#a silent voice lockscreen

[prplocks]

Do you think you could make a wallpaper/lockscreen for A Silent Voice?

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[haoraezip]

[saeun]

he's married ?! nanami kento.

sum. he's easily the top most handsome guy within his job. his relationship status is unknown, so what happens when his co-workers ship him with a female worker?

nanami is well known within his company. tall, insanely fit, and an attractive voice. it's not uncommon for men and women alike to find themselves thinking about him often. what's not common is knowing about his love life. no one knows anything and he would've kept it that way. but when push comes to shove, and you're shipped with someone who's not your beloved, nanami will make it known that he's not only taken but married.

in the coffee-break room there are three guys. now, there's nothing unusual about this — no, no. they're just three guys that are co-workers... except there's a twist. they aren't your regular co-workers, they're your uncommon trio of male gossipers and nanami just so happened to be their newest victim.

"shh, shh! he's here," guy one, tichi, whispers to the others, raising his eyebrows and pointing his chin to nanami's position.

the other two take a quick glance, nodding their heads when they've seen nanami's back faced towards them. it's a perfect moment to strike up a conversation, especially since it's just four men here.

guy two, tacho, shuffles his feet to the empty space near nanami. he pretends to open a sugar packet, fiddling with it as his eyes peep over nanami's shoulder. his heart skips multiple beats when the man himself turns around.

"morning to you, tacho," nanami greets, nodding his head before he turns his attention back to his cup of coffee.

"y-yeah, morning!" he stutters, awkwardly smiling in return. he turns his head to the other two in the background, mouthing the word 'help' to them. unfortunately, they do not give the aid to their friend. instead, tichi fakes a series of coughs and guy three, toeny, gives him a confident double thumbs up. there's no hope, tacho sighs.

it's a silent moment between the men — only the sounds of coffee brewing and a spoon coming into contact with the mug can be heard. tacho's mouth itches him, he happened to remember his group's recent conversation about nanami. he must ask — even if it costs him a mutual co-worker.

"so, nanami," he begins, waiting for nanami to give him the undivided attention.

nanami doesn't face him, but he hums in response. tacho doesn't mind this as an answer, so he continues, "i was wondering if the rumors of you being with the new worker, yeri, are true?"

there is one big lie in that question: there are no such rumors. it's just a theory the trio has been gossiping about every night. nanami's been helping out yeri for quite some time, one can only think that they have a special connection going on.

"that is bullshit," nanami gives a firm answer. nothing more, nothing less.

tacho's stunned, he blinks a few times to recollect himself. "oh — so you're not with her?"

nanami doesn't answer yet, but the two in the back give their unwanted reactions. tichi clicks his tongue three times, shaking his head in disappointment at tacho's second question. it's obvious dumbass, he thinks. toeny, on the other hand, presses his lips in a thin line, pretending to read a magazine that's been on the counter.

nanami reaches into his pocket, whipping out his phone. the trio's confused until nanami speaks.

"i am married man. this is my wife," he educates, pressing the power button to show you as his lockscreen.

he collects three gasps, internally nodding at their shock. that's right, i'm gladly taken.

"all this time you've been... MARRIED?!" tacho's voice heightens, he drops his spoon in shock. it's unbelievable yet somewhat believable.

nanami breathes out a 'yes', raising his arm to show the wristwatch. "she bought this for our five-years anniversary recently. it's quite expensive, going over four-thousand," he brags, emphasizing on key words.

he's been waiting for the precious day where someone indirectly asks for his relationship status. the day has come and he will spend it bragging about his beloved.

nanami doesn't give them a chance to speak, he carries on with his bragging, "she's a very lovely woman. all my bentos are made by her and she writes little notes for each. some may think it's childish but that's bullshit! they just haven't experienced the love of a woman. matter of fact, her most beautiful moments are when she's freshly awake. the smile she gives me is nothing but angelic."

his speech doesn't stop there, but it did for the trio. his words went in one ear and out the next. nanami's blabbering about his wife immediately set a blank face upon tichi, tacho, and toeny. they're jealous and also surprised.

"the way a woman can change a man will never not be amazing," toeny whispers, blankly gazing at nanami's ongoing speech.

[domuspeccati]

Day 16 : A Little Friction

Ft. Natty

Kink : Intercrural Sex

Natty places one hand on your thigh. “I’m ready,” she tells you. The beautiful Thai girl stands in front of you in all of her nude glory. The bare body shines in the light, her curves becoming illuminated by the flash of your camera.

“Definitely making that my lockscreen,” you joke. You then put your phone on the sofa. Once the mobile device is placed face-down, you stand up. Placing one foot in front of the other while approaching Natty, you crack your knuckles to relieve the tension and prepare your hands for a round of wandering.

She stares you down like a prey observing the approaching predator. “What do you want with me?” Natty asks playfully. She puts one hand out and it is met with one of yours. As your fingers interlock with hers, Natty prepares for the inevitable by turning around to place her backside in the direction of your bulge.

You rub your cock on Natty’s ass and smile. “You’re not afraid of anyone seeing?” The question hangs before she snatches it out of the air and replies.

“I have been watched before.” She puts her arms down, resting them on either side of her body. “That party is still fresh on my mind.” Natty giggles and looks down to see your hands go for her chest. 

“Never gets old, does it?” you ask her. When Natty moans, you take that as a response. Your hands caress her chest, getting an excellent feel of her tan mounds. “I have every single curve of your body memorized.” You kiss Natty’s cheek and bring two fingers to the girl’s nipples before pulling them gently.

Natty whimpers as her nipples are played with. “Have mercy,” she begs. The sensual tone in her voice indicates that she wants more. Only she can tell just how much more she wants. Her juices begin to drip from her pussy as your fingers move away from her nipples and her breasts are cupped.

You look over her shoulder, taking a peek at her chest. Her body has always looked amazing to you, but it looks exceptionally wonderful today. Your cock rubs against her asscheeks as you get closer to her. Now that there’s minimal room between your body and Natty’s, one of your hands goes down her body.

She feels chills down her spine. Natty happily accepts the movement of your hands, especially since one is inching down her body. “I dare you,” she says. Her train of thought is interrupted by your hand sliding between the lower lips. Once the first two fingers on your left hand slide between Natty’s folds without penetrating, she releases a moan from her parted lips. Natty has never been more prepared for your cock than she is right now.

You think about how you and Natty got into this position. As your fingers contemplate entry, you remember how things went earlier today. You witnessed Natty strip in front of you to reveal her body. At this point, you were still fully clothed.

The wandering mind nourishes your erection. You remember how she sensually bit her lip and covered her tits with one forearm. Her other hand went down to her pussy and covered it, making her assume a position similar to a Renaissance painting. The image is still very fresh in your mind.

Natty’s body, both in your memory and in the material world, awaits your touches. Your brain feeds you images of everything that happened earlier. After she uncovered her body, you remember her getting on her knees for you. The memory of the kneeling girl causes your cock to throb against her ass.

While you continue to stimulate yourself with your mind’s own version of a flashback, you feel your cock being grabbed. This reminds you of the moment when she tugged on the zipper of your jeans. Her hands worked quickly to remove your jeans before removing your underwear.

You recall just what she said to you in the heat of the moment. “No entry for you today,” she said, seemingly teasing you. “Today’s all about trying new things. I’ve never had it between my legs before.” With that, the Natty in your memory goes silent once more to toss your jeans and underwear aside.

The flashback continues as Natty stands up. She, as far as you can remember, stood up and leaned over. While her tits were swinging in your face, Natty placed one hand on your lap and another hand on your shoulder. The girl then moved her hand to the lower hem of your shirt and told you to raise your arms.

You raised your arms just as you were asked. Once your hands were lifted above your head, your shirt was removed from your body. You watched the shirt get thrown onto the stack of clothes, along with your jeans and underwear.

Natty then placed your pile of clothes next to her pile of clothes. When she came back over to you, she looked into your eyes. “Gonna take a picture?” she asked you. Natty then playfully posed and stood in the center of the room, assuming a relaxed stance similar to how a model for a painting would stand.

A tug on your shaft pulls you from your thoughts. “Ready?” Natty asks you. She slips your cock between her tan thighs and smirks. “I’ve been anticipating this moment. Be patient with me because I’ve never done this before.”

You smile as she’s successfully snapped you back to reality. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” You laugh and move your hand to her clit as your other forearm goes under her breasts to support them. Once Natty gets going, you softly moan in the ear of your partner. “This already feels pretty good.”

Natty looks down to see your tip peeking through her thighs. “I’m glad you think so.” She touches two fingers to her vagina, moaning as she smears the juices and collects them on her fingers. After collecting her juices, Natty loosens the grip that her thighs have on your shaft. She smears the juices on your cock and then guides it up to her pussy to lube it up more.

“Fuck,” you moan. “You always know how to get me going.” You feel the slightly sticky substance coat your cock as it is then placed back between her thighs. Once Natty puts the rod between her legs again, you feel the soft but meaty thighs embrace it. You kiss her neck and caress her body. “Go on. Try it out.”

Natty smiles and smushes her thighs against your shaft. “Is it already throbbing from being covered in my juices?” She teases you by pressing her thighs together again. This time she keeps the grip and slowly moves back and forth.

You bring one hand back to her chest. “Let me,” you tell her. When Natty slows down, she eventually comes to a stop. You then fondle a breast with one hand and use your other to stimulate her clit. “You’re so damn wet,” you moan in Natty’s ear as you begin to thrust between her smooth thighs.

She looks down to see your tip poking out from between her thighs. Natty watches your thrusts, carefully monitoring the slow movements to see how she feels about them. The girl feels your hips bucking against her each time they come forward.

Natty smiles, satisfied with the feeling of a thighjob. She stays still, unsure of how to continue other than keeping her pussy wet and keeping her thighs together. Natty gently rubs her thighs against your lubed cock, creating a little bit of friction with every single one of your deliberate thrusts.

You speed up, changing it up for your sake and hers. You fight back against her playful advances, pushing between her grinding thighs. Once you begin to throb, you come to a stop between her thighs.

She realizes that you want to trade control. “I’m down for that,” she moans. As you play with Natty’s clit, she rubs her thighs against your shaft. She then feels you grab her hands, a sensation that makes the girl stop. Natty has one of her hands guided to her chest and the other guided to her clit.

Now that both of her hands are keeping her occupied, you use this chance to overwhelm her. You take control once more and thrust between Natty’s thighs as she fondles her breasts and plays with her pussy.

Natty screams in ecstasy as you fuck her thighs. “FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” she yells, getting overstimulated by the combination of your hands, her hands, and your cock. Natty then feels two of your fingers sliding into her soaked pussy. The fingers being pushed between her pussy lips makes the juices drip past your hands, creating a small puddle of her own nectar beneath her.

You accept her challenge and speed up. As the speed increases, your intensity does as well. You take advantage of Natty, continuing to use her overwhelmed body. You fuck her thighs hard and fast, quickly pounding between the gap in her thighs. Your cock throbs from being stuffed between the meaty portion of her legs.

She feels your fingers push deeper into her pussy. The sensations all over her body prove to be too much for her. Natty clamps around your fingers, holding them tightly inside of her pussy as she gets to the brink of her orgasm.

You know the signs all too well. Despite knowing that she’s about to orgasm, you continue to finger her slightly faster. You then slow down and withdraw your fingers from her slit and keep pounding her thighs to see just how much it takes to push this girl over the edge and into the world of ecstasy.

Your answer comes rather quickly. Natty closes her eyes and bites her lips to prevent herself from screaming again. She shakes as her orgasm takes over. The juices spray from her body, soaking your hand and hers. Natty fondles her breasts with one hand and then looks down as she continues to spray juices all over your hand and the floor, creating a mess for her to clean up later.

Natty keeps it coming as you slap her pussy. When your fingers smack her lower lips, the juices splatter even more. She looks past her tits to see your tip peeking out from her thighs even more frequently. “Fuck yes,” Natty moans. The girl attempts to catch her breath as her orgasm winds down, but your hand rubbing her pussy lips makes it hard for her to come down from her sexual high.

You bring your soaked fingers up to Natty’s mouth. Without even saying a single word to her, you see that she understands what you want her to do. As Natty sucks her juices from your fingers, your cock frantically twitches between her legs.

