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taintedcigs · 1 year ago

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vol 1; made to break your heart — king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader

summary: in which you see your ex making out with someone else leaving you with no choice but to fall right into the lap of his enemy, steve harrington. (wc: 5.2k+)

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, or*l sx (receiving and giving oop), some good ol’ bj, drinking, drgs, weed basically, no use of ‘y/n’, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, they are both switches but idk if that counts??, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater, steve is an arrogant bastard, and hes got a big BIG di–heart. some lil’ eddie mention that u might miss if u blink!

authors note: i am kinda thinking a pt.2 of this IM open to all ideas, but i kinda am thinking of making it like a mini-series? and maybe introduce eddie in the second part, and then make part 3 steddie? mmmhmm? what do we think? my asks r open for all and any ideass anyways not proofread bc of my lazy ass. ignore any mistakes.

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Booming music filled your ears, sweaty bodies swaying away from you but you couldn't care less.

Whispers from your back, collected gasps, and all you could do was watch.

Fingertips clutched on your dress in fury, gaze unable to tear away from the scene playing out right in front of your eyes.

Tina’s lips were locked onto Billy’s, you thought it was pretty soon to be swapping salivas considering it had been barely two days since he broke up with you.

The red cup in your hand was almost smushed from the hardened impact of your fists, with a quick go, you downed it, ignoring Tommy and Carol’s cackles as they watched you.

With a roll of your eyes, you were quick to turn away from them, ignoring your friends calling out for your name—you didn’t need this, you didn’t need to be pampered. You just needed a generous amount of drinks, and maybe someone to keep yourself busy with.

Tina and her lame-ass party could go fuck themselves.

Billy was an asshole, no real surprise there. And you didn’t care, because the relationship had run its course, again. Tough shit. You were used to it. Another break up with him.

You didn’t care about it, the only thing you cared about was him crossing the line, making out with another girl in front of everyone.

Each break, the two of you fucked whoever you wanted to fuck, just to end up together again, drunkenly. But this time he made it everyone’s problem, and you couldn’t let him get away with that.

The whispers, and the collective giggles every time you passed by were making your blood boil.

You couldn’t let that dipshit ruin your reputation, you weren’t going to pathetically pine over someone who could barely make you cum. And you weren’t going to let any of those gossiping assholes think otherwise.

You stumble onto the porch with a string of curses leaving your pouty lips, quick to fish out a joint courtesy to that Munson kid, always providing you with the best weed, either free or cheap, depending on how much you adjusted your skirt or batted your lashes at him.

Maybe, you should pay him a visit. For fucks sake, you’ve seen him play, and he could roll a joint blindfolded, he knew how to put those fingers to use.

You could just imagine the scorching look on Billy’s face, his velvety lips scrunched together, a sickening feeling sinking into his stomach, knowing that you fucked Eddie Munson, the guy he always went to get his weed from.

The idea of it brings a delicious smirk to your lips. But it wouldn’t be enough, no. You needed something more, something bigger.

“Need a lighter, honey?” A coarse, smooth tone has your head cocking, the joint sitting on your lips rising with the impact.

Steve fucking Harrington.

Falling right into your lap.

Billy would’ve flipped the fuck out if he knew. He always warned you about him, telling you that Harrington was off limits, no matter what. Well, until now.

Your gaze locks with his, dangerous, filthy, and exactly where you want him. Before you can drag out the joint to answer him, he acts quicker, brushing his fingertips on your chin, almost tugging you closer to him, he licks his lips, wetting them with a chuckle.

With a gentle flicker of his lighter, the tip of the joint smolders, casting a warm glow to your face that accentuates the smirk curved on your lips.

Your dress rides up your thighs when you straighten up, taking an inhale from the joint, you blow the smoke in his face without a care. He eyes each of your movements, the stupid grin sitting on his lips growing wider the more his eyes move up and down your body. You almost want to chuckle at how easy this is.

But you also know Steve’s type, you have to make them chase you a little bit, give them a little thrill, before you finally give in. And you had already been doing that, for the longest time.

Always teasing him, but never giving in. Your hands always brushed past his bicep just enough to let him know you were interested, eyelashes always fluttered at him, teeth biting on your bottom lip as you checked him out.

The little game had been fun, but you never plucked up the courage to fully give in to him, Billy would’ve lost his shit. Besides, you knew his type, and you didn’t want to be one of his other trophies. And you didn’t have to be, you just had to use him to get yourself off, and piss Billy off. The second you walked into a room with him, you knew the party would be buzzing with the gossip.

You had the perfect excuse, the perfect excuse to finally divulge your fantasies, all the cheerleaders always blabbered about him, calling him an ass, but an ass who knew how to properly use his fingers and that dangerous mouth.

Exactly what you fucking need.

You had been pent up enough for the months you were with Billy.

This would be a little reward.

“All alone?” He was smug, he absolutely knew about the break-up and possibly saw Tina and Billy’s show, so he knew this was the perfect opportunity to have you in his palm. In a fucked up way, that made you want him more, the unspoken game grew more intense with that gaze of his, he had the same idea you did. The fucker was smooth.

You nod curtly, not wanting to just fall into his lap. No matter how good he looked in those Levi’s jeans that cupped his ass perfectly. Why was he so fucking interesting to you? Arms all toned, face adorned with tiny moles, he almost seemed mystical.

And oh god, his hair. That soft, perfectly layered chestnut brown locks, so effortlessly cool that you just wanted to run your hair through it, tugging at it the more his lips sucked on your clit.

