#and it's okay to look the other way and not be afraid

[withlovemark]

“how to make a girl cum?”

synopsis -> mark lee. 25 years old. too busy with his career. has only ever touched a girl once in his life and he’s not even sure it counts considering she didn’t cum and he lasted 7 seconds. all he knows is his hand and what he watches from porn. you’re absolutely tired of seeing your loser of a best friend, who’s supposed to be this hot sexy idol, fumble every girl he comes in contact with because of his fear of sexual acts…so you decide to help him out.

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill), praising kink if you squint

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“how are things with belle?,” you ask mark! who is seated right next to you on the black couch in the middle of the practice room. the two of you alone in this room full of mirrors.

“oh dude, i ended things with her,” he says nonchalantly.

“what!? why? weren’t you just telling me last week how she was perfect?,”

“exactly! it was getting too serious, she touched my thigh and i was like okay, yeah, we’re done,”

“are you fucking kidding me? this again,” you sigh in disappointment. he practically begged you to introduce her to him and he just pulls away like he always does.

“uhhh yes this again,” he replies blatantly, rolling his eyes, “remember what happened last time with that other girl, she laughed at my face and told me it was disappointing that i didn’t live up to everyone’s expectations yet alone even make her cum,” he cringed at the words, that day vividly replaying in his mind like a reoccurring nightmare.

“it was your first time mark, cut yourself some slack, it happens!,” you reassure him for the millionth time.

“yeah, no, i’d rather die a virgin than go through that embarrassment ever again,” he scoffs and you almost can’t believe what you’re about to say but your best friend needed serious help.

“how about you do some practice?,”

he looks at you like you just said the most ridiculous thing ever, “and who exactly am i gonna practice on?”

“me,”

“what?!”

“me,” you repeat even louder.

“i-what?”

“me! mark,” he freezes on the spot, registering your words and for a second you’re afraid you broke him until he breaks the silence, “no.”

“and why the fuck not? do you think i’m ugly?,”

“what?! no dude, you’re fucking hot,” the comment going straight to your head, giving you a boost of confidence.

“so what’s stopping you?,”

“dude, c'mon, you’re literally my best friend!”

“so?,”

“best friends don’t touch each other,”

“sure but as your best friend i can’t keep seeing you sabotage potential relationships because of something as silly as this!,” you argue while he still looks at you like you were crazy.

“i promise i won't laugh at you and i promise you will at least know how to make a girl cum after this,” you continue, becoming more compelling with every second that passes.

mark sits there in silence, weighing out the pros and cons of this agreement…and well, he couldn’t think of any cons. plus, you’re the only person he trusts enough to do this with.

he sighs deeply, finally making up his mind, “when do we start?”

you smirk at his response, happy to hear him agree, “right now.”

“what!? no!,”

“but you just agreed!,”

“yeah but i gotta do research first,”

“you mean watch more porn??,” you roll your eyes, scoffing, “THIS is your research, it’s not gonna get better than actually experiencing it firsthand,” you make your point and mark can’t argue with that.

he does learn faster when he’s doing it himself.

“okay,” he nods slowly, trying to come to terms that this is happening now.

“okay,” you agreed, slowly inching the space in between you, “we’re in a practice room after all,” you smirk, whispering against his ear, sending goosebumps throughout mark’s body as he waits for you to take the lead, not quite sure if this is real or just a figment of his imagination.

you notice the way he froze, only indication that he was still in the room was the anxious bouncing of his leg, eyes staring straight at the floor, “relax, mark,” you say, placing your hand gently on his thigh. mark gulps, staring at your hand, still refusing to look at you.

“well, this just won't do,” you break the silence, grabbing his hand and pulling him across the room, making him sit on the floor – right in front of the mirror.

“wh-what?,” he sputters, looking up at your figure, still standing in front of him.

“now you have no choice but to look at me,” you tease, slowly removing your pants, leaving you in your panties before quickly taking your seat right in between mark’s legs, back rested against his body, facing the mirror ahead of you. this was as vulnerable for you as it was for him.

mark watches it all unfold in a blink of an eye, seeing you in your pink lacy underwear has got him salivating, the gravity of the situation settling in him…he was about to touch his very hot best friend.

“mark,” you call out to him, snapping him out of his daydream, his eyes following your voice, “yeah?,” he responds quietly, finding it hard to breathe. you give him a gentle smile, “is this okay?,” you ask, making yourself comfortable in the space between him. he responds in slow nods, the warmth from your body making it hard for him to think about anything else but you.

“good,” you part your legs for him, grabbing his hand and placing it on your clothed core, “touch me,” a light shocked expression appeared on his face due to your boldness before he obeyed, lightly rubbing his fingers against your panties.

“more pressure, mark,” he immediately follows your command, adding more pressure to his fingers as he slid them up and down the cotton barrier. you release a sigh of pleasure, feeling your arousal start to build up, watching mark through the mirror as he focuses on his fingers, eyebrow’s furrowing, making sure he’s rubbing you with the just the right amount of pressure.

it’s cute how determined he looks.

“don’t think too hard about it, you’re doing so well, can’t you feel how wet my panties are now?,” his cock twitching at your praise as your stained panties were starting to feel sticky against your cunt.

“take them off,” you demand. mark follows straight away, gently removing your panties off of you, leaving you completely bare, all for him.

“look in the mirror, mark,” you order and for the first time he finally makes eye contact with you through the glass, “look how wet i am for you,” you pout, your juices glistening under the lights.

mark can’t help but stare in awe, “dude, i-i did this?,” he says unsure, cheeks pink.

the nickname makes you frown, “do not call me dude when you’re about to have your fingers inside me,” you reprimand and he lets out a tiny apology before you grab his hand, placing it back on your cunt.

“now, show me what you know,”

marks fingers are back on you, rubbing you the way he did before, his fingers easily sliding up and down your slick folds, the friction making you whine under his touch. he takes that as a sign and without any warning, jams a finger in, immediately thrusting them in and out of you at an already brutal speed, making you hiss in pain.

“stop!,” you say, legs instinctively closing as he quickly pulls his fingers out, eyes wide, afraid.

“that did not feel good,” you give your feedback and he almost crashes out, the reminder of him being bad at this catching up to him, “b-but that's what they do in all the videos!” he sputters out, slightly panicking.

oh, how badly he needed your help.

“just take it slow mark, there’s no rush,” you smile softly, trying to comfort him, “here,” you grab his finger, controlling his speed as he slides down your core again, finger slowly disappearing inside you, following the curve of your pussy.

you let out a shaky breath at the slow intrusion, feeling your walls tighten around his digit. like this, you can feel how much longer his finger is compared to your own, reaching that spot so easily, “now curl it,” you instruct and he curls it perfectly on the first try, eliciting a moan from you, making his cock twitch.

“good boy,” you praise, boosting mark’s confidence as he curls his finger in the same spot again and again. you let go of his hand, letting him take over as he took note of every moan that spilled from your lips.

“i-is this good?,” he asks, adding another finger in and curling it just the way you like it.

“s-so good mark,” you whine under his touch, approving his action, “go faster now,” you say, hips arching up, needing more from him.

mark loves watching the way your body reacts to his hand and almost like his free hand had a mind of it’s own, it finds its way around your sensitive bud, rubbing slow but harsh circles, “ohhh fuuck,” you moan, head falling back to his shoulder as your hand gripped his thigh trying to ground yourself, the tension in your stomach tightening.

“yeah?, you like that baby?,” he whispers against your ear, the nickname sending tingles down your core, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers. mark doesn’t need to hear your answer with the way your body speaks to him, he takes note of all of it.

“s-say that again,” you gasp, fingers continuing to move inside you while the tingle in your stomach keeps growing and growing, mark’s newfound confidence becoming stronger and stronger with every moan you give him.

“gonna make my baby cum,” he grunts in your ear, more determined than ever to get a job done. you watch it all play out on the mirror in front of you — body trapped in his, mark’s fingers curling in and out of you, juices leaking onto his fingers, eyebrows slightly furrowed, light sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles clenching.

he’s so focused on you, and he looks fucking hot doing so.

you can’t help yourself, turning your head towards him and catching his lips in yours. mark halts his movement for a quick second before regaining his composure, kissing you back ferociously, tongue meeting yours, quickly taking the lead. he did not need any tips for this – mark was a good fucking kisser, great even.

his lips moving with yours heightens the rest of your senses, drowning out all the other noises and only focusing on the boy next to you. you feel everything — the circles around your clit, the curls of his finger, his rock hard cock against your back; making you feel lightheaded, heat traveling throughout your body as mark swallowed your moans with his kisses.

you only pull away when your release took over, “—gonna cum,” you barely warn him, head falling back to his shoulder, eyes rolling back, toes curling as you let out a strangled gasp, the mind bending orgasm making your body shake, mark coaxing you through it.

“made my baby cum on the first try,” he softly teases, leaving soft kisses on your temple as he watches you unravel through the mirror. your hips arched up as you leaned on him for support, eyes closed, lips flushed, looking absolutely fucked out and his own body can’t help but react to the scene, staining his sweats.

you try to calm your erratic breathing, eyes fluttering open to the scene of mark licking his fingers clean off your arousal, “how does it taste?,” you tease. his eyes darken at your question, looking right at you through the mirror, “so good baby…you taste so good,” he says before diving his fingers back to your cunt, making you jump, as he collected the remaining juices, bringing it back to his lips, humming in satisfaction, eye contact never breaking – the action turning you on more than ever.

“congrats, you just made a girl cum,” you smirk, turning around on your knees to face him.

he lets out a nervous chuckle, glancing at you with uncertainty. "be honest, how was it, really?" he asks, his voice tinged with anxiety and you can tell the burst of confidence he had earlier was gone.

“honestly,” you start, gaining his full attention, “soo good mark, you learn so quickly…you think you can make me do it again?,” you ask, doe eyes innocently looking up at his brown ones.

he nods furiously at your request, hands immediately going to your hips, getting ready to turn you around and have you back in the same position before you stop him.

“hmm, i was thinking, maybe you can make me cum on your cock?,” you ask and mark chokes on his own breath, glancing around the room, getting shy under your gaze.

“i-uhm, i already came in my pants,” he whispers, afraid to confess it out loud.

“that’s. so. hot.” you comment, hands finding its way to his thighs, as you observe the wet stain on his grey sweats, capturing mark’s attention.

“wait? really?”

“mhm, i think it’s really hot how much effect i have on you, cumming in your pants and i didn’t even have to touch you,” you tease, his pants feeling tighter and tighter, “what do you say, mark?, you want to cum again?,” you whisper, pouting your lips.

“fuck y/n,” he whines breathily, you had him wrapped around your fingers now, how could he ever say no?

he pulled you towards him, taking the lead and smashing his lips against yours, gently sucking, tongues battling for dominance. your hand wraps around his neck, fingers finding its way to his hair, gripping it gently. the action enough to harden his cock.

quickly you pull away, taking off your shirt, pink lacy bra coming into view matching your panties. mark takes a second to admire your body, warm hands squeezing your waist, before following suit, discarding his own clothes to the side, leaving him in his stained boxers, lips back on yours as you continue to explore each other’s mouths.

your hand travelled down his chest to his torso, lower and lower, slipping inside his boxers and wrapping around his cock, earning a moan from him. you take note of how long he is, the anticipation of him inside you making your pussy twitch, insides bubbling once again.

you pump him once, twice…his whines against your lips, making you clench around nothing but air.

“stop it baby, i'm not gonna last if you do that,” he pleads and you want so badly to just have your way with him, pumping him to finish as he withers in his moans but before you could do so, he pushes your hand away, creating space between you.

“stop, please…want to be inside you,” he cries, shutting his eyes, trying to calm himself down as he slows his breathing, holding you an arm length away. he feels like he’s gonna burst any minute now and he really doesn’t want to do that without making you cum a second time.

“okay, mark,” you follow his order, “you’re in charge, baby,” you give up control, waiting for mark to take the lead, as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying his best push away his orgasm. he slowly opens his eyes, all his breathing work practically useless at the sight of you.

“you’re so pretty,” he says before his hands wrapped around your hips, easily picking you up. you let out a quiet yelp at his sudden action. your best friend was a lot stronger than he looks.

he makes his way over to the couch, gently placing you down, body hovering over you as you push his boxers down, pink cock springing up, hitting his belly.

there was absolutely no going back from this.

“mark, do you have a condom?,”

“fuck,” he says looking at you wide eyed, “i-i dont have one,” he stutters, frustrated, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes at the thought of not being able to satisfy you.

“you don’t carry one around?,”

“dude, we’re literally in this situation because i don’t get any action,” he reminds you, earning a laugh from you – you almost forgot…especially with how good his touches felt against your skin.