She smiles as you remove your fingers from her mouth. “That feels so good,” Natty says, moaning as your fingers touch her pussy once more. She looks down to see your tip continuously peeking out from between her legs again. Natty feels more aroused as she watches you fuck her thighs with deep thrusts.

Natty looks back at you and kisses you deeply as you fuck her thighs harder. Her thighs rub against your length while her tongue slides into your mouth. She moans as your lips pull away from hers. “Paint me,” she begs. “Cover my tan thighs in your cum.”

She scrubs her juicy thighs against your shaft as you fuck them harder than before. Determined to make you blast, Natty tries every single thing that she can think of. She then brings her grinding thighs to a stop and backs her ass up against you. One of her hands reaches down to play with your tip.

The feeling of your tip being played with by Natty’s hand only adds to the pleasure for you. You release a soft moan as she cups her hand over your tip, apparently wanting to catch all of your cum in her palm.

You smile and feel that you can’t hold on any longer. With a satisfied groan, you release your seed onto Natty’s hand. You keep thrusting after releasing the initial spurt. As the ropes of sperm continue to be shot out, you watch Natty raise her hand to her mouth to taste the first bit of the load.

Natty feels your cock twitching between her thighs as you keep cumming. The subsequent thrusts excite her even more and she enjoys the taste of your cum. She then brings her hand back down to her thighs to smear the load.

After you finish your orgasm, you withdraw your cock from her thighs. You then rub it on her ass to clean it a little by smearing the last bit of love nectar on her asscheeks. “Good girl,” you tell Natty as you look back over at your clothes. You begin to walk over to the pile of clothes but Natty stops you.

“Not yet,” she tells you. Natty goes over to her stack of clothes and smiles. “They need to be washed anyway.” She then grabs her panties and walks over to the mess on the floor. Natty cleans it with her panties, using the underwear to clean your seed off of the floor. She then turns to face you and smirks. “Wanna watch me stuff them in?”

You chuckle and kiss her neck as she stands back up. “I would love to,” you tell her. “Why don’t you do that and then suck me dry?” You then go back over to the furniture and assume a seated position. While Natty shows you the panties, you wait patiently for her to stuff them in. You watch her insert them into her pussy slowly and think about just how hungry this girl could possibly be.

[rinkkuma]

sae silently curses himself for leaving his phone in the car. you were petting a few stray cats that went up to you, them being too irresistible to not pet. he so very desperately wanted to take a photo of you in this moment, no he needed to take a photo of you.

“sae! aren't they so cut—wait, why are you pouting?” you suddenly stop petting the soft feline, causing it to nuzzle into your hand, wanting you to continue.

“don’t tell me your jealous over a few cats sae!” you giggle, as sae changes his upset expression to his normal stoic expression, as if he was unaware he was pouting.

“n-no..” he ever so slightly turns his gaze away from you, yes he was upset, but not over some silly cats.

“just give me your phone.” sae says in a somewhat stern voice, desperate times call for desperate measures. after all, sae isn't letting this chance go to waste.

“why?” before you can even get your phone out a little from your pocket, sae immediately snatches it and opens the camera app and he starts taking photos.

you smile before reluctantly posing a little for the camera, sae lips slightly curl into a small smile, happy he got what he wanted.

“you know, you could’ve just asked me if you wanted to take pictures, sae. didn’t have to snatch my phone like that.” you continue to pet the cats as you peer at him, assuming he’s sending the photos to himself.

“yeah, yeah. let's just go home, yeah?” he gestures you to stand up while his hand is outstretched to help you up.

the car ride home was a comforting silence. the date with sae was beyond perfect, and the cats and the end topped it off. you see sae smiling in the corner of your eyes, what's he so excited for?

as the two of you enter your shared home, sae immediately turns on his phone and scrolls through a little before placing it down on the table to use the bathroom. (which was unusual for him to go on his phone first thing after getting home, he usually goes to the bathroom first)

you shrug it off, probably just him answering a text from his mom or something of the sort. you take the seat next to where sae was seated, patiently waiting for him to come back from the bathroom.

his phone lights up from a notification, and you can't help but want to take a small peek. you weren't being noisy or anything, but maybe it would give you a small hint of why he looked so excited earlier.

as you lean to take a peek, your eyes immediately widen and your heart flutters as you see his lockscreen.

sae had changed his lockscreen to you and the cats.

you smile, piecing together why sae was so very giddy earlier—he couldn't wait to change his lockscreen to the newfound photos he'd taken.

[httpsdana]

hey love x

can you write something about reader not feeling like anybody cares about her anymore like pau has been distant and her friends have been excluding her and stuff? just a lot of angst as im dealing with some friendship problems rn.

it’s okay if you don’t! love you and your writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Mirrorball~Pau Cubarsi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

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・❥・a/n: part 2?

It had been there for a while, that nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t particularly one thing that made her feel like that. It was everything.

After her semester was over and she had a break for a few months, she expected herself to go out and enjoy herself. But now halfway through this vacation all she did was sit at home, away from everyone.

Not on purpose though, all she wanted to do was be around her loved ones. But it seemed like the feeling wasn’t mutual. Her friends, who had been there with her through her whole life, almost seem like a distant memory now.

All she sees is pictures of them all together, hangouts that are hidden from her, an invitation never sent her way.

And Pau. Oh Pau. He was always her person, even before they started dating, he was the only person who was with her all the way.

But something changed. The phone calls started getting shorter and the messages she sent were left with no replies. She didn’t understand what had happened. It was like he was slowly pulling away and she didn’t even have the courage to ask him about it, afraid she might lose him for good.

The day everything went down began like every other day. She always had that little glimpse of hope that she’d wake up to one of Pau’s ‘good morning’ messages, that were a part of her old routine, but again all that hope shattered when she stared at the picture of her and Pau on her lockscreen, no messages, nothing.

The picture now mocked her; how she kept all this foolish hope even after everyone made it clear they didn’t want her around anymore. But she didn’t want to believe it, not now.

She sat on her bed, the house quiet after her parents left for a while, something about a family funeral all the way across Spain.

Usually she loved some quiet, but now it was suffocating. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand, opening her messages app.

She hesitated before opening her friends’ group chat, the one that had been silent for a while, which made her realize that another one exists; one she wasn’t a part of.

Her fingers typed out the message, and before she could reread it, she hit send.

y/n Hey, does anyone maybe wanna go to the mall?

The message was left with no reply for about an hour, with most of the girls seeing it but not replying. She let out a sigh, the hole in her chest deepening as she once again felt invisible to everyone. The hope in her came back when one of the girls started typing.

Isabela I'll go if Gabriela goes

Her heart dropped once again as she read the message. She didn't wanna go for her, she wanted to go if Gabriela went.

Her phone buzzed once again, more messages from the group chat

Gabriela fine I'll go

y/n swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, forcing herself to type out a response.

y/n cool. let's meet there at 2

She dropped her phone on the bed, already regretting it, but she needed the air outside the house.

It was 2:30, they were late. She had been sitting there just scrolling through Instagram, seeing the recent pictures of Pau in training.

His carefree smile, how he didn't seem to focus on anything besides training, not even her.

“Sorry we're late, we had more important things before,” a voice said, making her look up at the two girls. Though her voice lacked any sign of guilt, y/n smiled and stood up.

“It's fine. where should we go first?” she asked, clutching her bag tighter.

“Isa?” Gabriela turned to the girl who thought for a second before answering.

“We should go to Zara. I've seen some things online that are perfect for tonight's party” she said, before Gabriela nudged her quickly.

y/n's smile faltered, before forcing it back again. Another party she wasn't invited to.

“Let's go,” she mumbled, though the girls had already started to make their way to the shop.

In the store, she felt like a ghost again. The girls were going through the shelves, suggesting clothes for each other, helping each other choose the perfect outfit for tonight.

“I think this color looks good on you” she tried joining the conversation, smiling at Isabela.

The girl gave her a look, before turning to her friend, making y/n's smile fade again.

“Gabriela? What do you think?” she asked, giving her a spin.

Gabriela inspected her dress for a second before shaking her head.

“No, I liked the one before better,” she said. Isabela nodded and went back to the changing room.

y/n opened the door of the house, dropping the keys on the nearby table and rushing to her room.

She thought a day out would make her feel better, but all she felt now was worse, and all she wanted to do was talk to Pau.

He was always the one to make her feel better, and she hoped, just slightly, that he'd answer her and listen to her.

She opened her phone, hesitantly typing a message to Pau before pressing send.

Hey Pau, I had a really bad day and I just wanna talk to you, please 

She stared at the message for what felt like an hour, just waiting for something. anything.

After about an hour, she opened her phone again, only for her to see that Pau had seen her message. no reply

That was the last straw. Tears welled up in her eyes quickly, and before she could stop them, they were already falling down her cheeks.

She just wanted to feel visible for someone. She wanted to believe that she wasn’t alone; that someone cared. Her family. Her friends. Pau.

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[lvnleah]

this is a really long request ess t so feel free to ignore lol

Reader got pregnant young and drunk so has a young daughter and works in a pub. Alessia has been going to pub since joining arsenal bc it’s cozy and near her house and they met. They become close friends (they're in LOVE with each other but are kind of oblivious to eachother), everytime she has a chance Alessia spends time with R and R daughter, always always together, they're basically a married couple with a kid, to the point Alessias lockscreen is a picture of the 3 of them but she never told anyone about the pub and or R and her daughter (who basically grew up with less around, loves her like her other mum) because she wants to protect them. One day the arsenal girls ask her where she always goes, andl she takes them to the pub. At the pub less is nervous and when the girls ask her what is wrong she see a creepy man bothering R, when he touches her she goes mad, shocking everyone including herself when she punches him. Girls are shocked bc they saw sweet Alessia punching someone and they now know about her and R. Team learn more about R and her daughter and after meeting for good reader and daughter and see how they behave, they help Alessia finally confess her feelings. 💗💗

Finding home | Alessia Russo

I truly love this so thank you for the idea anon!

word count: 2.4k | masterlist

You hadn’t expected much when you clocked into your shift at the pub that evening. It was another long night ahead, and the buzz of conversation mingled with the clinking of glasses had already settled into a steady rhythm. At 25, you had your life together—or as together as it could be.

You had Daisy, your bright, energetic 4-year-old daughter, who was your world. You’d gotten pregnant at 21, and while those early days had been overwhelming, you found a way to cope. Between work and raising Daisy, you had a routine, a flow to your days.

Then one night she walked in—Alessia. She caught your attention the second she stepped through the door. You didn’t know who she was at the time. Just another customer. But something about her stood out. Maybe it was the way she smiled, that soft, genuine curve of her lips, or how her eyes crinkled slightly at the edges, filled with warmth even though you hadn’t exchanged more than a hello.

“Hi,” she said, leaning on the counter, her voice soft but steady. “I’m new to the area.”

You found yourself smiling back, something about her putting you at ease. “Welcome. What can I get you?”

You didn’t know it then, but that was the start of everything.

Over the next few weeks, Alessia became a regular at the pub. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become close. She’d just moved to the area, having signed with Arsenal, and though she was adjusting to her new life, she always found her way back to the pub. Back to you.

There was something natural about the way you two clicked. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, you were hanging out outside of work. Coffee here, a walk there. Soon, she’d met Daisy, and the bond between the three of you grew quickly. Alessia had a way with Daisy, a knack for making her laugh in that full-belly kind of way that made your heart swell.

You weren’t blind to how you felt about Alessia. The way your heart quickened when she smiled at you, how your day brightened when you saw her name pop up on your phone. You knew, deep down, that you were in love with her. And you could tell Alessia felt the same. But neither of you ever said it. The fear of ruining what you had, of stepping over that invisible line, kept you both silent.

A year passed, and nothing had really changed—yet everything had. You were 26 now, Alessia 25, and Daisy, who had just turned 5, had started to call Alessia her “other mum” to other people. She adored Alessia, clinging to her whenever she was around, and you couldn’t blame her. Alessia made you both feel seen and cared for.

Movie nights with Alessia and Daisy had quickly become a tradition, a cosy ritual that the three of you looked forward to at the end of a long week. Tonight was no different.

Daisy, ever the ball of energy, was bouncing around the living room in her pyjamas, clutching her favourite stuffed animal while you set up the film. You smiled to yourself, watching her dance around in excitement. The movie didn’t really matter—Daisy rarely stayed still long enough to watch the entire thing—but it was the atmosphere that counted.

