#and that he wanted to be the one to tell him so hopefully this will get touched on in the next episode

[skyrigel]

Fuckboy! Simon loves getting a reaction out of his shy, nerdy roommate.

He likes the way your eyes go molten whenever he invites over birds who won't stop groping at him, going crazy with their seductive Simon, Simon, Simon, who are easy and free to open up his shirt and flirt shamelessly — loves how you excuse jealousy as nerdy talks of not being able to study with his whole loud crowd.

Simon goes crazy when his eyes meet yours over the head of some--nameless--only--for--the--night hot chick he's making out with. Oh, he can cum alone at your warm face, so bothered, playing with the hem of your cardigan, licking your lips and blinking away.

He loves, loves, loves seeing you giveaway even the slightest of tremor, smallest of signs that you care, that when altogether his restraint would break down, and there would be no other way except pinning you under him all the while kissing you senseless, so he knows it's not a one way dance.

Which is exactly why he tugs his smirk back before asking in a voice he has mindlessly reserved for you, low in his throat, coated with sugar.

“Ya’ reckon you can get out da’ flat today, huh ?”

You look up at him; eyes glazed with a natural softness, one fingertip aligned to where you stopped reading.

How much he wants to kiss your eyelid—

“Why ?”

“Got a date.” Simon grins, “Big tits Jessica.”

“Jessica from chemistry ?” you hum softly.

His gaze slides along your exposed neck to shoulders, from where your sweater had dragged down. Simon has to take a moment to recover from the cadence his heart just experienced all at once.

“Wha— dunno. Bigs tits…blon.. brunette.”

Maybe blonde.

He can only see your tinted face, and the way you sit with your knees up, your sweater sleeves going down knuckles.

Simon doesn't know why he gets so anxious when you stop looking at him, and continue reading the black thursday of October, 1929. He starts to recognise that the way his heart tugs might be incoming heart stroke because you won't see him.

Until you break the silent torture. “Okay.”

He almost doesn't hear you from the storming inside him — to somehow shovel this topic forever, and to keep you accompany in any other way, to make you laugh with that amoeba joke you always chuckled despite saying it's not funny.

To kiss this small sad smile away from your lips.

“Wot ?” he shudders.

“Alright, I actually had a library date so—”

“Date ?!” Simon jerks up so fast, with his palm planted flat on the small dining table.

You flutter your lashes, barely concealed smirk at the way your empty tea cup rattles on the table.

Good.

“Yeah. Isn't he your mate—” you scan his waning face, he thinks only he can do this but two can play a game, “Johnny.”

“Mactavish ?!” he blurts urgently, the nerve on his neck feels like it would explode. Honestly, he'd explode whole before he sends you off with Johnny on what ? Library date his ass. It foul play on his innocent roommate, he ain't letting anyone take you away.

“Are you alright, Simon ?” You ask him, dripping with innocence.

Simon slowly sits back down, trying to form sentences that aren't ‘I am in love with you,’ and ‘Don't go with that dog. Stay with me forever.’

“I…I don't feel like…hey, um, reckon we should stay in and revise.” Simon quips, hopefully glancing at your open book.

“Exams are so close.” he presses on at your raised brow.

“Exams are nine weeks away.” you counter, Simon doesn't take it that way.

“See ?! There's no time.” he jumps out and snatches away your empty cup while scanning at the open page, “I really need to study bout this whole great... depression.”

You scoff under your breath, he takes that as a win with his silly-relieved smile.

“Gonna make tea for us, and tell Johnny ya’ won't be able to make it today, alright ?”

“Alright.” you whisper, grinning in the sleeve of your sweater.

Got him all riled up this time, aye.

⚝ Masterlist ⚝

[sharksbitee]

Soulmates. A concept where in a world of magic, talking direbeasts and overblots, were believable enough, with families passing down tales of romance and tragedies generation to generation. Some describe meeting their soulmate like a love-at-first-sight encounter, others say it feels like finding a missing puzzle piece, an instant click.

So… what do the Savannaclaw boys think of meeting you, their soulmate, for the first time?

Jack Howl! Had been fed all the fantastical stories of soulmates ever since he was a child - constantly begging his parents to tell him the tales over and over again, before repeating the tales as bedtime stories to his younger siblings, to the point that they had long gotten sick of it, asking him to read them something else for once, please? So, of course, Jack had expected - no, waited - for his soulmate to come, eventually. Hopefully, by the time he’d graduated Night Raven, opened up maybe a gym, with a nicely furnished apartment of his own, with a small balcony to put his cacti… but fate had other plans. You. Just another student walking the vast halls of Night Raven. And yet. Just the sight of you made his face burn hotter than the many days of running track under the sun ever could, the blood roaring louder than waterfalls in his ears, the steady thump-thump-thump of his heart beating against his chest… oh, and his tail thumping on the floor. Wait, what? Thanks to you, he simply can’t focus on any of his classes and club activities anymore… what a bad influence! >:( As his soulmate, you ought to take responsibility… By following his principles, of course! Which means he’ll have to be around you to make sure you follow them! Whatever shall you do… ;)

Ruggie Bucchi! Who never really thought much of it. Sure, sure - he’d meet his destined soulmate, and then what? Partners were costly, and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be worth it. Besides, what kind of idiot would want to date, much less marry, some poor street rat? No one, he supposed - and he really couldn’t blame this mysterious soulmate either. Sure, granny would nag him constantly for this belief, telling him to ‘Have a little whimsy!’ But he couldn’t. Because whimsy took up time, and time was something he couldn’t afford. Until he met you, that is. It was a complete accident - you were simply yet another unassuming person who had just bought a sandwich from the school’s canteen, the same sandwich that everyone wanted. Which meant Leona had to get it and sent Ruggie to steal it for him. So, Ruggie did what he always did. He sneaked up to you, snickered, and was about to use his unique magic when - oh. You heard him. Well, that didn’t happen often. Your eyes locked into his, and he felt his knees weaken, his tail twitch, and his hands tremble. “Y-You - Laugh With Me!” Who then proceeded to run away with non of the limbless agility he usually possessed, face burning pink. Ohnonononono - absolutely not. Unless? But you - agh, he forgot Leona’s stupid sandwich! Hey, soulmate - help him out here, pleaaaaaaaaase? ;)

Leona Kingscholar! Who wasn’t really fond of all that soulmate crap. After all, his parents weren’t soulmates, and the only soulmated pair in his family were Falena and his wife, and that was just a lucky fluke. Besides, even if he did meet his soulmate, if they weren’t royalty? End of that relationship. Who was he to say that he’d even meet his soulmate? Hundreds and hundreds of people lived in Sunset Savanna, much less the entire world of Twisted Wonderland, so the chances of finding them realistically were slim. The thought had never really bothered him much - after all, he couldn’t miss someone he don’t know. And then, you happened. Just another fool who’d stumbled upon him napping in the botanical gardens, with the luck of accidentally waking the prince up. He had lazily cracked his eye open, tail twitching in annoyance when - huh. His heartbeat raced, eyes boring into yours with an intensity. Great Seven. His ears twitched for any sounds from you, tail unconsciously curling around your ankle. Soulmate. He’d actually managed to meet his soulmate. What kind of cruel prank was this? (Do expect to get trailed and used as a human pillow now. Sorry not sorry. ;) )

[hellfire--cult]

thinking about fuck boy eddie

oh don't get me started, don't get me started, DON'T GET ME FUCKING STARTED--

+18 cause I have THOTS ABOUT FUCKBOY!EDDIE

.

The way his hips would roll into you over and over and over again, how he thinks he has you figured out whenever you moan his name. How he thinks he has you wrapped around his finger whenever he whispers:

"Who's making you feel good baby?"

"You feel so fucking good, so good, sweetheart..."

"No one can make you feel like I do, can they?"

And you would whisper soft yesses, thank yous, knowing that with your answer he would rub your clit and get you to climax. But how do you tell him that his lines work, but you don't believe them? Whenever he calls you up after two weeks, asking if you're available, if you want to meet up, and you would say yes so that you could feel him again.

How do you let him know that the one wrapped around a finger is him and not you? How you have figured out his dominance and his need for an ego boost so that's why you moan his name, how you cry for him, how you agree that he is the one and only who makes you feel this way.

You have talked to a hookup of his before, just by mere chance that she saw you making out with Eddie at the hideout. She came to warn you that he didn't do oral.

But Eddie does it for you.

And you never asked for it. You never had to. He delighted himself in doing so even, moaning into your cunt as he rubs his tongue through your folds, tasting you completely.

"Always delicious... I own this pussy, don't I? Tell me I do..."

And you would tell him that he does, only for him to go fuck someone else probably the next day, while you fuck someone else the next weekend.

Either way, one of you is going to end up heartbroken. Hopefully not you. Maybe you should stop hooking up with him, knowing his reputation. And he should stop hooking up with you because you're just the same.

But, shit, does Eddie Munson fuck good.

[ldydeath]

I Love It | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: You and Jiyong have a running bet on who can make who crack the first on his M.O.T.T.E tour. Who knew all it would take was a wig and some very suggestive dance moves? Word Count: 2k Warnings: 18+, MDNI. Fingering, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v., fluff at the end. Author's Note: This was requested by @nikolaikwon, hopefully I did you proud!

It had been going on all summer. Flirty jokes, longing glances, feelings you were both trying to ignore. You were Jiyong’s main dancer. You couldn’t afford to get into anything with him, fun or otherwise. He was also enlisting soon, there was no future for you, not one that ended happily at least. 

It was getting to a point where you needed to do something, though. You were getting tired of the games. Maybe just one night wouldn’t hurt anything. You just needed him to crack. And you had the perfect idea. 

You’d pulled the girls aside, explaining the outfit change for ‘I Love It’ that night, showed them the wigs too. They thought it was just a funny joke and had decided to do it. They had no idea what you were really planning. 

The lights dimmed to start the song and you took your position, laying down on the stage. You could feel Jiyong’s eyes on you, he knew something was off but in the dark he couldn’t really tell what it was. 

The music started, the lights came up and Jiyong blinked, a smirk on his lips. How could you look so fucking hot and goofy at the same time? The wigs were too much, but the outfit? Yeah, that would be his undoing. His eyes stayed on yours as you moved on the floor. He needed to look away. Otherwise he might just have you then and there on that stage. 

He turned, trying to focus on anything other than your legs in the air. The wigs were doing their part to make you look just a little less than perfect, but unfortunately for him, it wasn’t working well enough. 

He turned again, your wig flowing with your movements and he covered his face to stop from laughing. Yeah, you looked hot in that body suit, but the wig was keeping you balanced. He couldn’t take you seriously. He stood off to the side, his eyes staying on yours for longer than he liked. You noticed. You always did when he was looking at you. Your movements slow and deliberate as you slapped your hands on your thighs. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. His mouth wide, forgetting he was on stage for a second as he ran over to you. Realizing where he was, he threw himself down on the ground, a grin on his face as he sang the next lines of his song. His eyes staying on you. This might as well be a love song to you at this point, and it was in its own way. 

You were so close he could just reach out and touch you if he wanted too. You took a step back falling in line with the other dancers, a satisfied smirk on your face at Jiyong rolling around on the floor in front of you. He rolled over, crawling to you as if getting lost in the moment again. He’d take you now on this stage, fuck the consequences, if you’d have him. 

He stood up slowly reaching out for you but you moved just out of touch. He bent down, to cover for his movement and to also adjust himself so nobody got a peak at just how much he was reacting to you. You raised a brow at him and he shrugged ever so slightly. His eyes stayed on you as he continued on with the song. 

The song drew to a close and the lights went down, much to the relief of Jiyong. He grabbed you, flung you over his shoulder and ran off the stage. Your wig falling to the ground in the process as you laughed. He didn’t stop running until he was in his room. He eyed his crew and swallowed hard, forgetting they’d be in there. 

“Everyone out.” His grip tightened on you and you watched helplessly as everyone left the room. 

He locked the door as the last person ushered out quickly, before setting you down on the ground. You looked so much hotter now that the ridiculous wig was gone, it was almost too much for him to handle. 

“You think you’re funny, huh?” His eyes roamed your body before locking on your eyes. 

“Hilarious, actually.” You beamed, taking a step back from him. 

“You’re supposed to run all the changes by me.” He acted annoyed, or as annoyed as he could muster. 

“You gonna punish me?” 

His eyes bore into yours as he crossed the room. His lips crashing onto yours hungrily. God, he’d been wanting to do this for months. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you to him as his tongue darted out, begging for entrance. You parted your lips, happy to oblige, his tongue massaging yours. 

You let out a small whimper and Jiyong smirked. He may have caved first, but he’d always be able to claim that he could do that with a simple kiss. 

He lowered himself on the couch, bringing you down on top of him and your hips brushed against him. The feeling too much, and Jiyong almost let out a moan - almost, but he refused to let you be his undoing anymore than you already had. His hand gripped your hair, pulling you away from him as his lips brushed your throat. He kissed down your neck, biting along the way, leaving tiny marks he hoped wouldn’t fade anytime soon. You were his, and he wanted everyone to see it. 