God, the thought had your thighs pressing together uncomfortably.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be all alone at a party,” he pouted mockingly. “Where’s that boy toy of yours?” He tutted, hand dangerously planted on your back, ghosting over your hips.

That elicited a giggle out of you, “Didn’t you hear all the rumors, pretty boy?” You leaned further, hand extending to offer him a huff. His attention was somewhere else though, eyes widening the more he admired you in that dress, showing off your curves in all the right way, tits almost busting out of your chest.

God, he had been waiting for this moment, an opportunity to have you, the second he fucking met you. But Billy got to you first.

“We broke up.” That brought his attention back to you, a smirk played on his lips when he leaned into your hand, lips wrapping around the tip of the joint, he sucked on it but his dark amber eyes remained on you.

With an inhale, “Good.” He mumbled, “knew that dipshit couldn’t handle someone like you.”

“You need someone better take care of you…” he hummed, nose dipping closer to your features, “someone who knows how to handle all of this.” His hands were placed on your waist, traveling all over your body.

Your breath was quick to get caught in your throat, a whine leaving your lips with how forward he was being.

And shit, you understood the appeal, you always did, but this time, you were sure your hunger for him grew faster than you intended to. You were in his palm, and you were more than okay with it.

“Yeah?” You teased with a giggle, head falling on his shoulder, brain getting fuzzier.

“I can make you forget him.” He’s bold, and it has your thighs rubbing together.

“By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember his name, or how to walk.” He’s so close to your ear, breath fanning against your breath as you almost shudder, but you play it off.

“You’re all talk, Harrington.” You licked your glossy lips, head slightly tilted to the side, teasing him just enough.

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you’ve heard the rumors, and I know you want this as much as you do.” The cocky bastard licks his lips, and you want nothing more than to bite them.

“Oh, yeah?”

“The way you press your thighs together, that little whine you just did when I barely touched you… Tells me all I need to fuckin’ know.” He whispers, and you almost whine out when a sloppy kiss is planted on your neck, harsh and needy.

“You’ll be screamin’ and beggin’ for me, angel.”

Your brows raise in interest. “That a promise?”

“Uh-huh.” He gives you a boyish grin.

“You’re on, King Steve.”

It didn’t take the two of you long enough to find an empty bedroom, lips, and teeth clashing as soon as the door closed.

The wandering eyes of the party had followed you up until that point, so you knew as soon as the two of you left the room with your sexed-up looks, everyone would know.

And you would finally have a sweet release after months of Billy’s selfishness.

A win-win.

You let his curious hands wander around your body, quick to almost rip off your dress, he wants to savor this moment, wants the image of your body engraved in his mind, stuck into the back of it just so he can fish it out whenever he can.

But he’s impatient, he’s waited for this. Wanted you longer than ever, and finally, you’re putty at his hands, ready to take whatever he’s going to give—or at least that’s what he thinks— And he’s feeling greedy. His mouth is pressed onto yours, sucking on your tongue before he lowers you down on the bed, you giggle softly when you sink into it, and Steve has never felt like this before, the hunger in his eyes ignites a spark of pleasure within you, quick to dampen your thighs with need.

A shocked gasp escapes your lips once he unhooks your bra with his left hand. Oh, he’s good. “Pretty baby,” he murmurs before his mouth is latched onto your nipples. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” He groans into your chest, hand toying with your lace panties, shaky breaths escape his lips as he earns more whines from you.

You look ethereal, with your mouth hung open, teeth biting on your glossed-up lips, head thrown back. Just like he knew you’d be.

The more he circles around your panties the more you feel that pent-up desire burning inside of you, all those orgasmless months with Billy, and Steve was going to elicit more with just a flick of his fingers than you ever had through the entire relationship.

Maybe that’s why he always called you a bitch.

“Steve,” your whines come out pathetically as he looks up at you, layered hair already disheveled and that goddamn smirk sitting on his pretty lips.

“Already beggin’, honey?” He mocks with a grin, tugging on your nipple, all teeth and no mercy. His tongue is making its way further down, soft, wet strokes tickle your body.

“Fuck off,” You spit at him, barely, words dying down your throat when he’s quick to rip away your lacy panties. His light honey eyes are so much darker now, head thrown back when he visually drinks in your glistening pussy.

You look so fucking perfect, thighs spread apart, him between them, mouth hung open and ready to take all of him. He makes a mental image of it, burning it to the back of his mind.

“C’mon sweetheart, let King Steve know what you want, what you really need.” His voice is smooth and coarse, fingertips circling around your clit harder the more you whine for him.

“Do you need my fingers, baby? My mouth?” You moan at that, audibly. It has him chuckling darkly once he realizes how depraved you really are, one touch from him and you’re already soaking his fingers, whining like a pretty little slut.

If he knew how much you’d be such a good girl for him, he would’ve done this much sooner. Would’ve ruined your pretty little pussy for anyone else, Billy would’ve had no chance over him.

“Has that asshole not been makin’ you cum?” It was more of a rhetorical question, but the way you shook your head with a pout, had him melting. He really had you and didn’t know how to take good care of you? What a fucking loser.

“Holy fuckin’ shit… not even with his mouth?” His eyes widened, he really didn’t think Billy would be that bad, everything was working to his advantage.

“He- uh- he never…” You stammered, getting uncharacteristically embarrassed because it was, truly embarrassing. All those months with him, and half the time you faked it. Selfish prick.

“Never? Oh, baby…” He coos with a dangerous smirk, lip all pouty and mocking, “No wonder you were so desperate for me. You really needed this, huh?” He almost gave a chuckle, caressing your pussy with his middle finger, getting you all ready.

