal atp.

Smut Tags/Warnings: smut mdni! dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, afab!reader, bathroom sex, p in v sex, semi-public sex, fingering, literally one spank (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, tiniest bit of degradation, praise, lots of petnames (baby, princess, love,). if i've missed anything lmk! :}

Word count: 4556 words.

Note: HELLO OOMFG, my first ever seventeen fic has now graced this website. literally no one asked for this… i just love wonwoo. I can't believe i even finished this with how hectic school is wtf. any ways this is my first Wonwoo fic and i'm very excited and NERVOUS to share it with you all...... anyways i hope u like it haha. lmk what you guys think of it PLEASE i want feedback, i crave feedback. love u all enjoy hfiasuheiuhafsi.

SMUT UNDERNEATH THIS CUT. MDNI! 18+.

After a year of not seeing one another, the pang in your heart never subsided. The thought of even breathing the same air as him was already causing you to feel the uneasiness boiling in your stomach. You heard from everyone how well he’s doing without you, you didn’t want to have to see it with your own eyes too. 

Unassumingly, you walked into Soonyoung’s apartment expecting to be greeted by the host himself. Instead, you donned upon a familiar set of eyes. Soft brown eyes, the same ones that you looked into every morning for three years. 

You tried your best to act ok, but the familiar ache in your chest was creeping in once again. The same ache that hasn’t left for the past 12 months. The same ache that hasn’t left since you watched him walk out your front door. 

The two of you are still standing there. Awkwardness started to settle in. You clear your throat and attempt to give your best poker face. 

“Hi, uhm is Soonyoung in there?” You Inquire. Cursing yourself mentally due to the audible shake in your voice. 

“Hey Y/n long time no see, and yeah he’s already become good friends with his toilet. You know how he gets with alcohol.” He chuckled. 

Now you’re mentally cursing him. He looks so composed compared to you. He’s even joking around with you. You have half the mind to back out and just drive home. But you can't. You can't because it’ll make you look like he still has an effect on you. Even though you’re not over him you still have some pride left in you. 

“Oh haha that doesn’t sound too good. Anyways, it’s nice seeing you again but I’m gonna go and greet everyone now.” You declare, eyes not even meeting him. If they did you wouldn’t be able to stay calm any longer. 

His hair got longer, you thought to yourself. He looked so good even after all this time. The thick rimmed glasses he wore complimented his features well. Alongside the creme knit sweater, the sleeves sitting above his elbows. It gives you a good view of his strong forearms. The same ones that held you while you fell asleep every night. 

“It’s nice seeing you too Y/n.” His voice is almost a whisper. Eyes scanning your face for any type of reaction. 

To Wonwoo’s dismay you only nod your head half-heartedly and trudge past him. He can feel his heart skip a beat, with both joy and sadness. Being able to see you is so bittersweet, and you still look as good as you did when he last saw you a year ago. 

He watches you make your way through the room. Your eyes particularly light up as you spot Mingyu. Curious eyes peer over to your frame and see how Mingyu engulfs you into a tight hug. Wonwoo's fists ball up tightly and he shuts the door with more force than normal. 

If things were different, it would be him that has his arms around you. Not his best friend.

You laugh at Mingyu's joke, but you’re still conscious of the pair of eyes that are burning into your back. You didn’t have to turn around to know who was staring at you. A part of you is happy, why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? The other part of you is anxious. Why is Wonwoo keeping his eyes on you? 

“We’ve really missed you around here y/n.” Mingyu's soft voice brings you back to reality. 

“I’ve missed you guys too, Gyu.” You professed. Your hand moves to give his bicep a reassuring pat. To the two of you it’s nothing but a friendly gesture. To Wonwoo, it appears to be more than that. 

His jealousy is brewing in the pit of his stomach. 

You, on the other hand, are very aware of the way Wonwoo is eyeing you and Mingyu. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that Wonwoo is jealous of Mingyu. As much as you want that to be the actual reason, you suppress your inner thoughts. Instead, you let Mingyu continue to talk your ear off about why he thinks Lane's character deserved a better ending in Gilmore Girls. 

…

Hours passed and the party has dyed down considerably. The only

people left at Sooyoung's apartment are now sitting around chatting in the living room. Everyone but Soonyoung (who Jeonghan and Minghao eventually put to rest in his room) have been engaging in the group’s conversation. 

“Haha, Hey Mingyu! Remember that time you tried to do a flip in the pool just to impress Y/n?” Jeonghan decided to make up a game called Mingyu's embarrassing moments. Group bonding he likes to call it. You can't help but laugh at the way the boys like to tease Mingyu. 

Though you found it surprising that Mingyu's failed flip was because he was trying to gain your attention. 

“I’m sick of you guys bringing that up! My back hurt for a whole week..” Mingyu huffs, he looks at you with a pout. Allyou can do is giggle. 

“It’s ok Gyu, you can show me your flip the next time we go to the pool!” You try not to burst into laughter as you reassuringly pat his shoulder. In the middle of all of this you felt a pair of eyes on you the whole time. Without even turning to look you knew who it was.

Excusing yourself to go to the washroom, you let the group continue to share their favourite moments of Mingyu embarrassing himself.

While you stood there, eyes closed, a sigh left your lips. All your energy had been drained from the party. Especially because 90% of your brain power had been used on looking at Wonwoo without making it obvious. You couldn’t help but steal glances, especially because he looked so good sitting there laughing with the guys. 

The tap was still running when you heard the door open and shut firmly behind you. You look up at the mirror to see a pair of cat-like eyes staring back at you. The squeeze in your chest intensifies. Out of all the people who could be in this small space with you right now, it’s him. 

“Are you and Mingyu a thing?” He cuts to the chase. Wonwoo was never the type to beat around the bush. Whenever he was curious about something he would ask. He finds it exhausting to play coy. It doesn’t make sense to him. 

You cough due to the awkward atmosphere. “W-what? Of course not! Me and Mingyu are just friends. He’s your best friend Wonwoo. I would never do that to you.” 

“I’m sorry I just don’t like the way you two seem so close.” He deflates. His eyes are still piercing into your soul. 

“Why? He’s both our friend Won.” You retort. His nickname leaves your lips so easily. The blush spreads across your cheeks in a matter of seconds. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this close to him. Since you’ve last called him by his nickname. 

“It’s the way he’s always trying to get your attention. I think he likes you Y/n.” Wonwoo sighs, he hates that you're so oblivious to Mingyu’s advances. Everyone but you seems to see the double meaning to his actions. 

“Even if Mingyu does like me, I would kindly reject him.” You assure him. You’re not sure why though, you two aren’t even together anymore. Following that thought, your heart aches once again. 

We’re not together anymore, you repeat in your head. 

You turn around to face him. With your backside pressed up against the bathroom counter, your breath gets caught in your throat. 

“My love, why did we even break up?” Wonwoo questioned you with a sad expression. You frowned. You recall the last few weeks before you broke up with him. 

He was so respectful of your decision it almost seemed like he wanted it to happen too. 

“Because I could tell that the last thing you needed was a relationship. Work was hectic for you, I was barely around because of my last year at school. It just felt like we were always at two different places. I loved you but I don’t think it would’ve been long before we called it quits. I just decided-.” He cuts you off. 

“Yes. You decided without me. We could’ve made it work. But you decided to break it off when it could’ve been fixed easily. I didn’t put up a fight when it happened because you seemed so sure that you didn’t love me anymore.” The tears in your eyes were threatening to spill. His face is so close to yours. The proximity of both your bodies. It was so much of him after not having him at all for so long. 

“I’m sorry, I just thought about what’s best for you.” You countered. A pout settling on your face. His arms are placed on the counter, gripping the marble on each side of you, locking you in. 

“There you go again, making decisions for the both of us.” His voice barely above a whisper. 

Wonwoo's eyes are still trained on yours, and you can’t seem to look away. The sparkle isn’t there anymore. It hasn’t been there since the day you left him. 

“Baby tell me you don’t love me anymore. Tell me that so I can move on. Because everyday that I’m not waking up beside you is another day my heart breaks a little more. I can’t even breathe properly without you. So please, just tell me you don’t love me.” The crack in his voice causes a tear in your heart. He’s begging you, the desperation in his words are clear. 

You look down. Wonwoo's knuckles are turning white because of how hard he’s gripping the countertop. The both of you are breathing heavily, and you fear that he can hear how hard your heart is pounding. 

“I’m sorry Won, but I can’t do that.” You murmured. “As much as I want you to be happy, I can’t tell you that I don’t love you. I don’t think I can ever stop.” 

“If you love me then come back to me. Please Y/n whatever it was that caused us to break up, we can fix it.” Pleading you, he grabs your face with his large hands. The motion makes you look back up into his eyes. He’s crying. 

The tears in his eyes slip gracefully down his face. Even in this sad moment he still looked so beautiful. A blush prominent on his cheeks and the tip of his nose. His long lashes wet with tears. Sorrow somehow makes him look so pretty in the dull lighting of the bathroom. 

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest and your tongue dry. What are you even meant to say? Is it worth it to come back to a relationship you thought you couldn’t salvage? As much as you love Wonwoo, you two had so much ahead of you. His career was clearly taking off before you broke up with him and you just didn’t want to hold him back. You needed love, you needed attention but he just became too busy, rightfully so. You would never blame him for prioritizing his work, even if it meant straining your relationship. 

On the other hand you were in the final stages of completing your thesis. The two of you were always missing each other. He was always coming home in the later hours of the night while you were still asleep, and by the time it was morning the bed was neatly made beside him. 

“Won, I love you, I do. But I can tell you’re better off without me. From what Cheol and the boys are saying, you’re happy. I even heard you're dating again.” you chuckle bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from crying. 

“No Y/n, I’m fucking miserable without you. I don’t care what the boys are saying. I only went on a date because Soonyoung said it would be good to try again, but I can’t do it. I can’t because it's not you. And I can’t stand the thought of you ending up with someone else. I want to be your last. I miss waking up to you every morning, and I miss the way the house smelt when you were still around. I even miss the way you would snore in your sleep. I need you in my life, but if you don’t feel the same way anymore then I won’t bother you anymore. You won’t have to worry about me.” Wonwoo’s voice cracks, the desperation clear in his voice. 

His hands are still caging you in, the proximity becoming overwhelming. Your faces are inches apart, and all you can smell is his peach scented cologne. His scent only ever reminded you of home. God why was he so good with his words, you thought. The tears in your eyes start to fall. Fuck. This is not how you thought this night was going to go. 

“I love you Wonwoo.” is all you can say in response. It comes out as a whisper as the gap between you two starts to fade. 

Your lips move against his with fluidity. He feels the same way he did a year ago, you thought. The sound of the running tap and the sounds of kissing fill the small bathroom. Wonwoo’s hands move from the countertop to your waist, gripping you tight. As if you were about to disappear into thin air if he let you go. 

All you could think about at that moment was that he felt so good on top of you. Your bodies pressed up against each other once again. You haven’t been with anyone since the two of you broke up, you just couldn’t do it. No one could get you as turned on as Wonwoo does. It doesn’t feel right unless it's him, it doesn’t feel right to have anyone inside you except him. 

Wonwoo still has his iron grip on you, but now his hands are creeping under your shirt to feel your bare waist. You don’t stop him, if anything you want him to keep going. Fuck everyone who can hear you outside. Right now, at this moment, it's just you and him. 