His hand moved under your skirt and he sucked in a breath when he was met with your wet folds. He’d been expecting to meet the fabric of your panties. You smirked as his eyes locked on yours and his finger entered you. He pumped in and out of you hard, inserting another digit. His fingers curling inside of you as his thumb brushed your clit. 

“Ji, fuck.” You moaned, your hips rocking in his hand. 

His thumb moved faster, bringing you close to the edge, your breaths coming out in quick moans. He stopped, removing his fingers, his hand laying on your waist. Bringing you just close enough. You glared at him and he smirked. He was going to punish you alright. 

“What the fuck?” You groaned. 

“I think you owe me an apology.” He shrugged, leaning back on the couch. 

“Oh?” Your brows raised and you slid off his lap, falling to your knees in front of him. 

You unzipped his pants and pushed them down just slightly, freeing his aching cock. Your hand wrapped around his shaft and your lips hovered over him. You pumped him up and down slowly, your finger massaging over his tip before sliding back down. Jiyong sucked in a breath as your tongue darted out, licking the precum, before your mouth widened to take him in. 

You took him in as far as you could before you gagged, your eyes filling with tears. Jiyong’s hand moved to the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair, hard. His hips bucked, and he began thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly. Your moans vibrating off his cock. His head leaned back against the couch as he took a second to collect himself. 

As good as this was, and trust him, it was the best he’d ever had, he didn’t want to come this way. He pulled your head back, your lips popping as you released yourself from his cock. 

You moved to straddle his lap and lowered yourself on him slowly, taking him inch by inch until he had fully entered you. You let out a moan, that Jiyong quickly hushed by kissing you. Nobody needed to know what was happening in this room, not yet. 

Your hands slid under his jacket, sliding it off of him, thankful that he didn’t have another shirt on underneath, your nails digging into his chest as your hips rocked against him in slow circles. Jiyong hissed as your nails tore this his flesh, maybe he could pass it off as a cat scratch later, and if not he didn’t care. 

His hand moved to your thighs, lifting up gently before letting you slam back down, his hips thrusting into yours as yours moved against him. His hands moved up, tearing at your shirt until it ripped off you. He’d just make you another one, or you could switch to another outfit all together. Whatever. He lowered his head to your breast, his hand moving to your other one. His tongue swirled your nipple as his fingers gently pinched your other one. 

“Ji, fuck.” You moaned. 

He took that as his encouragement to continue and he kissed his way over to your other breast, making sure to give each one the same amount of attention. 

“Gonna need you to come for me Aein, I can’t hold on for much longer.” Jiyong whispered against your skin. 

You shuddered, your hips moving faster and Jiyong matched your movements, thrusting into you hard. His hands moving back to your thighs, gripping you so tight you were sure he would leave bruises. 

You came loudly around him, your head falling back. His hand gripped your hair again, pulling you to him and he kissed you hard, biting down on your lip gently. His hips bucked into yours as he came inside you. You went to move off him but he held you in place, not ready for you to go yet. His dick twitching inside of you as he finished his orgasm. His lips stayed locked on yours, the kissing calming from a desperate to soft. 

“That was” You trailed off, a small smile on your face.

“Yeah.” He breathed as you climbed off him. Smoothing out your skirt. 

“Gonna need to borrow some clothes to get out of here.” Your hands moved to cover your bare chest.

Jiyong smirked as he zipped his pants back up. He stood up, sliding his jacket back on before walking over to you. He planted a soft kiss on your lips and moved your arms. 

“Don’t hide from me.” You blushed at his words, but kept your arms down at your side. 

Jiyong nodded, moving to his clothes rack, emerging a few seconds later with a simple t-shirt. It was one of his favorites, you’d recognized it right away. Jiyong and his Disney tees. 

“You sure?” He nodded and you slipped the shirt over your head. “Feel like I should ask what we are.” You joked. 

Jiyong snorted, his arms wrapping around you as his lips brushed yours softly. This was why he’d been avoiding his feelings for you. He knew he’d never get enough of you now. 

“We’re whatever you want us to be.” He shrugged. 

“Be still my heart.” You teased, your hand moving to rest on your chest. 

“You know what I mean. I think it's obvious how we feel about each other. But it’s up to you. Do you want to be with me? Because I understand if you don’t. I’m kind of broken goods these days. And I’m enlisting soon. Not a huge selling point.” He shrugged. 

“Hey, don’t do that.” Your hand moved to his cheek. “You are not broken, Jiyong. Are you kidding me? And I don’t care about enlistment. I care about you. You have me obsessed with you, no distance is ever going to change that. I’d wait for you, if you want someone to come home to. And I’ll remind you every day just how perfect you are. No more bad thoughts entering that pretty head of yours.” 

“You’re perfect.” Jiyong leaned in, his lips brushing against yours gently. “There’s nobody else I’d want to come home to. The idea of that makes these next 18 months all the more bearable.” 

“Come on. We have a show to finish.” Your hand brushed against his cheek gently before you let him go. 

He watched you as you walked out of the room, questioning how he’d managed to get so lucky. This tour had started out a shit show but you’d made it bearable from the start. One of the only familiar people he’d had, coming from BigBang to join him on tour. You’d really stepped into a leadership role and he’d been lucky to have you along for the ride. Now he’d get to take you home with him when this was all over. Maybe everything wasn’t as damaged as he thought it was. Maybe with your help there were other pieces of himself you could help mend along the way.

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[swtnjk]

helloooo can u pls do kuroo x reader where both of them decided to try again for a baby after years mayb 2 of failed pregs? thank uuu (mayb it worked this time)

i loved LOVED! writing this. i lowkey blended this with bf things kuroo… sooo lmk if you want dad kuroo things

the soft hum of your dryer was the only sound in you and kuroo’s quiet apartment. warm laundry in your lap and the hard ache in your chest.

two whole years of trying. two years of a heartbreak. every negative test felt like a punch in the gut. was it karma? maybe it’s the universe telling you that you’re gonna be a bad mom.

but kuroo never stopped holding your hand. he came in the living room with a lazy grin and his silly bed head. “hey,” he said, sitting beside you. “foldin’ clothes without me? bold.”

you smiled softly, not really looking up. “you were napping.”

he snorted, nudging your shoulder. “so… i was thinking—“

“careful.”

“rude,” he laughed. then his voice quiets down, “i wanna try again… if you’re okay with it. i know it’s been hard, baby. but i don’t wanna give up on this.”

you finally look up at him. his tired but hopefully glint in his eyes, the way his hand is already reaching for you like muscle memory.

your throat tightened, “… yeah. we-we can try again.”

kuroo runs into the room after your loud scream. you stared at the test in your shaking hands. positive.

two lines. two!

“did you just scream or was that imagination?” he says. you looked at him, holding up the test. he holds your wrist to keep the shaking still.

he blinked, “what— that’s— holy! you’re—?!” he was speechless. you nodded, tears falling down.

kuroo dropped to his knees in front of you, hands on your belly like it was made of glass. “are you real? is this happening?”

you laughed and cried at the same time. “i think it is.”

he kissed your stomach, then your lips, then hugged you so tight you could barely breathe. “we’re really doing it. finally.”

you couldn’t stop staring at the ultrasound photo. a tiny blur, a heartbeat barely the size of a nut but it was real. after all the tears, the whispered reassurances that felt more like prayers, it was finally happening.

kuroo had printed six copies of the scan, just in case. one for the fridge, one for his wallet, one for his office, and the rest “emergency backups,” he said with a proud grin.

“you’re going to wear that smile into the ground,” you teased one morning, catching him staring at you while brushing his teeth.

he turned, toothbrush dangling from his mouth. “can’t help it. you’ve never looked more glowy.” you gave him a look. “i’m in your old volleyball hoodie and socks that don’t match.”

“exactly,” he spit into the sink. “volleyball hoodie? that’s peak fertility fashion, babe.” you snorted so hard you nearly choked on your orange juice.

kuroo threw himself into building the nursery like it was a final project and you were the judge. he measured everything twice, made spreadsheets for crib safety ratings, and debated paint swatches.

“i think we should go with the pastel yellow,” he said one night, holding up two nearly identical samples. “it’s cheerful. gender-neutral. and doesn’t look like a banana threw up.”

you rolled your eyes, “you know i trust you, right?”

kuroo paused. his gaze softened, “yeah. but i want you to love it. i want everything to be perfect for you. for them.”

you kiss his cheek, “it already is.”

kuroo held your baby girl like he was holding the universe. he was.

you watched through exhausted, teary eyes as he rocked them slowly, whispering something only they could hear.

then he looked at you, eyes glistening. “you did it,” he said hoarsely. “we did it. she’s here.”

he leaned down, kissed your forehead, then kissed the baby’s. and in that moment, with thunder rumbling in the distance and your family finally whole, you knew..

it was all worth it.

[creative-frequency]

Rafayel / Reader: Starfish

You and Rafayel fall into a comfortable after-mission routine. Established relationship, rated E for adult content, very vanilla smut Word count: 3k

27 new messages.

14 missed calls.

Dammit. You tuck the phone into a pocket.

“Is something wrong?” Tara asks.

You raise one shoulder to your ear in an attempt at half-shrug and pull the woolen sweater over your head. After four days on a mission and wearing the hunter’s uniform, the soft material feels like a fleecy, puffy cloud on your clean-scrubbed skin.

“Oo-kay,” Tara mumbles at your non-answer and watches as you speedrun your way through the motions; brush your hair, throw all the necessary things from the locker into your backpack, and break the Linkon City record of tying shoelaces.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to grab a bite on the way home?” she attempts, still blinking.

“No, sorry, I need to go…” You flash her a smile that is hopefully apologizing.

You toss the hair brush into the bag and quickly hop on the bench in front of the locker to see if you forgot anything on the upper shelf.

“Could’ve fooled me,” Tara chuckles, mostly to herself.

You hop down and zip up the bag.

“See you later! Good job today,” you say on the way as you rush out of the door, fingers already fishing your phone out of your pocket.

You tap at the notifications and pick the number that has tried to reach you 14 times in the past three days.

“Sorry, the number you dialed is not in the mood for phone calls. Please try again later–”

Straight to voicemail, of course. You make a one-eighty on the street and head towards the closest bus stop.

Not surprisingly, the iron gate into the art studio is open when you arrive. Everything looks peaceful in the morning sun. It’s a perfect day for a brunch on the terrace – would the owner of the place be so inclined. You press your thumb into the front door lock, half-expecting a rude beep and red light, but it opens with a soft click.

With so many missed phone calls and incoherent messages mostly consisting of sad emojis and “what r u doing?” and “where r u??? call me”, you expected the place to be ransacked either by art thieves or fans.

You grumble and groan under your breath, kicking your shoes to the side before stepping into the foyer. The large place is as full of light and gentle sea breeze as always. The wind from the open studio windows has carried a few sketches to the foyer to litter the floor.

“It’s difficult to keep you safe, when you can’t be bothered to lock the gate!” you yell as a way of greeting.

Rafayel appears from his studio, bare feet tapping against the wooden floor and wearing a casual (casual for him) navy blue shirt and dark pants. He frowns as your eyes meet, folds his arms and leans a hip against the doorframe.

“Oh, look, you’re not dead,” he jeers, eyebrows scrunched.

You roll your eyes. “I was on a mission, as you well know.”

“I do?”

Abandoning your backpack on the nearest free surface, you shuffle up to face Rafayel, mirroring his pose.

“I sent you a message,” you say in a conciliatory tone.

Rafayel pulls his phone from a back pocket in a theatrical gesture and opens the private chat between you two. The 27 messages from him, most recently consisting of question marks and emojis, flood the screen. He shoots you a meaningful look, and scrolls up in grand motions, up to the last message he has received from you.

It’s an image of tacos from a street vendor cart.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Unbelievable. You quickly open the same chat and come to the undeniable realisation that you never actually sent the message informing Rafayel you would be out on an unexpected mission for a few days. You click send and his phone buzzes.

“Better late than never,” you quip and peek up from under your lashes to see if he is actually mad.

“You forgot about me,” he whines and pouts, but not really. His signature tell is revealing that he is trying to hold back that gorgeous smile. It makes his cheek twitch. The fishie is trying to set up a trap.

You narrow your eyes and poke that twitch.

“Ow, hey–! You’re ruthless…”

He swats the hand away first, then grasps it from the wrist as you’re about to pull away, and rubs the spot your finger dug into.

“I can see right through you,” you deadpan to which he rolls his eyes, now bright and amused.

He uses the hand he is holding hostage to reel you closer. It’s impossible to look away and every inch that disappears from between your bodies makes your heart beat faster. Right until it’s racing and your cheek is pressed to Rafayel’s chest. You close your eyes and inhale; he smells like the salty sea breeze, fresh linen, and faint nodes of distilled turpentine, which reveals that he was painting when you walked in.