“Jerk-” You want to curse out his cockiness, tell him you don’t need him. Keep him grounded, but the whines he’s pulling out of you are enough to make him grin like a Cheshire cat.

Your breath gets shakier when his finger easies into your walls. “Sshh, relax, baby.” He coos.

“I’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good, doll.” His fingers are slickly working their way in and out of you, filthy sounds mingling with your moans as his nose brushes over your clit, causing your hips to start rocking up to him.

“Had this pretty little thing, and didn’t even know how to take care of it, hmm? What a waste,” He hummed sweetly, index finger thrusting in and out of your sloppy walls.

“If I had known you’d be this fuckin’ soaked, I would’ve done this much sooner,” he taunts, fingers curling inside of you, enjoying the way you gasp out and buck your hips for more.

He dives in, pressing the flat of his tongue against your swollen lips, enjoying, fully tasting you. With a satisfied hum, he brings his eyes to meet yours, all fucked out, “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, had this sweet pussy but never even tasted it… What a fuckin’ dumbass… I’ll give you what you deserve, baby…”

He’s going to explode soon, if he doesn’t make you cum and then fuck you senseless. He can feel his balls draw up more and more, each time you whine, each time you plead for his name as a whisper.

He flicks the tip meticulously, giving you attention everywhere and anywhere, just like he knew you’d like it. “You know, I usually would never do this on a first date,” He mocks, grinning all mouthy and you attempt to dive his mouth further into you, to shut his arrogant ass up, and that fucker resists, “But god, you’re an exception… just begging to be fucked, you deserve this honey, can’t be selfish with you.”

His licks are heavenly, sucking on your clit like a man possessed, and his name falls from your lips in such a filthy way that you don’t even care how pathetic you look anymore. You accept it, you let him take full control, trashing beneath him.

“You like that, angel?” His words are muffled into your cunt, the pad of his thumb still circling around your entrance while he sucks on your clit. Your head sinks further into the softness of the bed, eyes squeezed shut, breaking apart with just his tongue. He moans into your soppy walls, sending a shock wave of pleasure to ripple through you.

He doesn’t even need your words, the visual of you squirming underneath him is enough to have him all bricked up, you taste like the sweetest sin. Velvety walls so tight that it has him bucking his hips into the bed, desperate for some friction, he needs you. And he’s sure he never wanted someone this badly before.

“So fuckin’ special, aren’t you? Such a desperate baby…” You can feel his bulge against your thigh, sitting prettily and throbbing against his boxers. You always heard how big he was, but fuck, you finally get to feel it, and it’s glorious.

And he twitched in his boxers just from eating you out? God, he was fucking perfect.

He dips his head just enough to muffle out a few more words, “I wanna taste you fully, angel. Want you to soak my tongue.” He dives in before you can reply, eliciting dirtier moans from you, alternating between his fingers and his tongue.

He doesn’t care about anything else but you, he wants you panting for him, cumming all over his tongue while you scream his name.

Your thighs start to shake once he pushes two fingers inside of you, gentle but rough enough to have you squirming and bucking your hips more into him, you’re at his mercy, and he loves how tight you are. Just the thought of your tight cunt milking his cock dry has his eyes rolling.

“S-steve,” you breathe out roughly, enjoying how his tongue is licking up that sweet spot. “I know baby,” he taunts all cockily, admiring the way your thighs shake with need. You’re going to cum soon and that prick can feel it.

“N-need to cum, please,” your pleading is unintentional, you just need a desperate release, and he’s so fucking good.

“Cum for me, angel, be a good girl for me, yeah?” Your eyes squeeze shut at the praise, and he takes note of that, admiring the way you tighten around his tongue and fingers at the praise.

His fingers are quick, making you scream out his name louder and louder. “That’s it pretty girl… cum for me.” Arrogant fuck, you wish to say, but the way he laps up your juices has you whining like a little slut. And his smirk grows wider, a wet patch forming on his boxers with how hard he’s straining them, pathetically needing to be inside of you.

You tremble, trash, squirm beneath him, his touches and stripes of licks finally enough to have your stomach twisting, with final screams of “Steve!” and “F-fuck!” the coil inside of you snaps, orgasm overtaking you with such force that your eyes are glued shut.

A gush of sweetness trickles along Steve’s tastebuds, you taste so fucking good that it drives him even crazier, lapping up at your juices and not stopping until he’s sure you’ve collapsed under him.

He’s grinning like crazy, lips all glossy with your juices, and he looks so fucking pretty like this. It makes you want to return the favor.

So badly. And the need to know if the title Big Daddy Steve really suits him or not stirs your stomach, your core pooling with need. If it’s true, your mouth waters with the desire to have him, he looks delicious, and you know he’ll look much more yummy while he’s fucking your mouth, pretty praises leaving his pale rosy lips.

The avoidant part of you screams at you to not do this, but your core is begging for more.

Maybe, just maybe, you could return the favor but still toy with him, take control, and mess with his mind.

Enough to have him begging, pleading for more from you.

As if he can hear your dilemma, he drags you back in, wrapping his fist around your hair as he pulls you toward him and draws your bottom lip into his mouth, all teeth, sucking with an exaggerated hum, “Do you like the way you taste on my tongue?” He mutters against your ear, licking a stripe of your neck.

Jesus, fuck. Now, you had to return the favor.

“Tastes so sweet,” you giggle, you are going to suck him off, but you are going to lead the way now. A smirk gleams on your lips. Teasingly, your hands trace the edge of his boxers, enough to earn a rude whine from him as you squeeze him through the harsh fabric.