“you’re laughing, i don’t have a condom and you’re laughing,” he says in disbelief, annoyed at himself, his frustration increasing every second your laugh reaches his ears, “hey, you promised you wouldn’t laugh,” he pouts, gently poking your sides, a small smile displayed on his lips.

“sorry, sorry, i-just, you should’ve seen your face, you look like you’re about to cry,” you point out, calming down, “i’m on the pill mark, its okay,” you soothe him, and mark’s jaw almost drops to the floor.

the last and first time he had “sex” with a girl, he came in the condom as soon as he bottomed in and now he expects himself to last more than 7 seconds with you? raw? he freezes once again and you notice the change in his demeanor.

“don’t be scared mark, we’ll take it at your pace,” you comfort him, turning his head towards you for a soft, gentle kiss – so much different from the rushed kisses you previously shared.

“hey, i'm your best friend, okay, you can trust me,” you remind him, giving him a small smile “it’s okay if you cum faster than me, you’ll know what to do if that happens,” you assure him, completely trusting him with your body and all his worries fade away.

mark finally snaps out of his overthinking mind, taking the lead once again, soft lips on yours as he gently pushes you down, back against the couch, body completely hovering over you.

he swipes his cock against your folds, collecting your juices, making you shiver in anticipation, before lining against your core, slowly pushing the tip in your hole, he breathes in — you feel so fucking warm. you moan at the invasion, walls expanding, adjusting to the size of his cock as he slowly pushed inside. synchronized moans filling up the air as he bottomed in, walls tightly clenching around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper you swear you can feel him in your cervix — feel every vein on his cock twitching.

“fuuck mark, you fit perfectly,” you whine, never have you had anything feel this good inside you and he hasn’t even moved. the comment makes him blush. he was gonna have to bring that up later…right now, he’s committed to redeeming himself and pleasing you.

he starts thrusting slowly, focused on your reaction, “hmmm, feels soo good mark,” you whine. he recalls the curl of his fingers inside you, making sure he angles his cock the same way, hitting you exactly where you need it. he finds it almost instantly, faster than any other guy has ever found it, “oh god, mark-fuck,” you jumble your words, too caught up with how he’s making you feel. the slowness of it all making it more intimate, each thrust properly hitting you deep inside, back arching at the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you, deep grunts right by your ear, hips meeting his.

“y-you’re so fucking tight baby mhm, making it so hard f-for me,” he whimpers, quickening his pace, the sound of clapping starting to echo throughout the walls, moans mixing in the air, the growing tension in your belly making you feel hot as you gripped his toned arm muscles.

“f-fuck mark, i-im close,” you gasped. your sensitivity from your previous orgasm quickly catching up to you, as he continued his thrusts, “m-me too baby,” he stutters, cock twitching inside you.

his fingers find their way to your clit, rubbing quick circles. “oh fuck! mark, mark, mark-,” you moan over and over again, forgetting every other word but his name.

he feels like he's going to explode. the amount of restraint he was holding on to to make sure you came before him is making him feel lightheaded — desperate.

“c’mon baby, c-come with me please,” he pleadingly whines, thrusts gaining more speed, your juices making it easier for him to slide in and out, toes curling at the sensation as you feel the heat rise, the coil in your stomach making you gasp for air.

you didn't have time to warn him before your walls immediately closed in on his cock, second orgasm completely taking over, body going slack, breathy moans slipping past your lips, eyes shut, the tension in your stomach coming undone.

mark’s movements falter on top of you, your release triggering his as he paint your walls white, “fuuuck baby,” he groans, head burrowed into your neck, breathing heavily, body shaking on top of yours.

mark slowly pulls out, making you hiss at the loss of contact. you watch, in amazement, as your mixed juices spill out of your throbbing cunt, pussy still pulsating.

“how was that?,” he asks earnestly awaiting your response and all you could do is shoot him a smile, “are you sure you’ve never done this before?,” you ask, making him chuckle in satisfaction.

“good?,” he wanted to hear it from you.

“very good, mark,” you nod in approval earning a smile from him as he got up to get his shirt, using the fabric to clean you up.

“you’re a really quick learner,” you praise him.

“or i just have a really good teacher,” he shrugs, refusing to take credit for the mess the two of you made.

“well, i barely had to tell you anything for that one, you really took notes earlier huh?” you point out, as he sat down next to you, “i guess so,” he says, a small smile on display.

“think you got it, now? won’t be sabotaging any potential relationships anymore?,” you tease, disheveling his hair, a playful smile on your lips.

“hmm,” he hums, pondering.

truthfully, he was proud of himself, he really was scared over nothing, or maybe…maybe it was because you were his partner? and that made everything different. he trusts you which made it easier for him to not get caught up in his own fears, the sound of your moans and praises pushing away all his anxieties, leading him to success.

he wants to hear it again.

mark smiles mischievously, bright eyes shining, before turning to you, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, “i don’t know baby, i think i might need more practice,” he says cheekily, lips on yours once again as he unhooks your bra.

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au: whew! well that’s that >.< genuinely….what do i need to do in life to make sure this happens to me and mark ?????????

[star4daisy]

18/02 - husband - 1272 words - @rosekillermicrofic

“Where is he?” Barty asked desperately as soon as he entered the hospital. “Where the fuck is he?”

No one answered him. The place was a convoluted mess, with people running around, crying kids and wounded people in the waiting line. Barty barely avoided colliding with them as he ran to the front office.

The line was so big he considered stabbing himself to get admitted, that’s when he saw his salvation in the form of one Pandora Rosier. Barty skipped the line to where she was way ahead, ignoring all the protests around him. If anyone tried to stop him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting physical.

“Do you know how he is?” he didn’t bother saying hi to her, he couldn’t make himself talk about anything other than Evan.

Pandora didn’t look nearly as distraught as Barty felt, but she had always been better at keeping her emotions in. It must run in the blood.

“Haven’t gotten any information yet, they said I needed to check here first.”

“Motherfuckers.” Barty cursed, ignoring the old lady in front of them who was sending him dirty looks.

It felt like an eternity before they were called, but Pandora only had two people in front of her in line. Barty let her do the talking, he wasn’t in the right headspace to be polite to anyone right now. Not when Evan was injured and Barty didn’t know how he was doing. Didn’t even know if he was alive. No. Barty couldn’t let himself go there or he’d lose his mind. Turn the entire hospital into ashes in his wake. Hell, he might let himself burn too so that he could meet Evan again.

“What’s your name, sir?” The lady finally turned to him after Pandora had already given all her information and Evan's.

“Bartemius Crouch Junior.” Barty had no patience to entertain her.

“Document, please.”

Barty gave it to her as quickly as he could, almost dropping it in the process, he didn’t know why his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Okay, Mister Rosier just got out of surgery, he’s still at the ICU, so only family members and partners can go up.”

“Okay, I’m his partner.” Barty didn’t even blink, there was a time when it would’ve cost him everything to admit it, but now it came as easy as breathing.

“I meant legally,” she clarified with an apologetic look. “His sister can go in, but I’m afraid you're not on the allowed list.”

“Excuse me?” Barty’s voice went up without even meaning to. “I’ve been with him for years, we’ve known each other since we were eleven and you’re telling me I can’t fucking see him because we don’t have a stupid piece of paper saying we’re partners?”

“I’m sorry sir, but only spouses and family members are allowed, you’ll have to wait until he’s out of the ICU.”

“Wait my ass, I’m going in to see him.” Barty hit his fist on the glass separating them.

“I’m gonna need you to calm down, sir. Or you’ll be asked to leave.”

Barty’s laughter was brittle. “The only way I’m leaving here is if you're all on a casket if you don’t let me in.”

“Barty,” Pandora interrupted his tirade. “Evan is fine, he’s in the room now. He wouldn’t want you to end up in jail or worse when he’s okay.”

“Fuck off, easy for you to say when you can go in. I need to see he’s okay with my own eyes. I don’t believe this cunt or any of these useless motherfuckers.”

“Barty,” her tone was full of warning.

“I need to see him.”

“There’s nothing we can do.”

“Yes, there is,” and then Barty turned around and started running.

He had no idea where he was going, barely avoiding hitting running nurses, he heard footsteps behind him but gave it no thought, he had a one-track mind when he was determined and nothing made him as focused as Evan.

Barty saw a sign with ICU written indicating that it was located on the seventh floor and ran to the elevators. He pressed the button five times before he saw security coming in his direction.

“Shit,” Barty checked around him for anywhere else he could go when he saw the sign for the stairs, without thinking twice he threw it open.

Barty was out of breath before he hit the third floor. He wanted to kill himself. Fuck him for never accepting Potter’s invitation to do cardio with him. They reached him before he got to the fifth floor. Barty was never smoking again, he was so out of breath he thought they might have to call a doctor for him too.

Maybe they would have if Barty hadn’t punched the first security guard to reach him, or if he hadn’t kicked the second one making him almost fall off the stairs. Unlucky for him he wasn’t in his prime anymore after all the running, Barty should've dealt with them before running, maybe he would've had a shot but as it was now he was taken kicking and screaming bloody murder.

Barty spat blood at the security guards' feet as soon as they threw him out through the emergency exit, he hadn't even felt it when they hit him. “I’m gonna kill all you motherfuckers.”

“You’re lucky we aren’t calling the cops on you,” They warned him.

Barty paid them no mind, even though one security remained outside to watch if he was gonna try to make a run for it again. Barty had never been so pissed in his entire life. How dare they not let him in just because he didn’t have a stupid piece of paper saying Evan was his forever?

It wasn’t like they hadn’t already been committed to each other for years, Barty had simply never believed in the concept of marriage. Not when all the examples he had were bloody awful. But now, after this, he was making Evan his husband as soon as he got out of the hospital.

Barty was pacing in front of the hospital when he had his most brilliant idea, he wasn't sure what gave him the idea, but he knew it was the only way he was being admitted to the hospital again after the stunt he had pulled. 

Barty turned to the guard with a shit-eating grin on his face — he couldn’t stop himself — he was a bloody genius. Barty took out the pocket knife he carried everywhere he went. He was getting in there even if he had to draw more blood.

“Don’t even try it,” the man warned him, his eyes widening as soon as he saw the knife in Barty’s hand. “Stay back,” he said as he reached for his walkie-talkie and called for reinforcement.

There was no need, Barty just needed him to see what was happening. As soon as the others stepped back outside, complaining that he was still there Barty turned the knife and stabbed himself on his side.

“Oh, shit.”

"Crazy motherfucker."

“Oh my fucking god, hold him.”

Barty was still smiling when they stopped him from hitting the floor and carried him inside the hospital. He laughed when they admitted him to the ICU and said he needed immediate surgery. 

“Barty?” Pandora asked with worry when she saw him passing in a litter. He didn’t even see when they put him there. “What the fuck did you do?”

Barty got one glimpse of Evan sitting down on his bed with a frown on his face before he passed out.

Evan was alive.

It was worth it.

[aangelinakii]

SECRET LOVER LOVER.

— an inquiry for mr drake.

summary : tim's family pay you a visit to find out what's got their brother so laidback at home, without knowing you're what's got him so smitten.

note : a very rare part two to this post !! i loved the idea for this second part so much i couldn't resist,, i wanted to stay with the taylor swift theme but couldn't find a song i felt fit this so i ditched it,,,, anyways here it is i hope you enjoy, it's a little cracky / jokey but i jope it's good anyway thanks for the request <33

when a knock came at your office door that afternoon, you hadn't expected it to open to reveal two men you'd never seen. at that, you hadn't expected their strange alikeness to your boss.

from the stark raven hair dusting their eyebrows to the light piercing eyes, although both of them were quite a lot larger in their build than his, of which you'd gotten to know quite well after the last few months.

if you didn't know any better, you might think you're about to get beat up in your own office.

"how may i help you?" you had asked them, peering up from your papers, pushing your voice in an effort to not sound too suspicious, or even afraid.

one was taller, almost built like a human juggernaut, with large muscles although it was evident he tried to hide them beneath a huge hoodie over his frame; the soot-black was broken at a section where flecks of white had seemed to grow in.

the other was more lean, more confident about his physique, allowing a polo shirt to define it; his skin was tan, glistening in what sunlight spilled in through the window behind you. he was the one to speak first, stepping past the threshold. "we have a question about tim— mr drake? he said anything we have to ask him we can come to you."

judging by the way the taller one lingered by the door, you were getting more and more sure that the mafia had come knocking on wayne enterprise doors.