Both of your breathing becomes laboured as you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His mouth finally leaves yours; looking at you again with those piercing eyes. Staring back with the same intensity you just smile and place a hand on his cheek. He breaks the contact only to dive into your neck, kissing and licking every square inch he has access to. You can only whimper as you feel him marking you up. Even though it's a bad idea for him to leave hickies, he can’t help it. Wonwoo wants to show you how badly he’s missed you. 

You two are close enough in distance that you can feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. He’s rubbing himself against you as he licks up your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. 

“Hmm feels good baby,” you whisper, as you move your head to give him more surface area. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your hand gripping his bicep to keep you grounded throughout all the pleasure. It’s been so long since you’ve been touched like this, you can’t help but feel sensitive to every miniscule touch that you’re receiving. 

“I need you so bad Won,” you whimper to him. His hold on you tightens at your words. All of this feels like a dream that you don’t want to wake up from. Wonwoo’s lips feathering soft kisses against your skin as he holds you; it just feels too good to be true. 

“Shh I know baby, I’ll give you what you want, just let me savour you for a bit.” He whispers back in your ear, one hand slowly moving towards your chest. His hand was fully under your shirt by this point. You force him to reconnect his lips with yours again, kissing him harder. You pull away again just to take off your shirt, your bra following without a second to spare. Not wasting any time your pants come off next, leaving you fully naked against the sink. 

Before you can take off any of Wonwoo’s clothes he stops you, his eyes dark with want. Moving you to sit on top of the counter, he spreads your legs. You sit there with anticipation as he massages your thighs, admiring your glistening pussy. He hasn’t done much but he still looked so attractive under the fluorescent light. Your walls lining with slick the more you looked at him. Fingers creeping close to where you need him most, he plays with your wetness. You sigh, the relief washing over you as he rubs slow, lazy circles on your clit. 

“Need more, please baby.” you whine, grabbing his wrist to bring him closer to your entrance. He pulls back with a tsk. 

“No love, let me play with you for a bit.” He’s not asking, and you know how he gets when you two are like this. You’ve always been a brat with him, and he was never one to give in. Always playing the long game, edging you until you beg him to let you cum. Today was not the day to play games with you though. 

“No. Wanna feel you inside me now.” you demand, leading his hands towards your soaking cunt. 

He can only sigh, giving into you for the first time. 

“This is the only time I’m letting you get what you want. Next time you better be begging for me.” He looked serious, and you know not to play brat any more than you have now. 

Without warning he shoves two fingers inside of you. Letting out a moan, you throw your head back. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spread your legs further. Wonwoo curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you, feeling how wet you are for him. He can’t help but grin to himself. He knows he’s the only one who can get you this needy, and he's enjoying every single second of it. 

Your moans get louder and he slaps his other hand over your mouth. 

“If you wanna be a good little whore for me, you better keep quiet. Can’t have the others hearing you now, isn’t that right baby?” he spits. You can only nod, your brows furrowing with pleasure. 

“You're so wet already, this is just for me isn't it?” he hums, picking up the speed as he finger fucks you. You moan against his hand, not being able to give a proper response due to all the pleasure. You forgot how good his fingers feel compared to your own. They fill you up so well, not even your vibrator can make you feel this good. 

He continues with his ministrations, the sounds of your wet folds squelching echoes inside the bathroom. Your mind wanders to whether or not the guys can hear you, but they quickly dissipate as his thumb finds your clit once again. Rubbing it in perfect rhythm with his fingers. The familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching creeps up on you. 

“G-gonna cum Won.” you breathe out. His hand leaves your mouth, replacing it with his lips. The speed of his fingers increases, the other hand fondling your tits to get you closer to the edge. You moan into the kiss as relief washes over you, your cunt dripping with cum. It covers his hands and your inner thighs. Before you could say anything, Wonwoo shoves his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. 

“Good job baby, you’re doing so well for me aren’t you?” He chuckles as you obediently lick up your cum from his fingers. The praise and your recent orgasm makes your head dizzy. 

Opening your mouth you remove his fingers. You pout and pull him closer to you, and he goes back to placing his hands at each of your sides on the counter, leaning in to give you a peck on your lips. 

“Want your cock, please baby.” you whine, grabbing the ends of his sweater to attempt to lift it off of him. He can only laugh at how needy you are for him. “Wanna feel you cum inside me please.” 

“Only because you asked so nicely.” 

He removes his clothes quickly, both your bodies buzzing with anticipation. His pants pooling at his ankles, and his member stands hard and leaking with pre cum. Your mouth can’t help but water. As much as you want to suck him off right now, you don’t. Mentally leaving a note to yourself to ask him about it next time. Next time, you thought. It still sounded funny considering you haven’t been with him like this in a long time. 

Parting your legs apart further, Wonwoo moves in between them, his hands guiding his dick towards your entrance. Teasingly he rubs himself against your cunt, collecting your juices for an easier entrance. You look down between the two of you and your pussy clenches at how big he is.

“Stop teasing please, I want you inside me now.” you beg, pushing your hips to meet his. He just chuckles, shaking his head before he forces his cock past your folds. 

Gasping at the sudden intrusion, he doesn’t give you time to adjust; grabbing your thighs to hook them between his arms, spreading you further. It gives him a new angle to fuck into you deeper, his thrusts fast and hard just how you’ve always liked it. The pleasure becomes more overwhelming with every move he makes. The feeling of his hard member rubbing against your gummy walls sends you into overdrive. He continues to hit that spot in you that you know no one else can reach. The vigour in every movement causes slapping sounds to fill the room alongside the wet sounds of his cock entering in and out of you. If anything it just turns you one even more. 

“Feels so good baby, keep going.” You moan as he places his mouth around your nipple sucking on it as he continues to fuck you. He moves your legs once again to place them around his hips, allowing his free hand to rub your clit once more. The feeling of it all is hitting you hard, especially with how sensitive you are from the previous orgasm. 

“So fucking tight for me princess.” Wonwoo grunts, his words causing you to clench around him even harder. He’s groaning above you, trying hard to not cum for as long as possible. You’re already drunk off his cock but he wants to savour every moment of this. The uncertainty of it all is keeping him from cumming too quickly. 

The moans coming from your mouth only get louder the more he plays with your clit, and before you know it you’re coming undone for the second time tonight. But Wonwoo perseveres, his thrusts never falter. Not until you feel his member twitch inside you. 

“Cum inside me Won, wanna be filled up please.” you’re blubbering at this point, overstimulated and overwhelmed. You just want to feel his cum spurt into your hole. He groans at how the filthy words spewing from your lips, causing him to release inside you. You whimper against his shoulder, feeling the hot white liquid spilling into your pussy. As you clench around him once more you bring his face to yours, giving a deep and meaningful kiss. 

“Come home with me. I’m not done with you.” He demands. His dick still inside of you, he refuses to pull out, finding comfort in your warmth. 

“I’ll do whatever you want Jeon Wonwoo, as long as I get to ride you later.” you laugh, removing yourself from his grip. He smiles, the pink tinge apparent on his cheeks. 

You hop off the counter to put on your clothes, and as you bend down to grab your things you feel a sharp slap hit your ass. Yelping, you turn to give him a dirty look. He can only smile mischievously, the sight of his cum leaking from your pussy lips onto your thighs is turning him on again. As he gets dressed his head fills with intrusive thoughts, ultimately, he decides to save it for later. 

The two of you end up leaving the bathroom just to see everyone still drinking and talking in a circle. All the attention turns towards the two of you. Out of all the people you can’t help but notice the way Mingyu isn’t his usual cheerful self, the difference earlier on in the party is a stark contrast from his current mood. Your thoughts are cut off by Seungkwan’s voice. 

“Finally! My god, we didn’t know when you two were gonna make up, its been to fucking long.” he exasperates, both you and Wonwoo giggle bashfully. 

“For real, the tension between the both of you was too thick. All you needed was a good fuck.” Jeonghan chimes in, giving you two a suggestive wink. 

You feel the heat rise creep up your neck to cheeks. In the heat of the moment the bathroom fuck was good, but you know the boys aren’t going to let you two live it down. They never do, Mingyu being a prime example. 

“Ok ok, I hope you all got your jokes in. Me and Y/n are going home.” Wonwoo announces, leading you to the doorway with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Good night guys!” You bid them farewell and you make your way out of Soonyoung’s apartment. They all say their goodnights to you two, along with some cheers at the news that you and Wonwoo are back to normal.

The two of you walk towards Wonwoo’s car, his hand entangled with yours; holding you tight to ensure you don’t leave him again. The fall breeze sends chills down your spine, the leaves dancing in circles along the pavement. Wonwoo pulls you in closer, trying to preserve your warmth. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he just knew, even when you didn’t say anything. 

As you reach the destination of his car, he opens the door for you. Letting you get comfortable before climbing in himself and turning it on to start. The radio immediately connects to his phone, the song humming quietly in the background. Wonwoo’s hand finds yours again, looking at you with warm eyes. He places a quick peck on your lips before pulling away. There’s only one destination for him in mind. 

“Home?” he asks. 

“Home.” you respond.

© wonustars

a/n: there you have it kind reader! you've reached the end. i hope you enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it :D leave a like, comment or even a reblog!!! i wanna hear your thoughts. mwah mwah, anna <3.

plz note: 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙞’𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 !

[hard-core-super-star]

for your love, i'll do whatever you want... [K.Bishop]

pairing: alpha!kate bishop x omega!reader

summary: omega heats are incredibly unbearable, thankfully kate knows just what to do to make you feel better.

warnings: shameless smut -> minors, you're not allowed [omegaverse au {written by someone who has very minimal understanding of the logistics and makes everything up on the spot}; omega in heat = needy alpha kate; fingering {R receiving}; so much praise; technically pet play but only if you squint {kate does call R puppy more than few times}; finger-sucking {i couldn't resist}]

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: i have no explanation for this, i just...think she's neat. i read literally one omegaverse au fic and now i have brainrot. clearly, the only solution was to pass it on to all of you. i've never written anything like this before so uh...be warned, i guess. once again, this is about the closest i'll get to doing kinktober but this variant of kate [along with vampire!kate] might be sticking around, we'll see. also, believe it or not i did some world-building but tried not to include too much and just focused on the filth. you're welcome, i guess?

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The sound of the bedroom door opening makes your tired eyes snap open. You blink the drowsiness away long enough to recognize Kate’s frame as she slips into the room. Her steps are slow, almost bordering on hesitant, but the mere sound of her boots on the floor makes your heart race.

The archer had been gone for what felt like months. In reality, she was only gone for four days. Not even a full week had passed without her and yet you’ve been desperate for her return since the moment she walked out the door. 

You assumed it was only due to the strong bond, and slight dependence, that had started to form since the brunette brought you to her apartment a few months ago. She’d rescued you from a cruel living situation and shown you kindness you never even thought was possible.

Especially from such a dominant alpha. 

But Kate’s nothing like all the alpha’s you’re used to. She’s all soft chuckles, understanding looks, and feather-light touches. The literal definition of care lies in the depths of her pale blue eyes. 

It’s truly no surprise, then, that you fell for her instantly. 

And it’s even less of a surprise that being without her triggered an avalanche of feelings that resulted in your heat. A heat you were forced to endure on your own with no gentle touches or whispered praise.

Until now.

“y/n.” She makes an effort to keep her voice quiet despite her obvious concern. “How’re you holding up?”

The answer to that is crystal clear considering you’ve made no attempt at getting up and rushing toward her like you usually do. You want nothing more than that but your entire body aches in ways you’re not used to feeling, at least not on this scale. Your skin burns with pure warmth yet your body shakes as if you’ve spent the past few hours out in the cold.