“Whatever you say, Miss Bodyguard.”

“I’m sorry that I made you worry,” you mumble against his chest.

Rafayel’s fingers tread lightly into your hair and he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, but he doesn’t reply.

You stay like that for a short minute. It’s comfortable and safe and just right – like a tranquil breeze seeping into your soul, reminding you of the definition of calm. Right there, you’re home. After one last inhale, you tip your head back to see Rafayel’s face. His eyes are bright and content.

In wordless agreement, Rafayel leans to press his mouth gently on yours. His lips are as soft as always; the perfect warmth in the perfect motions and you barely register your surroundings anymore.

He pulls away too soon, but not before a deadly lick of his tongue on your lower lip. Heat rises to your face. Stupid siren.

“Shower, nap or dinner?” Rafayel asks, apparently satisfied with his payback as he is falling into your comfortable after-mission routine.

You step towards the large living room which also functions as his studio. A new canvas is propped against the wall. It's only painted with a turquoise hue that reminds you of a tropical ocean. Different colors of paint are littered on nearby surfaces with splatters of them on the floor, and the large windows are open to let in as much of the natural daylight as possible. The curtains wave gently in the sea breeze. Everything looks just as it was before you left for your mission.

“I already showered at the HQ,” you reply and are about to slump down on the plush, orange couch, but Rafayel grabs your elbow and turns you towards the bedroom.

“Then I’ll cook while you nap,” he says gently.

“I’ll help.” Your body is so exhausted but you don’t want to waste a minute together by taking a nap. You try to resist, but Rafayel decisively ushers you forward.

“Do I need to tug you in bed, cutie?”

“Depends…” you reply and allow him to walk you into his bedroom. The flick of his soft tongue still warms your lower lip like a faintly smoldering spark of fire.

His bedroom is a large, circular room surrounded by high, ornamental windows and a glass dome roof. Intricate knick knacks litter most surfaces and some lay on the floor, next to the walls. You spot a new sundial and a small-scale model of the solar system. He must have been doing some online shopping again.

In the middle of the room lies a large king-size bed, covered in white sheets and a cream-colored duvet.

“Rest. You can later tell me all about the Wanderers you defeated,” Rafayel urges.

At his insistence, you climb on the bed, pulling the bedspread to the side. You take off the sweater and drop it on the floor, leaving only your top and the comfortable leggings on.

“I’ll wake you in an hour,” Rafayel murmurs and presses another kiss into your hair. He pulls the duvet up to your chin, tucking you in neatly. 

Comfortable warmth floods into your soul and exhaustion washes over you like the tide as soon as you let your body relax. The sheets smell like Rafayel and that alone is enough to lull you into a deep sleep.

“Sweet dreams, cutie,” you think you hear Rafayel murmur as you fall into the ocean of slumber.

A blink passes and you stir into gentle fingers drawing stars and circles on your bare arms.

“Mmh?”

“I witnessed a miracle,” Rafayel whispers somewhere close.

“Huh?” You try to blink away the sleep and focus your gaze on him. He sits at the side of the bed, leaning towards you. His eyes glint with mischief.

“This is the first time I’ve seen a person transform into a starfish.” He chuckles. “You really conquered the whole bed like that, cutie.”

Your arm flails out from underneath the duvet, about to smack the sass out of him, but Rafayel snags your wrist and brings it to his lips.

“Dinner is ready,” he hums with a grin. He inhales the scent of your skin, lips grazing the inside of your wrist. A tender feeling whooshes into your middle; A tsunami of yearning.

“It can wait,” you reply.

You cup Rafayel’s chin and pull him down. From his sitting position by the bed, he has to lean over you to take purchase from the mattress – he eyes you curiously, the depths of those pearly eyes taking on more of the red, fiery hue. Soon he docks into a sweet, unhurried kiss.

Your hands wander over his cheeks, neck and shoulders, and into his soft, lush curls. You hum into the kiss, content but eager for more.

Suddenly Rafayel pulls away and throws a leg over you, straddling you over the duvet. He locks your wrists over your head with one hand, an almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A tide of familiar excitement rushes over you, leaving a pulse of wanting in its wake.

You should’ve known this fishie would trap you as soon as you laid down your guard. And yet, you don’t mind.

Rafayel leans down to kiss your neck. Each small, wet sound adds a drop into the need pulsing in your core. You arc to allow him better access. Rafayel’s scent fills your nose. Familiar, safe, comforting. The fingertips of his free hand continue creating art on your skin, finding and caressing every soft and sensitive spot.

“I take it you’re not hungry for food yet?” he murmurs low against your collarbone. His vice loosens on your wrists.

“Starving,” you quip and seize the opportunity to reach up to unbutton his shirt.

Rafayel chuckles low, sending ripples of desire through you that concentrate into that sweet aching sensation between your thighs. He tosses his shirt to the floor, revealing his toned chest, and helps you out of the top before eagerly claiming your mouth. His damned tongue peeks out skim across your lower lip and for a surging second you need him so much it hurts. Every shallow, hungry breath of his is music to your senses. Every spot your skin touches him leaves flames of desire in its wake. The need is all-consuming and you love every breathy moment of it.

The duvet is still crumpled between your bodies, like a sheen of pesky propriety. You start yanking it off, trying to reach body contact. Rafayel moves to the side, off you. He peels back the covers and you seize the chance to switch positions.

“Ah–!”

Rafayel’s yelp of surprise urges you on as you plant your lips on his exposed collarbone. You deftly ignore the flash of disappointment on his beautiful face and focus on coaxing out the blush on his cheeks. Your tongue flicks out in vengeance.

Rafayel’s chest starts to rise and fall more rapidly, his body squirming under you. His hardening length starts to grow against your thigh and you heed it with a grinding motion. He inhales sharply and his fingers grasp your bare hips.

You grind again, slower and with more intent. Rafayel groans under his breath. Your mouth trails over his neck and with each grazing kiss you can feel every anticipatory twitch of his cock.

When you look up from your ministrations, you’re rewarded with a sweet blush and an annoyed, but surrendering look. Rafayel’s bright eyes hold an almost pleading glaze. It’s been too long since you’ve had each other. The longing boils in your bones and souls as if the fire on your skins has just seeped deeper.

You straighten up to get rid of your leggings. The moment you’re about to unceremoniously yank your panties off too, Rafayel’s hands find yours and stop you. Distracted by the following kisses, you don’t get to see the expression on his face when he slowly removes your hands and caresses a finger down the front of your panties. 

You shudder with pleasure, barely containing a moan.

Rafayel smiles into your lips and continues gently circling the tips of his fingers over the cloth. The resulting pulsating ache has surely ruined your panties with wetness. Another tsunami of need crashes to the shore and you palm the front of his bulge. Rafayel is momentarily distracted so you start fidgeting with his belt, relieving him of it.

“So impatient…” he mumbles, moving on to help you with the task.

Rafayel pulls his pants down, freeing his hard, beautiful length. Your fingers curl around him carefully, luxuriating in the feel of him. Your mouth waters with anticipation and you give him a couple of good strokes, unable to wait for him to sink into you. Rafayel’s breathing grows ragged and his eyes fill with pleading that he can’t quite mask with all that usual bravado.

“I want you,” you whisper into his ear, fingers around his cock that twitches as the words sink in.

Rafayel essentially pushes your back to the bed, climbing on top of you while shedding the rest of his clothing. Your mouths barely pull apart and you ache, ache so much to feel him – can almost feel him already as he hovers on top of you.

Rafayel seems to want you as urgently as you do him – with a rigid motion, he drags his cock over your beseeching entrance, smearing the head with your wetness. You feel his delicious length as it slides back and forth, teasing, preparing you while his lips wander down on your neck and chest.

His mouth circles around your budding nipple and that damn tongue flicks out just as he pushes inside you, deep and slow. Your inner muscles spasm a little at the sensation of pure pleasure, a sure sign that it’s been too long.

Rafayel drags himself out of you carefully and gives you a couple of shallow, experimental thrusts. He kisses you deeply on the mouth, tongue skimming over your lips in a plea of entrance, and starts moving at a slow pace, dragging out every inch until the very tip of his cock, then buries himself right back into your heat. He feels so perfect. Every time, every thrust and pull. Your siren.

The muscles on his arms bunch as he holds himself over you, hips conjoing with yours in a steady rhythm like the ocean waves. You kiss Rafayel’s lips and let yourself drown into the rhythm, taking in every inch that he deigns to give you. Each smooth push and pull, every inhale, your hands caress across his body, finding soft edges and hard muscle and he thrusts and thrusts.

Your release builds steadily, closer, inevitable and all-consuming like the tide’s pressure until it hits the point of release with a drive of his hips. Gasps of air fill the sea of pleasure. Rafayel’s hips stutter against yours and he pushes deep to reach his own release. His cock spasms inside you as you clench around him, waves of ecstasy finally surging forth from the motion, satisfying and calming. His breaths are hot and moist in the crook of your neck as you come together.

You love, love, love this so much. Love him so much it has long since stopped making sense. Your fishie, your siren.

Your Rafayel.

Out of breath and satisfied, neither of you is in a rush to leave the bed. Head resting on Rafayel’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, you want for nothing.

Except maybe the dinner waiting in the kitchen since your stomach makes a gurgling protest of a sound, at which Rafayel chuckles lightly, still catching his breath.

You turn to peer at him. His fingers lazily draw patterns over your ribs.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” you say as your eyes meet.

“You already apologized, cutie,” he responds. His eyes are soft, swirling whirlpools of blue sea and red flames that have been quenched, for now.

“I know. I just… thought how mad I would be if our roles were reversed.”

Rafayel smiles and his arm coils tighter around you. He presses a kiss into your hair.

“Actually, I called the Dispatch Center and they told me the UNICORNS were on a mission,” he explains without a shred of remorse.

For a few seconds, you just gape at him. You should’ve known. Sneaky siren.

“Uh-huh. When did you and Colin become so chummy?” you ask since what else is there to really ask.

Rafayel grins and tries to hide it by pressing a kiss to your palm. You roll your eyes and decide to let it go. For now.

“C’mon, dinner should be perfect by now,” Rafayel says.

He tugs you closer from the hand and catches you into a deep kiss.

“I’m glad you’re home,” he murmurs, barely an inch away, as if confessing a great secret.

Maybe it is, one shared just between you two. After all those worried phone calls and texts, you should think so. You show him a conspiratory smile and say:

“Me too.”

[wcnderlnds]

greenlight [ part three ] ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: seunghyun finally comes home and makes good on all those promises you made on your last phone call ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. hand stuff, oral (f receiving), swearing. virgin!reader ・❥・ authors note: this took me so long to write so hopefully it paid off 😭

PART ONE | PART TWO

Today was the day. Seunghyun would be home in just a few hours and your excitement was palpable. There weren’t enough words in the dictionary to explain how much you missed him. This was what you’d signed up for when you’d first begun dating, knowing that there would be periods of time when he’d be away for work but it didn’t make it any easier. The more serious your relationship got, the more it was harder to be away from each other. The days had gone slower, felt longer without him by your side.

That one phone call from last week had constantly played in your mind since it happened. It had been like nothing you’d ever experienced before. The way he’d spoken to you through the phone, the way he’d made you feel with just his voice? There was no other man who could have that effect on you. It had only made the longing worse.

The hours dragged on, the clock ticking too slowly. Each time you looked at your phone for the time it felt like it was getting slower and slower. The anticipation at seeing your boyfriend for the first time after a month made you giddy. Nervous but giddy. You were waiting on the couch, some stupid show on in the background that you weren’t really paying attention to.

Then, you heard it. The click of the front door opening.

In an instant you were up on your feet practically bounding to the door to greet him. There he was. His pink hair messy, black rimmed glasses adorning his face, his favourite NASA hoodie hanging off his body. He looked so damn good. Seunghyun’s tired eyes instantly locked onto yours, his lips turning up into a bright smile showing off his dimples.

“God, I fucking missed you,” he took one long stride up to you, his hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head up to look at him. “I’m taking you with me next time, I don’t care.”

“You better,” you laughed softly, your hands fisting into into the fabric of his hoodie to pull him closer to you. Seunghyun didn’t need telling twice, he pressed his body against yours, leaning down and capturing your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

His lips moved against yours slowly, savouring the feeling of feeling your lips on his after four weeks apart. It felt like heaven; it made him feel whole again. He pulled back very briefly, his lips still lingering against yours. His forehead gently rested against yours, a shaky breath leaving his lips.

“It’s good to be home.”

“It’s good to have you home. It was lonely here without you.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

His breath ghosted over your face, the taste of the coffee he’d had on the flight back hitting your senses. It was so him. Your eyes met his, a hint of desire and longing shining back in them. That was all that he needed. His lips pressed against yours firmly. This kiss was different, full of hunger. His tongue traced the seam of your lips, his hands making their way down your body to land on your ass. He squeezed the supple flesh, causing your lips to part and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. His tongue danced with yours, the kiss growing more and more heated by the second.