Alessia sat on the couch, her long legs stretched out as she tried to corral Daisy. “C’mere, munchkin!” she called, laughing when Daisy climbed up onto her lap with a dramatic sigh.

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn and settled in on the other side of the couch, the warm weight of the evening wrapping around the three of you like a blanket. Alessia leaned in slightly, close enough that your arms brushed, and Daisy nestled herself between you both, already giggling at something on the screen.

As the movie started, Daisy squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable between you and Alessia. “What’s this one called again?” she asked, her wide eyes flicking between you both.

“It’s Moana, remember?” Alessia answered, gently brushing a strand of Daisy’s hair out of her face. “We’ve watched it, like, ten times already.”

Daisy giggled, snuggling closer to Alessia. “Oh yeah! I like when she sings. You know, like this—” She cleared her throat dramatically before belting out, “I am Moana!” with as much enthusiasm as her little lungs could muster.

Alessia laughed, looking over at you with that familiar playful smile. “She’s a natural, don’t you think?”

You grinned, nodding. “Definitely. We might have a future superstar on our hands.”

Daisy giggled. “I’m gonna be just like Moana when I grow up. Right, Lessi?”

Alessia leaned down, her eyes twinkling as she whispered conspiratorially, “I think you’re already cooler than Moana.”

Daisy’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Really,” Alessia said with a wink. “Moana’s brave, but I bet she couldn’t dribble a football like you.”

Daisy giggled, delighted by the compliment. “You’re right! I’m better!” Then, after a moment, she asked, “Can we play football tomorrow? You can show me more tricks?”

“Of course,” Alessia replied, her voice soft. “I’ll teach you anything you want. You’re gonna be a pro in no time.”

Daisy seemed to consider this for a moment, then added, “And after football, can we have ice cream?”

Alessia glanced at you, raising an eyebrow as if asking for permission. You shrugged, smiling. “If you both behave.”

“Yessss!” Daisy pumped her fist, clearly excited about tomorrow’s plans.

As the movie continued, Daisy asked a hundred questions, as usual. “Why is the ocean magic? Can we go to the ocean tomorrow too?” she asked, leaning back against Alessia.

Alessia smiled, amused by Daisy’s endless curiosity. “We’ll have to see how far we can get after football and ice cream. It might be a bit too cold for the ocean though, we might have to stick to swimming.”

“Yay!” Daisy cheered, then turned to you. “Mummy, can we bring Lessi to swimming lessons with us?”

You exchanged a glance with Alessia, feeling your heart warm at how easily Daisy wove her into your lives. “Of course, we can, Dais.”

With that, Daisy seemed satisfied, and her questions quieted down as she nestled into Alessia’s side. Alessia wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close, and shot you a soft, affectionate smile.

“Guess I’m stuck with you two, huh?” she whispered teasingly.

You chuckled, nudging her gently. “You know you love it.”

“I really do,” she murmured, her voice so quiet you almost missed it, but the warmth in her eyes said enough.

You noticed how effortlessly Alessia fit into your life. She wasn’t just a guest here; she belonged. The way she held Daisy’s hand when a particularly suspenseful scene came on, or how she absentmindedly passed you the popcorn—every movement, every glance, felt like home.

Daisy, always the chatterbox, kept turning to ask questions about the movie, and Alessia, ever patient, answered each one as though it was the most important thing in the world. It was moments like this that made your heart swell.

Halfway through the movie, Daisy had curled up against Alessia’s chest, her eyes drooping with sleep. Alessia shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, and you caught the soft look in her eyes as she glanced down at Daisy. There was so much love in that look, so much tenderness that it made your breath catch.

You had become something of an old married couple, without ever defining what “you” were. There were stolen glances, playful touches, and inside jokes that only the two of you understood. You were always together, practically inseparable, and people around you began to notice.

Some of Alessia’s friends had caught on—Lotte had met you early on and was one of the few who knew the whole story. But others had only heard bits and pieces about a girl Alessia had met. She never mentioned your name or Daisy.

It was a Thursday night when Alessia brought some of her teammates to the pub. You didn’t know at first, of course. You were busy behind the bar, moving from one customer to the next, keeping up with orders. But when you glanced up, there they were, a group of them gathered at a table near the back. Alessia sat with them, looking slightly nervous, which wasn’t like her.

You could see her teammates chatting away, curious glances occasionally directed toward you. You wondered what she’d told them, if anything. Lotte caught your eye and waved, but the others didn’t seem to recognize you.

As the night went on, Alessia seemed more on edge. You noticed it in the way her eyes kept darting toward the bar, like she was checking on you. Then it happened. A man, one of the regulars you weren’t too fond of, had sidled up next to you at the bar, clearly a little too drunk. He’d been making comments all night, none of which sat well with you, but you’d brushed them off, used to dealing with that kind of thing. But when he reached out and touched your arm, something in the air shifted.

Before you could even react, Alessia was out of her seat. The sound of her voice, usually so soft, was sharp and commanding as she stormed over, eyes blazing.

“Get your hands off her,” she practically growled, her voice louder than you’d ever heard it.

The pub went silent. Everyone turned to watch as Alessia squared up to the man, her entire demeanour transformed. The sweet, gentle Alessia you knew was gone, replaced by someone fiercely protective, someone who wasn’t going to let anyone cross a line with you.

The man, clearly startled by her sudden outburst, backed off quickly, muttering an apology before slinking away. Alessia stood there for a moment, chest heaving, as if even she couldn’t believe what had just happened. Her teammates were wide-eyed, jaws practically on the floor. They had never seen her like that before.

When Alessia finally turned back to you, her expression softened instantly, concerned replacing the anger that had flared up moments before. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost tentative.

You nodded, still a little shocked yourself. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Alessia took a breath, running a hand through her hair as her teammates approached, clearly wanting answers. Lotte had a knowing smile on her face, but the others looked confused and curious.

“Everything okay?” Beth asked, glancing between the two of you.

Alessia hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just… protecting what’s important.”

It was then that she turned to introduce you properly to the team. “This is her,” Alessia said, her voice softer again, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “This is who I’ve been telling you about.”

You smiled awkwardly as the girls greeted you, and slowly the tension eased. They asked questions, mostly about how long you’d known each other, and how you met. But eventually, the conversation shifted to Daisy, and the smiles around the table grew warmer when they learned about your little girl.

By the end of the night, you weren’t just a mystery anymore. You were a part of Alessia’s world, just like she was a part of yours.

A few weeks had passed since the incident at the pub. Alessia had returned to her usual self, although there was a noticeable change in the way her teammates interacted with you now—warmer, more knowing. It felt like they saw you not just as a friend of Alessia’s, but as someone who was clearly important to her.

You hadn’t brought up what had happened, not wanting to make a big deal out of it, but it lingered in the back of your mind. Alessia’s protectiveness, her intensity that night—it had stirred something deep within you. You knew there was more to your relationship than just friendship, but neither of you had ever found the right moment to say it out loud.

That was, until one evening.

Alessia had just come back from training, and you were at home, tidying up after dinner with Daisy. The door swung open, and she stepped in, looking slightly flustered. Her hair was still damp from a quick post-training shower.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, turning toward her, sensing that something was on her mind.

She hesitated for a second before crossing the room in a few strides, stopping right in front of you. Her hands reached out, resting gently on your hands, and she took a deep breath.

“I need to ask you something,” she said, her voice steady but laced with a hint of nerves.

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden seriousness. “Okay…”

Alessia bit her lip, “The girls—they’ve been telling me to just… say something. To stop being scared. And they’re right. I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t real.”

Your heart started to race. You had a feeling where this was going, but you didn’t dare assume.

“I love you,” she finally said, the words spilling out all at once. “I’ve been in love with you for a long time now, and I know you probably already know that, but I just… I needed to say it. I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I want to be with you, for real.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the weight of her words settled over you. For a moment, you couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by the flood of emotions.

“Alessia…” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes as you took in the sincerity in her expression.

She squeezed your hands gently as if to steady herself. “So, will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

A smile broke across your face, and you nodded, barely able to get the words out. “Yes. Yes, of course, I will.”

Before you could say anything else, Alessia pulled you into a kiss. Her hand rested on the small of your back as the kiss deepened. It was something you’d been craving for a long time.

When you finally pulled back, Alessia was smiling “I can’t believe it took me this long,” she murmured.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Honestly, I was waiting for you to figure it out. I was too scared.”

Alessia laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Well, I’m glad I finally did.”

Just then, a sleepy voice from the doorway interrupted the moment.

“Mummy? Lessi? What’s happening?” Daisy rubbed her eyes, clearly having woken up from a nap.

Alessia crouched down to Daisy’s level, her smile widening. “Guess what, Daisy? Your mum and I… we’re officially together now.”

Daisy blinked, processing the information. Then, with a huge grin, she ran over and hugged Alessia around the neck. “Yay! Does that mean we can be a family now?”

You exchanged a tender look with Alessia before nodding. “Yeah, Dais. We already are a family.”

[devildomditzy]

"Wait, am I your lock screen?" + mammon + 🫣⛈️

His habit of keeping his phone away from you an out of your reach was one you mildly questioned, but ultimately learned to ignore. You figured the second born had something he wanted to keep private, possibly his latest failing stocks, or demanding texts from witches looking for compensation for his less than savory activities.

You ignored it, up until you turned to corner into the student council room, ears picking up several voices loudly talking over each other. Knowing this can only mean one thing, you prepare yourself to become Mammon’s attorney before walking in yourself.

“Ooo my! If it isn’t the person of the hour!”, Asmo coos from his chair, leaning over the edge of the table. “We were just talking about you, hun!”

“Talking about me?”, you ask, eyes circling around the room in both curiosity and confusion. You lock eyes with your first pact mate to ask a silent question, only to find him blushing furiously, attempting to simmer down from something that had just clearly upset him. He locks eyes with you for a brief moment before quickly averting his gaze.

Well, that’s typical. What wasn’t typical was the teasing stares of everyone else in the room, now centered on you.

“Well, we were just finishing up a student council meeting,”Asmo continues. “And you know how Lucifer always takes our D.D.D.’s before hand?”

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with me?”

“Getting there, darling!”

You once again shift your eyes over to Mammon, who seemed to be having an internal battle with himself. One minute, it looked like he was going to bolt out of the room, the next it seemed he was so frustrated with his brothers that he was choosing to stand his ground.

“Lucifer starting passing them back out afterwards, and I noticed the cutest thing displaying on my dear older brother’s phone!”, Asmo finishes, bringing his cupped hands up to his face, almost as if he was looking at a newborn kitten.

“ROLF, this is super normie of him”, Levi chimes in, not looking up from his game, but still smiling to himself like he had just been told the funniest joke.

“I have to say, I know how idiotic you can be, but I didn’t expect you to display something you vehemently try to hide so prominently.” The smirk on Satan’s face makes you feel uneasy.

You hear a distinct tch come from the direction of the second born, who you now notice was clutching his D.D.D very close to his chest, with his grip tight around it. Like, real tight. Like, his knuckles are going white and you think he might break it tight.

Your eyes jump from brother to brother in confusion. “What are you talking about?”.

Asmo’s grin becomes lethal as he turns back to Mammon. “Weeelllll, go on Mammon. Do you want to tell them, or shall I?”.

You watch as Mammon turns redder somehow, if that was even possible, and starts to stutter. “I-it’s none of your business, okay?”

“Ooohh I beg to differ! I’d think a picture of our dear, dear MC is specifically their business!”, Asmo taunts in a sing song voice.

“A picture of me.. did you like, take an embarrassing picture of me or something?”, you question. Honestly, as much as you love the idiot, you wouldn’t put it above Mammon to blackmail you with an unflattering photo of yourself.

“N-no! It’s not you! I-I mean it is you but it’s not embarrassin’ or anythin’!”.

Oh the poor boy, he looks like he’s going to combust.

“Tick tock!”, Asmo once again pressures him to spit it out.

Mammon shuts his eyes as tight as they can go, and takes a deep breath, opening his mouth to say it before anyone else can-

Beel pipes up from where he’s been quietly munching on some hell newt chips.

“Why does it matter if MC’s his lockscreen?”

Ah. There it is. You watch all the color drain from Mammon’s face. He tenses up, his body language screaming ‘panic’.