You’re barely able to lift your head, the faintest of whimpers slipping out. Your lack of a response is all she needs to approach you and the comfortable nest you’ve made in the corner of her bedroom.

Your nose picks up on her scent immediately and the lower part of your body wastes even less time in reacting. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate to feel her touch on every part of your overheated skin.

“Uh oh, I know what that look means,” she jokes as she sits in front of you. 

Your grumble of discontent is wiped away the second she reaches for you. She easily picks you up, letting out a slightly playful grunt, before maneuvering you onto her lap.

“Kate,” you mumble.

“I know, sweetheart, I’m right here.” 

Her hand gently grasps the back of your head, guiding you forward until you’re able to seek refuge from the overwhelming sensations rushing through your entire being. Her scent drives your body wild but it’s also the only thing capable of calming you down so you bury your face into her neck without hesitation.

“Baby…” Her tone makes you shiver and you subconsciously shift closer to her. “I’d like to hear your voice.”

You know what her request actually is, you’ve heard it countless times since she started the hard work of putting your broken pieces back together. Your hands grasp the front of her shirt and you fidget with the fabric until you find the words you’re searching for. 

“I missed you.”

You don’t see the smile that graces her lips but you hear the slow exhale of relief she lets out. The fact that you’re speaking to her is a good sign, one that reassures her enough to finally start touching you.

“I missed you too,” she admits as her hands begin to wander. “I thought about you every day I was gone.”

She keeps one arm wrapped securely around your waist but lets her free hand caress you in all the right ways designed to soothe you while simultaneously driving you insane with need. Just because she’s the kindest alpha you’ve ever met doesn’t mean she’s not a massive tease when she wants to be.

“Katie,” you practically whine. 

Your reaction brings a chuckle out of the brunette that only serves to intensify the ache between your legs. You’re both acutely aware of the amount of slick that’s dripping down your thighs by now but while you’re on the edge of desperation, Kate’s having the time of her life. 

She always loves knowing how much you need her, how much you crave her, and today is no exception. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” The pads of her fingers ghost along your chest, barely grazing against the side of your breasts. “Do you need something, pup?”

Hearing that one word out of her lips shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. Although, that could easily be said about any and every single thing Kate does. 

All you can do for a few seconds is whimper and press yourself closer to her, your hips shifting every which way in search of some friction. Friction she easily denies by shifting her lower half away from you which means you’re forced to pull yourself together and ask for what you want.

“Mhm, need you.”

Kate rewards your obedience by finally letting her fingers play with your hardened nipples. Her touch is soft even while she tugs on them just enough to draw out another needy little sound from you. “You have no idea how adorable you sound right now. You’re just a pretty omega in need of her alpha, aren’t you, baby?”

You open your mouth to answer her but instead of words, a sharp moan leaves your lips as her mouth meets your shoulder. She trails a line of kisses along your warm skin, allowing you to bask in the comfort that underlies such an intense moment.

She’s had her fun and now her full attention goes toward making you feel better the only way she can right now.

Her hand starts its descent once she’s satisfied with the amount of skin her kisses have covered. She moves slowly despite the obvious wetness that’s started to drip onto her jeans. She’s not trying to tease you anymore, though. Her touch is reassuring, a silent promise she won’t hurt you like all the ones who came before her. 

The noise you let out once her hand cups your aching cunt borders on pathetic but there’s no time to feel embarrassed. There’s no time for anything except grinding down against her fingers while they stroke your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” she murmurs in between soft kisses. You can tell she’s barely holding back the urge to pierce your shoulder with her teeth. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?”

Her question is meant to be rhetorical but you don’t dare risk it, already too far gone to be able to deal with more teasing. “Yes…just for you.”

Kate’s fingers stutter in their movements. She wasn’t expecting a response, much less one that makes her possessive, and borderline primal, instincts flare up. The change in her scent throws you off, especially when the words that escape her are almost as needy as your own.

“You’re so good for me…so fucking pretty like this. God, you’re driving me crazy, puppy.”  

The emphasis on the word is enough to make you cry out in pleasure but then she sinks two fingers into your tight pussy and you swear the world stops moving for a few ecstasy-filled seconds. 

Kate doesn’t mind that you stop rocking against her, she’s much too eager to show you she’s the only one capable of making you feel this heavenly while doing such sinful things to your body.  

She’s also already obsessed with the way you’re clenching around her fingers and it shows in the non-stop groans coming out of her.

Groans that push you closer to the edge.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” She’s panting into your shoulder but you can’t blame her for it since you’re in a much more desperate state, panting and groaning against her neck. “So tight but so needy for more, isn’t that right, pup?”   

“Yes-” Kate slips another finger inside you before you can get too far. “Fuck! Please!”

You don’t know if it’s your words or the sound of the tears that are gathering in the corners of her eyes but she instantly turns back to that gentle alpha you know so well. The one who puts your needs above her own without missing a single beat.

“I know, I know. Just relax, let me take care of you.” 

Her fingers thrust inside of you at a rapid pace but she’s careful not to get too rough with you. She shifts a little, kissing her way across the top of your shoulder and to the side of your neck.

You’ve never felt closer to her than you do right now and the feeling is somehow more overwhelming than your pleasure. 

Kate’s thumb starts drawing circles on your throbbing clit and you almost fall apart instantly. She knows. Of course she knows because she’s spent hours getting to know every part of what makes you who you are. Including your painful past. 

She lets you bask in the feeling of holding back until your cries of pleasure border on discomfort. “It’s okay, puppy,” she mumbles while nuzzling your neck. “You don’t have to wait, you can cum for me. Show me you’re mine.”

There’s no way for you to last any longer once she says that. 

Your mouth drops open into a long moan as Kate coaxes your orgasm out of you. You’re sensitive and desperate and yet the thing that causes you to truly give in to your release is the care she puts into everything she’s doing. 

She’s giving you everything you want because she knows it’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better. The only thing that'll take away the discomfort of your heat and the anxiety that still thrums through your veins from being with her.

Your entire body shakes and shudders from the strength of your orgasm, Kate’s fingers slowly fucking you through it until you fully collapse against her. 

“Good girl.” She plants a kiss on your neck before pulling her fingers out of you. 

You whine the second she leaves your cunt empty but you’re too worn out by everything that’s happened to beg for another orgasm. Instead, you accept the fingers she presses against your lips, opening your mouth without a second thought and moaning at the taste of the wetness that covers the digits.

“There you go, just like that, pup.”

You’re far too exhausted to reply so you settle on sucking her fingers while she whispers soft praise into the space between you.

After days of yearning for the alpha’s touch, your body finally feels soothed. Relaxed to the point of comfortable sleepiness, not the awful stress-filled exhaustion you were forced to deal with on your own.

You’re finally safe in the arms of someone who genuinely loves you for who and what you are.

“Does my sweet omega want a nap?” 

Her soft tone makes you smile around her fingers. You let out a muffled sound of contentment and Kate merely chuckles in response at how eager your sucking is despite your obvious fatigue.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes, I’ll be right here to take care of you when you wake up, alright?”

There’s not a single doubt in your mind that she’ll be true to her word.

So, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths that fill your entire being with the smell of her. You belong completely to Kate and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[astonmartinii]

love languages | charles leclerc instagram au

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

charles and y/n show off their love languages, gift giving and words of affirmation.

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: sometimes facilitating your girlfriend's hyperfixations works out

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yourusername it's defo better than the cupboard full of yarn from when i wanted to start crochet

charles_leclerc you're a much better dj than crocheter (sp?)

landonorris you're coming for my brand

yourusername hush child i've been playing guitar hero since before you were born

landonorris you're two years older than me?

yourusername i was a cool fucking kid

danielricciardo so all i'm hearing is flat party

yourusername if you bring the alcohol i'm down

charles_leclerc it's literally my flat?

user223 they're my parents omg

yourusername

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yourusername: who said boys don't like flowers?

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charles_leclerc i love anything from you <3

user521 the way they just use their instagrams to flex their relationship

user762 like we get it you're happy LEAVE US ALONE

landonorris you posted your rizz on instagram ???

yourusername it's called a love letter loser

landonorris cringe

yourusername just say you're lonely and bounce

charles_leclerc you guys good?

charles_leclerc posted to their story

[caption: learnt how to bake because there's no good cinnamon rolls in monaco for y/n]

carlossainz55

[caption: ever want to feel lonely? sit with charles when he's on the phone to y/n}

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: happy birthday to the love of my life, you've changed my life more than you can know. with only a few races left this season, we can celebrate properly soon xx

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yourusername i love you so much charles, virginia woof and i shall be cheering for you all the way til the end xx

user12 god when is it my turn

user44 i beg she gets to give a radio message if charles wins in abu dhabi

user77 OMG PLEASE I NEED IT

scuderiaferrari happy birthday y/n!!! looking forward to seeing you in abu dhabi

user404 it's happening ITS HAPPENING

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[caption: nowhere i'd rather be, believe always]

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: what i'm feeling right now can't be put into words. we've been working for this my whole life, sacrificing so much and losing so many people. i can't say it doesn't hurt not having them here to see it, but i know they're proud. to the tifosi, i am beyond happy to bring the championship back to maranello and take ferrari back to where they belong. y/n has always said my love language is gift giving so consider this my gift back to you for all the support you've shown me over the years. and finally to y/n, you're not only my escape from racing at home but also my focus on the road. i take your letters to every race and will always think of you when i cross that line, i love you and this championship is just as much yours as it is mine. forza ferrari

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pierregasly congrats calmar!! everyone is so proud of you

yourusername this is yours charles, and yours alone. you've worked for it, you deserve it. i'm so proud and honoured to even be a part of your journey. i love you.

charles_leclerc i hope you're ready for three months of nothing but me

yourusername i can't wait

scuderiaferrari CONGRATS CHARLES FORZA FERRARI

user16 omg he actually did it !!!! congrats charles

user689 her radio message, they're really in love man

yourusername

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yourusername: thank god i got my nails done. no joke i love you so much charles, i can't wait to write you letters for the rest of my life.

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charles_leclerc i'm glad i booked the right nail salon. no jokes i can't wait to buy you random shit for the rest of my life.

user44 OMG HE DID IT

pierregasly congrats!!! bagsy best man

carlossainz55 that'll be me actually

arthur_leclerc it's me actually

yourusername you know he already asked seb right?

user88 so do we think he planned to wait until he won the championship to propose or?

charles_leclerc i did want to wait, but i was proposing this year no matter what, needed her to be mrs. leclerc as soon as possible

user88 AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[writerscall]

bruises.

spiderwoman!hazel au. she's known about hazel's little secret for a while now and she's done giving her excuses a free pass.

author's note/s: 1.2k words. trigger warning for talk of injuries, switched to the use of 'you' here for reader cause third person wasn't working for me

It's routine for you to replenish the contents of the first-aid kit in your bedside table's drawer now. You even keep one in your locker and have had many silent debates with yourself on keeping a small one in your bag, just in case. For the past four months, Hazel Callahan has been climbing up to your window to ask for your help with treating a bruise or two. Because of that new women's self-defense club - the "fight club" that started up at school, she said.

Which was incidentally formed about a week after the first news headline came out about some masked vigilante swinging around the city. Fighting crime and saving civilians and beating up bad guys and all that.

Now coincidental rather than incidental for you though, since the day you saw Hazel rushing into her house then saw the infamous Spiderwoman spring out of her bedroom window mere seconds later. You were stunned, but it wasn't hard for you to connect the dots. Your already had your suspicions about some of the bruises Hazel supposedly got from her club; you doubt any of the girls there could actually land a hit that could damage her that badly.