Slowly but surely, he backed you up until your back hit the cool surface of the wall. One of his hands found its way under your shirt, resting on your side just below your breast. His thumb slowly stroked your skin igniting a spark in you, goosebumps forming against his touch. Whether it was that you’d missed him or you were feeling more comfortable in these situations now, your own hand moved to ever so gently brush against the bulge in his sweatpants.

Seunghyun’s hips bucked into your hand, wanting, needing to feel your touch. It was hesitantly that you began to palm his hardening length, your fingers brushing against him, tracing the outline of his cock. Seunghyun groaned into the kiss, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin like he was anchoring himself to you.

“Remember those promises we made?” You breathed against his lips.

“Like I’d forget,” he let out a shaky exhale, a strained chuckle following. “I’m supposed to be making it up to you.”

“Shush and let me do this. Just… tell me what you like, okay?”

Seunghyun was about to argue, adamant to make this about you but the fierce determination in your eyes made him pause. He could tell you needed to do this. That you wanted to. It was new terroritory for you, you needed to do this for yourself. So, he relaxed, letting your hands explore his body.

You slipped your hands past the waistband of his sweatpants, Seunghyun watched you with eager eyes as your hand toyed with the edge of his boxers. He was already hard just at the mere thought of you touching him for the first time, there was no hope for him when you finally did.

“Take your time, princess. Go at your pace,” he assured you. His voice was strained, eyes hooded as he watched your every move. He had been thinking of this moment ever since that phone call. It had got him through the lonely nights, occupied his thoughts when he wrapped his own hand around himself and took his pleasure into his own hands.

It was a couple of minutes later when your hands finally dipped inside the final barrier, your soft fingers grazing along his cock. It made him hiss, the urge to grab your hand and show you how it’s done strong but he knew this needed to be on your terms. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, not when you were finally feeling ready enough to explore intimacy with him. You rubbed your palm against him, getting a feel for him. He was big, that much you knew. There had been many times when you’d been making out when you’d felt him pressing insistently against you but now really feeling it, you could tell he was packing.

You pulled your hand from him for a moment, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one fell swoop, his cock sprang free hard against his stomach. He watched your face, the slight gasp that came from you as you finally saw his most intimate parts sending a thrill straight through him. His lips pressed against yours, a chaste kiss letting you know that he was right there and ready for whatever you were willing to do.

“Go on, baby, wrap your hand around me just like this,” he guided your hand to his length, showing you how to wrap your hand around him just right. “Get a feel for it and when you’re ready just explore. Move your hand up and down.”

Seunghyun could sense your nerves from a mile away. He wanted to soothe your nerves so he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want to,” you said, your voice laced with fierce determination. Your hand began to explore, your thumb running over the head of his cock. He let out a strangled groan against your lips, his forehead resting against yours. Judging by his reaction, that must have been good so you continued, feeling the precum that was leaking from his tip. Hesitantly, you began to move your hand down his cock then back up again, your grip light as you set a slow rhythm. Seunghyun’s breath was heavy, the feeling of your hand finally wrapped around him enough to make him bust on the spot but he wanted to savour the feeling, he wanted this to be a moment he remembered. “Is that good?”

“Y-yeah. Grip me a little tighter and don’t be scared to move a little faster.”

At his encouragement, you tightened your grip around his length, your fist forming a perfect circle around him. He let out a shaky exhale when you finally sped up your movements, pumping his cock perfectly. He couldn’t help but thrust into your closed fist, the feeling of your hand around him was way better than he could’ve ever imagined.

“Fuck, baby, that feels good. Don’t stop,” he all but panted, his lips crushing to yours, all teeth and tongue. His hand fisted in the back of your hair, holding you against him as he kissed you like a man possessed. Your hand kept pumping him, his hips thrusting into your hand erratically. “I’m gonna cum. Holy shit.”

Seunghyun groaned loudly, his head hiding in the crook of your neck while his hips jerked forward, his release coating your hand. You stroked him through his orgasm, pulling away only when you were sure he was done. You could feel his heavy breath on your neck, the way he was panting sent a chill through you. The fact you’d made him feel like that filled you with a sense of pride and confidence. There had been no need to be nervous especially with the way your boyfriend was now lazily pressing sloppy kisses along your neck, all the way up to your earlobe. He lightly tugged on it with his teeth before whispering his next words huskily in your ear. “My turn.”

You didn’t have time to react before he’d picked you up, heading towards the bedroom. He kicked the door open, tossing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. His lips found your neck once again, muttering praises for the pleasure you’d just given him. “That was so good, baby. So fucking good. You deserve a reward for being so good to me.”

He pulled back from your neck, hands trailing down your body to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you, almost as if he was asking for approval. When you nodded, he hooked his fingers in them and your panties, tugging them down and off your legs. He groaned at the sight of you laid bare before him, his cock twitching yet again. His fingers danced along your inner thigh until they reached the apex, his index finger trailing along your folds causing you to gasp at the feeling. You’d touched yourself plenty of times but you’d never had another person's hands on you like that. There hadn’t been anyone you trusted enough until Seunghyun came along.

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bud. His eyes found yours as he tried to gauge your reaction. “That feel good?”

All you could do was nod, too overwhelmed by the feeling of him playing with your clit. Once he was certain you were wet enough, he pushed a finger inside you. Your body arched off the bed, Seunghyun groaning as he sank it inside you. “Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight.”

He withdrew his finger then pushed back in, setting a steady pace, all the while his thumb still working your clit. His eyes never left you, watching in awe as you whimpered and moaned, your body reacting to his touch better than he’d ever dreamed off. Soon enough, he pushed a second finger in to join, speeding up his movements.

“Oh my God, Seunghyun,” you moaned, grabbing on to the back of his hoodie, pulling him to your lips. He kissed you fiercely, his fingers still working you. By now, your hips were chasing his hand. You were so wet, it drove him crazy.

“I want to taste you so bad, princess. I want to bury my face in this pretty pussy and finally taste you. Can I?” He tucked some of your hair behind your ear, his heart beating in anticipation as he waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you gasped as his fingers curled inside you, hitting that special spot that made your toes curl. “Please.”

Seunghyun didn’t need telling twice. His head was between your thighs before you knew it. His fingers were still plunging in and out of your hole but now, his tongue was darting out to lick a long, slow stripe up your pussy. It tore a loud moan from your throat, the feeling better than anything you’d ever felt. He smirked against you, lapping up your juices as he kept his tongue moving up and down your folds. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out to flick your clit. That had your body arching, hands flying to his hair to tangle in his pink locks. He sucked, your hips chasing his lips with every movement. It was ridiculous how hard he was again just from eating you out. That was the effect you had on him, though.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice thick and rough. “I know you’re close, I can feel you tightening around my fingers. Let go, baby. I want to taste all of you.”

One more flick of his tongue and you were coming undone. Your hips bucking wildly, body arching up off the bed as his name fell from your lips like a prayer. Seunghyun groaned, the sound vibrating against you. The taste of you on his tongue was so exquisite — he knew he’d never get tired of it. He worked you through your orgasm with slow pumps of his fingers and kitten licks before finally pulling away. He took in your appearance — your flushed cheeks, kiss swollen lips and the way your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He crawled back up your body, peppering your face in kisses. “You okay?”

“I’m great,” you laughed breathlessly. You hid your flushed cheeks into his chest, Seunghyun wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you peered up at him, nothing but love and admiration shining in your eyes. “Welcome home.”

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"𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧" 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 7

a/n: Even though I'm the one that wrote the plot, this kind of startled me.

Series Masterlist

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader 𐙚 18+ MDNI

Summary: You and Anakin get separated from the group.

Warnings/contains: dom! male, dom! fem, Enemies to lovers, sexual tension, forced proximity, near death experience, explosions etc, anakin does not like you, more to come as the series goes on etc, proof read-- but english is not my first language!

Word Count: 2k // More on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

You had ordered Anakin to protect the foremost edge. For the first time, he led the group as you walked closely to Obi-wan, “May I ask you a question, your highness?” Obi-wan broke the silence you so carefully maintained.

“Yes, General?”

“Forgive me if I may offend you.” You squinted, “If Anakin hadn’t protested against us leaving, might I ask, what would you have done?”

“The exact same thing.” You said, keeping your gun close to your breasts. “You disagree?”

“I believe that our worry once lied with the possibilities.”

“Does Anakin believe I will betray the Jedi, the republic, still?”

He shrugged, “He can be hard to read.” Obi-wan said softly as you both watched Anakin climb up the cliff ahead.

“And stubborn, and impatient.”

“I might be reaching here but with your patience, and his action, you clash.”

You chuckled and took Quinns hand as he helped you up the next ledge, “You are very wise, General Kenobi.” He pushed himself up and walked beside you once more. “Hopefully, this will be over soon. That way, I won’t need to think of new ways to tell him the same thing.”

“Ahh, I’ve known him since he was, yee high,” Obi-wan held a hand to his mid-thigh. “ It’s like trying to give a feline a bath.” You smirked as the man ran a hand down his beard. “He isn’t impossible, just difficult.”

“I heard that.” Anakin yelled behind him as he walked the trail.

“I’m glad you know that’s about you.” You said loud enough for him to hear. Anakin waved a hand behind him. “Quite the ladies man.” Obi-wan let out a loud laugh, “I’m starting to believe that he doesn’t care about me being Queen; he wants to lead this mission.”

“Typically, monarchs give us the authority. In turn, I entrust it to Anakin.” You nodded. “He can be reckless, at times but he hasn’t failed me.” Anakin looked over his shoulder for a moment before turning the corner of the cliff. “He expressed his displeasure with the idea of you not being kept safe in your Palace. I must say, I do agree. This isn’t the safest grounds to walk, your highness.”

“I feel my safest when I am with you, Jedi. Besides, I didn’t want to split you and him up. You’re important.”

“Him more than me.” Obi-wan said softly. The man helped you onto the top of the cliff and you watched from under the shade of the massive trees. Your heart raced upon seeing the many rows of droids. “Why didn’t we bring in more men, again?”

“I want to spare as many lives as possible.” You whispered as you three snuck around through the trees. You were watched over by Quinn as he glared through the scope of his rifle. The droid base rest in the middle of a clearing. “…they destroyed the trees…” Your eyes fell on the sawed trees, stumps left astray.

Anakin squinted, “A few tanks…a few hundred droids…?” He turned to his Master. “They can’t take over the city nor the palace with this. Where are the rest of them?”

“The rest?” You quietly watched as many droids left the main building. “Let’s focus.” Anakin folds his arms.

“Your highness…this was a distraction.” He said simply. Anakin stomped away from you and Obi-wan, pressing on his comms. “R2? R2, I need visuals on the atmosphere. Can you hear me?”

“What does he mean?” You asked.

“This isn’t the main mission. We need to get out of here.” Obi-wan said over the comms.

“General? Do we fall back?” Quinn asked from over the comms.

“Call it off, head back to base.” Obi-wan said sternly, pulling you with him as Anakin ran through the trees towards the base.

“We can’t.” You shook your head and stopped. The few turned back to you, “I gave them a time.”

Obi-wan continued to walk, “That’s fine, we can just set off a flare or smoke here.” You turned to Anakin.

“Do you have it?” Anakin’s lips pressed, his head fell forward shyly, “From the bag by the gate! Do you have the flare?!”

“I don’t have it.” He said softly.

“How could you forget the signal?!” You began to panic harder under the silence. “What time is it?”

“12:14.” You fingers froze around the clutch of your gun. The rainforest was silent, frozen like lake water. Your eyes were on Anakin as he yelled into his comms to call off the drops. Quinn and the other soldier ran as Obi-wan attempted to pull you with him. A piercing sound met your ears long before you registered the explosion. One after the other, they dropped from over the trees. You held your hands over your ears tightly and watched as a bomb dropped from the trees above your head. Anakin pulled you onto his shoulder, his heart slamming against the flesh of his chest. Red soil, dyed by the earth’s oxidation, flew up into the air, creating clouds of maroon. He nearly ran into the trees ahead of him as he carried you, the sounds of droid blaster fire began, rapid as they spread out through the forest. “Obi-wan!” The man screamed, “Obi-wan! Where are you?!” He could only see but a few feet in front of him, the smoke thick and air, humid.

“Let me down!” You yelled and the man pushed you off his shoulders. You groaned and climbed to your feet before prepping your gun. Anakin pressed his back against the same tree as you while you set up a good aim. You couldn’t see the droids; however, you could see the blaster fire that cut through the smoke and into tree barks. Anakin held an arm over his nose and mouth while coughing. You pulled the trigger, and the gum shot an electromagnetic wave through the trees. Such pulse shook leaves off the trees and killed the droids in the nearby quadrant.

“We need to move!” Anakin pulled you with him in the direction of the base. For a moment, you were still, and it all went black.