You’re quick to yank his shirt off of him without a warning, and he’s quick to flaunt his well-muscled, heaving chest.

Asshole.

With a strong flip, you manage to straddle him, taking him by surprise while you grin at him, and to say Steve is intrigued would be an understatement, his cock twitches at your brow raise. “What are you doing, baby?” He still manages to be so cool that your thighs ache.

“Returning the favor,” you shrug with a smirk, eliciting low grumbles from him when you lower yourself on his chest, leaving sloppy kisses, mouth tracing a trail that leads to his delicious v-line.

You lift the elastic away from his waist, freeing his throbbing tip, the red tip slaps against his abdomen, and your brows pinch together in astonishment admiring it.

Jesus fucking Christ, he was not all talk.

King Steve, indeed.

You had to hand it down to those gossipy cheerleaders, they had described him to a t, perfect girth, slightly bent to the left, and big, really fucking big, you probably needed to use your hands along with your glossed lips to take all of him in.

He chuckled at your expression, basking in the glory of your widened eyes, “Like what you see, angel?” Another taunt, but you ignore it with a smirk this time. Pooling saliva in your mouth, you spit on the angry tip, Steve hisses at the impact and watches with a low grumble once you wrap your palm around his shaft.

He reveled in how perfectly your soft manicured fingers looked around his delicate bubblegum pink tip, attending to his every need.

Your warm fingers are working their way around his cock, coating his length with your spit as you tugged at it gently, causing his eyes to nearly roll back in his head.

He tries his best to swallow his groans, but his hips desperately jerk up at your hand, desperately fucking it, rendering you speechless.

“You like that, baby?” Your tone was teasing, and if he didn’t feel like he was about to explode he would’ve gripped your hair and fucked your mouth with such roughness that all that you would be thinking about would be his huge cock, punishing you for being such a tease, but he was the one wrapped around your finger now, literally.

“S’big, Stevie,” you coyly batted your lashes at him, and a shuddered breath left your parted lips as you looked up at him between his thighs.

He almost wept at the sight, shit shit shit, you were all of his dreams wrapped into one, and he could barely speak. Your palm easily glided down his length, saliva working as a lubricant as you teased him further.

Your other palm was quick to cup his balls, massaging them and giving them a gentle tug, while your other hand still glided down his length, enjoying the way he struggled not to let out loud groans in your hold.

Without any other word, your head tilted down, quick to mouth the tip of his intense tip, it was almost hot to touch, waiting to be attended to, so needy. Just like him.

You swipe his tip, collecting his pearl of pre-cum gently. “Jesus f-fuck!” Pathetic coarse whines leave his parted lips, he lets you take control, eyes clenched tightly.

You give his tip more kitten licks, trying to get your throat ready for his lengthy cock. “Just like that, honey,” He praises with his head thrown back, he avoids looking into your eyes, knowing that the fucked out look on your face as your pouty lips wrapped around his cock would be enough to have him spill down your throat in seconds.

And it would be a bit embarrassing for Steve, to lose his reputation to you in a matter of seconds.

“More…” He demands, but you ignore it while you continue your teasing sweet flicks on his tip, feeling him twitch around your tongue. “Pretty girl,” He whines and jolts his pelvis for more, desperate and needy. Just where you want him.

“Mhmm?” You whine with your mouth full, it sends a rush of pleasure through him, “Suck it, baby,” he whines again, this time pained with need. Your greedy eyes smile up at him and he’s sure you have done something to him.

Because he never wanted to cum this bad before. He wants to wipe that smirk off your face while you gag on his cum, struggling to swallow all of it as it spills down your cheeks, glistening your breasts, ruining that gloss forever, and instead, you walk around with his semen all over your face and lips.

It pulls a twisted groan out of him, you make him feel so perverted and he can’t fucking help himself. You finally accept his pleas, and with one glorious tug, you finally wrap your lips around his cock, fully, getting teary-eyed each time you try to take more of his flesh.

Steve can’t help himself, his head is dipped down, and he immediately feels his balls ache at the visual of you, crystal tears staining your cheeks, and even then, that lewd look did not leave your eyes.

“F-fucking slut, just like that,” His groans are uncontrollable, hips bucking further into your mouth. You don’t let him yank you by your hair, just yet. You let your mouth adjust to him, sucking him deep and tight.

“Such a good girl, suckin’ my cock with all she has, mmpf.” His praise has your core clenching, damn him.

He admires your pouty lips fully wrapped around his flesh, sucking and hollowing your cheeks as you wail for him, “Shit, shit, baby, l-look so pretty with my cock down your throat, mmhmm…” He coos, words incoherent.

“Will look even prettier with my cum shooting down that throat, isn’t that right, angel?” You hummed in agreement, looking up at him with your dark, hooded gaze, an unintentional grin playing on your lips.

He mumbled a string of curses, praising you, worshipping you. You continued your stroke on his base harshly, working the head with your tongue, a new angle that had him go absolutely insane.

“Mmmhmm, need your cum, Stevie.” You mumbled, momentarily letting your hand do all the work before you dove back in, taking his stiff cock deep in your throat, he had been struggling before, but your words were his last straw.

Because it was exactly what he fucking wanted, owning your mouth, and fucking it with ease.

His palm turned into a fist the second he held your hair, yanking it down as he pushed you further down on his cock, enjoying the way it hit the back of your throat, you gagged around it, all teary and Steve’s head fell back in pure ecstasy. “Y-yes, yes, fuck!”