"um, sure, what's your query?" you asked, sitting up straighter and plucking a pen from its holder to scribble something down on the edge of a paper to show tim later.

despite the smile the polo shirt one had pushed upon his lips, the heavy uncertainty in your chest had remained, gaining weight as he stepped up to your desk and perched himself down at the single chair on the other side of it. "just so you don't think you're about to be attacked, i think it'd be best if we introduced ourselves; i'm dick, and back there is jason, we grew up with tim." he glanced back at the one by the door. "we're his brothers."

"that explains it," you attempted to chuckle, the weight on your shoulders slowly evaporating.

"not by blood or anything," the tall cross-armed one huffed. "i think i'd rather die than have tim be my actual brother by blood."

your gaze silently travelled to him, and dick craned his head around to stare at him.

in return, jason shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, and his arms seemed to tighten their loop over his chest. "don't worry about it..."

when dick finally turned back to you, he owned a curious glint in his eye, that shone as a cloud passed the sun behind you, and another crossed over it in an instant. "you haven't noticed tim acting different lately, have you?"

he was leaning forward slightly, a soft crease in between his brows, eyes narrowed a little bit.

not that you could think of...

"well, not to speak ill of my boss or your brother, but he's been quite stressed with this start-up that keeps asking for funding," you explained. you knew quite well the extent of his stress, for you'd been the person to help him relieve it each night when every other computer screen was black, the only sounds throughout the building that you both shared.

but these two guys didn't need to know that.

a beat passed, you looking between the two of them. "why? is everything okay at home?"

this time when dick glanced back at jason, it wasn't out of judgement — it was a shared expression of knowing.

"we think he's met someone," jason was the first to speak now, glancing behind him and stepping further into the room, closing the door.

met someone?

well, assuming that someone was you, you had to decide how to respond.

should you explain that you've actually been seeing him, even though you'd agreed not to tell anybody in the office? these two weren't colleagues, maybe they didn't count. after a second longer's thought, you decided it would be better to keep things secret until you properly discussed it with tim.

if he wanted his brothers knowing, he would have told them, wouldn't he?

shaking your head softly, you gave a shrug. "i'm sorry, i haven't noticed anybody coming in or out of his office." not when you're the one doing it.

but just because you couldn't tell them what was going on with tim, didn't mean you couldn't find out.

"how has he been acting anyway?" you continued, earning the two boys to look back up at you from their silent brainstorming. "you know, just so i can keep an eye out on any weird behaviour."

dick's bottom lip jutted out and he took a few beats to recall. "i don't know, he's just been a lot happier lately. if someone — jason — tries to get a rise out of him, he'll just brush it off, act totally different to normal."

"yeah, he's getting boring now," jason piped up, which earned a smile from you.

"and he's been buying new cologne," dick added. "which we noticed, because he used to wear lynx but now he's wearing expensive stuff, i can tell."

expensive stuff, huh? you could certainly tell. sounds like a big jump from lynx just to impress a subordinate.

you were about to open your mouth to respond when the door creaked open once again, causing jason beside it to flinch.

this time, the person entering was a familiar face; that of tim drake himself, the man of the conversation.

"have you got those— oh."

he fell still, looking between his two brothers, one seated, one standing; both just as in shock-horror as the other.

"didn't i tell you to leave?" tim scowled, his knuckles paling on the doorknob as he gripped it.

mouth agape, you glanced around at the men. "didn't you say anything they wanted to know, bring them to me?"

tim's expression faltered for a moment, his jaw setting in place as he continued to stare down his brothers, gaze lingering on one for a few beats before turning to the other. "i did say that. before i told them to leave the building because they were beginning to piss me off."

now, dick was quick to stand. "and we'll leave right now!" he exclaimed. "just trying to get to the bottom of your smite."

he flashed tim a cheeky smile and began to move past him out the room, clapping a hand on his shoulder on the way. jason, on the other hand, sent you a pointed look before following.

as soon as jason's backside was out the door, tim was closing it on him with a sigh.

"never knew how to keep their noses out of people's business," he grumbled, stepping towards the chair dick had been sitting in and slumping down into it.

unable to contain a soft, sappy smile, you stood from your desk and stepped around it, perching along the edge of the wood, knees brushing against tim's thigh. a hand came up to run itself through his gelled hair, and you leaned carefully forward to press a small peck to the forehead exposed by the action.

"your cologne smells amazing," you sighed against his hair, just barely catching a whiff of it as you moved against him. "much nicer than lynx."

what had been him leaning into your touch, sighing quietly beneath his breath grew rigid and still.

"what did they tell you?" tim's voice came cold, but in a way it was difficult to hold in a laugh.

when you didn't respond, tim pulled away quickly and jumped to his feet, racing to the door. although he closed it behind him, you could hear a combination of boyish laughter and little brother whines that practically painted the picture for you, loud and clear — and you could imagine tim would have to run a board meeting to make sure none of what was heard was spoken of again.

[revelboo]

How have WheelJack and his human been?? Are they now a thing? 👀

Wheeljack is struggling and second guessing himself

Circuits and Wires Pt 12

Wheeljack x Reader

• Warm, soft mouth sliding against his, he’s frozen. Afraid if he moves you’ll stop and he really doesn’t want that. Servos ghosting against your side, he can hear his venting roughen, needing more. Wanting to believe that he’s not misunderstanding this somehow. And you seize his wrist, pressing his palm more firmly against your warmth. Lips brushing his, he feels your little tongue slide against the seam of his lips and he opens up for you. Shuddering when you catch at his chassis and pull yourself into his lap. Pressing yourself up against him. Can scent you, taste you, feel your heart beating against him. Unsure if he’s really allowed this.

• Breathless when his glossa strokes along your tongue, exploring your mouth, he’s so gentle with you. Cautious. And those big, warm hands shift on you, servos ghosting over you like he thinks he’s going to break you. Helm brushing your forehead when he breaks the kiss, his servos cup your cheek and you look up at those gentle, blue optics. “You sure about this? About me?” And you press your face against his neck, wondering if you just made everything too weird between you. If maybe he’d just been humoring you, not really interested in you that way. You thought he liked you, but he’s so awkward it’s hard to be sure.

• “If you don’t want me, just tell me, okay? I can take it,” you mumble and he stiffens. Hadn’t wanted to give you that impression, only to be sure that you’re sure. Because he still can’t believe you’d pick him. Want him, when there are younger bots about. Knows the others don’t take him too seriously. That some of them laugh at him behind his back. Wheeljack and his failed inventions. But you’ve never mocked him. Gently tipping your face up, he brushes his mouth against yours.

• “I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he says, unable to look you in the eyes. “I love having you around. Having someone to talk to that doesn’t just see a screw up or an accident waiting to happen.” His helm bumps against you again, those optics flicking up to hold your eyes and then away. “I’m not good at this.” His uncertainty warming you as his vocal indicators pinken again. Your big, sweet, insecure dummy.

• “You’re doing fine,” you whisper, mouth claiming his again. And you lean back, tugging at him and he lets you pull him down. Shifting to cover you as you lay back under him. Servos faintly trembling, he chases your pulse at your neck. Mouth moving to follow your jaw, the line of your neck as his servos tease the hem of your shirt. Asking permission and your hand is on his, guiding him under your shirt to brush soft skin. “I need you.”

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Can you do Rafe’s ex gf seeks comfort in JJ? Just pure fluff and maybe some angst when Rafe sees them out on day. TY

I love this idea 🙂‍↕️

𝚓𝚓𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚎𝚡𝚋𝚏!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎

𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚓 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒��𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎 (𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎)

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The first two weeks were hell. You barely left your bed, barely ate, barely moved. The weight of Rafe’s absence pressed down on you like a boulder, suffocating and unrelenting. Even after everything—the drugs, the anger, the way he pushed you aside for his father’s approval—you still felt like you were drowning in the loss. You weren’t mourning him. You were mourning the version of him you convinced yourself was real.

Sarah was the only one who refused to let you waste away.

“Enough of this, okay? I’m not gonna sit here and watch you rot,” she said on the third week, yanking the blankets off your curled-up body.

“Sarah, I don’t—”

“Nope. Shower. Now. And then we’re going out.”

You wanted to argue, but the exhaustion of doing nothing had drained you more than anything else. So you let her drag you out, let her push you into a world that kept spinning despite your heartbreak.

By the fourth week, she started bringing you to the Chateau.

That’s where you saw him. Another set of piercing blue eyes, but these weren’t cold or calculating. They weren’t waiting for you to slip up. They were wild and full of mischief, warmth flickering behind them like the embers of a fire. JJ Maybank.

The Pogues welcomed you in without hesitation. They had seen you before—seen you standing behind Rafe, eyes wet with tears, breath hitching as you begged him to stop. You weren’t one of them then, but you weren’t one of him either. You worried about them when you should’ve worried about Rafe. They noticed.

JJ noticed.

At first, it was casual. Every time Sarah brought you over, at some point, you and JJ would slip away from the group. It was easy with him, natural. You talked about everything. About your past, your dreams, your fears. About how love—real love—was supposed to feel like safety, not suffocation. And he listened. Really listened.

By the fifth day, you knew more about each other than most people did in years. You learned you were the same—both shattered, pieced together with flimsy tape, only to be broken all over again.

On the sixth day, you kissed him. It was instinctual, something that bubbled up from deep inside you. But the second your lips met his, you pulled back. You were afraid he’d think you were using him. But you weren’t, it just felt right.

“JJ, I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in before you could finish. His lips crashed into yours, and for the first time in forever, you felt light.

That night, you stayed curled up with him on John B’s pull-out couch, safe in the space between his arms.

Week five. JJ invited you to a kegger.

You hesitated at first, the nagging fear of running into Rafe gnawing at the back of your mind. But it was a Pogue party, deep in the Cut. He wouldn’t be there. And is he was there’d be so many other people, there’d be no way he’d find you.

You stayed by JJ’s side the entire night, the two of you tangled together in laughter, cheap beer, and a shared joint. The world was hazy, soft at the edges. For the first time in forever, you weren’t looking over your shoulder. The beer hit you a little hard when you realized you needed to use the restroom. You let JJ know and gave his a quick kiss. You felt good the whole night being there with him.

That is, until you started to head to the restroom.

A large hand gripped your bicep, fingers digging in painfully. Your heart stopped before you even turned.

You knew who it was.

When your eyes met Rafe’s, his pupils were blown, his breathing heavy. You barely had time to react before he started dragging you through the crowd.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped, trying to yank your arm away.

He spun you, slamming your back against a rock.

“My problem,” he seethed, “is that my girlfriend thinks she can flaunt around with that nasty Maybank like I wouldn’t notice. Kissing him fun? You think he could make you feel the way I could?”

“EX-girlfriend,” you corrected, shoving at his chest. “Now you care? Now you’re so concerned on what feels good for me? What—Daddy not paying enough attention to you right now?”

His jaw clenched. His hand slammed into the rock beside your head, making you flinch. He had never put his hands on you before, but you’d seen what he was capable of.

A commotion behind him.

“Stay away from her, Rafe,” JJ’s voice cut through the noise.

Rafe smirked, turning to face him. “Or what?” He got up in JJ’s face, towering over him.

“JJ, please. Let’s just go,” you begged, but he didn’t move.

Rafe chuckled darkly before shoving JJ, hard enough to send him crashing into you. You hit the ground, the impact jolting through you.

JJ’s lips curled into a grin, blood coating his bottom lip. “You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? Hurting her wasn’t enough when you were together, huh? You gotta make sure she’s miserable without you too?”

Rafe’s face twisted, his eyes darkening with rage. And then he swung.

The fight was brutal. JJ took a few hits, but he wasn’t afraid to give them back. You screamed, begged them to stop, but neither of them listened.

It wasn’t until Pope and John B finally wrenched them apart that it ended.

JJ stumbled toward you, blood smeared across his face. You were still sitting in the sand, hands shaking as you reached up to touch him.

“You’re hurt,” you whispered, wiping the blood from his cheek.

He grinned, wincing slightly. “Worth it.”

Without thinking, you kissed him.

Behind you, Rafe scoffed. “Congrats, Maybank. Enjoy my sloppy seconds. But don’t worry—I’m not done getting back what’s mine.”

You didn’t care.

Because all you could see was JJ.

tags + some moots 💗

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[i-dared-myself]

Protect and Attack

Minho x reader

Requested by @strawberryscentedd :Can you maybe do a cute oneshot about minho or chan teaching his gf self defense tips and practicing w her bc she's going on a trip soon and he's like i must teach you to protecc

I chose Minho, cuz he’s my bias (For today). Sue me.

Disclaimer: I am Canadian 

“Excuse me?” you ask as Minho as he shuts your front door behind him. You had opened it only for him to immediately march inside. 

“You’re going to Canada?” Minho demands. “Without me?”