Water ran over your hips and legs, soaking your body and the left side of your face. A bundle of dark clothes lay beside you, unmoving. Your hand weakly reached for the robes, “Anakin…” Your muscles faltered on the fabric.

From behind, you were pulled up onto your feet, your arm thrown behind him as he carried you to the shore. Anakin weakly lay beside you and caught his breath. The lake water ran loudly, gushing beyond your boots. Surrounding you in this open space, a few croaking amphibians and the repetitive chirps of perched birds. “It’s getting dark.” Anakin whispered. Your body as well as your hair was covered in grains of sand, and soil. The water continued to roughly run up your boots.

Anakin groaned, holding his side as he rose on his knees. The man huffed and kept a hand tight on his left hip. “Are you ok?”

He looked up at the ledge you two were blown off of and down at himself. “I’ll be fine. Our comms are destroyed…and I can’t find Obi-wan.” He said softly and struggled to rise on his feet. You slowly stood; your head dizzy from impact. “What are we going to do?” He asked and leaned on a tree bark.

“I…I don’t know.” You said softly and lowered your head in shame. “I don’t know where we are.” He nodded silently as you thought of all the wrong that led to this moment.

He spoke strained yet collected, “I told you we needed your soldiers up in the atmosphere. That’s where the real fight is right now. I told you we could handle this base on our own.” He said with his fist closed.

“I refuse to send my people past the atmosphere during this war.”

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He groaned. “What’s the point of all this? You’ve got a full army! It’s larger than the population of your citizens! Tens of fighter jets and ships prepped with everything they need for war!” You shook your head and stood back from him. “You’re a decorated General! The head of defense! What are you defending?”

“My people! My planet!”

The man scoffed, and continued to hold himself, “We are in war times. And you refuse to sacrifice a few to save the many?”

“I will sacrifice myself before anyone else!”

“That thinking likely killed my master! I don’t want another one of your plans! I don’t want to hear your beliefs either! I came here to fight your war; I told you that from the start.” He cornered you against two tree barks, “I’ve had it up to here with you. You will give me the authority I need to save Erden, or I will leave, and you can watch your planet burn from the atmosphere to the palace.” You bit back a protest and nodded. “Now, get out of my way.” You moved to the side and watched as he referenced a distorted hologram map.

He looked behind himself to ensure you were following him. You walked closely behind, and he let out a breath. He began to feel it, that wave of euphoria. Your submission did not go unnoticed, nor unappreciated.

Before long, you were at the second base once again. “Did Obi-wan come through here? Jedi with a beard and lightsaber?” The medical staff shook their heads, tending to his wound.

You sat beside Oliver outside of the medical bay, your hands clasped. “…we’ve never gone past the atmosphere for war.” You said softly.

“I will ensure we won’t.”

“About that, Oli: I gave General Skywalker authority instead.” The admiral switched his gaze to the man who leaned back on the nurses’ counter because he refused to let you out of his sight. Anakin watched you as a nurse held up his top, another wrapped his waist. “He’s fought many battles beyond a planet’s surface. We are foreign to that.”

The admiral stood, “He’s not even from our system!” He said with a chuckle, “You must be joking.” When you said nothing, his smile faltered. “You must’ve hit your head fairly hard.”

“I am in good health, Admiral.”

You stood in the man’s face, “I refuse to believe so. I cannot support this decision.”

“Then it is treason.” You stared into the eyes of the man you’d known your whole life as he shook his head.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I would. If you believe I am unfit to make this decision, you can bring your plea to the courts.”

Anakin stood behind you with his arms folded. A rather disgusted and angry look on his face. (This was usually how he appeared.) Anakin would never say it out loud to you since he figured you’d yell at him, but he had a bad feeling about the guy from the start. That snake-look…it was easy to spot. “I wish you…and you,” Admiral Grenne cleared his throat, “the best of luck.” He dismissed himself and didn’t look back.

“I learned it.” Anakin said, his voice somewhat perky. You turned around and in his hand, a thick book. “Your atmosphere.”

“There is no way you read all of that in the hour we’ve been here.”

He shrugged and took a few painkillers, “I read enough.” He swallowed them with a glass of water. “Enough to know that there are gaps with no crystals.”

“And no ice?”

“And no ice.” He reassured.

a/n: I have a LOT to write for the next chapter so bare with me lol

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[cheesesandwichsanto]

The Letter

Summary: You find a letter in Eddie‘s room

Warning: none

Word Count: ~1k

A/N: English is not my first language

If you enjoy the story; likes, reblogs and comments are really appreciated 🖤

It was like every other Friday evening after Hellfire Club.

He called you the moment he was back home.

You drove over to Eddie’s trailer.

You both ordered some food, watched a movie together and smoked one on his porch, while talking about everything under the sun.

He crashed on the couch while you slept in his bed.

You both had been best friends since kindergarten.

He was just one year older than you.

You were inseparable ever since.

But when puberty started, everything changed for you.

You saw him in a different light.

You didn’t saw the boy with messy hair, leading some so-called cult, living in a trailer park that everyone saw.

You saw a handsome man with long flowing curls, passionate about his hobby and the person he truly was.

He didn’t put on an act for others.

He was seen as the town’s freak, but you just as a regular girl from creative writing club. (Which you, honestly, just joined because Eddie convinced you. So you could help him write his lyrics.)

He repeated senior year for the second time, you repeated it for the first time.

So you hoped you could graduate together and leave this shitty town behind.

The moment you fell in love with him?

It was when you were at Corroded Coffin’s band practice at Gareth’s garage, waiting for Eddie to finish and go to the new taco place in town.

You observed him playing his guitar, and seeing him pulling those strings with his silver rings on his fingers during his solo, with his tongue peeking out to focus, and his curls up in a messy bun, it did something to you that you couldn’t explain.

You couldn’t look at him the same anymore.

Normally, girls were into boys like Steve Harrington or Billy Hargrove - the pretty boy or the bad boy.

But not you; you liked the nerdy metalhead living in Forest Hills Trailer Park.

You knew that he had a thing for Chrissy Cunningham in middle school.

He told you, and it brought an aching pain to your chest.

It didn’t help when you saw them in the woods a few weeks ago during break, sitting on the bench, talking and laughing.

Friday evening

You picked up “Ghostbusters” from Family Video, while Eddie ordered some pizza.

After the movie, it was time for your weekly smoke session.

“Can you grab my lighter? It’s on the green box left shelf” He yelled from the living room, before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and went outside to sit on the porch.

You misheard him, thought he said ‘in the box’.

You looked for the green box, (how are you supposed to find anything in this mess?) grabbed it and opened the lid.

Inside were some pictures of you and Eddie.

One where you both were barely 10 years old, his arm around your shoulder, in your grandma’s garden.

Him grinning from ear to ear.

Another one with Eddie and you dressed fancy.

You both were 13 and it was Snowball, where he didn’t want to go at first, but after you bickered for the 7465th time, he gave in.

And he ended up having more fun than you, but he would never admit that.

But there was also a folded piece of paper underneath the photos.

You were just nosy by nature, so it would be unfair to you not to open it.

You took a seat on the bed and folded it open.

It was Eddie’s handwriting.

You would recognize this scribble everywhere.

To my dear Y/N,

If you're reading this letter, I’m probably dead, or I maybe finally grew some balls to tell you how I feel. Hopefully, it’s not the first. If its the first one, please take care of my guitar.

You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my whole damn life.

Do you remember that one time I picked you up from Robin’s? It was raining outside, and I felt like shit for letting you wait. But you didn’t even care. You were soaking wet, but when you got into my van you burst out in laughter, because you said I had a booger sticking on my cheek. (It was glaze from a donut. I still swear) - that was the moment where I wasn’t able to deny my feelings for you. I know, weird. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, so hopefully you feel the same. I don’t even know what I am writing here. So I come to the point:

Sweetheart, I’m in love with you

Your guitar god,

Edward Munson

You put the paper down and started at the wall, but got interrupted by a voice.

“You read it, didn’t you?” Eddie said, standing in the doorway, scratching his chin and sounding slightly awkward. You nodded slowly.

“Eddie… why have you never told me about how you feel?” You asked back confused, wrinkling your eyebrows.

“Why would a girl like you, be with a guy like me? Come on. You’re out of my league anyway.” He mumbled, looking at the floor of his room.

“Don’t say stuff like that… you are the most important person in my life.”

You got up to stand in front of him.

“And I … feel the same Ed’s” you whispered nervously.

“Seriously?” his brown eyes turned big.

“I do.”

It took everything in you, to do what you were doing next.

You reached for his face and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

He pulled away, stunned for a second, but then he kissed you again.

After a while, it was you who pulled away, your lips millimeters away from his.

“I really, really like your letter by the way, guitar god, I always knew there was some kind of poet inside you, even if it was not easy to read your scrawl” you said teasingly, taking a strand of his hair and twirling it around your finger.

“Oh shut up” he said laughing “I’m fucking embarrassed that I even wrote that cheesy thing, you should burn it”

“I’m happy you did. And I will frame it, and put it on my nightstand next to my bed.”

[lostwysteria]

(Part 17.

We're getting close to the end of the Nice arc. This part covers episode 3. It is also the longest so far, I think. I am excited for the next bits. I think i did good with episode 4. Just an FYI, I SUCK at fight scenes. So I tend to gloss over them. Also. Love the fact that in episode 6, Enlighter basically called Yang Cheng a broke ass bitch.)

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“They killed it! Nice is now ranked 12 and Wreck is officially in his redemption arc. Homemaker jumped to rank 300 and even Moon went up ten ranks.” Miss J. Said to herself in satisfaction. She loved it when her plans panned out. Now on to making it to the top 10. She set her sights on Firm Man.

…

Nice was trembling as he washed Lin Ling’s hair. The blood came out easily from the silky strands. The wound wasn't serious. Just bled a lot. As head wounds tend to do. He was careful of the scab.

“I’m fine.” Ling reassured again after Nuce was done.

“What if you weren't, though?” Nice asked shakily, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears.

“Oh, darling. Come on. Let's go get into bed. Wreck's waiting for us. Today was long for all of us.” Ling cupped Nice's cheek and caught a stray tear with his thumb. 

He let himself be carried to the bed and be placed between the two other men. Nice clung to him and Wreck wrapped his strong arms around them both. They fell asleep like that, wrapped in a cocoon of comfort.

…

The next few days were spent indoors, to give the impression that they needed time to recover from the trauma. And that they were ‘working through’ things with Wreck.

In reality, Ling and Wreck were settling Nice down. He had been so high strung after. Even Moon had stopped by to check in. She had been huge in helping to distract the now ranked 12 hero. It didn't help that his powers were growing with just the three gained ranks. They were buzzing under his skin like angry bees. Funnily enough, though, his OCD hadn't gotten worse. 

Ling had politely put earbuds in and blasted some American metal music to drown out Wreck, wel, wrecking Nice in the bathroom to help burn off some of the energy. If Ling tried to leave it sent Nice into a panic. Thus the earbuds and American music.

He’d gotten a decent start on a fluffy, crocheted blanket that could engulf all three of them while Wreck took care of Nice. He had been blushing the whole time, of course.

Moon had died laughing over the video call later. She had been pissed no one had remembered to tell her what had been planned. In recompense, Ling now had to video call her twice a week. 

She had put her own name in his, Nice, and Wrecks phones as ‘Crash Out Queen’. A video of her suplexing Nice after Ling’s ‘kidnapping’ had gone absolutely viral. 

It had the added bonus of killing the rest of the NiceMoon ship. It had cemented firmly in the ‘siblings that lived to mess with each other’ territory in most people's eyes.

People found it cute that despite their romantic relationship failing, that they could settle into a familial dynamic.

Her ranking had gone up as well. People were impressed that she could suplex like that. It proved that she was physically strong and not just a pretty face.

…

“So. You want Nice to go after Wolf Girl, so he can hopefully break into the top ten spot?” Homemaker asked as he looked up from his blanket project. Wreck was sitting next to him with an arm around his shoulder. He was looking at Nice and Miss. J at the table in front of them. 

“Basically.” She agreed.

“That will mean having to move floors.” Nice grumped. “This was just starting to really feel like a home.”

“Look at it this way. We can get rid of that fucking statue.” Wreck threw in his ten cents. Nice perked up at that. “Better view from up there, too.”

Homemaker thought about how the tower worked. The top 50 heroes lived in it. Ranks 50 to 21 lived on the ‘lower floors’. Ranks 20 to 11 lived in the ‘middle floors’ and 10 to 1 lived on the highest. X, as number one, had the highest and largest floor. The ‘bottom floors’ were the public offices and operational. There were basement floors that acted as the private Operation floors. The floors were also inverted. It went by rank. The ground floor was still just that, but the first floor was at the top.

He couldn't believe he was about to say something so corny “Anywhere is home if you guys are there.” Homemaker told Nice. 

The other hero started purring so loud and hard in pure joy that he was visibly vibrating. Wreck let out his own low growly rumble in pure pleasure at that. Miss. J whipped her head over at him with narrowed eyes. The ‘what the fuck?’ clear in her gaze. She got out her phone and sent a message to someone before putting it back. 