“Wait, am I your lockscreen”, you question, hoping he notices your voice doesn’t hold an ounce of teasing, but instead genuine fondness.

His eyes remain trained on the table, his mouth drawn into a tight line, but he stiffly shakes his head in a confirming nod.

“Can I see?”

Mammon slides his D.D.D across the table to where you stand. Clicking on the screen, you see picture of yourself at Devil’s Coast. You’re turned to the side, not quite looking at the camera, but laughing brightly at something. The ferris wheel framed in the background of the shot makes the candid look like something out of a movie. Then it hits you - you’ve. never seen this picture before.

He must have taken it when you weren’t looking.

As laughter erupts throughout the room from his brothers, he’s shocked to not hear yours mixed in with the cacophony l. Instead when you speak, it makes the room go dead silent.

“Mammon… that is so sweet!”, and he can hear the smile in your voice as you run around the table to hand him your own. “Here, look at mine.”

He hesitates for a second, looking up at you for confirmation before taking it. Clicking on the screen, he stares back at a picture of himself. He’s in one of the outfits he wore for Devil Style, so this is definitely from his last shoot, but… this wasn’t professional by any means. It was clearly taken by you, a little shaky and a bit out of center frame, but you must have snapped a picture of him between sets.

And even more so - he’s shirtless in it.

“Ha…HA!”, Mammon exclaims, proudly showing the screen to each and everyone of his brothers. “See that? Of course MC’s got a picture of The Great Mammon as their lockscreen! Makes sense since I’m their first and their favorite!”

“Uggghh, gross”, groans Levi as he stands up to leave, “I knew I should have just went to my room.”

“Aww, MC, why not a picture of me?!”, whines Asmo as he drapes himself over your shoulders, much to Mammon’s annoyance.

“I can’t say that’s a sight I’d want see every time I have to take a phone call”, Satan says all snide and - you’ve had it.

Time to shut them all up.

“Of course I’d want a picture of Mammon as my lock screen. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“WHAT!?”, you hear all the voices in the room cry out at once.

“I am? I-I mean, of course I am! Ya hear that? MC’s taken by The Great Mammon! So all of ya better back off, ya got it?!”

You giggle at his bravado and the looks of disgust and disappointment on the remaining faces in the room, leaning down to kiss his cheek to really drive the point home.

Oh. Looks like he can get redder.

[tinytinyblogs]

Is that me on your lockscreen?

They caught you putting their pic on your lock screen.

Stray kids masterlist here

Chan

Chan discovered this when you accompanied him while he was immersed in his thoughts. As you headed to the restroom, his eyes landed on your phone lying on the table. It would have been insignificant, but then you received a notification, and he caught a glimpse of his photo on your lockscreen. Whatever had been occupying his thoughts at the time instantly faded away, replaced by a broad, gleeful grin. He felt as if he were floating, his heart overflowing with the knowledge that you reciprocated his deep love and affection. He could see it plainly in your eyes. In that moment, he realized that he was not merely attracted to you; he had become a simp for you, his heart completely captivated by your charms. Despite the interruption to his work, Chan's annoyance dissolved into pure joy upon seeing your phone. His mind, initially focused on the task at hand, was now consumed by the image of his own face adorning your lockscreen.

The realization that you held him in such high regard sent a jolt of euphoria through his veins, causing him to grin uncontrollably. As you returned to the room, his smile remained, radiating an infectious warmth that enveloped you. Without a word, he pulled you into a comforting embrace, his eyes drawn to your phone once again. While you were engrossed in the digital world, he silently observed your every move, his heart overflowing with gratitude for your love. When his gaze met your lockscreen for the second time, he couldn't contain his emotions any longer. A torrent of sweet words cascaded from his lips, expressing his profound love and admiration for you. His voice, laced with tenderness and affection, echoed through the room, creating a symphony of love that resonated with your soul. "My brain might be short-circuiting from all the love you give me, hence the idiotic smile. Don't judge."

Minho

Minho, known for his casual and often unannounced phone borrowings, once again had your phone in his possession. With a nonchalant tap on the screen, his eyes fell upon his own image gracing your lockscreen. It was a photograph captured without his knowledge, yet there he was, frozen in a candid moment that radiated an undeniable charm. A wave of inexplicable happiness washed over Minho, momentarily silencing his teasing nature. His mind, usually sharp and quick-witted, seemed to stumble, unable to formulate the playful jabs he had initially intended. Instead, he found himself lost in the depths of your affection, the simple act of using your phone revealing a level of intimacy that sent his heart aflutter. The unexpected discovery of his own image on your lockscreen was like a gentle caress to his soul, awakening a blossoming flower within him.

It was a testament to your unspoken affection, a silent declaration of love that resonated with his own burgeoning emotions. Minho, unable to contain his excitement any longer, rushed towards you, pulling you into a warm embrace. As he held you close, he confessed his desire for your affection, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. His heart, brimming with love for you, overflowed with the urge to shower you with his adoration. Later, when the opportunity arose, Minho couldn't resist the urge to tease you about his newfound simp status. With a playful grin, he revealed that he had secretly changed his own lockscreen to a picture of you. It was a subtle yet powerful gesture, a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. "I just know you can't resist my charming presence for even a single second."

Changbin

Changbin, with a heart brimming with pride and affection, decided to take matters into his own hands. He stealthily replaced his lockscreen with a picture of you, a radiant smile illuminating the screen. As he held his phone, his eyes gleamed with a newfound confidence, eager to unveil his precious treasure to the world. With a triumphant grin, he presented his phone to you, his chest puffing out like a proud peacock. "Look!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike excitement. "I changed my lockscreen to you!" Later, as you and Changbin sat together, you absentmindedly reached for your phone, requesting him to pass it to you. As he handed it over, his eyes accidentally fell upon the lockscreen, revealing the image of his own smiling face. For a moment, Changbin was caught off guard, his large frame momentarily frozen in surprise.

Then, a grin slowly spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with delight. "You have me as your lockscreen too?" he chuckled, his voice filled with disbelief and amusement. Changbin, with his characteristic loud and boisterous personality, couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He proudly proclaimed that you two were a couple made in heaven, destined to be together forever. His voice boomed through the room, echoing his unwavering belief in your bond. Even among his friends, Changbin couldn't resist bragging about his newfound love. He regaled them with tales of your shared experiences, painting vivid pictures of your shared laughter, your deep connection, and the unbreakable bond that united you. Changbin found himself checking his phone more and more frequently, not just for notifications or calls, but simply to gaze at your image. It was a constant reminder of your presence, a soothing balm to his soul.

Han

Han, with his gentle heart and quiet demeanor, found himself caught in an unexpected whirlwind of emotions as you wordlessly handed him your phone. He was never one to crave attention, preferring to blend into the background, yet the moment his eyes fell upon his own image gracing your lockscreen, he felt a wave of shyness wash over him. His cheeks flushed a rosy hue, a stark contrast to his usual paleness. His heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings, its rhythm echoing the depth of his affection for you. The sight of himself on your lockscreen, a testament to your unspoken love, sent a jolt of happiness through his veins. In that crowded moment, amidst the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Han felt a sense of vulnerability that he had never experienced before. His mind, usually calm and collected, seemed to malfunction, unable to process the surge of emotions that overwhelmed him. His eyes, usually calm and serene, sparkled with happiness, reflecting the depth of his feelings for you.

In that moment, Han was no longer just a simp; he was a man deeply in love. After sharing that tender moment, Han couldn't resist the urge to capture your beauty on his phone. He meticulously scrolled through his gallery, searching for the perfect image to represent your essence. Each photograph held a cherished memory, a moment frozen in time that he would forever treasure. As he searched, Han found himself torn between countless options. Each picture captured a different facet of your beauty, from your radiant smile to your captivating eyes. He wanted to choose an image that not only reflected your physical beauty but also embodied the warmth and kindness that radiated from within. Finally, after much deliberation, Han settled on a picture that captured your essence perfectly. It was a candid shot, taken in a moment of genuine joy. Your smile, as bright as the sun, illuminated the image, while your eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. "Warning: Extreme levels of happiness detected! You've successfully infiltrated my entire life, even my phone screen."

Hyunjin

Hyunjin, with a heart brimming with love and admiration, approached you with a gentle smile, eager to share a thought that had been lingering in his mind. As he neared, he noticed your phone lying face up on the table, its screen illuminated by a soft glow. Curiosity piqued, he leaned in to take a closer look, only to be met with a sight that melted his heart and sent a jolt of joy through his veins. There, on your phone screen, was an image of him, captured in the midst of his artistic passion. His brush poised delicately in mid-air, his face aglow with concentration and creativity. But that wasn't all that caught Hyunjin's attention. As he looked around, he realized that his art was not just adorning your lockscreen but also gracing the homescreen. His paintings, each infused with his unique style and emotions, had become an integral part of your living space, adding a touch of vibrancy and personality to your surroundings.

Hyunjin, with his heart overflowing with love and affection, found himself glued to your side, an ever-present companion as you went about your day. His eyes followed your every move, his smile radiating warmth and adoration. Even the simplest tasks, when shared with you, transformed into moments of pure joy. Not content with mere sketches, Hyunjin began striking poses for you, playfully requesting that you capture his image. He wanted his very essence, his artistic soul, to be immortalized on your phone screen, a constant reminder of your love and admiration. And so, your phone became a virtual gallery of Hyunjin's art, each image a testament to his love and creativity. Your home, too, transformed into a living masterpiece, adorned with canvases depicting your shared moments, your laughter, and the unbreakable bond that united you. "I look damn good in this picture. Save it and let everyone know who owns your heart."

Felix

Felix, with his infectious energy and bubbly personality, bounced into the room, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. He had just finished a grueling game session and was eager to unwind, hoping to find a new distraction on your phone. As he approached you, his eyes fell upon your phone, resting face up on the table. With a playful grin, he reached out to grab it, eager to immerse himself in the digital world. However, the moment his fingers brushed against the screen, a surge of joy coursed through his veins, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. There, adorning your lockscreen, was a picture of him, captured in a candid moment that radiated his signature charm. His smile, wide and infectious, illuminated the screen, sending a jolt of happiness through Felix's heart. Overwhelmed with emotion, Felix let out a squeal of delight, his voice echoing through the room.

He instantly wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly as if to contain the surge of joy that threatened to overflow from his heart. His feet kicked up in the air, his body swaying to an inaudible rhythm as he danced around you, his laughter echoing through the room. The mere sight of his own image on your lockscreen had transformed his day, filling him with an inexplicable sense of happiness and validation. He would take candid shots of you when you were unaware, capturing your genuine smiles and unguarded moments. He would also take selfies of you together, preserving the precious memories you shared. He would proudly display them on his phone's lockscreen, his laptop's background, and even his social media profiles. His love for you was like a beacon, shining brightly for all to see. "See who just brightened up my screen? My favorite person in the world, of course! You have a way of making everything feel perfect."

Seungmin

Seungmin, with his characteristic stoicism, approached your phone with a nonchalant air. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes scanning the screen with a casual detachment. However, beneath the surface of his composure, a storm of emotions was brewing. As his eyes fell upon the image of himself adorning your lockscreen, a jolt of electricity surged through his veins. His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that mirrored the intensity of his love for you. Despite his best efforts to maintain his cool demeanor, a faint blush crept up his cheeks, betraying the undeniable excitement that fluttered within him. Internally, Seungmin was melting, his heart overflowing with a warmth that threatened to melt his usual icy exterior. The simple act of seeing his own image on your lockscreen was a powerful affirmation of your love, a silent declaration that you held him in the highest regard.

With a playful smirk, he feigned indifference, asking, "Oh, so you keep a picture of me on your phone? How many more do you have hidden away?" Seungmin, despite his cool demeanor, was a simp through and through. He reveled in the thought of you carrying his image with you, but he couldn't resist the urge to outdo your admiration. He carefully selected the bestest picture he thought would be on his screen, a picture that captured your essence perfectly. Upon discovering his secret, Seungmin would act like a fool, his cool persona momentarily dissolving into a flurry of embarrassment and delight. He would playfully tease you about your own admiration for him, pretending to be oblivious to the true extent of his own simpdom.