You blink at him. “What? Well you’re on tour at the time so I figured it would be a great chance for me to travel too.”

Minho huffs and crosses his arms. “What if something happens and I’m not there?”

“What would ever happen?” You cross your arms across your chest and level him with a glare. “And I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.”

Minho scoffs. “Have you met a Canadian? They’re all axe-wielding maniacs.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Okay, that’s a stereotype. And they’re also really nice. Like, painfully nice.”

Minho raises a single eyebrow. “Look who’s playing into stereotypes now.”

“I’ll be fine!” You turn away from him and return to stuffing things into your suitcase. “Jeez…”

Minho’s voice softens as he speaks next. “You know I think that, I just- I don’t like it when I’m not around. I hate leaving you when I go on tour, and you’re going to an entirely different continent.”

You grab yet another pair of socks, not wanting to be cold on your trip. “I know. And I’ll be fine.”

“Still,” Minho says, causing you to sigh heavily, “you should at least know what to do in an emergency.”

“Like what?” You glance over your shoulder to look at him. “What kind of emergency could there possibly be?”

“You get mugged. Or kidnapped.” Minho tugs at his hair, quickly spiraling into insane assumptions. “They sell you to the devil! They force you to pick a new bias!”

“Woah.” You place a hand on his arm to calm him, gently pulling his hands away from his hair. “It’s okay. No one is kidnapping me, and no one is going to make me pick a new bias. Why would they even want that?”

Minho takes a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I guess you’re right. There’s no way you would pick a bias other than me.”

You smile softly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’ll be fine. I’m only gone for a week.”

Minho slouches. “Fine. But I better get photos.”

You grin and pat his cheek patronizingly. “Sure, Ho.”

“Excuse me?” Minho arches an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

“It’s a nickname!” You dart away before he can grab you. You barely dodge his outstretched arms. “Because your name is Minho so-“

“You’re not calling me that!” He tries again to capture you and bring you to justice, but you evade him once again. “Get back here you little-“

You shriek as his arms wrap around your torso, clutching you tightly. “Please! Have mercy!”

Minho chuckles darkly and drags you to the bed, throwing you across it. He comes up from behind and presses his knee into the small of your back. “If you can get free, I’ll let you go with no consequences. This is your chance to show me you’ll be safe in Canada, the godless land of Bigfoots.”

“Bigfeet,” you correct with a breathless giggle.

His knee’s pressure increases. “What?”

“Bigfeet,” you repeat, squirming away. “It’s not foots, it’s feet.”

“Unless there’s only one Bigfoot,” Minho thoughtfully says. “It would be a singular noun then.”

“If Bigfoot is even real.” You try and swing a leg out at him, but don’t have enough leverage. It just makes him laugh a little.

“You’re not leaving me very confident in your ability to escape danger,” Minho dryly says. “Come on, try harder. Don’t be afraid to hurt me; I can take it.”

You reach up blindly with your hands behind you, scrambling for anything you can grab. Nothing brushes your fingers, so you hit them on the sheets in frustration.

“Whats going on here?” Chan asks, voice dripping with disapproval. “Minho! Get off of her!”

Minho leaps back, eyes wide. “It’s not what it looks like! And what are you even doing here?”

Felix pops up from behind him. “We were coming over for dinner, remember? A goodbye dinner before the tour and the Canada trip?”

“You knew about the trip and didn’t tell me?” Minho demands. 

“What were you doing to her?” Hyunjin questions instead of answering. 

“Trying to get her to prove that she’ll be fine on her own,” Minho spits out. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Ho,” you say, leaning your head on Minho’s shoulder. “They’re just concerned. I know you’re mad I didn’t tell you about the trip earlier, but take that out on me and not them.”

Seungmin scowls. “Am I not getting dinner tonight? Because I cancelled with my other friends for this.”

“Other friends?” Jeongin asks, lower lip sticking out with hurt. “Why haven’t I heard of them?”

“I have a life, you know,” Seungmin tiredly says. 

“You’re right,” Minho carefully says to you. “I should take it out on you, and not them.”

“That sounds weirdly sexual,” Jisung chimes in.

Minho suddenly puts you in a headlock, ruffling your hair. “Ha! Try and get out of this!”

“Step on his foot!” Changbin cheers. “Throw him over your shoulder!”

You kick the inside of Minho’s foot. When he winces and adjusts his stance, you lunge to the side and break out of his hold.

“Yass! Slay!” Jisung whoops.

“Ew.” Jeongin grimaces. “Never say that again.”

Hyunjin tosses imaginary hair over his shoulder. “I’m the only one here who slays.”

Chan rubs at his face. “This is gonna be a thing now, isn’t it?”

“Tackle him!” Felix shouts at you. “Get him before it’s too late!”

You hesitantly throw yourself at Minho, knocking him to the floor. He produces an Oof sound that makes you feel slightly guilty, but you push it aside.

Bigfoot wouldn’t show weakness, so neither can you.

“Finish him!” Jisung screams wildly.

Changbin shuffles awkwardly. “Okay, maybe don’t finish him. We do need him.”

Minho sits up and rubs his chest. “Okay. You’ll survive in Canada.”

You pump your fists in victory. “Yes!”

“But,” Minho continues, “I want constant updates. Photos, texts, etcetera.”

“Deal.” You stick out a hand for him to shake. 

“And I want a souvenir,” he adds. 

“Give me some money?” You bat your eyes at him, holding out a hand.

He sighs and forks over a spare credit card.

“But nothing weird. Or expensive.”

“Buy him a whole polar bear,” Seungmin mutters as he leaves, presumably to hang out with his other friends.

You grin at Minho, who immediately shakes his head, ruining all of your hopes and dreams.

“You’re the worst, Ho,” you grumble, tucking the credit card into your pocket.

Minho jumps at you again, wrestling you to the floor. “I dare you to call me that again!”

Felix sighs and heads out the door, holding it open for the others. “Let’s just go find takeout.”

You watch as they all exit, leaving you alone with Minho. He’s currently trying to wrangle your hands behind your back, and you squirm.

“Ho!” you taunt as you stand up, rushing to the door. “My little Ho!”

Minho chases after you angrily, a lethal glint to his eyes. But you’re not worried. You know he won’t actually hurt you.

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[altacctforastarion]

Okay hear me out Astarion nsfw/sfw with a Tav who's technically royalty but gave the crown to their brother and they never told anyone they were royalty until it get revealed by a guard greeting tav like "my majesty" how would Astarion react

Fun fact: I write while I’m at work (we’re in the slow season) and I wrote a full thing for this the day you requested it and then got busy for a few minutes and got back on to hit post and the app closed while I was off. So I’ve learned to save my drafts frequently, and I’ve died a little inside.

Anyways! I did this in kinda headcanon format, just couldn’t find a way to make a full fic with it.

Warnings: Astarion being angry but he chills out, nsfw mentions at the end, 18+ only minors do not interact.

I hope you like it!

-you feel dread as you near the bridge to Baldurs gate. You’d meant to tell your companions about your past, about how you were once royalty, but as time went on you just couldn’t bring yourself to. It was so nice to be treated like everyone else. If they were angry with you they didn’t bite their tongues, telling you how they felt and expecting you to make up for it.

-You’d come close, when Astarion had started telling you about his own past, occasionally asking about yours, but the thought of the person you cared for seeing you as above them was too much, so you didn’t confess then, choosing to put it off. And now you’re approaching the guards who you know by name and you know this won’t go well.

-They don’t see you at first and they stop your group, Astarion starts arguing with them and one of the guards looks at your group, spotting you, and drops into a deep bow, “Your majesty! We apologize, please carry on. You and your friends are always welcome in our great city, would you like a personal escort?”

-Your group stares at you as you thank the guards and tell them you’ll be fine without an escort. You cross the bridge, and Astarion grabs your arm and spins you around as soon as you’re out of earshot of the guards who would no doubt kill him for how he’s about to talk to you.

-“When exactly were you going to tell us about your status, your majesty?” He’s angry, hissing out the words in a hushed whisper, your other companions aren’t so much angry as they are disappointed, besides Lae’zel who couldn’t care less about your status. “How could we know how far beneath you we are if you never see fit to tell us? Could we not be trusted with such important, regal information?” You can hear the hurt of betrayal, and the slight anxiety, no doubt wondering if he’ll be struck down for how he’s speaking now, but also because he took the blood of a royal.

-You apologize and explain that you’re not royalty now, that you’d long since given up your crown. You’re questioned as to why you didn’t tell them, why you hid so much of yourself from the people you trust with your life, and as you confess the others move onto questions about being royalty, the fun you must have had, but not Astarion. He’s still gripping your arm and it almost hurts, like he’s worried you’ll run away if he doesn’t keep you there.

-“Why didn’t you tell me? I told you so much of myself and you gave me almost nothing from your past. Were you lying when you told me things about yourself?”

-“I never lied to you, I just didn’t want to be treated like I was better than everyone else. The can do no wrong royal bullshit wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to manage family politics or organize fancy galas, I wanted to be a person. And since the nautiloid, that’s all I’ve been, just a person who can be wrong and can hear all about it when I make mistakes. You would never hold my arm this tight or talk to me this way if I was who I was supposed to be. This is the life I want, and I’m sorry I was afraid to lose it.”

-He starts to understand then, he’s lied plenty to get the life he wants, to be the person he really is, and as the anger leaves him, he loosens his grip a little, but he doesn’t let go, giving you what you said you’d wanted.

-He starts to ask questions about the royals you knew, asking for dirty secrets and gossip, asking if your group could go stay in your castle and scoffing when you told him the castle belongs to your brother, and while he’d welcome you back you’d rather not go back.

-That night, your group takes up residence in Elfsong, and everyone makes jokes about a royal sleeping above a tavern.

-When you’re in your bed with Astarion he tells you he’s never fucked a royal before, and asks for the opportunity, shushing you when you tell him that you’re no longer royalty and he has fucked you multiple times anyways.

[munsonsmixtapes]

so so proud of you and all of your work is amazing!! i’d love to request something for your celebration <3

🦇😘#13 please!!! (pls feed us with some smut and angst 😝😝😝😝)

cw: MDNI (18+) oral (f receiving) body worship, angst, hurt/comfort

Your living room is increasingly getting smaller as your fight with Eddie gets more intense. You've never yelled at each other like this and now you're concerned that maybe this is the beginning of the end of your arrangement.

"It was just a little fight," you scoff but Eddie doesn't seem to think the same with the way he's looking at you. He looks so angry that you can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"A little fight, y/n? You kicked me out!" He's screaming now and you're getting smaller as he towers over you. He's trying to show you just how much you hurt him. Yo try to get you to listen to him because he knows you'd much rather not have this conversation because you hate being vulnerable.

That's why this whole thing works. You both get what you want every time and there's no strings attached. But that's the problem here. He was supposed to fall for you and he did.

"You were trying to cuddle and that's not part of our agreement." You'll never tell him how badly you wanted to because that's not who you are. You're not a girlfriend, you're the type of girl men just like the sleep with, nothing more. And that's the way you like it.

Being in a relationship means letting people in and letting them see parts of you that no one else has. The parts that aren't perfect. And you're afraid that they won't be able see past how imperfect you are. Eddie's become the only person who's gotten close to you have to cut him loose.

Because if you let him in, then there's only a matter of time before he leaves and you like him too much to let that happen. So if you're the one who initiates it because of something he did, then it's not your fault, it's his.

"And then you just blew up, yelling at me like I did something so horrible!" Eddie knows why you're shutting him out, but he wants you to admit it, to hear the very words come from your mouth.

He steps closer to you, taking your face in his hands and he's so close now that he can see the tears streaming down your face.

"Why can't you just let yourself want this?" He whispers and those seem to be the magic words to make you cry even harder. He 's wiping away the tears as they come, pressing his forehead to yours.

"Because," you whisper back. "If I let you in, then you'll just leave. And I love you too much to let that happen." Mission accomplished.

Eddie can't help but grin at your confession, having never felt this happy in his life. He knew he wasn't just imagining it and now he has your words as proof.

"You love me?" He asks as he pulls back, his eyes lighting up.

"Well-" you try to backtrack, afraid that you've said too much, but considering how happy he looks, you're realizing that you didn't actually make a mistake.

"You love me!" He exclaims with a laugh. "I knew it!"

"You knew?" Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You hadn't realized that you had been that obvious.

"Sweetheart, you weren't exactly good at hiding it. But it's okay because I love you too."

"You love me." You're beaming now, glowing and Eddie doesn't know how you could get any prettier.

"I love you," he nods. "Every single part, the good and the bad." His arms are wrapped around your waist while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

He smiles against your lips as his arms wrap tighter around your waist, lifting you up so that your feet are hovering over the floor. Your legs wrap around his waist as his tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you let him in as he backs up to the couch, collapsing onto it as you begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he stops you.