But it's not an easy thing to bring up or just ask about, so you've kept quiet about it. Until that night, however.

You're half-asleep when you hears the incessant knocking at her window. You try not to groan as you throw back the covers and get up, knowing exactly who it is, but whatever irritation you have is gone once you see Hazel's face in the moonlight.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter as you pull her inside, hurriedly moving across the room to switch the light on. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty sure I've been better." Hazel smiles, actually smiles with that joke. But you can only sigh at her in response. Hazel literally looked like she got her face smashed into a wall or to the ground repeatedly - considering the people and things you've seen her fight against, that might've been what happened. There was a bruise along her jawline that you were sure you wouldn't be able to help cover up with make-up the next day and a cut on her forehead where a previous one just healed.

"Let me guess. It's from fight club again?" You manage not to make air quotations at 'fight club' but can't help the disbelieving tone when you say it. There's no way she expects you to believe that.

But as usual, she does. "I was just caught off guard cause we were practicing 'til late at night today and... and I was tired, cause you know, we had a whole day of school earlier and," Hazel stumbles out. The tone you used clearly got to her. "And when I fell it was to the ground and not the mat cause Sylvie got in a really, really good punch. You should've seen it actually."

You say nothing as you let her sit on the side of your bed and take the first-aid kit out, still quiet as you start wiping her face gently. She watches you intently, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally saying, "Don't be so worried. It's not the first time you've seen me like this and I'm always fine after."

"Yeah, sure." Until it happens again, you want to add. You get up to throw the wipes and tissues away and you can feel her eyes on you with every step. Hazel's never been good at dealing with friends being angry with her; you knew how sensitive she could be, which was why you were always quick to reassure her whenever it seemed like she was taking something to heart. It's why you've been patient for so long with her keeping the whole Spiderwoman thing a secret, but you didn't know how much longer you could take seeing her all beaten up and hear one lie after the other on how she supposedly got them.

"Please don't be mad—"

"When are you going to stop lying to me?"

Something shifts in the air at your question. You don't have to look at her to know how her eyes have widened and how her mouth was probably hanging open in shock, or how her mind was definitely racing at what you could possibly be talking about. Even though deep down, she knew.

You turn back around, sighing. "I know, Hazel. About your secret web-slinging life."

Hazel sits up straighter at your admission then stands up abruptly to pace the room, a panicked look on her face. "When did you— how did you even—"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?" You walk towards her and grab her by the arms, forcing her to stop. "You know you can trust me. I would never, ever tell anyone."

"That's not the point!" She shakes out of your grasp. "That's not the point," she repeats in a softer voice, continuing with, "You can't know. Nobody can because anybody who knows gets put in danger, and they'll come after you eventually to get to me, and I can't let that happen. Not to you, not to my mom, not to any of the girls in fight club. Especially not to you."

Your chest tightens at that. Quietly, you ask, "Why?"

There's a resigned, expectant look on her face when she says, "You know why."

And you do. The two of you have always been great friends but there's always been something else there, something a little more that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge in fear of ruining what you had. You'd be lying if you said you never noticed the drop in her energy and expression every time you so much as made a passing comment that one of your classmates was cute, and you'd also be lying if you said you never thought anything about the weird feeling you got in your stomach when you saw how much closer she and Stella-Rebecca have gotten since joining the fight club together.

"I need you safe," Hazel says after a moment.

"You'll keep me safe. You'll protect me." You walk towards her again, reaching out to hold her roughed-up face in your hands. Almost instinctively, Hazel leans her cheek into your left palm. "I know you will because you would've done it whether I knew your secret or not. Because you're a good person and a fantastic superhero, Hazel."

Hazel just looks at you for a moment, clearly having some internal argument with herself, before she surges forward to kiss you. You press your lips firmly against hers, kissing her back soundly in case she'd panic and pull away too soon. But Hazel only pulls you in closer, a relieved sigh escaping her as she tilts her head to the side for a different angle.

If a kiss between the two of you was ever going to happen, then it was bound to be in some big reveal moment like this.

Reluctantly, you push her away after a moment because you couldn't let her or yourself get carried away; that first-aid couldn't be put away just yet, plus, your parents might've been dead asleep but they were still home. Both of you would have to put a raincheck on... whatever could've come next.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Hazel asks breathlessly, still eyeing your lips. You smile at her fondly and let out a chuckle, pushing her bangs away from her face.

"Yeah. I still need to fix up that cute face of yours, you know."

[all-seeing-ifer]

tell me about "origin of species" and "who's spike" !

ok so who's spike i'm not gonna say much about bc it's a very short and silly comic i've been drawing and i feel like if i say anything about it it will just. spoil the entire joke, so instead have some half finished spikes and drus from it that I like how they're turning out

origin of species on the other hand i will literally yap on about for four billion years bc it is my baby. it's basically an angel au where season 4 still happens but cordy survives - she wakes up from the coma around the time of conviction and just rewards and sticks around this time - and has to deal with the fallout of everything that happened to her as well as everything that's changed while she was gone. it's not quite full psychological horror, but has definitely ended up leaning that way. it's very much about the aftermath of being possessed and turned into a tool of the apocalypse for several months on end and trying to adjust to normal life again and what the hell that even looks like, especially when all your friends are now working for the evil law firm that were once your greatest enemies.

oh, and also lilah's still around as undead liaison to the senior partners, but that's just bc i really wanted to write lilah.

anyway it's hard to choose a snippet to post bc it is currently sitting pretty at nearly 50k (!!!) but here's an early bit I quite like that's also not particularly spoiler-y

"It had been Willow who told her that, a lifetime ago, back in Sunnydale. She’d been dating Xander at the time. Remember Xander? She’d caught herself wondering about him over the past few weeks, now and then. What was he up to now? What were any of the old scooby gang up to? She’d tried to grill Angel about it while she was in hospital, figure out if he knew anything. He’d just told her they hadn’t been in contact with anyone from the Sunnydale gang in a while. Then Cordy had asked him if they were at least, like, alive, and Angel had told her that as far as he knew they were all fine, but Sunnydale had been destroyed in a big battle around the same time that everything with Jasmine went down, and also that they’d done something that meant there were now hundreds of slayers out there in the world. She hadn’t known how to respond to that. She supposed the destruction of her hometown should probably have had more of an impact, but instead she’d just felt a slight twinge on top of the ever-present dull ache in her chest.  Sunnydale was gone. And she was still here."

[anichibicore]

user ani appears out of the void to present a snippet of my rise movie au fic, "A Rainbow Missing its Blue," a fic i very lovingly gave the joke summary of "what if you wanted to save your brother from a genocidal alien but god said "fuck you. roll a nat 1 on your hit chance"" lmao

i wanted to do my own take on the "leo doesn't leave the prison dimension/takes longer to get out" au type beat and this scene is one of my favorites that i've written so far, and i even plan to illustrate it bc i am so normal. no i still haven't written the first chapter. that's partially intentional because i do not trust myself to not post it as soon as it's finished and then leave this to languish in my notes and slowly be worked on over the course of another like two months. i've been working on this for a month and a half btw. help me

anyway you are not here to read my rambling, you're here for writing and i'm here to deliver. fic preview under the cut! also important note donnie uses he/they in this fic both because Same and bc it's canon the writers told me themselves /j

Donnie spotted the portal generator he'd made months ago from studying Leo's portals and trying to replicate their mystic properties, picked up the small device with an idea starting to bloom in his head. If he could make a device that could create a portal to anywhere in the world, who's to say he can't modify it to go anywhere between dimensions? The memory of Mikey collapsing mere seconds after he'd pushed himself beyond his limit, all in the name of returning their lost brother to their sides, popped up in his head. He didn't have enough words in his vocabulary to describe how agonizing it was to watch his little brother nearly destroy his own body.

Looking back at the device sitting in his hands, he nodded to himself. Setting it on his work bench, he began gathering his tools. He wasn't just going to sit by and let Mikey pile all the work on his shoulders anymore. He wasn't going to watch his brother almost literally tear his own body apart. No, Donatello Hamato was going to take it upon himself to at the very least attempt to find another way to bring his twin back.

He sat and began to work, noting the hoodie was as comfortable as his favorite as he started poking around in the device's circuitry. It was warm, too — that's the point, Donald, he thought, it's supposed to be warm — and that helped him relax just a bit more. He needed to thank Leo for it when he got home. Emphasis on when, because he was dragging that idiot home no matter how long it took. He needed to know the hell he put them all through, how much they miss him, how much they love him. And how Donnie was going to kill him if his sacrificial idiot twin brother decided to pull a stunt like that again.

All through the night, he thought of a future with Leo in their lives as he worked. He may be the biggest idiot Donnie's ever met, but he's their idiot, and he will fight through hell and back if it means they get him back.

[dezitello]

"Champions Of The World" ROTTMNT Bohemian Rhapsodu AU Chapter 3

1971

Leo sat on the bench of a bus stop, scribbling words on a piece of paper. He tried to ignore the person sitting next to him who kept staring at him, though he didn't mind too much. He hummed to himself and was snapped out of his thoughts when a van pulled up in front of him. Donnie was in the driver's seat, opening the doors. "Get in, hotshot! Hope you peed before we leave."

Leo rolled his eyes and walked in. "You're late."

- "This thing is trippy!" Raph exclaimed from underneath the van. It had broken down again on the side of the road, the tattered old thing. Donnie looked up from his phone. "I think it's counterclockwise, Raph. You're screwing the wrong way."

Raph scowled and peeked his head out from under the vehicle. "Oh is it now? Thanks Donnie, would you like to do it? Please feel free."

"No no, you're doing a good job."

Mikey groaned and bit into a sandwich he had brought with him. "We sold out every pub and uni south of Manhattan, and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!"

"Trouble is, we're not thinking big enough." Leo mumbled, leaned up against the van. Donnie glanced at him and smirked. "Ah. What have you got in mind?"

"An album."

Raph scoffed and stood up. "Please. We can't afford an album." Leo looked out at the isolated terrain and smiled. "Oh, we'll find a way. How much do you think we can get for this van?"

Mikey looked up from his sandwich and stopped chewing. "I hope you're joking."

Leo slapped a stack of dollar bills into a man's hand with a smug smile on his face.

Raph looked bewildered as he watched the exchange. "Ugh...That was three months wages..."

"And a perfectly good van." Mikey grumbles. Leo rolls his eyes and walks away. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. You're recording an album tonight."

-

Raph played back the recording they had done so far, Leo pacing behind him as he listened. He stopped it and turned to his brother. "Don't you think I sounded bad?"

He shook his head. "No, its good."

But that wasn't convincing enough for him. He looked at the man who owned the studio, who sat in the seat next to Raphael. "Can I try again?"

He shrugged. "Sure, it's your money."

"Literally..."

"You are mine I possess you I belong to you forever Aaaaaah!"

He held the last note and raised it even higher, as he heard playing it back. Raph takes off his headphones and looks at him. "It's much better."

Leo still looked unconvinced. "Hm...try bouncing it left and right with the 'ah's'."

They played it back and he listened carefully, pointing left and right to the beat. Donnie leaned forward. "And dead center to the last!"

"And then blast it!" Mikey shouted, a newfound excitement rushing through the room.

Leo smiled as he heard the results come together, nodding. Finally pleased. "Yes, yes!"

The whole rest of their time in the studio they experimented with different sounds and methods. Mikey sprinkled coins on his drums and lightly pounded on them with cloth over his drumsticks.

Leo and Donnie passed the microphone back and forth with string tied to the wall, Donnie using a quarter instead of a guitar pick. Raph placed a tambourine on the strings inside of a piano, causing a hearty jingle as Leo played.