“Gonna cum, baby, mmmpf, god-” He panted, his cock twitching more and more you sucked on him.

“Gonna fuckin’ s-shit-” He shuddered, thighs shaking while your throat continued to squeeze the tip of his cock, and once you gave his balls some more attention, he knew he was a goner.

“Fuckin’ give i-it to you,” He barely let out when his eyes glued shut together, almost rolling to the back of his head when you gagged around his cock, with a glorious groan of “Fuuuuuck!” Steve came in your mouth, hips still bucking into your throat as a spurt of his warm load spilled down your throat, coating it nicely.

You only let go of his softened cock with a ‘pop!’ sound once you made sure you sucked him dry, swallowing all of it while Steve watched you with such a dazzled look that it almost made you want to do more with him. But, no. This had been enough.

You enjoyed his salty taste in your mouth and the way his fingers and mouth worked inside of you. And that was enough for you. For now.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” He grumbled a chuckle that had you grinning and winking at him. God, men really were easy. One blowjob and Steve was already looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life.

You had to go easy on him, tell him that you weren’t going to let him fuck you.

Because you got what you wanted, an orgasm, and the reputation of fucking “King Steve”, everyone would be gossiping about the two of you by now, it was a matter of time before that douchebag found out.

He tried to pull you in for a kiss, but you were quick to dodge it, getting up from the softness of the bed with a groan while Steve curiously eyed you.

His brows were quick to pinch together, watching the way you easily slipped your tight dress on your body while you admired yourself in the mirror. Rubbing your lips together to fix your gloss, fingertips cleaning over the smeared mascara running down your cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” He inquired, his face quick to fall down.

You shrugged nonchalantly, “I want to go dance,” brows then raised in excitement “Ooohh! Maybe I could get some more weed, have you seen Munson around?” You questioned, that lustful look still dancing in your eyes.

“Uhhh…” he stammered, still confused on what the fuck just happened. “Y-yeah I think-”

“Thank fuckin’ god!” You hummed with a giggle, rushing over to his side, sloppily planting a kiss on his cheek, all shiny and smeared with his juices.

You were halfway through the door when Steve’s protests stopped you. “Wait, wait, wait!” He straightened up, softened cock and all, his glistening chest was begging to be touched, but as you decided, not today.

“What the fuck? I thought-”

“What?” You asked cluelessly, brows raised.

“We were just getting started, angel,” He tried, but his voice wasn’t as arrogant or confident as it was before, and it took you so much to not let your lips twitch into a smirk.

One orgasm and he was already broken? Steve was fun to play with it.

Your giggle at him would’ve felt mocking if you didn’t do it so prettily, Steve just watched in awe.

The poor boy.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, would you?” You tilted your head with a pout. Oh, you were good, he had to give you that.

Because once he literally got a taste of you, he wasn’t going to stop.

His lips kissed his teeth, it was surely hypocritical of him to think this was unfair since that’s what he always did to other girls.

“But–”

“See you around, pretty boy,” you cooed, throwing a wink toward his way, and shutting the door with that. Leaving Steve all alone.

He had never felt this way before. The way his cock twitched just the thought of you again had his mind flooding, you used him, gave him the best fucking head of his life, and then left.

Maybe this game would’ve pissed him off if someone else did it to him, if it was any other girl he would’ve lost interest, thinking she was trying too fucking hard, but it was you.

And all it did was drive Steve crazier, and make the chase all the more fun, and Steve was nothing, if not persuasive.

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luffyvace · 5 months ago

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yandere hero & villain hxh au

to explain this is uhhh, idk how. But I’ll do my best!! Basically the main 4 & the hunter association are heroes and the villains are the phantom troupe!!

Request via dms by: @animerules898

I’m not sure if they wanted the whole hxh verse to argue over you or if they meant separately…. But I’m gonna do separately but the yandere feels like the heroes/villains wanna take you away 💃👍

Light! Yandere! Themes, nothing too crazy ofc!! (Part 2 here!!)

Gon 🎣 and Killua 🪀!!

Yeah I’m just gonna lump these two together bc they’d definitely help each other out‼️

but the thing is by lumping them together idk if they’d be sharing or separate, and since this is from reader pov there’ll be a 3rd party I say they don’t share, so I think I’ll go with sharing anyway

alright now that that’s settled!

first off they’ll protect you with they’re life, even if your strong

like actually, they’ll give they’re life to make you keep living, and the other must take care of you

or if they both do then make sure you live in for them!

but onto a light topic- they’re really only yandere when they feel jealous or when your in danger, otherwise they’re really playful and friendly ofc, so you likely won’t be scared of them unless they kidnap you or smth-

if your not they’ll be especially protective of you and at least one of them is near you at all times

things don’t get any safer after you become hunters so they’ll either teach you nen or as a last resort send you to live with aunt mito

(cuz killua family ain’t a option 🗿)

as long as it’s not too dangerous they’ll let you choose which one

also they feel disappointed in themselves after getting kidnapped by the phantom troupe, because it proves they aren’t strong enough to protect you from villains!

they’d better not hurt you or adult gon gonna be activated early! >:(

joking! 😜 but they do prioritize getting you free before them

they’re protectiveness becomes heightened after that incident and you’d have to fight not to go stay with aunt mito if you wanna keep going on adventures

but for the chimera ant arc they definitely don’t let you go

at least not to the king’s castle

they’ll find a strong ally to keep you safe in a safe place and when they get back you better be safe or else whoever was supposed to keep you safe isn’t going to be safe