Jeongin

Jeongin, with his youthful charm and endearing personality, had developed a special habit with you. He loved capturing the moments you shared, creating a visual narrative of your love story through couple photos and aesthetic snapshots. These images served as tangible reminders of your shared experiences, preserving the precious memories that you had created together. Jeongin, like any young man, enjoyed having a cool photo as his lockscreen. He appreciated the aesthetics, the way a well-composed image could elevate his phone's appearance. However, there was something undeniably special about seeing his own face adorning your lockscreen. It filled him with a sense of pride and joy, knowing that you were proud to display him as your partner. When Jeongin first noticed his image on your lockscreen, he felt a surge of happiness that threatened to overwhelm him.

His heart pounded in his chest, a rhythm that mirrored the intensity of his love for you. A wide grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with delight. In that moment, Jeongin realized that the photo on your lockscreen represented more than just a picture. It was a symbol of your love, a declaration to the world that you were together. It was a reminder that you found him attractive, that you cherished the moments you shared, and that you were proud to call him yours. From that day forward, Jeongin cherished the habit of taking couple photos with you. Each image became a treasured memory, a snapshot of your shared journey. He would often find himself gazing at your lockscreen, admiring the way he and you looked together, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for the wonderful person you were. "Sure, others can try, but they'll never come close to the magic we have."

©Tinytinyblogs

[myjjongie]

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.ᐟ ── we need to talk

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have been at each others throats for the whole time you've been enrolled at decelis university. the reason for the rivalry in question? the #1 rank on the academic leaderboard in the university. you went through your whole high school life being #1 on the academic leaderboard. you meet jay, who also had the same upbringing in high school. things then start to turn into a constant battle. leaving you constantly in second place and jay in first place every rank update.

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in that very moment i felt my whole world come to a halt. the boy i’ve had a minor crush now turned into potential relationship was going to be my soon cousin…

thinking as far as i could, i remembered hearing my uncle talk about his girlfriend briefly on many occasions. there were times when he mentioned that she had a son who was around my age as well. but what were the fucking odds of my uncle’s now stepson, is the guy i so happen to be talking to romantically… i stared at the newly engaged couple and their son standing at the front of the living room. not being able to help it, my eyes land on heeseung. a lot of thoughts raced in my head at once. how did i not see him around the house at all until this very moment? why did this end up happening to me? i slowly began to regret not taking the time to try and get to know my uncle’s girlfriend whenever he had her around. lost in my inner thoughts i was unaware of jake standing next to me. his hand was placed on my shoulder tugging at it gently to gain my attention. jake was as shocked as i had been but knew he needed to be composed for me. finally snapping out of it i turn to jake wide eyed.

“we need to leave…” i mutter out as i stood planted in place. the only time luck was on my side tonight was for the fact jake and i stood at the living room exit.

speaking up again to jake i turned one more time to look at my uncle and his finance. one more glance to truly check that it was all real and really happening… chills ran down my arms as i locked eyes with heeseung. for the brief moment i looked at him, his face had a look of pure confusion. feeling the embarrassment creep up, i yank jake’s arm and tug him towards the door. jake willingly complied as he knew the first thing i wanted to do in the moment was get out. once out the door i instantly bolted to jake’s car. i almost ran down the driveway with the pace i walked away from the house. jake was silent as he followed behind me. jake was unsure of what to say or do in the moment as well. as i stood infront of jake’s car i rummaged in my purse to get my phone. staring at my lockscreen glowing back at me, i dazed off for a second to then remember what it was i was doing. unlocking my phone with shaking hands, i swipe on the screen to find my message app. as my thumbs frantically typed across the screen, i type a message to my uncle. the text was telling him i needed to leave right away and was sorry for not saying goodbye. after sending the text i lock my phone not even waiting for a possible response back. as quickly as i dug my phone out of my purse i quickly shoved it back in.

“can you take me home now?” my voice came off weak and dejected. as if i was due to cry at any moment.

jake softly nodded his head as he reached into his pocket to get his car keys. once hearing the door unlock i climbed into the passenger seat to only stare out the windshield. my mind was a mess of its own. feeling major amounts of embarrassment mixed with confusion and shock. hearing jake close his car door i blink a couple times helping bring myself back fo reality.

“do you wanna talk about it?” jake’s voice was gentle and calm. in any other situation jake might’ve cracked a couple jokes at everything. but he knew this moment was not something to not crack a joke at.

hearing his words my eyes began to brim with tears. little by little did the tears fall from my eyes and into the palms of my hands. once the droplets started it didn’t take long for my tears to build in eyes. tears dropped as i blinked away the blur building up in my eyes from the water.

“god i feel so embarrassed…”

“hey don’t feel embarrassed. you had no idea..” jake reached out a hand and rubbed my back reassuringly. it was comforting but only made my tears worse.

“jake i was practically about to date my cousin…. what’s not embarrassing about that!?” i couldn’t help but raise my voice at the end. my head sharply turned to look over to jake. despite my eyes blurring from the tears i was able to see his face. jake had a worried look, i could tell he didn’t quite understand my reaction. to me it had been the general idea of almost dating my to be cousin that made me feel embarrassed in ways i found hard to describe.

jake was right, there was no reason for me to react the way i am. wanting to forget everything about the situation there was a small underlying thought i had. i knew my uncle had a girlfriend. yet i never took the chance to ask about her or her son. those thoughts alone fueled for how i felt about everything right then and there.

“jake you can’t tell anyone about this…” a heavy sigh left my lips as my tears began to dry up.

“of course i wouldn’t.. but what about keeho, sunoo and nings. you’re gonna tell them right?”

“of course i’m gonna tell them. they always need to be in the know.” i chuckled at the concept of our friend group always knowing everything about one another.

“i just mean. don’t tell sohee, seunghan and sunghoon….”

“i would never even dream of sharing this info with them. if the situation was different there would be a slight maybe. but your trust is always first for me yn.”

i looked over at jake fondly. he was just truly the greatest friend ever. even if his one downside was being best friends with jay, i’m happy i was able to look past that and befriend him.

“thank you.” at this point my tears finally stopped. all i could do was sniffle as my nose was clogged from all the crying.

“what are you gonna do now about heeseung?” jake tip toed around the question. but it wasn’t wrong to ask. what was i gonna do about heeseung?

“for now… i don’t think i can talk to him or face him…”

“so you’re gonna ghost him?”

“i think so….”

“as much as i am for someone to support woman’s rights and wrongs. i don’t think this is the way to go about it…” i punch jake’s arm softly at the woman’s rights and wrongs statement. he let out a tiny ow playing along before he looked at me seriously again.

“you’re right…. but jake i don’t think i can face him anytime soon. i need to think…”

“if that’s what you wanna do yn sure. i’ll support you no matter what. but don’t make yourself regret this okay?” jake’s eyes were a reflection of seriousness mixed with genuine care for me. he had every right to be doubtful in my decisions. but it was the only way i could go about coping with the situation.

“let’s go home now.” jake said as he turned to look straight ahead.

i shake my head in agreement as jake started the car driving away from the house.

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a.note; hold on now. how many words are in this chapter ????? anyways. may the yn bad decision begin. the ghosting does not end here please know that. also thank you for the 100 notes on chapter 15 !!!! everyone was so shocked and it was so enjoyable reading all of your reactions !!!! also hopefully this written chapter isn't so bad. be prepared for a even longer one in like 4 chapters. but until then my lips are sealed :3

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[whousestypewriters]

photos of you - grayson hawthorne x reader

pairing: grayson hawthorne x fem!reader

warnings: swearing [like one word] kissing + flufffffff

a/n: so grayson my pookie wookie is getting a fic hehe! should i write a synopsis at the begining of each fic? idk im too lazy to do it rn lol -also its kinda short so sorry

"grayson!" you shriek when you enter his bedroom.

its plain and simple - like grayson - except nothing like grayson because anyone who's met him knows that grayson hawthorne isn't plain or simple.

he's smart, cunning, always sharply dressed - and man does he look good in a suit. like seriously he's so toned and muscly - which you may or may not know after having snuck out to watch him swim once... or twice... okay you do it all the time - he's like a freaking greek god in the form of a human-

sorry what?

got off track there. oops.

anywayyyy

you storm into grayson's room absolutely livid, pacing back and forth in front of a slightly amused grayson.

"like seriously she was such a bitch!" you say swinging around to face him again. "she actually called me the sloppy immature freak. can you believe it? like seriously that girl wouldn't know hard work if it gave her a high five... in the face... with a chair!"

you spin around again resuming your pacing continuing on before he can say anything.

"and to come at me during work-" your eyes catch onto grayson's open computer. "hey, what's that?"

all but forgetting your rant about the bitchy co-worker of yours, you move over to grayson's desk and plop down into his chair, focusing on the laptop in front of you.

"are these from our date last saturday?" you ask when you feel his presence at your back.

"yeah, i took a few and then had the flower stall vendor take some as well," his rich voice reaches down to your ears.

you flick through the photos your heart melting with each one he took. most are photos of you not paying attention to him and looking around happily at the park you were at. pure happiness shines in your eyes and you lean back into grayson silently thanking him and complimenting him on his work.

"its all you," he whispers as if he read your mind.

you instantly pause when you reach a photo of you both. you're looking at the camera smiling at the kind vendor but grayson. grayson.

he's looking at you like you're his entire world. like he'd willingly give up everything just to see you happy. the pure love, adoration and devotion in his eyes almost brings you to tears.

god you loved him.

"i like this one," you squeak out, still

"why's that?"

"because you can see how much you love me," you smile getting up out of your seat and wrapping your arms around his neck. "you look at me like i'm your world, gray."

"you are," he whispers wrapping his arms around your waist, smiling softly. you love how he lets this, softer, calmer, less rigid side of himself be shown with you. grayson is all sharp edges and cutting looks to the outside world, so it always seems to warm your heart that you get to be apart of this piece of him.

"i love you," you smile sweetly up at him and press a soft kiss to his lips. "so much."

"i love you," grayson says quietly. "more than you know."

later on when you've left, grayson makes quick work of emailing the photos off to a printing store, wanting you to have copies as soon as possible and making his favourite photo - the one of you grinning at the camera, or more like the person behind the camera, him - his lockscreen.

he'll never admit it to anyone else but he has always had a photo of you as his lockscreen, always, even from the early stages of your relationship. he had felt like he was keeping a small piece of you with him, a small piece of your happiness that seeps into his cold harsh behaviour when he's working.

so its a habit to save those pictures to the album he has on his phone and computer. its a habit to have the photos printed out and sent to your flat along with a bouquet of flowers.

its a habit to be grinning for hours in his room after you left.

its a habit to go scrolling through the albums and albums of photos he has of you. because honestly? out of all the places grayson has been, all the different photos and emotions he's caught on camera, out of all them,

photos of you are his favourite.

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a/n pt2: lol i think it kinda deteriorated at the end there.

[apeachty]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀two sunshines

⠀⠀⠀yeonjun x reader x kai | yeonkai x reader

genre : hurt/comfort (do i write anything else?..)

warnings : slight angst because yeonjun refuses to open up; kai is kinda treated as the youngest, but reader's age isn't stated.

wc : 0.9k.

notes : okay, it doesn't state what kind of relationship there are, except it's obvious yeonjun and reader are dating, but as it was written for @biteyoubiteme... iykyk. but tbh with the way kai is treated here, it's more of a found family trope.

i'm way too productive today for my own good, but i just want to give love to yeonkai and cam.

yeonjun had always been there for you and kai. well, you both were there for kai, but at the same time, neither of you wanted to burden him with your own problems. so when it came to taking things off your chest, you and yeonjun only had each other.

while you opened your mind, heart, and soul to him whenever he asked—and sometimes even when he didn’t—yeonjun rarely did the same. he brushed almost everything off as unimportant, too stubborn to give in, even when you practically begged him to open up.

most of the time, the best you could get was him asking you to hold him. so you'd stand between his legs, cradling his head against your chest, silently praying that your embrace would bring him some comfort. it helped—maybe not as much as talking things out would have, but yeonjun refused to even consider that.

to him, you were his sunshine. how could he dare to cloud you with his worries? and he adored kai too—his precious younger brother. just watching you and kai laugh at some ridiculous joke or play around made yeonjun’s day brighter. he couldn’t bear the thought of dimming that light. he was so afraid of being the reason it might fade.

but no matter how strong he seemed—and he probably was the strongest of the three of you—yeonjun had his breaking points.

this week had pushed him to his limits. overworked, overwhelmed, and utterly exhausted, he barely noticed the days slipping by. one moment his lockscreen said "monday 7 am", and the next, it was "friday 7 pm". when he finally got home, the apartment was quiet. you and kai weren’t there.

he sank onto the couch, elbows resting on his knees, staring at some random pattern on the floor. he didn’t even react when the front door opened half an hour later, followed by your laughter and kai’s.