With thirty more minutes left to spare, a couple of journalists walked in. They stopped and stared, watching as the boys fumbled around in the sound room.

"Hey RT, Who are these kids in the box?" One man asked. "Some student band doing some weird stuff." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"They got a demo?"

"More than that. I've been up all night..."

-

Leo flopped on his bed in his apartment, sighing. He picked up a notebook and looked at a drawing of their band's new logo Mikey had scribbled. It was perfect.

Usagi walked in from the living room and sat next to him. "So the new name is Queen?"

"As in her royal highness. And because it's outrageous." Leo said, smirking to himself. "I can't think of anyone more outrageous than me."

Usagi chuckled and looked at the bed, a piano hovering right over the edge. "This is the most impractical bed."

Leo smiled and reached his hands up. Without looking he placed his fingers on the keys, slowly playing the beginning of a melody. Usagi laid back and listened. "That's beautiful."

Leo crossed his hands over and pressed the final key, letting them drop at his side. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I think it has potential."

Yuichi smiled and reached his paw over, slowly tracing the turtle's stripes. Leo's eyes fluttered and he let them close, breathing deeply. There was a feeling in his stomach, it only awakened in him around this rabbit.

Probably nothing.

Something in Usagi's eyes shifted for a moment before he sat up. "I've got to get to work."

"What? I won't allow it." Leo grabbed Usagi's hand and pulled him back, dipping him. The rabbit laughed and shook his head. "Are you going to support me if I get fired?"

Leo smirked and shrugged. "Sure. I'll always take care of you."

Usagi smiled and looked away for a second. "I...I'm going to...be late." Leo's eyes softened and he let him go, watching Yuichi walk out the door.

'Come back...' He thought. He scolded himself and tried to push away the ache in his heart. "Stupid..."

-

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Summer Camp AUs

There're 3 huge opportunities I feel like are missed when writing summer camp AUs a lot of the time: you are literally living with these people, you become a "family", and the "rumor mill". This is in terms of being on staff, you're living in close quarters with these people for like two months. Even if certain people's living quarters are half the camp away from yours, you're going to learn the most inane facts about them. I know the exact shampoo used by someone I genuinely dislike. You can try to avoid it. You will learn against your will. That being said, just picture Person A getting up early one day to like catch up on work or something only to find out Person B gets up super early every morning because they like to take the long way the dining hall and watch the sunrise. Or Person B finds out Person A's comfort snack (like the one they always have on them, and hoard in their cabin). So the next time Person B goes off camp to pick up some stuff they also grab that snack. Person A finds out that Person B uses x toothpaste or some other mundane but intimate fact*.

Building on how you're going to learn these intimate domestic little things about the other people, you start to learn how to like live around each other and what boundaries people have. It's really cheesy to say you become a family with the other staff, but you do. Family is also meant in the most literal sense possible, like you can easily end up estranged from someone after having an argument about politics over dinner. As much as you learn nice or neutral facts about these people, you also learn the bad parts very quickly. You may know that they eat starburst in rainbow order, but you also know that they are a raging misogynist**. These are both facts that you just have to grin and know, because you guys work together and getting in a row in front of campers is a big no. That's the bad side, but to focus back on the relevant parts. Especially with the people you work with directly, those you share a cabin with, and the people you become actual close friends with*** you learn very quickly how to operate around each other. You get real comfortable with them. A real-life example, I'm still friends with her and the whole "this is so-and-so she likes her personal space. This is [me], they also like so-and-so's personal space" joke has been made several times. If allowed, I will sit practically on top of her. This is a prime example because we knew each other for not even a week before the disregard for personal space began. There is another person--and we all ask or indicate if doing any of this first for the most part--who it's practically unspoken at this point that if I have an energy drink I pour like a third of it into his mug. The examples go on and on. I can only think of real-life examples and I don't want them to be misconstrued as anything but platonic, but also: a fanfic where it starts as a joke, Person A and Person B get up at sunrise and make Person C take fake prom pictures of them, things just spiral from there. 85% of staff at the camp I worked at are men, at least a third of them have pretended to date another man on staff before (a lot of the time for no other reason than shits and giggles. This also completely transcends sexuality, they do not care if the other person is gay or straight or etc, it is silly). The fucking fake dating AU writes itself. If I didn't find it really weird because I would be romanticizing something that was never meant to be so, I could write extensively just based on what I've witnessed.

Finally, these camps are primarily staffed by teenagers and young adults, the age groups most know to be petty, cliquey, and major shit talkers. Now, put them in a situation where they're almost entirely cut off from the rest of the world. It will get to a point where there are only 2 consistent conversation topics: work and the other people around you. It becomes small town to an extreme; everyone knows everyone else's business, good, bad, and neutral. So, people are going to know. Rumors are going to fly, yes, but more often it's just the truth. That's the beauty of the fact that everyone can see it. Therefore, everyone can verify it. So, if Person A has a very unsubtle crush on Person B, people will know. And if it's not a known fact, people will speculate. It's not really a thing at the camp I worked at, but it was so true when the Foxes in aftg bet on literally everything, because that’s the natural progression. People talk, and I think that should be used more in writing. Like how about having no spine to verify a rumor? Or the stress of how bad an idea a camp relationship is? Or, no miscommunication, both know everything, they just are far too fucking busy with work to actually talk about it (bonus points for funny hijinks interrupting them. Even more bonus points if they have the same off night and STILL can't manage to get the time)? What if only Person A's group knows and has been sworn to secrecy on threat of violence/Person A manages to keep it a secret for the whole summer, and Person B finds out after the summer's over? So, yea the person they have a crush on likes them back and has slid into their dms, but also that motherfucker is going to college over a thousand miles away. Building on this, campers are nosy little shits sometimes and will perpetuate completely incorrect rumors, and that's so silly of them. So Person A catches wind that Person B likes them, but no, actually Person B likes Person C. Person A doesn't like Person B, silly hijinks ensue and the truth comes out that a camper just misheard the names that were really similar, or even funnier, completely different. Enemies to lovers camp edition? Where they have to work closely together on a project but they find each other really annoying and bothersome and their friends hate each other^? Mayhaps one attributes the other as the reason they keep coming back to camp, because said other person did something for them that completely switched how they saw their camp experience? It also brings a bit of realism to the story. As well as if really utilized these facts can lead too very sweet, very silly, and very dramatic situations. Maybe reality isn’t actually stranger than fiction, but it can be just as if not more dramatic. The fact that these people are stuck together needs to be emphasized because what that makes is a pressure cooker of emotion. Sometimes it’s hard to buy a big dramatic reveal in a mundane setting, but everything is dramatic at camp. In the end, I’m just saying I’d like to see more of this kind of stuff in Summer Camp Aus.

*And like, intimate doesn't need to mean romantic, I mean it more so in the way of facts you wouldn't otherwise ever find out if you didn't have to live with them. If that makes sense? **This is made up for example's sake. Just know that I’m basing this off the middle of buttfuck nowhere, if someone's one type of bigot, they're actually several types ***Trust me, friendship is really fucking weird in these circumstances. I found out someone considered me a friend even though we worked on different sides of the camp and had had maybe 2 frivolous conversations up to that point. He's very rad as I've gotten to know him though, still not sure I'd really consider him a friend... ^This is an excellent one for queer pairings, because a notable chunk of the queer staff I've met and become friends with through this camp have a chip on their shoulder and an inane passion that pushes them to just try and be a perfectionist. The queer audacity is strong in us, and I do not believe any of us are wrong when we think that we could do other people's jobs better than them, despite lack of knowledge. Queer enemies to lovers also just has more nuance and less toxicity to it in my opinion

[timeyartsandstuff]

> Are you ready to begin, HIKIKO?

Hey there Omori fandom! Have a little something I put together for an AU I’ve had in the works behind the scenes for a while; I’ve been calling it HIKIKO, and while it’s vaguely Omari-inspired, the overall story and characterization is quite a bit different.

Stay tuned. A new game is just about to begin.

[hwangsify]

SKZ HEADCANONS : AS CLICHE TROPES.

pairing. stray kids x gn reader

genre. fluff, angst

warnings. food, mentions of blood (non-graphic), mild swearing

summary. skz as overly cliche tropes (bc i'm a mushball).

word count. 1.5k+

a/n. there is literally nothing to post so i apologize for this cliché headcanon 😭 i've been trying to work on an assassin seungmin wip recently but my recent hyunjin au has tired me out lmao

⌗ minho: best friends to lovers !

— in which you grow up by minho's side, slowly coming to fall for him throughout the lengthy expanse of years spent with him. in which minho learns to care for you too; so casually that you hardly even realize it. in which your dynamic shifts into stolen glances in your direction whenever you aren't looking and clouds of butterflies fluttering in your stomach whenever you find yourself staring at him. late night dance practices in the studio— he's laughing because you keep on messing up the choreography and you're flushed red because he's got a hand lightly gripping your waist, carefully instructing you on how to do the turn properly. he kisses you out of the blue one day, when you're telling him about your day, eyes sparkling as you reenact the way jisung choked on his cheesecake in the middle of lunch— you stiffen in shock for approximately 0.03 seconds before rushing forward to kiss him back.

⌗ felix: espresso love <3

— in which you hold by the firm belief that coffee is criminally overrated, but find yourself stopping by the local cafe at an increasingly frequent rate anyways just to admire the sun-kissed and freckled barista, who has your orders memorized and always greets you with a warm smile. in which you sip your (vile) glasses of iced americanos, sitting at a booth of the cafe, while watching felix out of the corner of your eye, memorizing the slope of his nose, the constellation of freckles dusted across his cheeks. in which it seems as if felix has absolutely no interest in you, and you spend months silently crushing over him. the pining comes to an abrupt halt when he hands you your order of a vanilla latte one afternoon, with his number scrawled hastily onto the bottom of the cup. your text conversations turn into lengthy video calls, which turn into coffee dates spent sipping caramel macchiatos and binging cat videos on youtube. after a few months, you finally muster up the courage to ask him out, blushing furiously. he leans forward to capture your lips with his own as a response, reaching up a small hand to cup your cheek gently.

⌗ jisung: and they were roommates.

— in which jisung is your messy roommate who annoys you to no end with his refusal to do the laundry (but makes it up with his good looks). in which there is something about jisung that is so undeniably attractive that you can't help but fall for his pretty eyes and rounded cheeks. his room's an absolute mess and he's been subsisting on ramen for the past week and all you can think about when you look at him is how much you want to kiss him. what to do? his humor consists of shitty pickup lines and cheesy jokes and everything about him is the complete opposite of whatever your ideal type is and yet— and still— you like him so much that it hurts. you only come to realize that jisung reciprocates your feelings when he kisses you one night while you're binging a anime together, sprawled across the couch. he kisses you like he's been waiting for you all along; the irony of it all hits you so hard that you almost snort into the kiss (thankfully, you mask it with a cough).

⌗ hyunjin: hanahaki disease.

— in which your lungs are made of crimson roses and brittle thorns, your heart of glass. in which you cannot keep yourself from loving hyunjin, even as the disease tears you apart from the inside, even as it leaves you slumped on the bathroom floor, velvet rose petals scattered across the white tiles. roses are hyunjin's favorite flower, because he thinks that they represent white hot passion and love in its most intimate forms— but you think that roses can only represent the aching that tears through your chest whenever you set your eyes on him. by the time hyunjin realizes, the rose petals that slip out of your mouth are already stained crimson with blood, and the thorns have long since rooted themselves deep into your lungs. still, you don't blame him for it all; he is just as powerless over his feelings as you are.