LOL 🤪

Kurapika ⚔️📚

Kurapika would be one of the most protective ones seeing as though his half of the villains in this au are his enemies 😭

he won’t want you to go out a lot at all so I hope your not one for adventure, preferably an introvert too so you aren’t always super hype to see others and maybe a little skeptical like him

With your permission he’ll put a tracker on you just in case, he seems to be surrounded by kidnapping-🗿 so he can’t risk that happening to you

even more so if the troupe finds out about you, which he really really really hopes never happens even tho it just might

i don’t think it’ll be anyone’s fault if they do, unless Kurapika kidnapped you and you try to escape, then Shalnark likely just found out about you through research

And the chances of Chrollo not taking you hostage to use against Kurapika are almost 0%

if that does happen Kurapika will do whatever it take to get you back, even if it means telling the troupe they can have his life as long as they set you free (which Kurapika is smart so he’ll get his friends/Allies to help make sure they actually set you free in case it was a set up, he comes up with a very detailed plan and it’s success rate is pretty high since he’s managed to outsmart Chrollo before using the element of surprise. I’m not sure where he’ll send you but if Gon suggests Aunt Mito’s house he’ll likely take the opportunity seeing as though he has no family to send you to himself).

but if that doesn’t happen! (Thankfully) he will constantly move every few months and make to sure keep lots of locks and passcodes wherever you stay at the moment. He also has lots of security cameras, but don’t worry! He’s a good boyfriend aside from all the crazy stuff you have to go through from his wild life so he still gets you gifts and spends all his free time with you when he’s home! 💗

Leorio 🥼🩺

Being with Leorio will probably give you the most peaceful life at our everyone here 😭😭

seriously tho this dude’s just a doctor!

If you met in college he likely fell in love with you with for your intelligence/appearance and as he discovered more about you he found himself going down a rabbit whole of newfound affection for you

even if you didn’t meet in college he still falls pretty darn fast for you

your one of the few couple who can have a normal life and regular dates

all thanks to the fact that he basically has no ops LOL

he’s aware of villains and is grateful they don’t even know he exists 😭😅

that way he can give you a peaceful life and he has time to get stronger before taking on any seriously dangerous foes to protect you

but yeah! You adventures with gon, killua and kurapika can get pretty wild but your really on the outside looking in since none of gon, killua of Kurapika’s ops really come for you 😂

enjoy your happy life!♡ Ging 📜

this man has the power and disappearance abilities to protect you and hide you well from your enemies..

so your pretty much good!👌✅

Besides idk know many who has the guts to challenge this guy anyway

in fact idk anyone who even found this guy to be able to challenge him!

I mean besides gon but obviously he wasn’t looking for smoke 😭

when you meet gon you probably find him cute!

Ging probably told you about him but he seemed uncomfortable at the topic and didn’t wanna talk about it much cuz he isn’t exactly proud he up and left…

it doesn’t make him look good for you since your his s/o 😃

Ging will take you on any safer adventures he has but idk how often that’ll be

you probably have a pretty home tho! Somewhere safe too! Although I will say you probably have multiple houses with all the traveling he does, in fact you may own 3 in the most common places you go to but otherwise you just rent trusted, clean places to stay at.

It’s a plus that you don’t have to really worry about villains too!

ngl this is also a pretty peaceful life as long as you can deal with Ging’s antics (if he’s anything like Gon)

btw don’t worry he tells you when he’s going and where when he leaves, and always comes back, he cares about you a lot and doesn’t want you to stop loving him bc of a situation like his and Gon’s- 🗿😜

I have a feeling he didn’t kidnap, but courted you as well.

Go on, runaway (🤭) into the sunset together ☀️ I’m gonna make a part 2 for the phantom troupe as the villains bc I might run out of characters 😅💗

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sanjisboyfie · 10 months ago

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eren first meeting his roommate

aka ; eren yeager having a gay awakening <3

-> might be a series? idk i love roommate eren a lot so probably will be a series LMFAO also also there's really no obvious romance here, it's just silent admiration and crushes

also eren is very much puppy-like and high energy in this one hashtag sorry if u love emo eren, he will NOT be emo here!!! hashtag no regrets.

eren yeager x male reader

— eren was dead broke. his ass definitely did not have enough money for either dorming on campus or off campus, but off campus was the cheaper option. and since he went to a college so far away from home, it would be too big of a hassle to commute. so him and his parents compromised by giving him an "allowance" every month, which would basically pay for a third of rent. but that meant he had to use his own money to pay the next third, then find someone else to pay the final third. ( 1/3 being paid by his parents, 1/3 being paid by him, 1/3 being paid by a lifesavior roommate, aka you!!!!!)

— it was very odd to see eren, who on first impressions seemed like an intimidating individual, sit you down at the empty kitchen table and beg you, literally beg you with his hands in praying form, to room with him. he was very, very obviously desperate to find someone else to live with.

"please, i will be good - i've heard from all my friends i'm a great person to live with, my mouth will vouch (he is a terrible person to live with, but if he has to do more household chores in order to get a roommate he will). i will let you speak to my own mother and father, they will vouch and say-"

"i believe you, eren, why are you crying?"

"PLEASE LIVE WITH ME!!!"

that's an exaggeration of what happened...he didn't actually start crying, but his begging was insistent and borderline pathetic.