“Any more objections?” She asked.

“None from me.” Nice said placidly, purr clear in his voice.

“Nope.” Wreck followed.

“More space means I can have a bigger herb garden.” Homemaker shrugged.

“Having you around was the best decision. I expected a fight.” Miss. J said bluntly. Homemaker grinned.

“I’ve been told I am amazing at preventing arguments before they even start.”

…

Nice, Homemaker, and Miss. J were standing in front of a drainage pipe. Nice was looking vaguely disgusted. 

“Yeah. I can see why getting to her would be a … bit difficult for Firm man.” Nice said delicately.

“Yeah. The people believe that Firm man will always stand tall…” Homemaker started.

“Which is great, unless…” Nice picked up.

“You need to crawl.” The two finished in unison. Wreck was laughing in their earpieces. He was waiting in a van not far, in case he needed to step in. Miss. J was always looking for opportunities.

Miss. J started explaining what Wolf Girl had been doing with her little comics. Wreck started choking on air for some reason.

“Are you okay, love?” Nice asked.

“Yeah. Just maybe realized something. Holy shit.” Wreck said, strangled.

Little did they know that he was looking at his larger than average canines in his phone's camera. He then went to the bookmark for chapter one of ‘Fangs and Claws’. The catboy Nice and wolf-hybrid Wreck fanfic by Shut Up and Dance. He muted the coms and started half laughing and half crying. “Oh my fuck. No god-damned way. Holy shit…” 

He swore off fanfic for the foreseeable future. He did not want to know.

…

“We may need a medic down here. I helped out a small timer and he attacked me after. I may have put him into the wall. Allegedly” Nice said sheepishly over the comms. 

Homemaker boggled at that. Who would even think of attacking his charge!?

Miss. J sighed.

…

“Miss. J, what is my current position?” Nice asked urgently. Homemaker went ramrod straight. Something was off.

 She did and was shocked. “Your current position is at the top of Hero Avenue!” 

She and Homemaker sprinted to the car and started booking it to the location. They heard the explosion.

“Nice? Darling, are you alright!?” Homemaker asked, mentally checking the Thread connecting them. Nothing seemed wrong.

“I’m fine, Sweetheart, I am looking for an exit, though.” He reassured him.

…

“I’m making my own exit.” Nice said after a few minutes. 

Wreck had exited the van a few minutes ago and was hidden, ready to jump in at a moments notice. Miss. J and Homemaker were on foot, running to the epicenter.

They arrived just as Nice broke through the concrete. People started cheering. They started cheering even more once they spotted Homemaker.

“Look! It’s Nice and Homemaker!” 

“My mom said they were a couple. Like her and dad!”

Homemaker blushed at that.

“Go! Before she hurts the kid!” Firm man said, straining under the weight of the statue. 

Homemaker himself was straining not to jump in himself. A child was involved. 

“She’s not going to hurt her. She's not going to hurt anyone. Not even that.” Nice pointed at the statue. “Am I right, Wolf Girl?”

People were really paying attention now.

“She’s here to tear down your facade and reveal the real you. The man that saved her years ago. The man she gave that red scarf to.” Nice explained. 

Firm man was in shock at that.

“She wants to set you free from the burden you now carry always.” Nice finished.

Wolf girl took off her mask and revealed a rather pretty young woman underneath. 

Firm Man was crying now and thanking Wolf Girl for giving him strength. His tears hit his boots and then they shattered. He was freed.

Unfortunately, that also meant the statue was too much now for him to bear. Nice and Wolf Girl rushed to the now kneeling hero to try and help. 

Homemaker felt his power surge once the statue fell on all three. He sprinted forward and started lifting. Panic was flooding his system. He felt someone rush over as well. It was Wreck. They felt the statue lifting. The tree of them lifted it together. Firm Man and Wolf Girl cleared the danger zone as soon as they could. They would be no help.

People were going nuts over Nice, Wreck, and Homemaker working together.

They were being cheered on like crazy.

Miss. J was saying something, but they didn't care. The three were focusing on the statue and each other.

[rexhya]

You the reader have built a successful career as a jujitsu sorcerer. The pay is great, but the hours are long and stressful. After completing an extra grueling mission, the reader decide to reward herself by taking a few days off for a much needed stay home vacation. That means no missions, no meetings, and no emergency calls! The only thing the reader has to concern herself with is how she is going to enjoy the warm spring weather.  The night before the reader’s vacation, she is met with a call from Nanami. No one is sure how, but Gojo has been hit by a curse! Is he okay? Sort of... He has not been physically harmed but our beloved white-haired sorcerer has been turned into a cat! Since the reader has the next few days off, it has been decided that she will be the one to care for the feline. Any concerns from the reader are brush aside and she is assured that the curse will (hopefully) wear off after a few days. So tell me my dear Rexhya, how does the rest of the reader’s vacation pan out with cat Gojo?

days spent w/ catoru — ✦ ✦

warn — not proofread!

incl — catoru

You stretched your back wildly, todays missions were grueling as usual. One special grade was enough to make you wanna take a break for ages. Luckily you didn't have to wish, today was your last work day before a week long vacation full of irresponsible spending and vegging out. Someone had to spend that sorcerer money.

You sighed again, trying to settle into your nightmare routine when your phone began ringing. It was from Nanami, and you automatically let out a breath of desperation. You and Nanami were close but both agreed to not call each other outside of work unless it was work related. This would be bad

"Hey, this still counts as my day off, no takebacks." you groaned, phone to your ear.

"And I apologize for that however this has nothing to do with your time off I'm afraid."

"It doesn't?"

"No."

"Explain, you're making me nervous..."

And he does, you almost want to hang up because of how rediculus it sounds.

"Gojo's been hit with a curse...and now he's a cat?"

"Correct."

"And you've deemed me responsible for taking care of him."

"Also correct."

"On my days off."

Nanami, sighed. "Once again, I apologize, this is secondhand information for me as well. A decision not made by me, they say it'll wear off in a couple of days."

You sigh again, soaking into your bath, "Well in that case I suppose it's fine. Send him over or do whatever it is you need to do, so just as long as I can continue my own life." Nanami grunted and hung up the phone, this probably wouldn't be to hard. You've known Gojo for a long time now, his personality was already something similar of a feline anyways.

How hard could this be?

"Meow."

You stare at the soft whites of the cat in front of you. His vivid blue eyes piercing yours.

You cocked your head sideways, Gojo cheekily doing the same.

You furrowed your brows, "Copy Cat." but he only meowed softly, nuzzling your fingers as if he were a real cat.

"You know I'm not going to spoil you or anything like that, you're probably going to be gone in a week so don't get your hopes up or anything." Gojo made a rather halarious gesture with his jaw, flicking his tail in mock irritation. After he'd been hit by this quirk things had been going in circles, but he knew one thing and that was in this cat form, you would have full advantage of him and he would make you pay attention to him if it was the last thing he did.

It was only the first day of you vacation, you didn't have any plans besides catching up on shows and lazing around all day, even with your new companion that wouldn't stop you. You slumped into the couch tiredly, practically ignore Satoru in a his fluffy whiteness.

"Mreowww." the cat had whined, pawing at your leg insistently.

You ignored him, this behavior wasn't much different from the regular Gojo anyways.

"MERRWWWW," he was practically hissing at this point. You rolled your eyes and paused your show, "What."

"Meow?" he cocked his head sideways, you didn't buy into the innocent act but decided to entertain him anyway. He continued pawing at you untill you leaned over so that your head was facing his directly.

"What, was is it Satoru, I'm trying to watch my show here." Satoru said nothing as he climbed his way up your legs and onto your lap, nuzzling your hands affectionately.

"Are you seriously asking me to pet you?" you said incredulously.

"Merw." and presented himself before you.

"You're not a real cat you know, this is only temporary so don't get used to it." but you began stroking the feline anyways, scratching under his chin and running fingers through his long fur. A very loud and prominent purring sound could be heard coming from him, although knowing Gojo, most of it was probably exaggerated.

Not long after this a simple routine between the two of you developed. You go, he goes. You stay, he stays. It was aroundmid week when your pretty little kitty became a slight problem.

"GOJO NO, LET GO OF HIM YOU TYRANT." but the cat just wasn't budging, his teeth and cawls fully gripped on the store employee who was helping you buy items for Gojos stay.

You hadn't even known what went wrong, one moment you were talking to the guy, joking in fact, the next Satoru's claws were wrapped around the poor mans neck, practically trying to kill him. And for what reason you had no clue, could Gojo seriously be turning to an animal?

"Get, off of him sicko." you finally were able to pry him off, but the guy was already a bloody mess. Gojo only hissed as he cradled his neck, was there some sort of cursed energy you couldnt detect or something? You doubted it. Even if you weren't the strongest sorcerer you were no doubt an extremely powerful ome. A curse during this time wouldn't have gotten past you.

"God, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" the man nodded and temderly nodded.

"Y-yeah, fistey little cat you got there." you smiled, at least he wasn't mad, though he had total right to be. People shouldn't bring there pets into stores if they can't handle them.

"Yeah, he's been very irritating these days." Satoru shrunk back into his cage, and for a second he almost looked scared.

You offered to help the worker but he insisted he was fine, thankfully. You immediately put Satoru in timeout, ignoring his insistent calls for you, he was so loud you almosost gave in.

You stood your ground howeverx you wouldn't let anyone be hurt by him under your care anymorre.

Gojo didn't seem to mind though, after all you wlats returned to him.

+ bonus !!

satoru: lying in you bed like its his, it's you last day of vacation

you: lying there as well

you: welp, time for bed i guess

overnight: you arise to a very tall and veryy lanky, 6 foot blue eyed non feline in your bed

you: you have GOT to be kidding me

satoru: merw?

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

okay, that's all I got for now... As for who will be changed in this AU, for now I came up with these.

First Daughter Ruby: The older Sister, next in line to be Duchess of Patch. Ruby was also arranged to marry House Arc's heir Jaune however the current Succession War among Valian Royalty may interfere with her and her mom's plans.

Second Daughter Yang: The daughter of a Slave (Taiyang) Concubine (Summer) she is next in line to inherit House Xiao-Long despite many people's protest.. Currently she is Rivals with Beryl and Amethyst Arc, sister and cousin of Patriarch Jaune Arc.

Crowned Princess Glynda: Favored for the crown Glynda is a strong candidate for the throne. She needs overwhelming support as to scare her competition who have aims for the throne off. After all she might be a force to be feared but that also comes with people fearing her enough to want to end her But if she has all of house Arc behind her then killing her becomes too dangerous a proposition

Trivia Vanille: Desperate to gain any use of his daughter Viscount Jimmy Vanille wouldn't dare try and court House Arc... Not with a ill born deformed child like his devil-eyed (Heterochromia) Trivia...

However his wife tells him of House Lie, once prisoners now loyal vassals to House Arc. Perhaps the newly appointed Baron House might take his useless child... If only he knew his traitorous wife intention, for she is still loyal to Mistral and aims to kill House Arc, and finally give Mistral it's dream of invading Vale...

Menagerie Princess Blake: young, naive and ignorant she was the perfect target for the Fennec's manipulation, for Adam's indoctrination and Sienna's goals... Naive and quick to follow their rhetoric of Faunus supremacy... She never even realized she was poisoning her own father... That it wasn't illness that took him but poison, given to him by her hands... Unaware of it.

And now she shall witness the true genius of her father... For as Arc lands on her shores she will witness the terror of what happens now that he is gone what the White Fang's Violence has brought to their shores...

Weiss & Bleiss: Solitas's Twin Stars. Alone either The White Comet of Atlas Weiss or her sister the Black Meteor of Mantle, could challenge their eldest sister Winter... But together the sisters are said to be a match for even Mistral's Own Goddess of Victory Pyrrha...

But now rumors of said champions defeat run rampant... And now the pair must wonder, could such a warrior capable of defeating, of conquering Pyrrha truly exist, and if so would they one day face his blade too.

Nora Valkyrie: Clan Valkyrie has long held a bond of brotherhood with House Arc, despite the kingdoms being different never would they waver... For Jaeger Arc was their savior and as long as House Arc wielded the Heirloom Mani'tonn they would be brothers in arms...

And so as was tradition they sent their strongest daughter to them, to fight beside their heir, and hopefully even marry him...

Nora, didn't care about that, nope! Not At All! For Nora wanted something more from Jaune-Jaune! She wanted battle, glorious life-ending battle! A Deathmatch Like No Other!

What? NO!? She Didn't Wanna Kill Jaune-Jaune! She Wanted Jaune-Jaune To Kill Her? Why does everybody look at her weird when she says that? He can bring her back to life after all... She just wanted to earn her place in Valhalla a bit early is all. And maybe take a peek at it before Jaune-Jaune would revive her. It was the perfect plan!

[dflogerzi]

Charles... Let's Talk.