"jjun!" your excited voice rang out, and moments later, your quick steps echoed as you rushed into the living room. you were on the floor in front of him in seconds, pecking his lips and launching into a ramble about the samgyeopsal and pho you’d picked up for dinner just for him. you grinned as you added that you’d also brought trays of mint choco ice cream, because, apparently, "you two"—you pointed between yeonjun and kai, who had just walked in carrying the food—"can’t live peacefully knowing there’s unfinished mint choco in the fridge".

yeonjun tried to smile, to respond, but he was too drained. even your warmth couldn’t pull him out of the fog, and his chest tightened when he saw your expression shift to concern.

"jjun," you whispered softly, your hands coming up to cup his cheeks as you knelt closer, pulling him into a hug. he leaned into you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he buried his face against you.

kai noticed the change immediately. he quietly placed the bags on the dining table before joining you both in the living room.

without a word, kai climbed onto the couch, settling himself behind yeonjun. he wrapped his arms around both of you, resting his forehead on yeonjun’s shoulder.

this was what you and yeonjun always did for kai when he wasn’t his usual bubbly self: you’d sit on his lap and hold him while yeonjun hugged him from behind. kai figured it might work the other way around too.

his instincts were right. after a tense moment, yeonjun finally began to relax, letting himself sink into the comfort of your combined embrace.

"it’s okay, hyung," kai mumbled, rubbing his head against yeonjun’s like a cat. "the week was bad, but we’ll make the weekend good."

"starting right now," you added, pressing a kiss to yeonjun’s jaw—the closest spot you could reach. "we’ll eat dinner while watching 'the intern', and then we’ll cuddle until we all fall asleep."

yeonjun gave a small nod. his mind barely registered your words, but for the first time all week, he felt a sense of relief. surrounded by his sunshines, the weight on his shoulders began to lift. maybe he should have let himself lean on you both much sooner.

later, as kai hurried to the kitchen to heat up the food, you sat back on the floor, looking up at yeonjun. his face already seemed softer, the tension easing away.

waiting until you heard the hum of the microwave, you gently cupped his cheek, drawing his attention. "you can talk to me tonight," you whispered, careful not to let kai overhear. "when he’s asleep."

yeonjun shook his head, his hand covering yours as he turned to press a kiss to your palm. "i need to start sharing with both of you," he murmured. "but this week… it’s nothing specific. just... everything at once."

you nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "if you say so. just promise me you’ll share when there’s something you need to."

before yeonjun could respond, kai’s voice called from the kitchen, "guys!"

yeonjun smiled faintly, standing up and pulling you to your feet. "promise," he said quietly, then turned toward the kitchen. "let’s go, little sunshine. the big sunshine is waiting for us."

[moonlight-hwa]

Sunset With You ~ J. WY

Synopsis: A day in a life with your boyfriend Wooyoung.

Pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff like so much fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,668

A/N: hehe first fic on tumblr is of course going to be about the one and only, Jung Wooyoung…because the brain rot continues and I want him so bad.

The warm glow of the morning sun seeps through the curtains and basks the room in hues of orange and yellow. You and your boyfriend lay asleep in your bed, breathing in steady synchronization and hearts beating in slow paces; your head rests atop his chest and your right arm laid across his abdomen, while his left went around the back of your head and that hand lightly grazed the exposed skin of your waist. In conclusion it was peaceful and perfectly silent, the only sound being the occasional wooshing from the air vents…that was until the blaring sound of your boyfriend’s alarm cut through the peace and quiet.

   You flinch slightly at the sudden sound, all the while Wooyoung remained completely unmoving and undisturbed by the sound. You bury your face in his side as your hand softly patted his stomach “Wooyoung…baby, your alarm is going off.” You spoke, sleep very evident in your voice. Wooyoung hummed in response, still barely awake as he didn’t quite catch your words “Your alarm is going off.” You said a bit louder, which finally seemed to register in his tired head as his other hand fumbled across the nightstand, before he eventually put a stop to the horrible sound.

        And once the sound had ceased, silence had enveloped the room once more as Wooyoung moved to lay on his side, his other arm going around your waist so he could pull your body closer to his. His eyes then open ever so slightly gaze locking with yours, a small smile forms on his lips “Mmmm…good morning, beautiful.” He spoke, voice also thick with sleep as his eyes closed again. You smile as well “Good morning, Woo.” You replied, nose slightly bumping his as you pressed a light peck to his lips.

    A brief silence falls between the both of you, before you begin speaking again “What time is it?” You asked him and not a moment later Wooyoung answers with a simple “Nine thirty.” You hum in response “We should probably get up.” You say, feeling the effects of sleep wash over you again and he simply hums also feeling the same effects. A peaceful silence fills the air once more and the both of you find yourselves asleep again.

     An hour passes before your eyes open again and Wooyoung was still out cold beside you. You laugh softly “This man…could sleep forever if he wanted to.” You muttered to yourself, gently moving strands of his hair from his eyes. A smile then forms on your lips as you lean closer to him and gently press your lips to the mole under his eye. At that Wooyoung moves to lay on his back, muttering something incoherently as he did. The smile remains painted on your features as you stretch your limbs and rub the residual sleep from your eyes.

   You then move to sit on the edge of the bed, before you grab your phone from atop the nightstand; the screen lights up, revealing a picture of Wooyoung you had set as your lockscreen and the time that read ‘10:33’. You breathe out a soft sigh, looking over your shoulder to see Wooyoung still peacefully asleep; he’s worked hard this past week, he needs the extra sleep, so you decide to not wake him up.

    Once you’re out of the bedroom, your legs naturally take you to the kitchen, where coffee was waiting to be made. You let out a yawn, hands trying to tame your messy bed head, before you eventually tied it back with the hair tie that was around your wrist and soon enough you were standing in front of the coffee machine.

   You open the cabinet above the machine and take out two mugs, along with a bag of coffee grounds and a filter. And once you start the pot of coffee you step over to the fridge, to see what you could make for breakfast; you open the fridge door and you’re met with not a lot sitting atop the shelves. “We definitely need to go grocery shopping.” You muttered to yourself, your gaze bouncing between a carton of eggs, side dishes Wooyoung’s mom gave to you and things that probably needed to be thrown out. “Guess we’ll just have to make do with what we have for right now.” You concluded, grabbing the eggs and the containers that held the side dishes.

     While you were stood in front of the stove, with a couple of eggs in the pan, a light from behind flashes and that causes you to whip your head around toward the source; standing there is Wooyoung, with his new camera up to his right eye. Your eyes widen as your hands go up to cover your face “Wooyoung! I’m not even dressed.” You complain, as another flash of light happens. You hear him laugh lightly “Oh come on baby…you look beautiful every day.” He says and you roll your eyes, before peeking through your fingers, making sure that he wasn’t holding up the camera anymore; he wasn’t, so you remove your hands from in front of your face and turn back to the stove, removing the two fried eggs from the pan.

    And not even a moment later, you feel Wooyoung arms wrap around your waist and his head dip to the crook of your neck “I’m not lying when I say you’re beautiful every day.” He spoke softly against the skin of your neck, as his arms tightened around you slightly.

   You breathe out a soft sigh, a smile grazing your lips as you lean into him “I know you weren’t, Woo…I just wasn’t expecting the camera.” You say, both hands moving to rest atop his. He hums halfheartedly and you could feel the pout that had taken form on his lips “But I love taking candid photos of you…you always look so pretty in them.” He confessed truthfully. You chuckle softly “Okay…just don’t show them to anyone.”  You reason and you feel him nod his head “I promise, I won’t…maybe.” He said, quickly pulling away from you. You whip around while exclaiming “Jung Wooyoung you better not!”

  Soon enough, the two of you had found yourselves sat at the dining table, eating breakfast and enjoying your cups of coffee as a comfortable silence surrounded the both of you, but sometimes silence was better than talking…especially when it was someone you loved dearly, because that’s how comfortable you were with Wooyoung; you didn’t feel the need to make conversation with one another…why would you when being in each other’s presence was more than enough.

     And after you both finished eating and washed the dishes, you found yourself on the couch, pen in hand as you wrote down what you needed to get at the grocery store. “What do you want to do today, love? Your choice.” Wooyoung spoke from the hallway, which caused you to turn to your left at the sound of his voice and your gaze eventually locks with his.

   His hair was wet (telling you that he had just taken a shower) and he had changed into some real clothes. “Well…we really need to go grocery shopping, so we can make it into a little date if you want. I know it’s not the most ideal date…but I think it could be fun.” You trial off, gnawing on your bottom lip as your gaze lowers, almost feeling kind of guilty for not doing anything more special for a date. A slight frown tugs downward at Wooyoung’s lips as he stepped closer to you, before eventually crouching in front of you. He takes your hands in his “Baby…look at me.” He said softly, thumbs moving across your knuckles.

   Of course, you listen to him and lift your head, gaze locking with his once more “I don’t care what we do for our dates…you could take me along to your doctor appointments and I’d still love it.” You couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle “Wooyoung, I’m serious.” You say a small forming on your lips and Wooyoung also found himself beginning to smile “And I’m serious as well. As long as I’m with you…nothing else matters.” He concluded, love and adoration filling his eyes as he looked at you…as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

    You felt your face become warm at his words and intense gaze…even after three years of being together, Wooyoung still somehow made you feel so flustered at times. You let out a breathy chuckle “You’re such a charmer, aren’t you?” You question playfully, trying to cover up the fact that you were flustered in that moment.

   A playful grin takes the place of the smile on his lips “Well…I would say that it is my greatest trait.” He answered, stealing a glance down toward your lips. You roll your eyes slightly “God…you’re insufferable.” You say through light laughter as you begin to take notice Wooyoung leaning closer to you.  “And yet you can’t help but love me anyway.”  And before you had the chance to respond, Wooyoung’s lips were on yours.

    His lips move in a slow and delicate pace as his left hand traveled up to cradle your jaw, angling your head slightly so he had better access to your lips and not even a moment had passed when you responded with the same pace…as if it was second nature to do so. Your hands stayed on your lap, along with Wooyoung’s other hand that had naturally intertwined with one of yours. Your heart pounded erratically against your ribcage and your face was warm…Wooyoung never failed to make you feel like a flustered schoolgirl, kissing your crush for the first time.

    “I love you, y/n.” He spoke pulling away slightly, before pressing his lips back on yours. You can’t help but breathe out soft sigh at the confession, lips responding to his once more “I love you too, Wooyoung.” You said between the kiss and at that you felt a smile tug upward at his lips, causing a fluttery feeling to fill the pit of your stomach.

   The kiss only lasts a minute or two longer, before Wooyoung finally pulls away from your lips…even though he’d rather not and just kiss you for the rest of time. The smile remains painted on his features as he says, “I love you so much, sweetheart…like you have no idea how much I love you.” His forehead resting against yours and nose slightly bumping into yours. You chuckle softly, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the feeling of having Wooyoung so close to you “I could say same thing about you.”  You said in response, causing him to also chuckle softly and with one final peck to your lips, Wooyoung fully pulls away and you instantly miss having him so close to you.

    “Anyway…I might also have something we could do today.” He said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, before that hand went back down yours. At that your curiosity is piqued “And what is that?” You asked him. He gives you a small smile, before replying with “Well, I was thinking we could go to the nearby park…and I test out my new camera, by taking photos of my favorite model.” You smile, almost bashfully, because you knew his favorite model was you “Okay…can we watch the sunset while we’re there?” He hums, while nodding, smile still etched on his features. “Of course we can, baby…anything for you.”

   But what Wooyoung didn’t tell you, is that he’d take his camera to the grocery store as well. You’d push the cart and Wooyoung would be standing a bit behind you, occasionally snapping photos of you…and not once did you tell him to stop, because you knew how happy it made him taking photos of you and you couldn’t bear to ruin his happiness. But after all you were his muse and you had zero problems with that.