"Nope," he mumbles against your lips as he rests his hands gently on top of yours. "Tonight is about you, doll, and how I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you know just how much I love you."

You blink and you're lying flat against the couch cushions, Eddie now hovering over you with that hungry look in his eyes that you've grown so familiar with.

"But-"

"Nope, you're not going to feel bad because this is just as much for me as it is for you." He lowers himself down onto you and presses his lips to yours. It's so gentle in comparison the other kisses you've shared and you're eating it up, loving seeing this soft side of him.

He's kissing his way down your neck, whispering the most kind words to you about how much he loves your body. He hasn't been this soft and gentle since the very beginning of your arrangement and you have to admit that you love seeing this side of him.

"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs against your chest. "And you," he cuts him off to take a whiff. "smell so good, baby. What is that?"

"You know what it is," you laugh and it's music to Eddie's ears.

"Oh right," he chuckles as he kisses his way down to your tits, pressing a kiss to each one before speaking again. "You know how much I love these," he says as he gives them a squeeze which causes you to gasp. "But they aren't the focus tonight."

Eddie continues to kiss down your torso, pulling down your sweatpants as he does so.

"God, you're perfect," he whispers as he finally gets to the spot right above the waistband of your panties. As he gaze drops lower, he can't help but the notice the dark, wet patch right where you're cunt it. "Already wet, hm? Well, it's a good thing that I'm going to take care of you, isn't it?"

He pulls off your panties then kisses his way up your leg, murmuring what you're sure are compliments into your skin but you can't hear him. He does the same with your other leg then reaches up and grabs hold of your wrist, slipping the scrunchie from it.

"Can I use this?" He asks, his voice so sweet that can't possible say no.

"Sure," you nod and watch him tie his hair back before hooking your legs over his shoulders, not even giving you a chance to prepare yourself before diving straight in.

There's no warm up, it's nothing but teeth and tongue as he bites down, causing you to moan loudly. Your hands grab onto whatever hair you can reach, giving it a tug as your thighs press against his head, your heels digging into his back as your toes curl in pleasure.

He's eating your cunt like it's a man starved and you already feel dizzy, just knowing that this is different from any other time that he's done it. All the others were sloppy and lazy and exactly what you needed, but here, there's intention, there's purpose. And at this rate, you're not sure how long you're going to last.

He pushes his tongue inside and that's when you know you're done for. It's fucking you so hard that you didn't even know he could that with just his tongue. His hands are sliding underneath your ass, squeezing it as hard as he can as he works his magic, making you moan over and over as your climax builds.

You finally reach your orgasm and as it's coursing through you, his names falling from your lips, you just know that this is the best one yet. And even as you're finishing, Eddie's still going to town, slowly removing his tongue only to let it lazily glide along your cunt to lick up every last bit before pulling away just enough to where you can hear him speak.

"Tastes so good," he tells you. "Any man who has ever claimed that a food is their favorite thing to eat has clearly never had their head between your thighs." He then goes back in for more and you stay like that for the rest of the night where Eddie makes you feel the best you ever had as he eats you out for hours on end, showing you just how he loves you and that he will continue to do so for the rest of his life.

[bwat5-blog]

Reality Check: Caitlyn & Vi

**Spoilers For Arcane**

Alrighty. This won't be too long as it doesn't need to be but I am seeing a lot of the same nonsense lately and it is bugging me. For anyone who hasn't seen me say so a million times already, Vi is my favorite character. She has been since the show started for a variety of reasons.

And in truth although I greatly enjoyed Caitlyn's story and she grew much more engaging to me in season two, I was never nearly as invested in her. But My. God. The amount of absolute nuclear grade bull-shit that has been used to try and demonize her has made me talk about her SO MUCH MORE than I ever intended. So I wanted to address something.

The Hit:

Okay. Let's talk about this real quick because people have really latched on to this. It it okay or acceptable that Caitlyn hit Vi?

Obviously Not

And Caitlyn doesn't think so either. Look at her face just before she turns. But there is an OCEAN of factors at play here influencing Caitlyn and Vi both and it is about a million miles from being as simple as that. I'm not getting into all of that here I have done it many times already. But to address a few points:

This is the only time she hits Vi knowingly in anger. The second time she doesn't have any idea who Vi is. The third time is part of a plan Vi is quite clearly on board with. Stop exaggerating.

Vi forgave Caitlyn way too easily for this!"-

Okay. Like I said it isn't about making this okay. And it isn't about some sort of trauma Olympics as I've seen it called. But we need to remember some things that Vi certainly would.

Even if at the time it was for her own purposes Caitlyn got her out of prison when she really had no hope of ever being free

Caitlyn saved her life repeatedly in Zaun when she barely knew her and owed her nothing

Caitlyn offered herself in Vi's place before she knew the firelights were friendly

Caitlyn gave Ekko the gemstone and was going to let him present it to the council

Caitlyn stood side by side with Vi and told the council to their faces they had failed all of Zaun

Jinx abducted and terrorized Caitlyn after nearly killing her, all for her proximity to Vi

Caitlyn spared Jinx when Vi begged her to and it cost her her mother

As far as we see and are made aware, Caitlyn never blames or tries to put that on Vi

Caitlyn apologizes to Vi for springing the badge, clearly feels guilty and is honest that she is afraid she or Jinx will die if Vi doesn't come

When they do see each other again, Caitlyn immediately is on board with helping Vi save her family

When Jinx surrenders herself into custody Caitlyn doesn't send her to Stillwater and doesn't immediately try and execute her when she could have. Instead waiting for Vi to wake up

Clears the path for Vi to free Jinx and escape if she chooses. Putting her love for Vi over her hatred of Jinx

Like I said. This isn't about justification. There is no justifying physically harming someone you love. But there is a world of difference between doing something terrible in a TERRIBLE moment and being a chronic domestic abuser like some of you are saying Caitlyn is. And as far as I'm concerned, Vi knows exactly who Caitlyn really is, and chose love and forgiveness.

[sirsoggybread]

Visiting Hours|Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid x Winchester! Reader- Part Two (Part One) Summary: A Criminal Minds x Supernatural crossover in which the reader finds themselves in the hospital, and Spencer comes to visit. Warnings: Typical mentions of violence, spoilers for s7/s8 of supernatural, depictions of self-hate and guilt. gn! reader, no use of y/n. WC: 1.6k a/n: Thank you so much to those who read pt1! Sorry these are so short, but I have plans to put out more parts. I'm thinking the series will be 4 or 5 parts once I'm finished. I hope you enjoy!

When you woke up, you were immediately aware of the restricting sensation around your torso, and your eyes snapped open. The quiet, rhythmical beeping and the sight of the plain, white walls jogged your memories. Your shoulders relaxed as you recalled the fight with the demon, dragging yourself to the hospital, and passing out in the lobby. 

Thankfully, you killed the demon before he could go running back to Crowley with a report. Unfortunately, you didn’t kill him before he beat the shit out of you.

Your brows furrowed as your eyes landed on the man sitting beside your hospital bed. He looked familiar, but you didn’t recognize him until he spoke. It wasn’t his voice that made you realize who he was, but the quiet and hesitant way that he talked, like he was afraid he’d scare you off. “How are you feeling?” Your head fell back onto your pillow with a groan, “How’d you find me?”

“Um… I didn’t find you, the hospital called me. You… still had my card on you.” He explained, sitting up in his chair. His mind raced with all of the questions he had for you, unsure of which one to ask first. “What happened to you?”

“Some guy couldn’t take no for an answer.” The lie rolled off of your tongue so easily he didn’t even question it. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. Of course, you were covered in bruises with a broken arm and gash in your side, but he wanted to know the impact it had on your mental state. “Yeah, I’m fine. You should see the other guy.” You remarked, your lips curling into a small, amused smile. Spencer managed a weak laugh. ���Why didn’t you call me?”

“You said to call you if I needed anything, and I didn’t.” You answered simply. “Why’d you even come? Isn’t D.C like a 5 and a half hour drive?” You couldn’t understand why he cared so much when he barely even knew you. “Actually, the drive from D.C.to New Haven averages around 5 hours and 8 minutes, but I took the train so it was 5 hours and 42 minutes.” He quickly corrected, “And I think being attacked is considered ‘needing something.’” “Sorry,” You mumbled, though you were clearly unapologetic. He let out a bitter huff at your response. 

He watched in silence as you pulled the thin, blue comforter closer to you in an attempt to get warmer. He knew he should probably let you rest, but his mind was still racing with questions. He at least had to ask the one question that was nagging at him the most, despite however superficial he thought it may be. “Why did you… keep my card? I expected you to… throw it away the first chance you got.” You swallowed, because you didn’t really know why you decided to keep it. Maybe it was his nervous demeanor that you found endearing, or his genuine concern for you despite being complete strangers, or maybe you just liked having a direct line to the FBI- yeah, let’s go with that. “Maybe, I just like the idea of having an FBI Agent in my back pocket.” You finally answered, shrugging as much as your broken arm would allow you to. Spencer hummed in response, though your answer did little to satisfy him. Mostly because he suspected that it wasn’t true, but he didn’t push. He hesitated before he spoke again, “Would it… be alright if I… visited you while you’re in the hospital?” You wanted to tell him yes, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea to get attached, and you weren’t sure how long you were going to be here anyway. You were planning on getting out as soon as you could, regardless of whatever your doctor said. You inhaled deeply, opening your eyes once again as you asked, “Why do you care?” “I don’t know. I just do,” He admitted quietly, his eyes meeting yours. “Is that a bad thing?”

You didn’t answer, because you didn’t want to tell him that it was a bad thing. People who cared about you -people you cared about- got hurt. A trail of bodies, loved ones, followed you wherever you went. Keeping that list short was the best way to keep other people safe. To keep yourself safe.

You raised your eyebrow, “You’re gonna stay in New Haven just for little ol’ me?”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He confessed softly, keeping his eyes trained on his hands. You tried to ignore the way your chest tightened at his words.

“You don’t… have any family, do you?” He asked, but it was more of an observation and less of a question.

“I do.” You corrected him, in an almost defensive manner.

He shook his head, an expression of confusion crossing his face. “Then, why haven’t you called them?”

“We’re not exactly on speaking terms.” You replied in a sharp tone.

He recognized the warning in your voice, and realized his questions were getting too personal. “Oh,” He breathed out, his lips tugging into a sympathetic pout.

His questions were annoying, but you knew they came from a place of care and concern. A place deep inside his chest that was far more gentle and kind than you could ever be. 

He rode a train for 5 hours and 42 minutes just to ask if you were okay. He sat beside you, waiting in an uncomfortable hospital chair while you slept and you couldn’t figure out why. It nagged at the back of your mind like an itch you couldn’t scratch. What about you was so worth caring about?

An awkward silence settled over the two of you as both of you had questions on your mind that neither of you were willing to ask. You were the first to break it, “Think they got anything good on here?” You asked, picking up the remote to the small TV mounted on the wall across from you.

He let out a quiet breath of relief, and turned his attention to the TV, watching as you flipped through the few channels. “Hmm, they have Animal Planet, we could watch that.” He suggested with a hum. “Alright, I’m the one with the broken arm, here. I get to pick.” You clicked on the Animal Planet channel. An amused smile graced his features, and a similar one threatened to tug at your own lips. Hours passed by without you even realizing. You each had your eyes locked onto the TV, making quiet, non-personal conversation about what you watched. You made dumb comments that you had to clarify were jokes, and Spencer would elaborate on some of the facts mentioned by the narrator.

It was nice- relaxing, sitting here and watching TV with him. It felt almost unnatural. You ignored the way your gut twisted as if you were doing something wrong for enjoying yourself, even if it was only for a few hours.

Spencer glanced out the small window of your hotel room, the sun was setting and it was growing late. He took a deep breath and stood from his chair, “I should… probably go. It’s getting late.”

You nodded in agreement, and cursed yourself internally for your reluctance to do so. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”

“Can I… visit you again tomorrow?” He asked, nervously rocking back and forth on his feet.

Your mouth twitched into a small smile and you nodded tentatively, “Yeah, you can.” When he left the room, the guilt settled on your chest. You should be thinking about finding Dean, or protecting Kevin, or looking for your next case. Instead, you were indulging in this- this… whatever it was that Spencer did to you.

You shifted uncomfortably in the springy bed. The TV still played quietly in the background as you let your eyes close, and attempted to clear your mind enough to fall asleep.