⌗ seungmin: enemies to lovers !

— in which you suck at ap calculus and the teacher insists on having kim seungmin, certified nerd and overachiever, tutor you. in which you cannot stand seungmin and his stupid wire-framed glasses (and seungmin reciprocates your contempt). in which your tutor lessons turn into petty arguments and passive aggressive comments that annoy the hell out of you. and still, still, you don't cancel the tutoring lessons even though you 100% should have long ago because there's no denying that seungmin is tragically good-looking, despite his overwhelming amount of character flaws. so you blame it on your hormones when you lean forward and kiss him one day, while he's attempting to explain integrals to you, glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed as he reads through the textbook. (you end up regretting the kiss immediately and refrain from contacting him for the next week after the kiss until he corners you at your locker one day and pulls you forward by the wrist to kiss you back).

⌗ chan: hoodie season <3

— in which you oversleep for your job interview and end up sprinting to the train station, clad in pajamas and adidas slides, a cup of steaming black coffee in your hand. in which you run into a stranger in your haste to board the train and end up splashing coffee all over his hoodie. the train's arriving at the station in 5 minutes and the stranger's covered in scalding hot coffee and all you can do is gasp in shock and attempt to brush off the coffee from his hoodie, apologizing profusely. you end up quickly exchanging numbers with him, tucking his soaked hoodie into your bag and promising to wash the hoodie and give it back to him, before sprinting into the train. even after you return the hoodie to him the next day, you find yourself still texting him regularly, teasing him over foolish things and indulging him when he asks to take you to a cafe or a picnic date. falling for chan comes so incredibly easy to you that it seems almost natural; normal to want him this much when he's grinning at you from across the cafe table, dimples on full display. it's only a few months later that you find out that kissing him comes just as naturally.

⌗ jeongin: soulmate au !

— in which you see the world in black and white and a thousand different shades of gray. in which you are destined to live a life that is utterly monochrome in every way; that is, until you set your eyes on jeongin, who floods your life with vivid hues and colors. and yeah, jeongin's a spoiled little shit who bothers you to no end but fuck, he's also so fucking attractive that it hurts to look at him. you can't say when exactly you started seeing him less as an ignorant brat who just so happened to be your soulmate and more as a crush with a sinfully charming smile— all you know is that you very much dislike the change. after a few months of awkward (and one-sided) tension between the two of you, you finally end up writing him a letter to confess your feelings. he reads through the letter with a smug smile plastered to his face and, much to your dismay, responds by teasing the living hell out of you ("wow, didn't know you liked me so much~"). you complain that you're wounded by his careless response, scowling angrily. (but not to worry, he kisses it all better).

⌗ changbin: exes to lovers.

— in which you and changbin mutually agree to break up after several years of dating, just because changbin can't seem to find time for the relationship anymore and you can't stand to see him unhappy with you. in which you randomly meet him again a few years later at a local park, clad in a pair of worn jeans and a loose t-shirt. in which your heart twinges painfully the moment your eyes meet, in which he utters your name in an amazed tone, eyes widening. the past few years have been terrible without him, and even though you've told yourself a thousand times that things are better without seo changbin and his loud laughter and buff arms, whatever facade you've put up crumbles immediately at the sight of him. changbin's still staring at you, mouth agape, and you're breaking apart under his gaze, struggling to keep yourself together. you can't help it— loving changbin has always been your default setting. so when he asks to take you to a cat cafe, you can't help but say yes. and when you start texting more and meeting up regularly, you allow him to do so. and when he confesses of the sleepless nights he's had ever since the breakup, the days he's spent missing you, you lean forward and kiss him. like you said, you just can't help it when it comes to seo changbin.

[tuancore]

Purple Hearts || { Part 5 } :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU.

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I'm won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

Yugyeom didn't come home last night which was actually good, had he been home things could've gone to South, you were beyond vulnerable the previous night and if Yugyeom was to walk in on you then there was a huge possibility of you telling him the entire thing.

You couldn't actually concentrate in your job as the events of yesterday started to play in your brain on loop like some broken record.

"What do I do?", You stared at your laptop blankly lost in your own wandering thoughts.

The call of your name along with a loud clap made you flinch, "Is something bothering you?".

You shook your head slightly with a small smile before getting back to your typing, "I'm fine Youngjae".

"Well....", He trailed off pulling a chair in front of you and sitting, "It doesn't look like you're fine at all....your face is full of.... exhaustion".

He booped your nose, giving you that million dollar laugh which automatically made you giggle.

"See that's the girl I know", He declared pointing his index finger at your lips, "The cutest". The smile not leaving his face even for a second.

Your lips now pressed into a thin line as you stared into his eyes, he seemed to notice the little transition in your facial expressions, "Okay, For real now....where your mind is?".

"What—".

"You're clearly stressed about something, mind telling me what has gotten you this upset?", He asked warmly with genuine concern written all over his face.

"Nothing special, I'm all good", You cleared your throat eyeing the sheets on your desk preventing any sort of eye contact with him. He hummed at your reply, "Then re-typing a draft which was finalized two months ago...is a time pass?".

Frowning at his words you shut your laptop with your head resting on top of it, groaning at your foolishness, "I messed up, I had to type the draft of Mrs. Francis's contract and now I'll have to do it all over again", you sighed heavily.

Youngjae laughed at your little fit, walking over to stand beside you, he crouched down on his knees slowly turning your chair so that you could face him.

"I know I look stupid", You pouted with your entire face now covered with your locks which only made Youngjae smile wider, "I don't think so", he said tucking your locks behind your ears.

"Youngjae...", You mumbled sending him those indescribable looks. He furrowed his eyebrows trying to figure out and that's when it clicked him, shaking his head vigorously he yelled, "No! I won't".

"Mmm....you can't turn me down so mercilessly!", You whined hitting his arm continuously, "Ouch Ouch!....I have so many files to go through and you want me to type that draft after analysing the whole case?", He asked in disbelief.

"Please! Please! I'll do anything you ask me to do", You tried again which made him smirk in return, "Anything...".

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"You've been sulking the whole morning Jinyoung? What's with that face ?", Mrs. Park asked handing Jinyoung his vanilla latte.

Jackson tried to stifle his laughter but failed to do so and started squealing like some college girl, "Aunt that's the interesting part, I thought he would tell you but since his ego is at stake I'll spill on his behalf".

Jinyoung shot him an annoyed glare, but it only made the things two times funnier for Jackson, "So yesterday at your store, instead of sitting in the cabin..Jinyoungie felt like strolling around the store.... briefly looking at the product on the display—".

"Get to the point Jackson...I want to know the reason why my kid is pulling that frown so gracefully", Mrs. Park asked him casually pulling on Jinyoung's cheeks.

"Okay okay...so when he stood near the shelves. Some lady approached him and asked for him about some of the products which he knew nothing about which created a huge fuss in the store", Jackson stated nonchalantly, "And I don't know why he's frowning over such a small thing?".

"I'll throw this over your head!", Jinyoung threatened gesturing towards the drink in his hand.

"That's it?", She asked eyeing Jinyoung.

"No! That lady approached me thinking of me as some salesman! I tried telling her that I'm not one of them but she started to throw tantrums saying that I'm not suitable for the job etcetera....and that I must be fired for mistreating her—.....Gosh! I ain't going there anymore. She was literally hard headed, she didn't even want to hear me or the staffs out", Jinyoung shook his head with an exasperated sigh, "That lady's voice is still ringing in my ear. I mean just look at this handsome face, from which angle do I look like some salesperson?"

"Ouch....that must've hurt you real bad", Mrs. Park teased him followed by a high five from Jackson.

"Eomma! You too!" Jinyoung whined picking up his blazer dashing out of the house in annoyance, "See you later aunt... Jinyoung! Wait!", Jackson greeted before running after his friend.

"Where are you going?", Jackson asked catching up to Jinyoung.

"Nowhere", Jinyoung shrugged off slipping into the driver's seat, "I swear if you're sour about a little joke then that's not reasonab—".

"It's not about that Jack, I have somewhere to go. Go home, I'll see you afterwards...hmm..", Jinyoung cut him with a wide smile.

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Glancing at the clock you heard your stomach grumble, sighing loudly you slammed the file on the glass table in front of you, "Youngjae-ah! It's almost break time let's just grab something to stuff our mouths with!".

"Just....a....minute", He said not sparing you a single look still busy with typing out the said draft, "I'm almost done....".

"You can't finish it that quick! I'm not even done examining the first file", You spoke pacing back and forth in Youngjae's cabin, "You started it like what...let me check, twenty-five minutes ago, Not poss—".

"Done!", Youngjae shouted with a victorious grin cracking his finger bubbles.

"Are you kidding me!", You strode towards him, checking for yourself if he was saying the truth, "Woah! Woah there! I wasn't expecting that but—Okay....How did you..". You were not only shocked to see his pace but also grateful that he saved you from going through a detailed lecture from your boss.

"You literally saved my ass from catching fire!" You clapped your hands.

"Eww...Nasty", He joked swinging his arms around your shoulder, "Come on let's get something to feed you".

You took the elevator to the cafeteria but Youngjae didn't seem to share the same thought as that of yours, as you were about to step out of it he grabbed your wrist pulling you back inside.

"What are you doing?", You asked as the doors closed shut when he pressed the button to the ground floor.

"We're not going to eat in the cafeteria today", He smiled warmly too lost to comprehend his thoughts to notice your hand still in his, "Remember you promised me that you'd do anything I ask you to?".

You nodded maintaining the eyee contact with him, "So I thought of taking you to Burger King". At the very mention of the name made you mouth water, it has been days since you had your last junk food.

The shimmer in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Youngjae as your lips curved upwards into an excited smile.

That's the smile I've been missing on for weeks, he thought.

"Happy fill?", Youngjae asked as you wiped your mouth with the tissue, "Thanks Jae....the food was lit, hope you keep bringing me to my favourite places".

"Will do that, can't miss the beast consuming everything at once", He laughed trying to piss you off which indeed happened, exiting the place you stuck out your tongue at him running towards your office.

But he ran up to you pulling you towards him by your arms, your hands instictively flying around his shoulders, "You can't leave me like that", he whispered. You stared into his eyes trying to search for something which could explain the things he has been doing.

Jinyoung drove to your office with a bright smile, he was desperate to see you, to talk to you, to tell you how much he missed you in these past weeks. Getting out of his car, he stood glued to the ground watching the scenario in front of him.

There you were standing in front of your office's entrance wrapped in the arms of some other man, not only was the man holding onto your waist but seeing your arms around his shoulders while you both stared into each other's eyes, had something snapping inside of Jinyoung, his gaze darkened the longer he continued to stare at you and Youngjae, involuntarily he clenched his fists turning his knuckles white.

Part 4 | Masterlist |

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[A/N :- Hey there lovelies! I hope you enjoy reading this part, I've been writing this for a month now after erasing the chapter again and again, and finally settled for this one! And once again thank you for reading!]

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Sirius Black dating a ravenclaw reader

Sirius black x reader

Worst count: 800 (I'm sorry, I struggled with this)

Warnings: sexual jokes

A/N: I had a bit of trouble with this, hence why it is so short, but I totally ship Sirius with any ravenclaw. What a chaotic duo. - Aphrodite

• Although he was one cocky bastard, he was actually very smart.

• He was immediately drawn to you because of your sarcastic and witty exterior, but stayed for your thoughtful and creative interior.

• I like the headcanon that Sirius knows Latin and French, and he was the first person to help you learn when you showed an interest.