      After heading back to the apartment and putting the groceries in their respective spots, you and Wooyoung eventually find yourselves parked in an empty spot at the nearby park…but instead of immediately getting out as you normally would, Wooyoung had insisted he take photo of you, because you looked so beautiful and such beauty was meant to be photographed…his words not yours. “Okay…can I get out now?” You asked the moment you heard the shutter sound and saw the flash. Wooyoung laughs softly, lowering the camera from his face “Yes, you can get out now baby.”  He answered, at that you swing the door open and finally get out his car as you shut the door behind you.

     Wooyoung stays behind in the car, a fond smile forming on his lips as his gaze stayed on your moving figure and not very long passes before you turn around (realizing Wooyoung was not beside you), your gaze immediately finding his. You smile, before mouthing the words “You coming?” Wooyoung nods in response as one single thought crossed his mind, one of how much he loved you.

     You stay in the same spot on the walkway, waiting for Wooyoung to catch up to you as you enjoyed the cool fall breeze blowing past you, along with pretty hues of yellow and orange painting the sky. You’re so entranced by the beautiful scenery that you barely register a hand slipping into yours, only a soft voice saying your name was able to snap you out of your entranced state.

    Your head turns to your left and your gaze locks with your boyfriends, slight worry paints his features “Are you okay, baby?” He asked softly “Yeah, I’m good…just enjoying the peacefulness and the beautiful scenery.” You reply and he nods “Okay, just making sure.” He says as the two of you began walking on the walkway.

     “What are going to do with all of photos of me anyway?” You asked after a few moments of silence, while you turn to look at Wooyoung. A wide smile begins to take over his features “I’m going to make a photo album.” He says nonchalantly and that causes your eyes to widen slightly as warmth rushed to your face “Of just me?” You question, not quite believing him. Wooyoung hums in response “Just of you.” He confirmed and you still find it hard to believe.

    “But…why?” You asked further and he thinks for a moment before answering “Well…for one, because I love you.” You feel your heart rate pick up “Two, because you are the most beautiful women, I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” A fluttery sensation invades your stomach, face becoming even warmer “And three, because when I’m old and wrinkly…and my memory isn’t as it used to be, I want to at least be able to remember who the love of life was.” You stop abruptly as tears begin to well up in your eyes and that causes Wooyoung to also come to a stop. A frown tugs downward at his lips, as both of his hand go up to cup either side of your face “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” He asked, gently wiping away your fallen tears with his thumbs.

    You breathe in sharply “God…I love you so much, Wooyoung” His heart skips a few beats as a soft smile formed on lips “I love you too, baby.” He replied, before placing a gentle peck to your forehead and pulling you into his embrace; soft sobs leave from your lips as your arms wrap tightly around his waist. You both stand there until your sobs are nothing but soft sniffles, Wooyoung pulls back to look at you and another soft smile paints his features as he wipes away the residual tears from your skin.

     “I’m so happy to have you my life, Woo.” You say before connecting your lips with his as the sun begins to sink below the horizon and the kiss shared between you promised future sunsets with Wooyoung.

A/N: Finally after five days of writing, it’s finally here…my first fic on Tumblr. I do really hope you enjoyed reading Sunset with you, just as much as I enjoyed writing it💗

[spaceycat]

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✮⋆˙ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 Pt. 4 / 5⋆˚࿔

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: girls by the dare (1:59) ✰ pairing: camstar!chris hartley x fem!reader

✰ cw: uh chris is buff in this fanfic cuz i said so, talk of sex-work, talk of sex, smut, fingering, oral (f!recieving), no other things tho lol, dylan is a dick as per, consent is hot, dirty talk AND swearing (alot), spit play.. kinda..

✰ word count: 2.2k+

✰ summary: see pt. 1 , pt.2, pt. 3, pt.4 (you are here) & pt.5

✰ a/n: the long awaited smut part of this cam!star fic.. surprising

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ chris ★ dylan ✁ beth hayley margot

The next day, you woke up on Chris' couch - you moved into his kitchen, brewing some coffee. When you realised he left his phone on the kitchen counter and someone started calling it.

"Chris-- your phone is ringing.." You called out, setting aside the coffee filter you were fiddling with. You picked up his phone to see who was calling - it was Josh, you called out to Chris again walking out of the kitchen. The ringing eventually stopped, as you looked back on his phone you were looking at this lockscreen. Then you noticed the stream of twitter and only fans notifications, you'd rather forget about the whole pornstar thing - but you were nosy. You scrolled through them, seeing the usual like and favourite when a text reply caught you off guard. "Great, I'll bring my recording equipment later x" It was a girl, her name was Candy, stereotypical you thought. You don't know why that pissed you off the way that it did - Chris eventually came into the room, "Hey-- thanks.. sorry, I was in the shower." He'd grab the phone from you, "Who's Candy?--" "Uh.. what?" "The girl who's texting you.. who is she?" You couldn't help the bitterness in your voice, you didn't mean to sound upset about this - hell you didn't even mean to be upset about this. You're not dating, you're simply having a crush on your bestfriend who works in the porn industry - that sounds weird thinking about it.

"She's no one-- well.. she's someone, but someone you shouldn't worry about. She's-- I need the publicity, kinda?" Chris stumbled over his words a bit, looking at you to see how you've react. You responded with a curt nod, "None of my business about who you fuck Chris, none of my business." You'd move back to the couch, sitting down - grabbing your phone when you'd hear Chris calling back Josh in the kitchen.

"Uh-- yeah?" "Mhm.." "Yeah, I can ask her if she wants to go-- something happened last night, so don't expect her okay?.. I don't want to push her." "Josh, I get it." "Okay, I'll see you then."

He then hung up, walking into the living room - seeing you sitting on the couch drinking your coffee from a mug. "So uh-- Josh asked me if you wanted to go this party him and his sisters are throwing tonight?" You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were up for it after the whole Dylan thing. "Yeah-- why not?" "You sure?" "I'm sure."

And thats how you found yourself in Chris' room, getting ready for the party - you couldn't bring yourself to go back to your apartment to face Dylan so Hannah dropped off a dress for you to get dressed into you. "We're gonna be late if we don't go soon--" Chris opened the door to his bedroom, immediately turning around as he saw you getting changed. "Shit!-- shit, oh my god ohmygod I'm so sorry- I didn't mean to." "Chris it's fine-- you're good.." You'd place your dress on fully, "Do you mind zipping up the back?" He looked over to you, his eyes adjusting you in that dress. "Uh-- yeah.. that's.. I can do that." He'd walk over, his large hands methodically zipping up your dress as you held your hair out of the way.

The drive to the party was relatively silent, except for the slight hum of the engine and of the radio. You occasionally felt Chris' eyes on you, admiring you in that dress. You couldn't help but feel the heat between your legs as your mind went back to the video you watched of Chris fingering a faceless girl after the whole kitchen incident, your brain felt fuzzy as you recalled how he was knuckles deep into that girl - making sweet moans fall from her mouth, you could only imagine how he would look fingering you open to take his massive cock-- "We're here--" You were broken from your thoughts, as Chris parked the car. "Uh-- thanks.." You flashed a small smile to him before getting out of the car. That's when you saw Margot and Hayley walking over to them - you knew that they couldn't see Chris, if they saw Chris they would freak the fuck out. "Hey, we didn't see you at work today where were you?" Margot walked over to you pulling you into hug, "Sorry-- sorry, I.. I slept in, want to get a drink." "Sign me up." That's when Chris walked over beside you, "Oh-- hi, are these your friends?" Chris put on a soft smile, looking over to you. Hayley's eyes lit up as she wacked at Margot's arm as a silent demand to look, when Margot looked over she was speechless. "Oh my god.." You mumbled, "What-- did I say something?" Chris looked between the two of your friends, "Uh-- no, nothing.. nothing. I just-- swear I've seen you before." "Mhm.. mhm." Hayley nodded along, "Very familiar looking face... and.. body-" "I'm sorry what was that last part?" "Nothing! Let's get a drink, byte me if I don't." Margot snickered a bit, grabbing Hayley's hand pulling her into the house.

"What was up with them." "They're kind of obsessed with you.." "How are they obsessed with me they've never even-- oh.. oh shit. Does everyone know at this party or something?" "You kept your face in the videos, it's kind of-- it came with it?'

The two of you walked into the party, Josh walking over and pulling Chris off to talk. That's when Hayley and Margot immediately approached you, "I'm sorry-- you're friends with a pornstar?" "More or less." "How are you so chill about this-- this is crazy stuff we're talking about here." "Is he looking for a cam girl to film with?" "The way I would fuck him-- it's not even funny.." "Okay-- can you two shut up please?" "Is this about the daddy thing?" Beth appeared with a drink in her hand, taking a sip of it. "No-- Beth.. you're not helping." Beth looked over to Hayley and Margot, "Oh-- did you two just find out?" You'd dismiss yourself from the group, walking over to the bar to just take a moment to chill out from everything.

When you walked over to the bar, you heard someone come up behind you - the bartender looking expectingly at them. "I'll have a whiskey-- the lady will have a vodka cranberry." The voice was recognisable, too recognisable. As you turned around, you saw Dylan standing there with a smug smile on his face. Oh lord, you just can't catch a break. "What do you want, Dylan." "Nothing baby, just wanna see my girlfriend yknow? You haven't been responding to my calls." "Are you serious right now?" "What?" "You were an absolute dick to me the other day and called me a slut? You think we're still together after that?" The people around you fell silent, looking over to you and Dylan. Something switched inside him. "You just can't let it go can you?-- god, you take everything to heart."

You suddenly saw a familiar figure stand between the two of you, "Is there a problem here?" It was Chris, you'd place a hand to his shoulder. "Chris-- I can handle this." "You need to call for backup now huh? You need your precious little bestfriend to step in--" "Shut up, Dylan." "And you question why I think you're a slut." "Shut up." That's when Chris pushed Dylan. Dylan stumbled back a bit, regaining his composure. "Don't fucking call her that." Dylan held his hands up in mock defence, a smirk still on his face. "Whoa-- whoa buddy, chill." "Watch yourself, prick. Quit talking to her." Before you knew it, Chris grabbed your hand pulling you out of the crowd - upstairs into an empty room.

You'd walk and sit on the bed, letting out a breath. "Sorry-- sorry if I fucked that up and blew it way out of proportion." "Don't be.. it was kinda hot." The tips of Chris' ears turned red as he sat next to you, "You alright?" "Yeah.. just need a moment. Kinda overwhelming." "I get it.. I get-- like that sometimes aswell." He'd place a hand to your shoulder, his thumb caressing it slowly as a form of comfort. You slowly became very aware of his touch and how close he was. You looked up at him, "Care to let me take off some steam?" He looked into your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. "How?--" "I've watched you fuck plenty of girls Chris, you know how." He was a bit startled by your forwardness. "Oh-- uh.." When you straddled into his lap. "Are you sure you want this?" "I'm sure."

That's when you collided your lips with his, that's when he leaned in - placing on hand on your hip and one in your hair. His tongue moving across your bottom lip as he tilted his head into the kiss. His tongue explored your mouth and the kiss slowly got sloppy, open mouthed and raw. He'd take the initiative to pull you closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picked the both of you up from the bed to redirect you to be underneath his body. A singular arm keeping him up as he ran a hand through your hair as he pulled back from the kiss, his eyes looking into yours. "Are you sure?" "Chris-- it's fine.." He'd kiss your collar bone, his hands moving to the back of your dress to unzip the very dress he did up an hour before. He'd push your dress down to your hips - admiring your figure. "Wait-- Chris.." "What, baby?" You blushed at the pet name, "I'm not just.. another girl, right?" "Do you see a camera on you?" "No.." "Then that gives you your answer.." A small smile graced your face as he kissed your jaw, praising you every way he thought you should be more than Dylan ever could, he needed to know something. "Did he ever make you cum?" "W-What?" "Dylan, did he ever make you cum." You shook your head at that, "Oh baby.." He cooed, his fingers gliding over your clit overtop your panties earning a moan from you. "You're probably so pent up baby.. waiting for someone to make you cum and see stars.."