—

Your phone buzzing on the overbed table is what pulled you out of your sleep. Being woken up made you wonder if God hated you. You could almost never afford more than four hours of sleep, and when those rare opportunities to sleep-in presented themselves, you still didn’t get to enjoy them.

“Hey,” You mumbled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Hey,” It was Kevin. It was always Kevin, he was the only person you really talked to anymore.

“Don’t tell me you got me another case already?” You huffed, though you would’ve jumped at the chance. Cases were constant, these past few months you had buried yourself in them, they made for a good distraction.

“No, but I got more on Maine.”

You sat up quickly, your heart thumping loudly in your ears. It doesn’t matter how many dead-end leads the two of you had discovered, every time something new came along, you couldn’t help but be hopeful. Though, for once, this lead seemed substantial- worth investigating. So much so, it made your heart race and your breath shorten when you thought about it.

You changed out of the paper gown while Kevin told you about the possible portal to Purgatory located somewhere in Maine. Racing to get dressed with your arm in a sling wasn’t the easiest task, but you managed. Could this really be it? Could you really be this close to finding Dean? You faltered before you grabbed the handle to the door, glancing over to the empty chair where Spencer sat earlier. It sucked that he’d come back tomorrow and you wouldn’t be here. You almost felt bad for leaving without a goodbye, but this was more important. You pushed the guilt down and slipped down the quiet corridors of the hospital, focusing all your energy on Dean. This had to be it, right? You were actually gonna save him… right?

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[shin-tsucommunist]

quick analysis of the imitation art:

i might expand on this later if i think of anything else

damon- presumably the kid he's watching pet the cat is his younger self? he's smiling, but definitely seems melancholy. i think he's looking back on the person he used to be before he was an ultimate.

eva: i think this is representative of how she wants to be someone else with a better, more interesting talent. the blonde girl has her head raised slightly higher, showing she's more confident. also, if you combine the two you get eva's normal design, so this probably shows eva the ultimate mathlete with the person she pretended to be to seem cooler- the two of them combined make up the eva we see in the killing game.

desmond: okay so. this one's relatively clear, but still pretty interesting. he's being run through with spears, while the people holding them have arrows in their backs in places that would likely be fatal. the way the light from the spears is arranged around his head looks like a halo. he's also smiling, with his eyes closed. he's referred to as 'the key' as well, so it shows that desmond will likely sacrifice himself and die a martyr, and his death will be the key to the group's survival. also, the others having arrows through their backs suggest that desmond harmed them. maybe some kind of dr2 chapter 4 situation? or he's a traitor?

eloise: i honestly have no idea. it's pretty clear that she has some sort of anxiety disorder, so 'the hunt' may have something to do with what happened to her to cause that? she looks younger and is clearly afraid. or maybe she's running away from the violent side she shows in her ftes. either way this one's pretty ominous

toshiko: again, i'm not sure. the version of toshiko in the school uniform is glitchy, while kimono toshiko looks uncomfortable and slightly afraid. the blur across school uniform toshiko's mouth is really interesting as in the original photo, the girl's face is exposed, meaning that the blur was added for this image of toshiko specifically, and afaik toshiko is never shown with her mouth uncovered. also, she's placing the mask over kimono toshi's mouth. she looks gentle and protective. i'm guessing this means toshiko covers her face as a way to protect herself somehow, maybe due to something traumatic she experienced in school?

wenona: this is a really confusing one. it might show that she's hiding parts of herself? the yellow eyes with slit pupils are definitely the eyes of a predator, but beyond that i'm not certain. the water's murky.

ulysses: ok. this is obviously related to his talent as the ultimate historian. the way i interpreted it is that the fungus and roots pushing through the classical statue represent how studying history tends to give you a negative view of humanity. the statue seems beautiful, but there's decay growing through it, and its eyes are blank and dead, its head broken and lying at its feet (i don't really know how to phrase this, so i might talk about this if i make a post about my ulysses theory). the floor is covered in water, which obviously is reflective, which might be showing how rotten parts of history reflect back onto modern people's actions? it's also worth noting that ulysses has his back turned to this, and isn't wearing his glasses. it could also represent his deteriorating state of mind? i can't see what the notebook says unfortunately

mark: the guy in the hospital bed looks a lot like mark, so it could be a family member he's lost or will lose soon. if he's from a country without free healthcare, he might have started producing music to pay for their treatment? 'the choice' might be suggesting that he made the choice to abandon this person in order to attend eden's garden academy. or, and i think this is equally plausible, it's mark himself in the bed. he's pale, skinny, and extremely underweight, which suggests he isn't in good health. also, his eyes are fixed forwards instead if at the man in the bed and he looks afraid, suggesting he's looking at the future. i'm not sure what 'the choice' would mean in the context of this, though. or a past suicide attenpt, maybe? the guy in the bed looks older than mark, though.

diana: i can't really find anything that interesting. i know there's another, much more interesting official art of her so i'll probably talk about that one at some point. she is manually drawing the heart, though, and it'll fade away once she stops.

wolfgang: like everything else, this shows wolfgang as having two parts. his good side -the sheep- is kneeling on the ground praying, while the wolf is bringing a knife down onto his head. the crown he's wearing is crooked, and his expression is desperate. two hands are holding onto him, which probably represent his parents forcing him to be crueler than he really is. the sheep is smiling, suggesting that wolfgang is happy to lose his good side to please his parents. 'not like you' suggests that wolfgang is beginning to rebel against others', especially his father's, expectations of him.

kai: butterflies represent change, and the pair of legs shown in the mirror are kai's. this shows kai looking at his old self. the change represented by the butterflies is probably (and hopefully) that he's trans. his position might also suggest drug abuse or an eating disorder?

jett: this one is interesting. i like the theory that the jett in the killing game isn't the real one and was actually responsible for jett's death, which is why he hasn't removed his suit. you can also see 'confess' engraved on the base of the trophy, and 'here l'' on its main body-presumably the full is 'here lies'. there are also a pair of vengeful-looking eyes on the trophy. it might be the real jett though, and referring to the death of his career after the accident? or he caused the accident and someone else died. the face on the trophy might show what's left of his own?

ingrid: people look to ingrid for help. she's usually the person providing comfort, and is one of the most common speakers in trials. the hands might represent people grabbing onto her for comfort and help. her facial expression and tilted head, as well as the way the light shines directly on her, frames her in an angelic way. however, her eyes are blank, suggesting that she views helping and comforting others as simply 'an obligation'. her talent too, probably, if it's a family business.

grace: the original photo is atarashii gakkou :D (obviously this is completely irrelevant, i just love atarashii gakkou.) the group of friends is just four different versions of grace. there are rabbit ears drawn above the central grace's head. rabbits are often associated with being gentle and passive, which contrasts with the baseball bat grace is holding. edit: the other girls are eva, wenona, and diana. i guess that means grace is driving her friends away again? back to history repeating itself. huh.

jean: he's the man holding the gun, with only his shadow shown in the image. this means that he may have used to be a pirate, which is why he reacts so strongly to being called one, and that his past still casts a shadow over him.

cassidy: i don't have much for this one either, but i think her lack of a mouth represents that she is afraid to say the wrong thing around her fans, and repressing parts of her personality to fit their expectations of her. the version of her in the back is the real cassidy, as opposed to streamer cassidy.

cara: yeah there's a lot here. i kinda want to make another post about my theory about the game as a whole, but here's the rundown: cara's death is the 'reason' the killing game is taking place. she's represented by a faceless mannequin because the participants don't know who she is, and the crown placed on her head signifies her importance to the game. she's stitched to the ground with thread which resembles blood and ringed by blood. her head and dress are similar colours to the wall, making the blood the centre of attention. the participants don't care who she was, only that she was murdered.

this doesn't make much sense as i am very dehydrated and sleep deprived and also coming up with all of this on the spot but oh well, if you have better theories or anything to add or something please please give me them/gen

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ateez Seonghwa X Hongjoong X Reader

Genre: vampire Matz, human reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, mature language, mild smut, angst

Words: 2.2k

It's Hongjoong's turn to pay you a visit.

"Be careful, you almost blinded me with that thing!"

You swatted at Yeosang, chuckling.

"Ha ha, very funny."

Yeosang was back in your shop, making himself comfortable on one of the sofas. You haven't seen him for a couple of days, not wanting to separate him from his boyfriend. However, he was adamant that he can't be away from you for too long because you don't have any other friends.

A bit rude, but he was right.

"No, seriously. It amazes me how you managed to woo that guy. You haven't even been on a date and he's giving you expensive jewellery."

"Sang, we will never go on a date. Did you forget he was married? We met his husband. Hard to forget that one." You grabbed your cup from the counter and went over to your little tea spot.

"You give yourself very little credit. They obviously liked you, they wouldn't try to come back otherwise."

He was feeding into your delusion, but he kind of had a point. Not that you believed him, but it was nice to know you could have such an impact on somebody.

"And you give me too much credit because you are biased. Honestly, they probably already moved on. This bracelet was a way to settle the deal with the rings."

You sat on the arm of the sofa, leaning onto Yeosang and watching as he took your hand and put it on his head. You giggled, starting to play with his hair.

"Yeah, that was so weird. Like, I get they are sentimental about them, but that creeped me out." Yeosang was right, it was weird. They reacted as if their life depended on them.

"I agree. And I didn't get them for cheap you know? Bummer." You sighed, letting silence envelope the two of you. It was almost closing time, and you honestly couldn't wait to get home.

"Hey Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to meet Wooyoung this weekend?"

You looked at Yeosang, eyes softening. He didn't have much luck in previous relationships, so this was a bit surprising. You've probably met only two of his boyfriends before, but they didn't last.

"You really like him, don't you?"

His cheeks got red, and his smile almost made you melt.

"I really do Y/N."

You hugged him this time, squeezing his cheeks between your palms.

"Then I would love to meet him."

"Well this is a bit awkward."

Your heads whipped towards the door. You were too immersed into your conversation, you didn't hear the bell going off. Your eyes widened.

"I've got to get a louder bell."

Hongjoong chuckled, but his gaze was off. He didn't seem happy to see you. Or maybe it was the fact how close to Yeosang you sat. But that wasn't possible, was it?

You quickly stood up, going over to him. He had a big box in his hands, and you could only guess these were the antiques Seonghwa was talking about the other day.

"Sorry about that. What brings you here Hongjoong?"

His expression brightened when you said his name, and he straightened his back.

"Well, I take it Seonghwa told you about our donation. I'm here to deliver."

"Oh yes. He mentioned you had some things lying around. You can put them on the counter."

He nodded, glancing at Yeosang before making his way to the counter.

"Hey love, I gotta go now. Woo's waiting for me at home. You'll be okay by yourself?"

You could feel the apprehension in his voice, and you loved how he worried about you. Hongjoong kind of stiffened behind you, but you didn't pay much attention to him.

"You go on, I'll be fine. I'm closing soon anyways."

He nodded, collecting his things before going over to you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Take care. If you need me don't be afraid to call."

"Okay, mom. See you soon." He smiled, glancing at Hongjoong, giving him a little wave. Yeosang couldn't hurt a fly, but it was cute to see him try to be intimidating.

Hongjoong was silent, barely acknowledging the young man as he exited your shop. He didn't like how close you were, but he had no right to comment on it. Yet, that is.

You turned around, clearing your throat.

"So, what have you got for me?"

He smiled, reaching for the lid.

"Come take a look."

As he lifted it, you let out a gasp.

"Oh my God. Where did you get all of this?"

"My husband and I like to collect things. We've managed to overdo it, but that happens when you're as old as we are."

"Old? You're barely older than me. This is insane."

Hongjoong loved the excitement on your face, urging you to step closer. You picked up the first item that was on top of the pile. A beautiful sapphire broche, looking as good as new. It was heavy, and you knew it must have cost a fortune. Everything inside the box cost more than you can imagine.

"You and Seonghwa love going overboard? How can I accept this?"

"You worry too much. This is something we want to do, so it would be easier to just let us."

He stepped closer to you, looking over your shoulder as you put all of the pieces in your counter.

It made you nervous, but you were so distracted by the lovely golden bookmark that you hardly had the time to think about it.

"Do you like it? You don't have to sell anything, you can just take the box home with you."

Your head whipped around so fast you could feel a crack in your neck.

"What? No, no! I already accepted this bracelet, which is beautiful by the way. This would be too much."

"On the contrary. I think it's too little. You deserve much more."

He looked into your eyes, his expression softening. You gulped and quickly looked away.

"I don't know what to say... I think everything you brought is amazing. I will make sure I find them another home."

You picked up the bookmark again, caressing the engraved flowers on it with your fingertips.

"But I might be selfish about this one. I have to take it home with me."

"Seonghwa guessed this would capture your attention."

"He's perceptive. I bet he noticed the collection of books on my table over there."