— in the end, you agreed !!! paying 1/3 of rent was better than paying 1/2 + the place wasn't in a terrible location, it was close to school, and was a pretty good size for two bedrooms. since eren was already settled in, he helped you move in. and that was when you were given a free GUN SHOW because damn was this man working hard in lifting your many boxes of belongings. it was almost like he wore a tight shirt on purpose, just to show off. he very adamanently told you that you didn't need to hire movers and he'd do all the heavy lifting, along with muttering about how they were "scammers" with how much they charged.

"eren, i can lift some of these-"

"no, please, consider this my thanks for moving in with me," eren grunted, holding a huge box of your clothes with relative ease. he was sweating, but that was because this was probably the third box of heavy stuff he had to carry from the car to the building.

he was wearing a beige shirt that hugged his muscular form, emphasizing every single ripple underneath the fabric. and as you two stood in the elevator (thank god the building had an elevator or else eren would have had to carry all the boxes up three flights of stairs), the only sound in the metallic box was eren's heavy breathing.

his muscular chest (boobs) were moving up and down as he tried catching his breath, his hands lifting to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.

your eyes watched each of his movements carefully before you snapped out of it with the dinging of the elevator to tell you you were on your floor. you got out of elevator first, holding your arm to the door to prevent it from closing on him.

he shot you a smile in thanks before proceeding to easily lift up the box (it was at least over 50 pounds, mind you) and walk ahead to the room.

what you didn't know was that eren's cheeks were burning red as he had felt your stare on him earlier and it made him feel shy. you didn't have to know that he was purposely flexing harder with each cardboard box he had to lift. it was his own subtly way of trying to impress you, anyway.

it was flustering to know that it was somewhat working.

— after all the boxes were situated inside of the small apartment, he went to put all of your utilities away, like your own set of utensils, plates that you bought to share, and a couple of mugs. meanwhile, you went to your room to personalize and unpack all of your clothing. as eren was occupied working in the kitche, he felt himself smiling to himself as he carefull put away any of your belongings in the shelves. he felt himself laughing at one of your comedic mugs, a ceramic figure that took the shape of a chubby cat. the tail of the animal curved into being the handle and a funny expression was painted onto the cat's face.

"what's so funny, yeager?" you challenged, stretching your hands above head, "you think my mugs are funny?"

eren laughed, putting it away intot he cupboard and turning to look at you, "i think they're cute, they're also fitting,"

you made a face of uncertainty, which only made eren's grin go wider, "alright, you'll see."

"i'll see what?"

"you'll see — when i get you your own mug, you'll learn to appreciate it more,"

"oh, god, please don't." eren said, leaning against the counter on his elbow and staring at you, who were sitting on the other side, "for your first night here, you want me to treat us to take out? the chinese place down the road is really good,"

he watched your expression carefully. wordlessly, you walked around the counter and to the fridge. once you opened it, it took you a total of three seconds before you looked back at eren with a grimace.

"the only thing in here is ketchup and mayo..."

"those are the condiments i use to eat my fast food with," eren shrugged, making you only become more flabbergasted. "what??"

"oh my god, let's finish unpacking later, we need to go buy groceries,"

"but you didn't answer my question on dinner?"

"i'll make dinner — you save more money buying groceries and making meals out of them instead of buying takeout everynight, eren," you lectured, making him tilt his head in thought. he supposed you were right, so he didn't argue against going grocery shopping.

as you announced you were just going to change quickly, he then thought about it for a second longer. then a blush fell on his face as he imagined you at the kitchen, cooking a meal for just him and you.

god, was he really developing a crush on his roommate that just moved in?

— the grocery shopping turned unserious very fast. bring eren to any public environment and he won't be able to stay on track for a second. you didn't really know eren that well (it sounds silly to say that considering you are now living with him, but prior to agreeing to be his roommate, he really was just a stranger to you), so to see his more childish side bleeding through his cold exterior was a good change of pace. he was a very goofy guy, making funny faces at babies with the intent of making them cry, and would easily get distracted. he had tried dragging you off to the pokemon card wall several times when all you needed were groceries.

"did you see the way its face scrunched up?" he grinned in excitement before focusing on mimicking the expression a baby he tormented made. you laughed at the face he was making before smacking his shoulders.

"be nicer! they're just babies, eren," you softly scolded, weak chuckles escaping from you.

"just babies that make funny faces," eren laughed, switching from standing at your left side to your right side repeatedly as you stood in front of the produce section, "what even are you going to make tonight?"

"hm, how about pasta? you like pasta?" eren nodded his head in affirmation, "i was just going to buy some staple fruits and vegetables too, though, in case we get hungry for snacks,"

"snacks? i can run to the chips section too then! what chips do you want?" eren said, very excited to go to his second favorite section of the store (the junk food aisles).

"just get me a bag of f/c," you requested politely, making him nod like an eager puppy and run off.

you finished going down the list of basic ingrediants for a white sauce pasta, while also grabbing anything that you could use for other dishes in the future.

just as you turned around to your now full cart of vegetables, sauces, fruits, and meat, eren came bounding back towards you. this time, he was now holding five bags of chips, in his mouth he was carrying a single packet of pokemon cards, and in his fingers he was desperately holding a lottery ticket.

"look! we can open up a pack of pokemon cards, i got you one too, it's in my pocket though, since i figured you wouldn't want my spit on it, and then i also have a lottery ticket. i have a feeling we will win it big! and if we do, we won't have to pay rent for like five months!"

"eren, what the fuck? i thought you were just getting chips,"

the accused man pouted at the tone you were taking with him, dropping his arms into the car to free them of the five bags of chips, "i was!! but look, i'll pay for the lottery ticket, chips, and pokemon cards! c'mon, it'll be fun to open the cards together and everything!"

he almost pouted at you, can you belive this guy? pouted at you with begging puppy dog eyes. you almost smooshed his face with the palm of your head, but restrained yourself.