You looked at him expectingly as he pushed up those fucking glasses looking at you all sinister like he was about to rip you apart. "Where do you want me?" "..Uh--" "Anywhere you want baby.." "Can you-- finger me?" "Your wish is my command..'' He smirked as his fingers returned between your thighs as the other unclipped your bra, tugging it off with your help. He'd glide his fingers over your panties, feeling the growing wet spot. "Fuck-- already so wet.. probably tastes so sweet so innocent like fucking honey." You blushed, "Can I eat you out baby? Please?" How could you say no? You nodded your head so fast you felt as if your neck would snap. He moved your panties aside, placing kisses to your collarbone, to the valley between your tits, your stomach, your abdomen. His large hands pushed your dress up your hips to get leverage on your thighs - pulling them apart. Pulling your panties to the side, so harshly that you thought he would rip them. Without warning he immediately delved into your sweet dripping cunt. Earning a loud moan from you as your fingers instantly carded into his hair. He licked a stripe up from your soaking folds to your sensitive bud - earning a loud squeal from you. He'd pull back, holding up a hand to your mouth.

"Spit." You obliged, spitting into the cup of his palm. He'd spit into the same hand, smearing it over your pussy. Drenching his fingers in your combined spit his ring and middle finger gliding through the slick folds easily before pushing a single finger in. He let you get used to it before sucking onto your clit again. He'd add another finger, soon pushing them in and out of your quivering pussy giving you the exact image you craved while driving over here.

"Oh god--" You'd whine, as you saw his fingers knuckle deep inside of you as he ate at your clit like a starving man - his spit slowly pooling near his fingers with your arousal coating them. He'd pull back with a nip to your clit, "You imagined this before huh?" You'd nod, "Imagined my fingers in your pussy? My cock sliding in and out of your beautiful tight cunt?" You'd let out a whine at the thought, moving your hips down onto his fingers as he started up his ministrations again. You felt the familiar coil start up in your stomach, he didnt let up continuing to finger fuck you.

You came around his fingers, he licked up every piece of your arousal - swallowing them graciously as his fingers didnt let up. You'd push at his wrists and head as you began to become overstimulated. He'd pull away, helping you get cleaned up and putting your dress back on you. He drove you back home immediately, ignoring Josh, Dylan, Beth, Margot and Hannah. Focused on getting you home and washing you up.

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uh, yeah. i'm scared what just happened.

[theglitterypages]

Keep A Part Of Me

Nanami x Reader

Warning: Sad, Unedited.

Yuji was trembling as he held the box in his hands. He closed his eyes tightly and utter a silent prayer, hoping that he'll wake up from this nightmare and see another reality where the Shibuya Incident never happened.

Everyone who was present at Shibuya have prepared their last will, and messages for their loved ones in case that they won't be back. Sadly, Yuji had to be the one to deliver Nanami's last message because he promised to do so.

Yuji's footsteps were heavy as he opened the bakeshop's door. He ignored the "Sorry, we're closed." sign and went straight in.

You were cleaning the bakeshop when you heard that somebody walked in. You sighed, sometimes people don't really get the sign "closed". When you rushed to see who walked in, you saw a pink haired teenager carrying a small box in his hands.

He looks miserable, the poor teen still have some bruises and cuts and his eyes looks like he's seen more than what he should've. You have a soft heart for youngsters, maybe it was because you had a younger sibling who had passed and seeing a young boy like this one looks broken just makes your heart tight.

"Hey, I'm sorry but we're already closed." You started, "But I can still give you something, what would you like to have?" You asked him sweetly.

Yuji gathered all of the courage he could gather at that moment to step towards you and hand you the box. Before you could even talk, he went down on his knees and cried.

"I'm so sorry but I have to deliver this for Nanamin."

You froze upon hearing your boyfriend's name and your knees gave up, Yuji was able to catch you and helped you to sit on the chair nearby.

"W-What do you mean? Where's Kento?" You asked, your voice shaking as you look at the box in front of you. A part of you already knows, you've always known that this might happen, but you can't believe that this is the reality now.

You know about your boyfriend's job as a sorcerer, you don't understand a thing or two about it but all you knew is that it's dangerous. Kento would go home with bruises sometimes, but you didn't mind, you were worried but as long as he comes home alive, you can deal with it.

"Nanamin fought bravely until the end. A lot of lives were saved because of him." Yuji said. He has no idea how to say it straight. How he can make you feel better, how he can say it in a way that won't hurt but he knows that's not damn possible.

Tears escaped from your eyes before you even knew it. You were crying like a child in front of a stranger as you hugged the box that he gave you.

Yuji was crying as well, he couldn't do anything to make you feel better because there's no way he'll feel better about this too.

You opened the box and saw some of Kento's belongings, his tie, his phone, his wallet, a letter and a velvet box.

The first thing that you did was unlock his phone, you're his wallpaper and his lockscreen. You opened his video folder and saw a recent one.

You played it and your heart broke when you saw his face on screen.

"Hi my love, I would never want you to watch this video. Not at all, but if you're watching this...that means I failed to keep my promise to you." Kento removed his glasses and fixed his tie, smiling sadly at the camera.

"I didn't want to do this, you know? But I need to leave something in case my luck has run out." He sighed and paused, breathing heavily as if he's fighting back his tears.

You held the phone tighter when he looked straight at the camera with teary eyes. "I wanted to spend all of my years with you. To come home and smell the cookies and cake that you're baking, and see that smile of yours." He smiled bitterly as he clenched his fist.

"I will do my best to come home, safe and sound. So I could kiss you and keep you in my arms, but if I don't...forgive me my love."

Yuji's heart was breaking every moment that he listens to Nanami's voice and while watching you break down as you listen to his message.

"If you're watching this, god, I truly hope you wouldn't have to but if you do. I'm so sorry, forgive me for the pain that this will cause you my dearest."

You could see that he couldn't continue, you know he didn't want to record this at all. But apart from that you see the fear in his eyes and you could hear the worry in his voice.

"This will be my last mission. If I survive, I would lay my weapon down and live the best of the years with you." Nanami smiled at that thought, that's the plan, this is one last fight till he finally rests and live without the fear of not making it home to you.

"However, if fate decides to be cruel. I want you to move on. Take the tiny box and open it, love."

You did what he said and your heart was broken even more into tinier pieces if that's even possible.

There was a golden ring inside the box with your birthstone on it. Your eyes went back to the screen and you see Nanami smiling sadly. "Keep this ring as a sign of my devotion to you even in the after life." He chuckled, biting his lower lip as he looked at the camera.

"Please find someone else and get married. And my wish is that you use this ring so that even if I didn't have the honor to marry you, a part of me would still be with you. But if you don't wish to, please keep it for me and look at it to remember me."

You wore the ring and kept on watching his message.

"I love you and I want nothing but your happiness. So please don't cry for me, I want you to smile whenever you remember me because I would never want to be the reason of your tears."

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Five - You find Miguel's sister-in-law on Instagram, and Miguel asks you for help with his phone. Ch 6

You trail your fingers over the hand shaped bruises on your thighs, gently, not wanting to press into skin and further irritate the broken blood vessels, as you scroll through your phone. The bathwater around you is still warm, lavender scented bubbles covering the surface, a glass of wine on the flat edge of the tub.

You’ve been trying to find something, anything on Miguel’s family, and finally you’ve done it. An Instagram page pops up, @MinaQMorris, a stunning woman with long wavy red hair and dazzling hazel eyes. The first picture that comes up has her in an elegant, slinky black gown, her arm wrapped around the biceps of a taller man with tan skin and dark eyes, the caption reads: Another successful charity event with my love @GabrielOHara, make sure to sign up for our blood drive next month! Link in my bio!

It’s clear he’s Miguel’s brother, the resemblance is uncanny. Sure, Gabriel is a little skinner, and not as tall as Miguel, but they have the same smile, the same piercing brown eyes.

You shiver at the idea of a blood drive, you hate giving blood, the needles, the sight of it leaving your body, it’s painful and always makes you anxious.

You go to Mina’s tagged photos, finding Miguel’s Instagram quite easily. He has six photos, and it looks like either she or Gabriel forced him to post them. You laugh, it’s so like Miguel, you swear he’s technologically inept, he’s always asking you for help with his phone or his laptop. The only technology he does understand is in the morgue, and you wonder why he finds the morgue equipment so easy but his cell phone confusing.

A notification pops up at the top of your screen, and your eyes flicker up.

Miguel: Y/N, can you help me with my phone tomorrow?

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, as they say. You laugh and shoot back a quick response before continuing to stalk Miguel’s page.

Y/N: Sure, what’s wrong with it?

Miguel: Not sure, the sound stopped working.

You roll your eyes. He probably forgot to update the software again.

Y/N: I’ll look at it in the morning.

Miguel sends back a thank you, then the conversation falls silent, and you put your phone on the counter, closing your eyes and relaxing in the warm water.

The next day, you find Miguel waiting outside your office, phone in hand.

He has the latest phone, a sleek but clearly protective dark blue case on it. The lockscreen is a landscape with a gothic-looking manor in the background, and five or six people standing in the foreground with their backs to the camera. You never pegged him as a dark academia guy, but everyone has their thing.

“Okay, let me see it.” You say, taking a seat at your desk. Your office is cozy, covered with plants and brightly colored decorations, you're surrounded by death all day, you figured you might as well celebrate life in your own office.

He opens it and unlocks it before handing it to you and taking a seat in the plush rolling chair. Smiling up at you is Miguel, Gabriel, and Mina, they’re all dressed in dark colors, their outfits ostentatious and clearly expensive, glasses of crimson wine in their hands.

“Did you guys take this on Halloween?” You ask, motioning to the photo.

“Yeah, it’s Mina’s birthday, so her family throws a huge party every year.”

“That’s cool, now okay, did you check for updates?” You ask, going into the settings.

“Yes, and I made sure it was fully charged.” Miguel says, looking like a kicked puppy, as he pulls a rolling chair next to you.

You scroll through his settings, until you come to audio. It’s connected to his earbuds.

“Found the issue, it’s still in Bluetooth mode.” You tell him, swiftly disconnecting it and turning to hand the phone back to Miguel.

A woman’s voice comes through the speakers, and you all but throw Miguel’s phone at him. “Fuck, Miguel, oh baby, please, I need your big fat cock inside me—”

He scrambles to turn down the volume. “Shit, I—that was just a friend of mine, she—”

You hold up a hand, wanting to crawl out of your skin from embarrassment and strangely…jealousy? For a brief second you wanted to be that woman, be begging Miguel to fuck you, to feel him deep inside you, his chest pressed to yours, his lips against your ear whispering sinfully things that make your toes curl. “No, no, no need, what you do in your free time is none of my business.”

Miguel is stiff, curled inward, seemingly just as embarrassed as you. “No, no, y/n, I mean it, she’s nobody.”

You laugh, not at him, to break the tension, but the sound falls flat, and you wave your hand dismissively. “Miguel, seriously, it’s no big deal. Yeah, I’d be a little embarrassed if I knew my boyfriend’s coworker heard me moaning about how much I wanted him but, really, it’s fine, it was an accident.”

There’s a shift in him, his eyes darken for a fleeting moment, and he leans closer, his phone face down on your desk. He towers over you even while you’re both sitting, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“You moan like that for him?” His words are so quiet you barely hear them.

“What?” You blink at him, stunned, frozen.

Miguel’s voice is still quiet, a slight purr to it that sends goosebumps scattering across your skin. “Lo dudo. ¿Cómo podrías hacerlo cuando te deja tan necesitada? No princesa, solo me cantas así.” Trsl: I doubt it. How could you when he leaves you so needy? No princess, you only sing like that for me.

“I don’t speak Spanish.” Is all you can manage to say, a throbbing starting in your core at the way he watches you, the curl of his tongue around the accented words.

He blinks at you, slowly, like a cat, then pulls back. “You shouldn’t send him voice messages like that, it’s not safe, what happened here is a prime example of that.”

You nod, dumbfounded.

“Thanks for your help.” Miguel says suddenly, standing and leaving your office, seeming completely unfazed.

You can’t help but catch the way he pulls his lab coat closed as he leaves, and you catch a quick glimpse of budging fabric that makes you swallow hard.

How the hell does that fit into anybody? Fuck, who cares, I’ll let him make it fit, he can rearrange my fucking guts if he wants.

You hear Miguel choke, then start coughing as he walks away, his footsteps growing fainter and fainter.

I know Miguel is good with tech, he's scheming don't yell at me in the comments

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