He chuckled. "Your bet would be right."

You turned around, cradling the little trinket to your chest. Jitters went through your body, and you hoped he couldn't notice it. His expression told you otherwise.

"Thank you, Hongjoong. Nobody's done something like this for me before, and you are a complete stranger."

"If you agree, we'd like to change that."

Now you were confused.

"What do you mean?"

He took another step towards you, almost closer than Seonghwa did, and slowly pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Seonghwa and I would like us to be... Friends."

Friends?

"We know we kind of started off rocky, but you're a lovely person. You intrigue us."

"Me? But I'm boring."

The laugh he let out sounded sincere, like you amused him with your statement.

"Boring is far from what you are Y/N. So what do you say? Want to hang out with us sometime?"

You had to think about it. Two handsome men wanting your attention? How could you say no? But then again, nothing like this ever happened to you.

"Well... I don't see why not."

He smiled, but you could tell something else was hiding behind his expression.

"That sounds lovely. We'll arrange something this weekend, how about that?"

You nodded before catching yourself, starting to flail your hands in the air.

"No, no. I can't this weekend. Yeosang wants me to meet his boyfriend. He can be a sour puss when I cancel on him, so I can't do that. It's not like I don't want to, I already said I would... Sorry, I'll stop rambling."

A weight has been lifted from Hongjoong's chest. So the boy had a boyfriend.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?"

You blushed, shaking your head. "No, I don't."

Seonghwa will love to hear this. Not only was the boy you spent time with in a relationship, you were single. This made everything so much easier.

"Glad to hear."

Your confused expression made him smile. You were so clueless, it was adorable.

"By the way, do you need a ride home? It's getting a bit late."

You glanced at the clock, and he was right. It was ten minutes till closing, and you were honestly exhausted.

"Oh... I have to close up soon. But don't worry, it's a short bus ride home, I'll manage."

Hongjoong scoffed, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Absolutely not. Who knows what could happen. I'm taking you home tonight."

"Hongjoong, I'll be fine. I've made it this far alone, haven't I?"

"You didn't have us until now. So, do what you've got to do, I'll wait outside."

Before you could continue arguing, he turned around and exited. You sighed, feeling defeated.

In all honesty, you liked his persistence. Him and Seonghwa were two opposites, but you could see how it worked out for them.

Not wanting to leave him waiting too long, you paced around the place, turning off the light before locking the door.

As you spun around, you saw him leaning on the driver's side of his car. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head. That had to be the most expensive car you'd ever seen in your life. What the hell did they do for a living?

Slowly, you approached him, his eyes already fixated on you.

"Ready to go princess?"

You blushed. "Ready."

Like a true gentleman, he went around and opened the door for you. What surprised you even more was when he reached over and fastened your seatbelt.

Your heart beat sped up with how close he was to you, and you hoped he couldn't hear it.

His smirk told you otherwise.

"There. All buckled up."

"I could have done it myself, you know?"

"I already told you, you don't have to do anything anymore."

You wanted to say something in return, but he closed the door and jogged onto the driver's side. You told him your address as he settled in, and he punched it into the GPS. He frowned.

"This is more than a short bus ride away."

"Yeah, well... Yeah."

He glanced at you.

"Nevermind. You don't have to worry about that, either."

This conversation was getting more confusing by the minute, but you were too tired to question him. You enjoyed the silence that followed, and it wasn't awkward at all. It was surprisingly peaceful.

"So, what do you do? I mean, the suits, the car... I just can't wrap my head around it."

Hongjoong glances at you before smiling.

"Seonghwa and I run a few businesses in town, and overseas. Our friends help us with our international locations. We've been saving up for years now, and we enjoy collecting and reselling antiques."

You nodded, looking out the window.

"Makes sense. You do look like those billionaires from TV shows. You know, the ones that go around auctions."

This time he genuinely laughed. It was nice to hear.

"I guess we do. We're into fashion, and we love watching those shows as well."

The GPS beeped too soon for your liking, and he made a stop in front of your apartment building.

"Oh, I guess we're here."

"I guess so. Too soon for my liking, but we still have a date planned."

"Date?"

Your eyes met again, and he smirked.

"Did I not make myself clear? We want to spend time with you."

"But, I thought..."

"Don't get into your pretty head about it, princess. It's simple really. I should wait for Hwa to be with me, he'll explain it better."

The only thing you could do was nodd, absolutely not getting his point. You were about to reach for the buckle, but he beat you to it.

"Please don't get out to open my door, you'll spoil me too much." You tried making a joke, but he looked completely serious.

"That's precisely what I want to do, but I'll respect your wish this time. Don't want to overwhelm you too soon."

He glanced at your wrist, admiring how well his hard crafted bracelet looked wrapped around it. Without much of a thought, he lightly grasped your hand, placing his lips on your pulse point, the same way Seonghwa did.

His eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply. You didn't know whether to feel scared or bashful.

"Hwa will be happy to hear about our date. Go now, princess, it's getting really late." Almost reluctantly, he let go of your hand. You cleared your throat, opening the door and stumbling out like an idiot.

"Thank you Hongjoong. Tell Seonghwa I said hi!"

With that, you closed the door and jogged towards your building. His car was still running, and you heard it rush off when you safely made it inside.

Your mind was in shambles, going through the events of the last hour as you went inside your apartment.

With a sigh, you leaned against the door and put your hand on your chest to calm your racing heart.

What the hell did you get yourself into?

.

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[burningcheese-merchant]

It's so cool to see CRK getting popular again, it feels so refreshing like so much new quality fan content dropping that we couldn't even DREAM about a couple of months ago, but it hurts my very soul seeing new players being interested in beast x ancient ships, in their dynamics, asking is it okay to ship it and getting slapped in the face with another "IT'S ABUSER X VICTIM IT'S A PROSHIP IT'S A DARKSHIP" (which is just not true) killing off all the fun, bc apparently enemies to lovers, AUs and what-ifs doesn't exist anymore and everything that isn't pure fluff is illegal now. "IT'S NOT ENEMIES TO LOVERS, BEASTS ABUSED AND TORTURED THEM" yeah THAT'S WHAT ENEMIES DO??? What else do you expect from a villain honestly??? Like in ANY media??? Beasts still got their ass beat in the end as they totally deserve BECAUSE ANCIENTS ARE NOT SOFT INNOCENT SMALL BABIES THAT NEED TO BE PROTECTED, they're grown ass IMMORTAL ADULTS with huge responsibilities, they rule kingdoms, they hold a huge power in their hands, they're imperfect and not innocent. They can stand for themselves, they can fight, they can destroy, they can lie and they WILL if they need to.

I can SMELL that a shit tonne of people in this fandom secretly enjoys beast x ancient as a guilty pleasure, a forbidden fruit, but they will never admit it just because they're afraid of being harassed and bullied and it's just sad how normalized it is to hurt actual people over shipping some mobile game characters, who are adults, doesn't have power imbalance between them and aren't related.

And allat coming from ME, who doesn't ship a single beast x ancient ship

It's sad lol. Sad for the Beast x Ancient community and honestly kind of pathetic for ardent detractors at this point. I've seen sooooo many Beast x Ancient fans get harassed and even sent death threats, it's not even funny (not that it ever was in the first place). Don't you have better things to do than get this mad about video games lol. Like a job or school or a hobby or something

You're right, the Ancients are not helpless widdle babies and I'm kind of sick of how often they're infantilized, in general and just for the sake of tearing down BxA. They're grown adults who are thousands of years old. Two of them are parents, whose children are grown adults themselves. 4 of 5 founded entire nations. 1 is an active ruler still (Cacao), one seeks to rule again (Golden). Let's not kid ourselves, they've probably all got blood on their hands (not to the degree the Beasts do, but still. You don't live that life without having to make tough choices). Stop treating them like porcelain dolls lol. Yes, the Beasts attacked them, but they're villains. That's what villains do. Go play Animal Crossing if you can't handle heroes and villains fighting each other lol

And then I get a laugh whenever those same people who screech about toxicity and abuse and yadda yadda turn around and ship H*llyt*ya or Sh*dowSp*ce. The former is BxA in a different costume. The latter... Man. You know. Because TWO deranged maniacs, who are fundamentally incompatible in every way and do not make sense at all and absolutely would hurt each other and bring each other down I hate that ship so damn much. Do not ask me abt it I WILL ramble and nobody needs that. Zero beef with fans though, we're coolio! Just a difference of opinion!, is such a better option, isn't it lol. Hypocrisy.

I'm sure you noticed that ep 7 + 8 brought out a whole lot of new ShadowVanilla fans. I agree w/ you, I can feel that there are a fuckton of BxA fans lurking in the darkness, waiting for an excuse to poke their heads out (like 7 + 8 lol), only hiding because they don't want to attract lunatics. Even YOU sent this ask anonymously. Most of my inbox is stuff from anons, and I look at them all and wonder, "how many of you are just afraid of backlash for expressing any joy in BurningCheese or any of the other BxA pairs?" It's ok, guys. Don't listen to them. Be you. I'm being me right now, as cringy as I am. I am Extremely Normal about BurningCheese and I'm not ashamed :) they're video game characters at the end of the day, just have fun. Why can't we all just be bros, man, what does any of this matter

[revelboo]

Some more Scavengers when the mood strikes you? :)

Sure!

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 20

Scavengers x Reader

• “I’m sorry. Did you say that you tricked Spinister into agreeing that Tiny is community property?” Krok growls, feeling exhausted as he frowns at Misfire. Trying to figure out how he’d convinced their very confused medic that this was for the best. And you’d just gone along with it apparently. Hadn’t bothered to contradict Misfire and he’s not sure what to make of that either. Except that maybe you’re interested. In Misfire at least. Fulcrum might be a good match, the mech always gentle with you, afraid he’s going to break you. But him? Even if he might privately entertain those thoughts, he knows the odds of you actually taking an interest in him as more than a protector are pretty slim. Not when there are more eligible mechs around.

• “Hey, I’m just facilitating everyone getting what they want,” Misfire counters, because as much as Krok huffs and pretends he doesn’t care, he watches you. Head turning and optics following your every move like he can’t help himself. Knows Krok is interested even if he denies it. They’re all adults, cooped up on a small ship together in close quarters. They have needs. So do you. You’re probably as starved for entertainment as they are. After all, you’d fragged Spin. That has to be a move made in desperation. It’s not like any of them are after a conjunx, just some fun. What’s the harm in that? “If Tiny wants to frag the whole ship, who am I to tell them no. You want to destroy their dreams?”

• “Do you even listen to yourself?” Krok growls, but there’s no real heat in the words. Peds kicked up on his console, Crankcase glances at the closed Medbay door. You’re still in there with Spinister. Can just imagine the two of you stretched out, tangled in each other. Whispering soft things. Well, it’s Spin, so any conversation is probably all you with confused monosyllabic responses from the medic unless he’s in rare form and actually coherent. What had you seen in him? Sure, he’s not perfect either, but he can hold a conversation.

• Can’t stop picturing the way you’d looked under Spinister. The sounds. Running a hand over his helm, Fulcrum vents softly. Torn between still finding organics weird, the way your soft skin gives if his grip is too tight, and liking you, the way you smile up at him, your laughter. And they’re talking about sharing you. Like it’s a forgone conclusion that they would. That you’d belong to all of them. It’s weird, but this isn’t a normal Decepticon unit, something he’s been very aware of from the get go. They’re close, like brothers. They squabble and fight, but have each other’s backs in a way he’s still not used to.

• Watching you drink your water, Spinister vents softly, sitting back and reaching to run the tip of his servo against your spine. Relaxed and calm in a way he’s not been in a long time. Focused. Those eyes turn his way, and warmth spills through him. “Okay, Tiny?” He asks and you smile up at him, that longing in his spark to be understood spreading. Those moment of lucidity, of focus usually tied to things he knows as well as the back of his own hand and sometimes even that isn’t a certainty. Science and medicine. Those he knows. Understands. Everything else is just confusing. Overwhelming. But he also knows he wasn’t always like this and he wants to remember.

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[sayitaliano]

Ciao! I've been loosely following Sanremo and I'm curious about the Topo Gigio performance. Why was it so impactful? I've seen many people reacting from nostalgia, but also someone mentioned it being very politically significant. Could you explain how it is?

Ciao!

I can only talk from my pov, and it brought me a lot of nostalgia tbh.