• You really didn't expect this, as you both barely knew each other and he was one of Those gryffindors.

• However, you were happy to have a good tutor and perhaps get to know him a bit more. Thus started your friendship.

• From the second you started spending time with each other, he was a flirting machine.

• You promised yourself you'd never give into his stupid one liners and winks, but you slowly found yourself liking him even more.

• "Ah, bonsiour mademoiselle. Voulez-vouz couchet avec moi?"

"Sirius, I've spent enough time with you to know that I certainly do not want to go to bed with you. Thanks for the offer, though."

• Fast forward a few months and you're very happily dating!

• When he's busy caring for Remus after the full moon, you take notes for him in class and have lil study sessions in the evenings.

• Whenever he's stuck with anything in class, you're the first person he comes to. No matter how stupid the question.

• "Hey sweetheart, what are those white horses with black stripes called?"

"Zebras, babe."

"Ah wait, I was thinking about pigs. No worries."

"...ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ˢʰᶦᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ."

• Shit talking people you both hate in French.

• "Je souhaite que Snape aille se faire foutre."

"Humeur au gros cul, mon cherie."

• He likes to sit with you in the ravenclaw table during feasts, but if you're the first one there then you'll wait for him in the gryffindor table.

• During the feasts, he loves to listen to you just ramble on about your day and what you've been thinking about. You'll be 40 minutes into a rant about how Susan sabotaged your potion in fifth period, and he'll just be staring at you with heart eyes.

• And when you're laying in his bed reading, he'll snuggle up next to you and lay his head on your chest.

• Of course, he's still an ass, but you're the only person to really see his soft side.

• Despite being overly confident, he really worries that he's too stupid for you. You really have to reassure him that he's probably smarter than you, and you love him not for his intelligence but for his heart.

• When he knows you've had a bad day, he'll write you small sheets of poetry scented with his cologne. He uses his wax seal to close the envelopes, and always hides pressed flowers between the pages.

• When he's having a bad day, you grab a copy of his favourite muggle book from the library (the great gatsby) and read to him once the gryffindor common room is empty. Along with a mug of hot cocoa, a fuzzy blanket, and many kisses from you, he feels so much better.

• When you're on your period, he'll turn into padfoot and snuggle up near your stomach to try and warm you up.

• Also, when he's in his human form, he totally massages and rubs your belly because "it feels good when your both a human and a dog!"

• You've had a few deep conversations where you talk about family, and although he's never admitted it, you know he's sad that he can't bring you home to meet his.

• However, you always convince him that you've always known his family.

• "Remus is practically your mum, James your dad, and Peter's like that weird uncle that visits every Christmas."

• You unironically always make him laugh.

• You once overheard him talking to James about how he's going to marry you someday, and you were practically blushing all day.

• He always makes really inappropriate sex jokes which you pretend to hate but secretly have to stop yourself from laughing.

• "Mmm, when you talk about trigonometry like that you really make me want to take you right here."

"Sirius, I'm literally just reading out my homework assignment."

• You always see him helping out the first years, telling them where to go and how to get certain places.

• One day he came across a crying first year in the common room and sat down with them for half an hour to help.

• From that moment onwards, you always knew you wanted kids with him.

• He knew it. He saw the way you looked at him while he talked to the younger students.

• So, when a month after you both graduate your pregnancy test comes back positive, you can't help but feel even more in love.

[virgofabreakdown]

Chapter One - Double Lives AU

Prologue | Next Chapter

One Year Later

Patton's POV

Blackberry Cafe 2:30 PM

"Virgil, where are the rest of the cookies from this batch?"

"What do you mean?" Virgil shouted from the bathroom. "That's all of the ones from that batch."

"What do you mean that's all the cookies from that batch?! The recipe makes over 30 cookies, but there's only 2!"

"I just sampled some of the cookie dough!"

"Some?"

"Most of the cookie dough..."

"For the love, Virgil. Why?" Ding! The bell at the front of the store rang across the store.

"Hello, welcome to Blackberry Cafe. Can I help you - oh, hi Roman!"

"Hey Pat, can I get the usual?"

Virgil came out of the back, "depends, are you gonna pay this time?"

"Probably not," he admits. I package up two cookies and three scones and hand them to him.

"Two chocolate chip cookies and three rosemary ham and cheese scones, on the house!"

"Patton, no," Virgil sighs. "I was trying to get him to pay for once. He can't just always get free food."

"That's just the perks of having an little brother who owns a cafe," Roman states with a wink.

"Plus, if I didn't give it to him, he probably wouldn't eat until dinner."

"Well maybe that would teach him to pack a lunch," Virgil reasoned. "Or better yet, actually pay."

"But he's hungry..." I pout at him for a minute before Roman cleared his throat.

"So, guys, me and Logan are going on a date tonight, if you guys are interested in joining us...?" Virgil looks at me. "It's up to you guys, of course, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

He trailed off, looking at the two of us. I shrugged, "I have work off tonight, so it shouldn't be a problem for me. What do you think Virg?"

"I don't think I have work. Sure, why not," Virgil looked at me with a smile. "We could use a date night anyway."

Roman gave us a big smile. "So, we've got a reservation for nine, so let's plan to meet up at my place around...eight, eight thirty?"

"Wait, you were planning on us coming?" Virgil sighed in frustration over the fact that his brother made the reservation without knowing if they could come. "Let's do eight, just to be on the safe side."

"Awesome," Roman said, walking towards the door. "See you later, then?"

"See you later!" I shout, waving to him.

"I can't believe he didn't ask us first! What if we couldn't have made it?"

"Then they would have a slightly bigger table," I say. Virgil looked very worked up. "It's fine."

"Yeah, but still."

"Now," I say, placing a hand on my hip. "Mind sharing why exactly you ate almost an entire batch of cookie dough?"

Time Skip

The Black-Berry Residence 7:30 PM

"Hey Virg? What do you think of this tie?" I shout across the apartment.

"I don't know, it would be a lot easier to tell if you weren't on the other side of the house." He sounded stressed.

I walk out of our bedroom into the living room and do a little twirl. "How do I look?"

Virgil seemed to be at a lack for words. "You look great," Virgil admitted. I wasn't wearing much, just some slacks and a loose blouse. I added a small blue bow to match my shirt. It was slightly fancier than my usual attire, but Virgil seemed to like it. We stared at each other for a moment. Nothing was said, but a comfortable silence filled the air. And then my phone rang. It pierced through the air with a certain, yet annoying ring.

I sighed, "one second." I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, we need you to come in." I walked back into bedroom.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Look, I'm sorry, sir, but we need you to come in."

"No way, it's date night!" I protest. "I've got plans. Call someone else in."

"It is imperative that you come in to work," the man on the other end insisted.

"What could be so important that you need me too come in on my one day off," I demanded. "I mean, honestly, it's bad enough that -"

"Dracowitch. We have a lead on Dracowitch."

"Draco -" I shout, before lowering my voice. "Dracowitch? But how? He's been off the radar for months now."

"Which is why you need to come in. You are the best man we have."

I sighed, "fine. You better be paying overtime for this."

"Once the job is done, we will. But you must get here as soon as possible."

"I'll be there."

"Good. Farewell, and may you be fruitful."

"As to help the company grow," I say, finishing our company motto, before hanging up. Walking back into the living room, "so bad news," I look at Virgil, who had just hung up a from his own phone call. "Oh, who was that?"

"What, oh, I was just on the phone with Roman. So, what were you saying?"

"Oh, yeah. Unfortunately, I just got called into work. They need someone at the shelter for a few hours. Something about someone being delayed at the airport...? I don't know. All I know, is that I have to go to work because no one else answered the call." I felt bad lying to Virg, but I couldn't just tell him the truth. Honestly, I wanted to tell him the truth, I really did, but it was against the rules and could put him in danger. If something were to happen to him because of me, I couldn't live with the guilt.

"Oh, that sucks," he says. "Honestly, I want looking forward to sitting in a fancy restaurant and paying 50 bucks for spaghetti, anyway."

He was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, bless his heart. This is why I love him, he was willing to do anything to make me happy and that, I lived for. Virgil restores my faith in humanity, no matter what happens, he finds a way to cheer me up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll call Roman back and explain. You go to work."

"Okay. Thank you." I head back into the bedroom for the third time that night to get changed. I get changed and grab my bag. "I love you," I say giving him a quick kiss.

"Love you, too. Now, go take care of those dogs like no one had taken care of them before!"

I giggle. "Be back in a few hours!" I say before closing the door.

Virgil's POV

Patton closed the door. I look out the window, watching for his car to leave. A blue Prius passes by the window. Correction, Patton's blue Prius passes by the window. I watch as it rounds the corner. Poor Patton. I knew he was looking forward to this. We hardly get to go on dates anymore.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Someone was calling me. Again. The first time was Roman and now it was, I look at the caller ID, work. Of course, work always picks the worst times to call. I hesitate for a moment, before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you need come here, like right now," the person on the other line spoke quickly and sharply, while also sounding rather rushed.

"What? Why?"

"We got a lead on Dracowitch and they put Morality on it. You're his backup, so you need to get here."

"Are they sure it's Dracowitch?"

"Yep. And this is the only good lead we've had in weeks, if not months."

"Alright, I'll be there in about half an hour."

"I said now."

"That's the soonest I cam be there," I insist.

"You live approximately eight minutes away, therefore you will be here in ten minutes. This is more than enough time."

"Fine, I'll be there in a few."

"Be there in five. Farewell and help guide the path."

"To lead the company to greatness."

And with that, I grabbed the keys to my car, a dark blue Honda, and ran out the door. I hopped down the flight of stairs at the front door and popped the trunk. Taking out an extra shirt, I close the trunk and climb in the car.

I hate my job, I really do. If I had the choice to just stay home, I would, but the bakery doesn't bring in enough money. So, I work for the 'print shop' and Patton has been helping by working at the local animal shelter.

My real job most definitely pays well, but it's not something that I would openly tell people about. Even if it wouldn't result in me getting fired. I am...a hacker, in a way. The term that the company hired us under is 'Personal Guide'. Which was true, we do guide people, just not the disabled and elderly. Think more along the lines of hitmen and assassins.

Our job is simple. Aide our assigned partner through their missions by briefing them on the mission, hacking into the security of buildings, giving them directions, and letting them know if anyone was up ahead. Typical hacker things. Oh, and keeping track of their location, incase they need backup. Typically, your partner will need backup occasionally, four to five months is the company average. But I've never had to call backup. Maybe it's luck, but I'm almost certain it's not.

I believe it's my partner, rather than luck. He is literally the best assassin this company has. When they paired us up, everyone was curious as to why. Based on all the rumors flying around, this guy was a legend. No one truly understood why he had been paired with a newbie with no prior experience in anything related to computers or the company.

Until they saw us work together. We just clicked. I would have locked doors slide open as he approached them, as he responded with the witty pun that made me groan. In the middle of missions, we shared our stories about life outside of the company. We'd swap jokes and recipes, recommend restaurants for the other to try, we literally would just talk about anything. Morality, as he was called, was the only thing that made this horrible job worthwhile.

Our current target was an online personality by the name of Dracowitch. It seemed to be a German, or possibly Russian name, seeing as it was pronounced Draco-vitch. They've been untraceable, up until now.

I pull up to the print shop. Even though the store was a small local business, it seemed to be bustling with life. The lights were on and about half a dozen people were running around doing various things.

Taking a deep breath in, I walk inside and straight to the counter, where a man sat, attempting to hide the fact that he was watching cartoons with a book. I cleared my throat, before simply giving him a "hey."