Yeah I know, you are the big leagues and you will never see this. I am this little American nobody off in her little non-important life in my own tiny corner of the world. But I have your number. I have actually had it for decades, and I am going to unleash.

Do you not think that some of us do not know what you truly are? I get the whole bit that you have cancer, you are suffering, and we need to be compassionate. Okay. And I do feel compassion, and I am very sorry for your illness. But here goes anyway because I am SO over it. And by that I am speaking of the never-ending drama with Harry.

What does Harry have on you? Because the only reason I can really see, and I am not buying the 'you love the dear boy' thing, he must have some heavy juice. I am going with blackmail. And do not think Charles that I have not done my homework, gone down rabbit holes... I know stuff. Many of us know who you once ran with and the history is recorded.

Harry is a nasty, horrible, disgusting traitor that will do anything to bring in a buck... other than to earn it with honor. He is going to unleash the secrets. And you will have your legacy in tatters either now or later. You look fully weak, and kicking the can down the road is not a good look. Not that anyone, anywhere expected anything different from you at all. I should not speak for others and I apologize for that, but wow. It is completely evident that the whole 'never explain or complain' thing is somewhat working, but not exactly. We all remember the strong and decisive moves that took a king down in a history not that long ago. What is happening now is FAR more explosive and worrying. Edward VIII is kind of looking like a good guy in the scheme of things.

Give it to William. And my suggestion is to do it soon. Because the media is chomping at the bit to tell all the truths. We can all feel it. A thousand-year legacy is on the brink of ending. I am guessing William is ready to step up, or gladly step out. I grew up loving the tales and fables of yore which is why I am even writing this or caring. I actually now would be happy to see him just say to hell with it, take his babe and his kids and go live in the countryside happy, safe and in joy. William, you do you and I am going to just feel the happiness of it. But hopefully you will not have to. I have known in your whole life which I watched with love and care that you will one day wear the crown. But I want for you the happiness and fulfillment that your wonderful life choices have created for you. Just look at what you have manifested. I am so proud of you, and I send you all my love.

Charles, I was there in London on your wedding day to Diana. I have really tried to like you for most of my adult life. You made that in most decades really hard to do.

It is time. Deal.

To my friends. Sorry. I am being annoying again. But this is my blog and I get to do that. What the heck. Love me or leave me? I have had this vent brewing for a while.

I guess I feel better. Will let you know...

[bodyexchangeman]

Ok. For those that enjoyed part one, here is what happens next for Harry and Keiran. It's quite long again but hopefully worth it. I have an idea where this might head but don't know how many parts there might be. I should try and find some pics as well to be fair. Next episode maybe.

Trading Places

Part 2: Lager and Real Talk

The pavement outside the hotel shimmered faintly in the late afternoon sun as Harry and Kieran stepped out. Harry’s newly-acquired tracksuit clung softly to his frame, the hoodie slightly oversized, the trainers springy on the concrete. His baseball cap shadowed his eyes, and the crossbody bag slapped lightly against his hip with every step.

It was strange. He felt invisible in a way he never had before—like he could walk past someone and not be seen as Harry. Not as the guy with the watch that cost more than some cars or the blonde-haired student destined for a top firm. He felt... casual. Unguarded. He glanced at Kieran, now in Harry’s fitted polo and chinos, looking like he’d stepped off a country club golf course. He even held himself straighter, chin up, his hands tucked neatly in his pockets.

“Still can’t believe how comfortabke I feel,” Harry said, nodding down at his trainers. “I feel like I could sprint down the street if I had to.”

Kieran laughed. “Mate, that’s half the point. You never know when you need to leg it.”

Harry smiled. Just hearing that had given him a warm thrill. 

“Tell you what though” Kieran continued, “these shoes ain't made for running! Don't half rub” he said, nodding down at Harrys loafers in which Kieran was striding down the pavement. 

They rounded a corner onto a quieter street where a pub with hanging baskets and a faded sign came into view. It didn't look rough, but definitely local. The sort of place where regulars greeted each other by nickname and bar staff knew your pint before you asked.

Inside, the pub was quiet, a few older gents watching sports on a muted screen, and a couple leaning in close over a table. Kieran led Harry to a corner booth where they could talk without raising eyebrows.

“I’ll grab the drinks,” Kieran said. “You sure?” queried Harry raising an eyebrow. “Course mate” Kieran replied. “What you ‘avin?”

“Pint of blonde please” Harry replied, nodding at one of the real ale pumps, but Kieran was already making for the bar.

Harry sat, fiddling with the hem of the hoodie sleeve. He felt awkward, almost exposed in a way that had nothing to do with the cut of his clothes. People weren’t looking at him with curiosity or respect. They weren’t looking at him at all. And weirdly, that felt freeing.

Kieran returned with two pints and a grin.

“Cheers,” he said, sliding the colder, paler glass toward Harry before plonking down into the seat opposite.

Without thinking, Harry took a sip—and nearly gagged. “This is lager.”

“Yep,” Kieran said with a smirk, already several mouthfuls into what was obviously a real ale. 

“You gave me yours?”

“Course,” Kieran said. “You’re dressed for it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, then chuckled, raising the pint. “To immersion, then.”

“Exactly.”

As they drank, the conversation deepened. Kieran talked about life on the estate—his mates, the vibe, the constant posturing. “There’s this unspoken thing, right?” he said. “Like, you’ve got to act hard even when you’re not. Can’t be too soft, too different, or they’ll rip you for it. And me... I started realising I liked lads, yeah? But you can’t exactly say that down at the youth centre. So I started thinking, maybe if I was someone else—like one of those clean-cut blokes at uni—it’d be easier.”

Harry listened carefully, leaning forward. “Funny. I always felt pressure the other way. My family’s full of lawyers and investors. Everyone acts like we’re above it all, but we’re trapped in our own bubble. Image is everything.”

“So you wanted out too.”

“Maybe not out. Just... perspective.”

They both paused, letting the silence sit between them for a moment.

Kieran drained the last of his pint. “Wanna head back before food?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I want to change my socks before I forget they’re yours.”

They laughed, slipping out of the booth and heading for the exit. As they stepped into the cooling evening, a group of lads clustered near the alley beside the pub caught their eye—hoods up, cheap cider in hand, laughing loudly and jostling each other.

Harry braced instinctively. But the group barely glanced at them. One of the lads even nodded at Harry like he was one of them.

He blinked. “They didn’t... look at me.”

Kieran raised an eyebrow. “That’s the tracksuit talking.”

Harry looked down at himself and then back at the group. “If I were wearing my own clothes, I know they'd have looked at me different. Made some comment between themselves.”

“Yup,” Kieran said. “Funny how that works.”

And as they turned the corner, heading back to the hotel to prepare for dinner, Harry realised that changing clothes had done more than disguise him. It had let him live, if just for a few hours, in someone else’s truth.

The two arrived back at the hotel and headed up to their rooms. Harry had booked everything and arranged adjoining rooms. As they headed up in the lift they agreed to freshen up, grab a shower and then head out for some food in an hour or so. Then see where the evening took them. 

Harry arrived at his door and fished his room’s key card out of his teaksuit pocket as Kieran hovered behind him. Harry tapped the card on the room lock and was already pulling the handle and pushing the door but the lock buzzed and flashed red, refusing to budge. Huffing to himself Harry had another few goes but to no avail. He turned and was about to say to Kieran that they'd have to go back to reception, only to find Kieran laughing silently.

“Wrong room mate” Kieran sniggered and pointed to the next door along. Harry was about to respond but realized that when the pair had swapped clothes, Kierans tracksuit bottoms still had his room key in the pocket. 

It made sense he guessed. If he was gonna be Keiran then he should probably stay in Keiran’s room. 

Harry stepped along and swiped the key card at the next door. A buzz and a green light. Harry pushed the handle and opened the door, pausing in the entrance. “Wanna hang out for a bit?” He asked, glancing across at Kieran. “We've got plenty of time and it won't take me long to get ready”.

Kieran looked at his watch. Well, the watch he was wearing. It was Harry’s large silver plated divers watch. At that moment Harry realized how much trust he was putting in to someone who really was a stranger. What if Keiran made a break for it? Disappeared with Harrys stuff once they were alone? But at the same time Harry realized he didn't care. Not really. He could replace the stuff. Plus he trusted Keiran. Somewhere he recognized the bond they had already built. 

“Sure” Kieran replied, “can have 15 mins. Check your room out.” Kieran flashed that grin again as Harry held the door open and Keiran wandered in. 

The door shut behind the pair with a thud and Harry found himself stood next to Keiran at the end of the pristinely turned down bed. Harry realized that Kieran was playing his part, waiting to be invited to sit down like it wasn't his room. 

“Grab a seat” Harry motioned and Kieran slid himself into the rooms one easy chair. Harry looked around. The room was almost identical to ‘his’, the only difference being a large gym bag dumped by the window and a phone charger and some loose change on the bedside table. Harry sat himself on the bed and kicked off his trainers, stretching himself out. Harry flexed his toes, watching them move inside the white sports socks he was wearing, the cuff of his tracksuit sliding up his legs exposing the full length of those socks. Harry realised they were quite damp. Some of it was his him but Harry remembered that they had felt pretty damp when he first pulled them on. He found himself wondering if Keiran's socks smelled. Harry guessed he would find out soon enough. 

The two chatted for a while. They talked about how different they had felt in the pub. How exciting this had all been so far. Then, after a while,  Keiran stood up and stepped across the room. “I'd better make a move and get freshened up if we're gonna head out at 6.30.”

Harry instinctively stood up and stepped forward to see his guest out. As he got close to Keiran the other man did not move but allowed Harry to stand close up to him. The two looked into each others eyes in a moment of electricity. Then instinctively Harry moved forward, his face closing in on Keiran's. He could feel Keiran's breath drift across his cheek before their lips met. Their breath intermingled as they pressed their lips together, both of them almost shivering in anticipation. Harry could feel Keiran's tongue snake out and descend into Harry's mouth. It brushed Harry's teeth and slathered across his own tongue.

Harry could feel Keiran's hands running over him. Rubbing on the cotton of his tracksuit. He felt Keiran's hand instinctively cup Harry's crotch and gently squeeze. There was no hiding how hard Harry was right now. 

Then Keiran pulled back and the two gazed into each others eyes for a split second before Keiran gave Harry a peck on the cheek. “See you downstairs in about forty minutes then?” Keiran called over his shoulder as he headed to the door. 

“Sure, see you then” Harry replied as he sat back on the edge of the bed, his head buzzing with the afternoons events.

The door clicked shut again and Harry let out a long breath. 

[8-rae-rae-8]

i am feeling angry for no reason. and someone has to suffer for this, so let it be my dearest phillip graves ❤️

make him suffer violently. physically, mentally, and emotionally. maybe on their own, but hopefully in pairs at least (maybe even all three if you're feeling really sadistic).

but wait! a moment! give him a crumb of comfort. he cherishes it but it simultaneously makes him feel guilty beyond belief because he quite honestly believes he doesn't deserve it for betraying the people he wanted to be friends with under means of just trying to keep himself and his shadows alive. the comfort makes him let down his shields a bit, but that just makes him vulnerable for others to attack.

i do not have specifics other than this. just graves whump in every single way you can possibly think of. (all of this is /nf by the way. i've never actually given requests so i don't really know how this works)

thank you for possibly considering me, o great one. 🙇‍♂️

Thank you anon thank you, I will take this opportunity briefly to say

[CW: manipulation, child abuse, abuse, implied brief noncon, conditioning(?), mentions of death]

Imagine if you will

Phillip Graves being trained so well, from a young age, to do as he was told. To be seen, not heard. The military was an escape until he got hooked by Shepherd and, damnit, he was too weak to resist the promises he made.

He listened. He behaved. He cared, way too fucking much. Graves practically signed away his life for a chance at something more. Shadow Company was supposed to be his more. His new thing, something he'd love—and he does—but the picture gets clearer and clearer to him every day.

Those promises were fake, the benefits he got were null, the pay was worse, the work was more strenuous. But Phillip Graves learned not to complain, hushed with a finger to his lips or snapped at and scolded until he understood. He sees a little better what he's been looking at from tinted glasses.

From where he sits at Shepherd's feet as a guard dog, he's nothing more than a tool. A measley mutt, something weak and waiting to be used because he was so desperate to prove himself.

He can't dig himself out of this hole. He knows it. There's nowhere to go. Who would he run to anyway?

When he steps a foot out of line, the barely healed wounds remind him of what happens when he does. The stern gaze sends terror through him, the all too similar way his father standing in the hall with a belt would; except this time, he'd be losing a lot more than just his ability to sit for a few hours.

He's a mutt chained to a post. He can lunge and bark and bite, but it'll get him nowhere. At this point, after everything, he's not sure he deserves that regardless. Here, at least, he's made a home. Someone will ask how he is, and he'll lie away every follow-up question with a smile on his face. The way they hug him is so much more gentle. Safe. Warm.