Topo Gigio is a famous tv personage and singer: he's been on tv since 1959, hosting and being a co-host in many famous tv shows, especially those who made Italian TV history like Canzonissima and Lo Zecchino d'Oro (both music-based), where he used to sing and duet with many guests and hosts like Raffaella Carrà and Mago Zurlì (Cino Tortorella). His most famous song is "Strapazzami di coccole" (=scramble me with cuddles). His creators indeed made him a very romantic, sweet character, always willing to cuddle and eat some groviera cheese but also very afraid of cats (and of songs about cats). His most famous quote, he mentioned during Sanremo's performance too, is "Ma cosa mi dici mai" (=what are you saying/no way... -in a very cute way-). He got to take part in a few movies, a bunch of animated series (made in Japan too), books and comics; he even got to be on US TV.

Few days ago Topo Gigio turned 66 years old. In this Sanremo he's been the first non-human joining the competition. But he's such a dear character to all, and I guess many loved Lucio's great idea of bringing him to sing on Italian tv main channel in prime time after long. Not to mention they sang "Nel blu dipinto di blu (Volare)" by Domenico Modugno who won Sanremo in 1958 with this song (sang by Bowie too, whom many got reminded by seeing Lucio Corsi) and who had been the first one to voice Topo Gigio in 1959. Lucio mentioned how he learned not to be a slave of circumstances and of others thanks to Topo Gigio (a pretty nonconformist puppet) and that the song, based on the element of air and flying, could have made the hearts of many fly as well.

In December 2024, Gigio hosted Lo Zecchino D'Oro (some kind of Sanremo for kids, let's say) with Carlo Conti and asked him to take him as a contestant in Sanremo which he couldn't do. That's why after the performance with Lucio Corsi he reminded Carlo of the fact he didn't want to bring him to Sanremo but he made it anyway thanks to Lucio.

I honestly am not sure about the politic meaning of this performance (could be that Gigio is a symbol of freedom and diversity though). I respect everyone, but I personally don't wanna be one of those people trying to see politics everywhere and being so serious all the times, looking at any possible hidden reason behind everything, even behind a puppet (especially loved by kids, and reminding me of my childhood) singing on TV. I'm already stressed enough, yk. I may be naive, but I'm okay with that. And this blog, being my blog, is not going to talk politics or at least not very much also for this reason. So, for this part, I hope someone else can help you better!

Buona giornata/serata!

[luvs4haechan]

sudden confessions

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: fluff, angst??

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: bff!haechan x bff!reader

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵/𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: college au, fear of unrequited love, they're oblivious it's disgusting

𝘸𝘤: 2300

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the soft buzz of students speaking could be heard as you took your seat in the lecture hall. you were determined to attend all your maths lectures this semester - even the 9am ones. looking around you spotted a few of your friends, some still asleep, some on their phone but one person you couldn't see. donghyuck, your best friend, was nowhere to be seen. it wasn’t unusual for him to skip a lecture, especially maths, nevertheless you still expected to find him when you scanned the auditorium. disappointed, you sighed as you took out your notebook and made a mental note to text him later.

the rest of the day went by quickly, going from lecture to lecture, finding some of your other friends later on. it was now nearing 5pm and still no word from donghyuck, which was very unlike him. you were currently in the library with mark, yeri and jaemin, studying (or pretending to) for your upcoming exams.

"hey, have any of you guys heard from hyuck today?" you asked, looking up from your notes. jaemin shook his head.

"yeah, he said he couldn't be bothered for todays lectures." mark replied to your question.

"oh..." you said, confused. you shared a look with yeri that spoke more than words. you weren't even upset, just disappointed and confused. shrugging you went back to your notes, trying to remove a certain brunette from your mind.

you finally got home later in the evening after a (un)successful study session. having had enough university for one day, you decided to make a quick dinner and relax when your phone sounded with a notification.

"movie night?" read a text from donghyuck. you raised your eyebrows, debating your answer. with a sigh you typed back, "be over in 20". knowing that donghyuck was coming over, you included him in your dinner and brought out a few snacks. despite the excitement building inside you, you still couldn't help but feel nervous and unprepared. he makes you feel nervous, yet you couldn't exactly figure out why...

25 minutes later there was a knock on your door.

"puncual," you said opening it. outside your apartment stood a smiling donghyuck with his hands in his pockets.

"happy to see you too, y/n", he said sarcastically. you rolled your eyes and opened the door further to allow him to come in. you walked back to the kitchen, donghyuck following close behind. he leaned forward on the counter, looking at you as you prepared a meal for the two of you.

"so," you started, "what's with the disappearing act?" you said, not turning around.

donghyuck looked around your apartment, clearly avoiding the question, "i don't know what you mean". now you turned around and raised an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously. a small part of you couldn't help but wonder if he didn't show up today to avoid you.

"okay, i just didn't want to go today. we had shitty classes." he rolled his eyes, not meeting yours. donghyuck normally showed up to most of your lectures - more often than you did - he took his studies surprisingly seriously.

"i don't buy it," you replied, turning back to the pots on the stove. donghyuck sighed and burried his face in his hands.

"i just..." he took a deep breath "i don't know, i've been feeling weird." he finally said.

you furrowed your eyebrows, "how do you mean?" you said as you moved to the counter, standing opposite him. he couldn’t hold eye contact with you, knowing you were the cause of his misunderstood feelings. meanwhile you were wondering whether you did something to cause him feeling this way.

"just like...things are changing, and i can't do anything about it. even though, i so badly want to avoid this i just feel like i can't anymore." he speaks quietly, like he's afraid of saying these things.

"you're not making any sense..." you said with a confused expression. trying your hardest not to show it, you started to piece together his words and your heart did a few flips. donghyuck waved his hand, dismissing his words.

"nevermind, i'll get over it." he said, moving over to sit on your couch. you looked at him for a bit longer as he picked out a movie on your tv, before moving to sit next to him with two plates in your hands.

the both of you ate the dinner you made, and managed to finish three bags of sweets. now the two of you were laying legs up on the couch in your apartment.

"i'm going to die," you said dramatically, hands on your stomach "why did you let me eat so much?"

donghyuck widened his eyes, "don't put this on me!". you turned your head to look at him, and he did the same. after a short while the both of you burst out laughing.

"come on. i'll carry you, since it's all my fault," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and standing from the couch. you smiled at him and outstreched your arms. he carefully picked you up, carrying you bridal style to your bedroom. you suddenly became aware of his hold on you, and how it was making you feel. you felt safe. before your mind could spiral further, donghyuck placed you in your bed. he sat down by your side, tucking you in. the both of you looked at each other for a while, not saying anything. donghyuck raised his hand and moved some hair from your face, causing your breath to hitch. you'd never seen that look on his face. he was looking at you like you'd pieced together the universe and created everything good to ever exist.

"do you want to stay the night?" you whispered. it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to have sleepovers.

he smiled slightly, "no, i don't think i should." donghyuck replied, removing his hand from your face. he knew that if he were to sleep in the same bed as you tonight - after slowly coming to terms with his feelings - he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"goodnight, y/n. i'll see you tomorrow, " he said, standing from your bed and making his way towards your door. you laid in bed for a while, thinking back on the strange interaction.

you did not see him tomorrow. you actually didn’t see him for the rest of the week, and you couldn't help but think he was avoiding you. every text you sent him was answered bluntly and without any emotions. inbetween classes, you were eating lunch with all your friends.

"hey what's up with, hyuck? have you guys spoken to him?" you said, looking around the table. some shook their heads, while mark simply said "no, have you?"

you also shook your head, and at that your friends shared knowing looks. you furrowed your brows. "okay, what's with the weird looks?" you asked, confused.

"y/n, you're just slightly oblivious." yeri said with a sigh.

"what's that supposed to mean?" you asked defensively.

"what she means," jaemin said, giving yeri a pointed look "is that you should talk to hyuck. i think you would both benefit from an honest conversation." he finished.

you furrowed your brows further, "can you stop with these criptic messages, and just say what you want to say?" you sighed.

mark shook his head, "not our place to say." you looked at all of them confused, feeling like they know something you dont. "okay..." you trailed off, "i guess i'll go over to his place later on." you went back to your food. a feeling of dread and excitement started brewing within you. could this finally be the time donghyuck returned your feelings? or could it be something totally the opposite?

after classes finished you stopped by your place to pick up all the notes from this week, then made your way to donghyuck's apartment. you heaved a sigh before bringing your hand up, and knocking a few times. footsteps could be heard from the other side, then the door opened revealing donghyuck looking slightly disheveled. there were bags under his eyes, he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. his eyes widened slightly when he saw you on his doorstep.

"y/n, hi." he said, in disbelief.

"hey? you okay? i came to bring you the notes from this week, and apparently to check on you..." you trailed off, taking in his appearance.

donghyuck shook his head, "you didn't have to, i'm fine." he insisted, forcing a small smile. you nodded softly, looking at him. the two of you stood there, looking at each other.

"can i come in?" you asked finally. the boy before you looked like he was contemplating your question, before he opened the door wider motioning for you to come inside. you walked into his apartment to see his bedding on the couch and the tv paused, it was quite messy which was unlike him.

"i'm really fine, you didn't have to come all this way y/n." he said, walking after you and picking stuff up off the floor.

"yeah, looks like it." you said, placing the notes on the table in his kitchen. you turned to look at him, as he stood behind you with his hands in his pockets. narrowing your eyes you looked at him.

"hyuck," you tilted your head, a ghost of a smile on your face. he looked you in the eyes for a moment, before he resorted to looking around his suddenly very interesting apartment. "what is going on?" you asked softly, not wanting to pressure him.

"nothing's going on," he shrugged, still not looking at you. the brunette was hoping he could avoid having this conversation with you. he hoped that if he didn't show up to any classes this week, he'd get over his feelings and everything would go back to normal.

"something is definitely going on. mark won't tell me, he said it's not his place. you're not looking well-" you said, pleading with your eyes.

"thanks," he deadpaned.

"you know what i mean, you look like you haven't slept in days. you haven't been showing up to classes, even renjun is worried." you sighed, exasperated. "please, just talk to me. you know i'm always here for you. we're best friends, hyuck, and it feels like you've been avoiding me and i can't figure out why." you looked at him, hoping for an answer that will clear up your running thoughts. "is it... is it because of the other night?"

donghyuck suddenly looked up at you. "no! i mean yes," he shook his head. "kind of?"

as he looked at you, he realised that his detachement, that was supposed to help him get over his sudden feelings for you, hurt you more than he imagined. he sighed heavily, knowing he's going to have to tell you the truth.

"look, i just want to say i'm sorry. and i was actually hoping we could avoid this conversation, and that this wouldn't take this long and that everything would just go back to normal." he rambled, without getting to the point.

"what are you talking about? what wouldn't take this long?" you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"me getting over you." donghyuck said quietly, avoiding eye contact. your eyes widened - this was the last thing you expected him to say.

"what?" you breathed out. he finally looked you in the eyes, and you could see all the emotions he had been holding in.

"i really didn't want this to ruin our friendship, you're my best friend and i don't what i would do if i lost you. that's why i've been trying to get over this, but y/n" he chuckled "you're extremely hard to get over." he smiled softly, looking at you.

unconsciously, you had moved closer to him, now standing only a foot away. "how long have you felt like this?" you asked.

donghyuck shrugged in response, "a few weeks, maybe months," he looked at you, ashamed and awaiting your rejection.

"hyuck," your eyes softened, and you took a step closer placing your hand on his cheek.

donghyuck looked down, "i don't want your pity y/n, please," he pleaded, shaking his head slightly.

"i don't pity you, hyuck. i um," you paused, searching for his eyes, "i actually feel the same way." you almost whispered. he immediately looked you in the eyes, searching for any signs of lies or deception.

"are you serious?" donghyuck asked quietly, his eyes showing raw emotion. it wasn’t often that donghyuck was vulnerable with you, usually fighting his own battles.

"one hundred percent," you nodded, a smile spreading on your face. a smile made its way to his own face, mirroring your expression.

"really? are you sure about this?" he asked again, incredulous.

you laughed softly, "i'm so serious, hyuck. i've been wanting this for a while actually." he looked at you fondly, holding that same look from a few nights ago. your own eyes moved down to his lips and lingered for a few moments. donghyuck took a deep breath before moving closer to you and finally placing his own lips on yours. the kiss shared all the feelings the both of you had been holding in for too long.

"is this okay?" he whispered inbetween kisses. your nod was a good enough response to keep kissing you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer while yours stayed around his neck. the both of you pulled away after a while, big smiles spreading on your face and his too.

"you really came here to bring me notes?" donghyuck laughed. you leaned your head back laughing with him.

"shut up," you said, leaning back in, feeling his lips on yours once again.

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘴!

first post!! kinda very nervous but excited. i haven't written in actual YEARS so this might not be that good 😅 let me know and i hope you enjoy! my asks are always open PLS SEND SMTH I NEED IDEAS 🙏🏻