"Ah, Mr. Black-Berry. I don't believe you have work tonight," the man said, pausing his show and closing his book.

"Got called in."

"I see, your husband must be mad."

"Doesn't know, he got called in too, so I left after he did."

"Be careful with that. Do it one too many times, you'll get accused of cheating. I did that once and she signed us up for therapy."

"Oh, how is the Mrs.?"

"She's fine. Been a bit better since therapy."

"That's good. Well, have a good night, Larry. Say hi to Dot for me!"

"Will do!" And with that he pressed a button under his desk. The door behind him slid open, revealing an elevator to the basement.

End of Chapter One.

@vaugleysassygrunt

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hey, I've read your whole single dad shiro series and I absolutely love it! Would you write one about shiro breaking his leg badly and 15 year old Keith having to take care of him and help at home? Thank you!

Hello there! This was a funny prompt to do. Because guess what? Shiro is the WORST patient ever. But Keith still loves him and helps him, but seriously, it’s like taking care of a child. Thank you for such a lovely prompt and for enjoying this AU! I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

              “I swearto god, if you get off that couch onemore time, so help me, I will duct tape you to it.”

              Shirofroze entirely, halfway off the couch. He could feel Keith’s piercing glarehitting the back of his head, and burning holes into it, and he could picturethe look of annoyance on Keith’s face. He knew that the threat was very real inKeith’s voice and the fifteen-year-old certainly wasn’t joking. He would ducktape his father to the couch, without hesitation.

              Slowly,Shiro lowered himself back onto the couch. His face immediately fell into apout and Keith sighed with relief.

              “That’smore like it.” Keith said before entering the living room. He ignored the puppydog look on his dad’s face, in order to rearrange Shiro’s foot (which wascurrently in a cast) back onto some fluffy pillows. Then he sat Shiro’s lunchdown on the table beside him. “You heard the doctor. You need to stay off itfor at least two weeks, then you can somewhatwalk around on the crutches.”

              “ButKeith, this is so booooooring.” Shiro sighed dramatically, causing Keith tosnort. Who knew that a man nearly in his forties could sound like atwo-year-old.

              “Tough.This is your fault for stupidly trying to clean the gutters on your own.” Keithreplied sternly and fluffed Shiro’s pillow once more.

              “Keith,I’ve been doing my own gutters since before you were born.” Shiro pointed outwith a raise of his eyebrows. Keith rolled his eyes and huffed.

              “Yeah,but you’re getting older now,” Keith said, to which Shiro gasped. “You’re moredelicate.”

              “Iresent that. Why would you wound your father, who is already injured?” Shirocrossed his arms over his chest and pouted again. Keith couldn’t help butsnicker at his dad’s attitude. Sure, he felt bad that his dad had been hurt andneeded to wear a cast for four weeks at least, but he was more concerned aboutkeeping his dad off his feet and resting.Shiro was a hard worker and Keith had grown up knowing just how hard his dadworked all the time. It was a struggle to get Shiro to slow down or rest, butthis was serious and now that Keith was getting older, he wasn’t about to letShiro dismiss his own health.

              Heneeded his dad to be healthy for the rest of his life.

              “Butthere’s still so much I need to do.” Shiro said quickly, hoping that this wouldget Keith to change his mind. “I never finished the gutters. Then there’s thelaundry and someone has to be a the training shelter to make sure all the dogsare okay. And balance the accounts out. And –”

              “I’mgoing to stop you right there,” Slowly, Keith’s hand rose in a motion to stopShiro from speaking. “I can help out with the chores and anything around thehouse. You literally have a staff atthe shelter that you personally hired, who can handle things while you’re gone.And if you’re that worried I can go to the shelter in your lead.”

              “ButKeith…”

              “No. Youare not moving from this couch, except to eat, use the bathroom and sleep.”Keith said quickly, with a firm look. It was a look that he had learned fromShiro, and was one that meant there was no room for argument. Shiro still wassensible enough to see when he had been defeated. “I just want you to getbetter dad. You need to stop and take it easy or you’re going to make itworse.” Shiro felt a tad bit guilty upon hearing the slight bit of pain in Keith’svoice. Of course he felt bad that Keith had gotten a call from Shiro, statingthat Shiro had fallen off a ladder and could probably use a ride to thehospital. He hated how Keith’s hands had shook on the steering wheel whiledriving him to the hospital, and he hated that Keith had worried so much.However, he was proud at Keith’s ability to stay calm and keep a leveled headin the situation and talk to the doctors on his own.

              Whatsucked was that now Keith was in charge.

              He was never going to let Shiro move until hisleg was fully healed.

              “Fine.”Shiro finally relented with a grumble. He knew defeat when he saw it and Keithwas not letting up any time soon. Hopefully, the next couple of weeks would goby so quickly.

x.V.x

              “…”

              “…”

              “…Tellme again, why I’m putting all of thepictures in different spots around the house?” Keith asked. He had a pictureframe in his hand and a hammer and nails in the other. Shiro was seated on achair in the kitchen, observing over Keith’s work with a tentative grin.

              “I justthought we could use an update. We’ve had the same pictures in the same placefor so long that it’s a bit of a drag.” Shiro beamed and nodded for Keith tokeep working. Keith sighed but didn’t argue with his dad.

              He hadoffered to do any of the work that his dad had planned, and if it made his dadhappy enough to stay off his brokenleg then Keith was willing to do it. Without complaint.

              “Do youwant this one to go here?” Keith asked, raising the picture above his head onthe wall. He heard Shiro quietly muttering to himself with a frown, andpatiently waited for a response.

              “Hm,actually no. Not there. There’s not enough room for them all. Try that wall.”Keith turned around to see Shiro pointed at a wall to the left of Keith. Onethat still had pictures on it. Keith sighed.

              “Youwant me to move those too then?” Keith asked, setting the frames and nailsdown. Behind him Shiro nodded.

              “Yes. Ithink we could do with a good move of allthe pictures in this house.” Shiro said quietly and Keith nodded in response. Whatever dad wants, I’ll do.

              “Fine,let me get them off the wall and hang these two up.” Keith quickly set to workof taking down the three pictures on the wall and hanging up the two in hisother hand. However, just as he was about to hang the last picture onto thewall, he could hear his dad clearing his throat.

              “Do youthink we should change the photos in the frames? They’re all kinda old, don’tyou think?” Shiro asked. Keith stopped before he placed the final frame on thewall and closed his eyes. Although, instead of annoyance or anger, a smallsmile had graced Keith’s face and he found himself laughing quietly.

              “Suredad, whatever you think.”

x.V.x

              “Did youknow that apparently Big Foot doesn’t even have big feet.” Shiro announced oneday after Keith had gotten home from school. Lance, Pidge and Hunk were followingbehind Keith, through the front door. Each of them waved to Shiro beforescattering throughout the house.

              Keithpaused to blink at his dad in confusion.

              “What?”He asked dumbly. Shiro never looked up from the laptop screen in front of him.

              “BigFoot. His feet probably aren’t as big as everyone makes it out to be.” Shiroexplained slowly. Whatever he was looking at or watching on the computer, ithad captured his entire attention span. “Proportionally to the rest of hisbody, his foot is pretty average size. It might seem big to us, because itwould be close to a size 14 or 15, but still. It’s not huge. That’s why peopleshould keep calling it Sasquatch, and not Big Foot.”

              “Right?And the Yeti. Totally related to them. It’s a subspecies, I’m sure of it.”Pidge announced suddenly. Keith almost jumped, having not heard Pidge reenterthe room.  He smiled with a roll of hiseyes when he saw Pidge brining over a package of cookies, before sitting downbeside Shiro. Quickly, Shiro scooted over, as he kept his leg elevated and thetwo began a deep conversation about the proper name for “Big Foot” andsightings that they may have seen ofthe creatures.

              It wasnerdy and adorable, but Keith couldn’t help but smile at the two and snap acouple of pictures and videos.

              “I thinkyou’ve had enough internet for today dad.” Keith laughed, causing Pidge andShiro to look at him in horror.

              “I’vebarely scratched the surface Keith. You don’t even want to know about theChubacabra.”

              Keithlaughed harder than he had laughed in months, in response.

x.V.x

              “Keith,he refuses to take the pain medication.”

              Keithsighed, fumbling with the phone against his ear and his shoulder as hecontinued to organize the back room stock of the Rescue shelter that his dadran.

              “Allura,you’re an adult. Surely you can force him too?” Keith asked, huffing when helifted another bag of dog food onto the shelf. He could hear the sounds ofmuffled voices on the other end of the line before Allura growled.

              “Despitebeing a leg and an arm less -”

              “Sure could use a hand Allura!”

              “Shiro,be quiet!” Allura snapped and Keith snickered to himself. “You better not belaughing young man.” Quickly, Keith sobered up and maneuvered the cellphonefrom his shoulder to his hand.

              “Sorry.But seriously?” Keith asked quietly and Allura groaned.

              “He’s alot stronger than he looks. I cannotforce him to do anything. Don’t youdare give me that look Shiro, I know you’re in pain.” Allura snapped, mostlikely to an offended looking Shiro and Keith bit his lip to keep from laughingagain.

              “Alluratell him I said he has to or else.”Keith finally said quietly, causing Allura to sigh in acceptance. She quietlyrelayed the message and Keith could hear the sound of Shiro’s voice in thebackground.

              “He saysor else what?” Allura repeated and Keith felt one of his eyebrows raise.

              “Orelse, I’ll take away that new Pokémon game on his phone that we just installed.”Keith replied.

              “Hesays, he doesn’t care. It’s not like he can go far anyway. Besides he caught a Pikachualready.” Allura said quietly and this time Keith almost groaned.

              “Fine.”Keith growled. “Then you tell him if he doesn’t take his pills I won’t be bringinghome his favorite seafood and instead I will cram boiled liver down his throatfor dinner tonight.”

              “…”

              Keithlistened as Allura spoke to Shiro over the phone and to the silence thatfollowed.

              “He’staking the pills now Keith.”              

              Keithgrinned. “That’s what I thought.”

x.V.x

              “I neverthought anyone could do it, but you did it dad.”

              “I toldher I was sorry. Several times in fact.”

              “That’snot enough.”

              “Whatmore can I do?”

              “Did yougive her a belly rub and scratch her favorite spot on her hip?”

              “Yes!”

              “And didyou get her a new toy and give her some of your lunch meat?”

              “Yes!”

              “Well,then I don’t know what else to do. You’ve done the impossible dad. You’veannoyed Red to the point where she’s hidingfrom you.”

              “…I saidI was sorry.”

x.V.x

              “Everythinglooks good. I’d say just another couple weeks of physical therapy andeverything should be back to normal. The cast can stay off.”

              “Oh,thank goodness.” Keith almost slumped back in his chair at the doctor’s wordsand Shiro rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly amused at the two, the doctoroffered a smile and a small laugh before excusing himself from the room.

              “Don’tbe so dramatic, I was not that bad.” Shiro said playfully, causing Keith toalmost choke on his laughter.

              “Dad,you were so bad. Horrible. You are the worst patient ever.” Keith said.

              “Youknow, grandma used to say that too when I was a kid.” Shiro rubbed his chin thoughtfully,and this time Keith did in fact laugh.

              “And youwonder why?” Keith laughed again when Shiro stuck his tongue out at him.Despite his exhaustion and what he had just said, Keith would have doneeverything over and over again if Shiro needed him to. More than anything hewas just glad his dad was alright.

              Okay, so a tiny part of him was glad his dadwouldn’t be asking him how to work the tv remote every five mintues.