And yet, like a dog, he'll always crawl back here to lay at his owner's feet before Shepherd can catch a glimpse of what he's doing—he always knows anyway. Another punishment, another scolding, another bruise or cut.

Weary and tired, it's hard to keep up appearances, but he does it just well enough.

Shamefully, for just a second, he believed the 141 and Los Vaqueros could see him. The chuckles, the fist bumps, the banter... He thought he'd get a chance, just one. But he never deserved that, did he? Shepherd wasted no time with them, sending orders to Graves' desk, telling him to kill each and every remaining team member. Make them pay for daring to treat Phil with an ounce of kindness.

He couldn't even say he was sorry, just tried to aim where it wouldn't kill. It had to look real, after all. Even still, he had half the thought to think that maybe, just maybe, they'd see him. See all this. The Shadows' confusion, his tenseness, his fear... Why'd he ever think he'd get lucky like that?

If he ignored the order, it would break him. Literally. His shadows would be out of jobs, god knows Shepherd isn't above sending others to kill them for no reason. He'd lie about them "going rogue" or something. He'd lose everything he ever wanted and only ever got because he was stupid enough to think this could all happen and be okay.

The shadows noted it, a little bit. They saw his panicked eyes and restless stance. The only comfort he got out there were small smiles and brief touches. Brush of the shoulders, a gentle pat. For a minute, he could believe it was okay.

The one chance at getting out was that godforsaken court room, and even then he failed when his walls kept coming down until the stupid idea someone would see this terrifying situation. But no. No one will come for him when he drowns in the ship he dared to live on. No one will see the way his eyes dart around as Shepherd clasps a threatening hand over his shoulder like it's a kind gesture. No one will hear the way he sobs that night, knowing it'll always just be him, drowning here alone.

I got carried away and I think I missed some points but it's almost 6am so

[hrtfelt4u]

heartstrings. | wonbin park.

044. be yours. (written portion)

“What’s the ETA for the others?” Wonbin asks you distractedly, turning into the parking lot of the release party’s nice venue.

You grab his phone to check, noticing all of your friends already at the location you’re now pulling into. 

“Looks like we’re the latest.” You say with amusement.

“Oh so now they want to be timely, huh?” 

You laugh, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he focuses on reversing into a spot. “You’re just mad because I didn’t let you delay us any further at mine. You can’t be late to your own party, you know.” 

Bin playfully rolls his eyes. 

“Well, I’ll have my way with you later then,” He pecks your lips after parking, eyes full of love, “Ready?”

“Yes, let’s do it.” 

You both exit the car, heading into the function. There’s a person to take your jacket at the door, and then Wonbin leads you in with a gentle hand on your waist. You’re looking around, searching for a familiar face and becoming nervous with the amount of influential people in the room. 

Of course, you knew Wonbin working for a very successful music label would warrant this type of crowd. It didn’t ease your anxieties about not fitting in as his plus-one though. 

Your boyfriend is quite well-known and is congratulated on his work as he revolves around the room, kindly introducing you to many people you’ve already forgotten the name of. You can’t make eye contact with artists you actually recognize, knowing the stress of being caught like a weirdo gawking would make your worries worse. 

After a small pause in chatting to people, Bin catches your eyes, stilling you. “What’s wrong, baby? Nervous?”

“A little. I just feel like I don’t fit in here.” You breathe out, still scanning the room. 

He pinches your chin, a small smile on his lips. “Love, you are perfect just the way you are. And you look beautiful, don’t worry about anything.” 

You nod, making an effort to believe him before your lips tucking into your mouth, gaze catching on someone over Wonbin’s shoulder. Your head immediately turns in surprise, mouth dropping with eyes wide. 

“Bin… you did not tell me Jay would be here.”

Wonbin makes a similar face to you, catching your ex across the room when he subtly turns. “Well… shit. I shouldn’t be surprised. Any producer with good connections would be here right now.” 

“Yikes…” You whisper, avoiding eye contact with him, “This is awkward, him seeing us here together. Especially after my last run-in with him.” 

Bin grins down at you, humor spreading on his expression. “Not any more awkward than my ex about to approach us.” 

“What?” You seethe out, about to whip around but Bin holds your elbow still. 

“Congratulations, Binnie,” Yujin slides in slyly, raising a glass of champagne with a saccharine voice. 

Wonbin belatedly reacts, choosing not to clink his nursing glass to hers, “To you as well.” 

She hums at his short response, her eyes going over to his arm over your form. “YN! Surprised to see you again! You look beautiful.” 

Internally, you’re bubbling with spite at the back-handed comment but know putting on an unbothered face is better for the situation. Wonbin opens his mouth to interrupt and put her in her place but you just grip his arm tighter to stop him.

“You look gorgeous as well.” 

“Thanks! There’s lots of friends and family around. A bunch of cool artists too. Let me know if you want me to introduce you to anyone.” 

You only nod, hopefully this woman would get the hint you don’t fuck with her. Yujin continues to hold Wonbin capture in conversation, promptly ignoring you. You would continue to be bothered by it but you notice Jurin and Anton’s figures from across the room. 

You thank the higher powers above, excusing yourself with Wonbin reluctantly letting his hold on you go when you gesture to them across the room. His subtle face of being betrayed and left alone makes you laugh a little as you walk away, knowing he’d be whining about it later. 

You’re grateful for the reprieve, taking a deep breath to grab another flute of champagne. Jurin and Anton give hugs in greeting, gesturing grandly behind them at the big table of appetizers. 

“Oh thank goodness there’s food. I need to stress eat.” You giggle, beginning to make a small plate for yourself. 

“You’re not alone. Hannie’s stuffing his face in the corner.” Tonie points to your mutual friend, doing said thing while conversing with someone. 

“What’s he to be worried about? I’m stressed because I just met Ravyn Lenae. He’s practically rubbing shoulders with celebrities on a daily basis.” “You’re dramatic,” Jurin rolls her eyes, “It’s because he spotted Gaeul here as Yujin’s plus one. He’s more eating away his angry words.” 

“Oh, don’t remind me,” You shove a cracker in your mouth, “I just abandoned Binnie in Yujin’s company. I can’t stand her fake politeness, knowing she’s tried to get back with him whilst knowing my existence.” 

“Are you going to say anything to her? Heard she’s been flirting with your man.” Tonie teasingly sings, bumping your shoulder. 

“No, why would I? If he was that easy to steal, she could go ahead. Besides, I’m pretty confident Wonbin despises her more than I do at this point.” 

You lead their gaze to your boyfriend afar, his expression bordering on full annoyance. 

“Way for the tides to change. I don’t know why I ever told that girl Wonbin was single.” Jurin murmurs, taking a big sip of her drink. 

“You could say the same about Gaeul and Hannie,” Tonie mumbles, “Speaking of, who did our charming boy come with?”

Instantly, a smug smile grows on you and Jurin’s faces, contributing to Anton’s confusion. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get a kick out of this.” You laugh.

As if on cue, Sohee appears exiting a hallway from the bathroom. Your co-worker is dressed impeccably, seeing as you’ve never seen your friend attend an occasion in a suit. He approaches his date, throwing an arm over Seunghan’s shoulder with a silly smile and a whisper in his friend’s ear. 

The two are clearly here for a little prank, teasing Gaeul by the bar who keeps looking over to the two, a mix of bewilderment and shock written in her body language. 

Anton is cracking up, almost spilling his drink all over the floor. You and Jurin join in when Sohee and Hannie purposefully kiss each other’s cheek to really sell this whole joke of them being together. Anyone that knows them well enough can read through all this to see Sohee is hating every second under his breath.

“And I thought Channie was the worst when committing to bits. This is another level.” Jurin sighs out, holding her stomach from laughing too much. 

“I think they should kiss on the lips to really sell it.” You smirk, hiding your expression behind your flute of champagne. 

Sohee finally notices your arrival, quickly tugging Seunghan up from his seat and bidding goodbye to their company. 

“Surprise, surprise.” Sohee sings, dapping up Tonie.

“He is way too giddy to be here right now.” Hannie mumbles, shaking his head. 

Jurin tugs on Hannie’s arm to toss it over Sohee’s shoulder, “C’mon boys! Really give off boyfriend vibes right now.” “I was just saying earlier, I think you two need to kiss to sell it.” You squint at the two, shoving at Sohee. 

Hannie purses his lips, about to lean in but the latter panics, jerking away like he’s about to touch fire. 

“Too much, man! God, the things I do to get a glimpse at PinkPantheress…”

“Aw, you’re not just here for me? I’m hurt…” Hannie pouts in joking.

“Did you see a while back that Channie tagged Yujin and Gaeul on one of your dumbass tweets?” Tonie mentions with humor. 

Hannie only shrugs, clearly unbothered. “Meh. On the topic of exes, I saw He Who Must Not Be Named wandering around earlier.” 

“Ah, Jay?” Jurin raises a perfect brow at, “Is that why he’s floating around us like Casper the Ghost?” 

You finally notice his presence, lost as to what his deal was. At your observance, he finally comes over.

“Having a good time, everyone?” He asks politely, everyone putting on a nice expression at his bravery to walk over. 

Multiple of you reply with meek responses, Jay and Seunghan starting to converse about their work. Sneaking up, Sion scares Jurin from behind, forcing the latter to slap him on instinct. 

“Where have you been?” Tonie urgently whispers. You’re lost as to why he’s so concerned and it shows his face.

“ He’s my plus one. Juria rejected the poor guy. Sion answers your silent question, promptly ignoring his best friend’s question. 

“I did not get rejected. She said no because we’re not together and that it would’ve been weird if I brought her along.”

“Oh really?” Sion purses his lips, “That’s news to me! What have you two hooligans been doing anyway? Lollygagging about, toeing between the lines of dating and not?” 

“You’re insufferable. Leave the two alone.” You muse, heavily entertained at Sion’s confrontation while you lean on his shoulder.

“What? Aren’t you curious too?” Sion peeks down at you, “These two will give me an aneurysm by age 30.” 

“Mind your own business. Besides, I’d wait for a millenia for her if need be.” Anton shrugs, his true feelings reflecting through with the big grin on his cheeks.

“Impossible to mind my business given the nature of this friend group. And by the way, you’re a lovesick loser.” Sion simply states. You nod to back him up, Anton’s eyes going between you two with blinking eyes. 

“Now I understand why Wonbin tries to keep you two apart.” 

“Ridiculous. My Binnie poo would never try to separate me from my twin.” Sion gasps. 

Seunghan and Jay have stopped talking, the latter interrupting your guys’ discussion to speak to you. 

“YN! How have you been?” 

Taken aback on his confidence to speak to you, you give a small smile, lost on how to respond. 

“... Good! How about you?” 

“Been doing alright. Hope you’ve been well since the last time I saw you.” 

Your jaw shifts, nodding deliberately slowly. “Right… yes. I’ve been doing great.”

“Oh, she has been.” 

Wonbin comes up from behind, a fake smile plastered on his features following his words. He kisses your cheek to send a message. 

“Happy to see you again, Jay.”

He doesn’t respond, making strong eye contact with Wonbin before decidingly walking away. Jurin whistles low, shoving at Binnie’s shoulder after. 

“You are heartless.”

“I’m actually curious,” You chirp, smiling softly up to your boyfriend, “What did you say to him last time?”

“Well, he asked me how I knew you,” Wonbin notes, curling a piece of hair behind your ear softly, “And I told him that we’re talking. He accused me of playing with your heartstrings, given my reputation.”

You scoff. “That’s rich of him.” 

“Exactly. I said I’d treat you better than he ever would, and the next time we’d meet, I’d be yours.”

You roll your eyes at his confidence. “You’re lucky you’re right, you know? Otherwise your next run-in with him would’ve been really embarrassing for you.”

“I am very lucky.” 

“Get a room, you two!” Sohee squawks, pretending to gag. 

Bin simply grabs a cracker from your plate and eats it, a smug smile on his lips. “God forbid a man appreciate his amazing catch of a girlfriend.” 

“Boo!” Sohee moans, throwing up a big thumbs-down towards the both of you until Hannie wrangles him in by the neck. “Why are you jealous? Your amazing boyfriend is right here!” Hannie giggles, forcing him closer for another kiss on the cheek. 

Sohee only bares his teeth and accepts his fate. “I refuse to be humiliated like this ever again.”

You all laugh, enjoying each other’s company. As everyone converses, your anxieties lessen, and you know you should be thanking the man by your side. Looking up to Wonbin, he’s grinning while listening to your mutual friends. 

He’s practically radiant, glowing compared to everyone else in the room and a sense of pride in his accomplishments grows in your chest. Many other people have worked hard alongside him here but you’ve seen Wonbin’s dedication the most. 

You tuck into his side more, giving your lover a tight squeeze. He glances down to you, as always, noticing your shift in mood and grinning. 

“You okay, pretty?”

“By your side? Always.”

___

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author's note: we're wrapping up soon :') so crazy that it's almost over...

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