"fine, let's just go and pay,"

eren grinned in achievement, pumping his fist into the air, "c'mon, i wanna open these on the ride home!" he said, referring to the pokemon cards.

"alright, alright, i don't know anything about them though, so you're just gonna have to tell me what's good or not,"

"if it's shiny and reflective, give it to me, that's all you need to know," eren said dismissively. he swiftly took your spot behind the cart, pushing it with ease and only allowing you to walk beside him. "what pasta are you cooking for tonight?"

"i bought alfredo sauce, so i'll just add in some vegetables and to the pasta and make...chicken alfredo? if that's alright with you," eren almost salivated at the thought. he simply nodded his head eagerly, the bangs around his face bouncing at the movement.

"sounds delicious! man, i really lucked out with you as my roomie, huh? we're gonna make a great pair!" he threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer as he said this, an innocent grin on his face.

— that night, the two of you sat on foldable chairs watching tv. eren's parents gave you two as a house warming gift. it was small, but it was working so that was all that mattered. eren and you laughed at the tv screen until the late hours, where you both agreed to finally call it a night.

"should i make breakfast tomorrow morning? or are you gonna be in clases by the time i get up?"

eren frowned, "i have classes all day tomorrow, from 8 in the morning to 7 at night, so you don't have to worry about making too many servings,"

you nodded in understanding, "alright, then, i'll see you when you get back then,"

eren and you were about to break off to your own rooms, but he called out to you one last time, "uhm, what time are you gonna be in classes?"

"i only have one class tomorrow, 1 to 3:15," his face brightened up, which instinctively made you smile at him in return.

"we can go get lunch together then," he offered, "there's a good place that has burgers, it's like a ten minute walk from the main campus. i have a break in between classes at 4? if that's okay with you, of course,"

you grinned so wide that it almost hurt your cheeks. eren was a really nice guy, he was going out of his way to just get to know you better and spend some time with you, "yeah, that sounds perfect. meet me at the bus stop that's right outside the main hall and we can walk together,"

"okay, yeah!" eren nodded his head repeatedly, the bangs on the side of his head once again moving at such rapid mvoement. "then, i'll text you tomorrow when i get out of class!"

"sure, that sounds good." there was a pause and you pivotted your torso to turn away from the smiling brunette, "good night, eren,"

the man blinked and nodded his head, also turning away, calling out a, "goodnight, [name]," very quickly.

and the two of you fell asleep with grins on both of your faces. eren had brought the blanket up to his face, as if he was paranoid that there were someone watching his blushing face only redden. your smile was really, really handsome, his heart felt like it was in his throat everytime he remembered it.

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creatively-cosmic · 1 month ago

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i wanted to draw something different today soooo. i went n scrounged up a buncha pokepastas that ive read/pokepasta ocs ive seen around recently (mostly via mutuals)! ill tag creators and link sources under the cut, and ramble a little abt my thoughts... ^^

if anyone wants me to untag or remove their stuff from this btw let me know i didnt ask i kinda just. started doodling.

also half of yall i either never followed or only Just did i need 2 remedy that. ive been observing yalls stuff from a distance i keep forgetting to Press the Fucking Button is all

Your Friend Silver (Elias) by @uuberwachen ! this was such an INSANELYYY well written story and it stuck with me for DAYS. it really slots in the space in my mind that holds the classics and the twists and stuff with it genuinely got me. i cant recommend it enough if anyone who sees it hasnt read it yet. i got so excited when i saw a dedicated ask blog went up. i wish i werent scared of sending in questions to those things

Pixel Blue: 3DS VIRTUAL CONSOLE (2016) by @calybunz ! ahhh this was such a cool one to read! id see updates on it incidentally n i can tell a lot of work went into it- it was definitely worth it! its well written with a lot of heart.. maybe im just a sucker for stories that focus on a sympathetic blue.. the ending made me so SAD dude what the fuck. though my favorite parts were probably the dream sequences- godd the imagery of it all was fantastic!

Nuzlight (Mia) at @nuzlight-mia ! this is one i dont know much about yet, but her personality and design really captivated me when i first saw her! she seems like such a sweetheart and i look forward to getting to see more of her :3 i feel so bad for her situation.. the story n concept are all so interesting!

Missing Numbers (Green) at @themissingnumbers ... is our thing but green is hells (@hells1nfern0 ) dude that i have no sway in so. whatever. im unwell about him im excited for more to be revealed abt him :] i cant really say more than that since i know his secrets

FIRE RED FREE DOWNLOAD (Infected/Abandoned RED) by @aibouart ... another one i saw the design of first and was just IMMEDIATELY struck by. i love when stories twist in-universe things that're generally treated as normal and mundane and use its horror potential! a parasect parasite outbreak where the protagonist gets infected by that and ends up full of mushrooms...? thats the kinda shit i love to see >:)

Jack by @sparklingdemon ! cool ass design ive been wanting to draw and a cool concept to go with- the creepyblack protagonist as a grinning-reaper type where the ghost is an extension of him rules. i also loveee when designs utilize the fossil missingno stuff!! kabutops's arms lend themselves REALLY well to being a scythe

Glitchy Red: Retold by @lycankeyy / @glitchyred (idk which blog youd rather have tagged sorry). so i saw this when the official ao3 repost went up or got mentioned or something and it. really. resonated with me. like its hard to put my thoughts into coherent words, other than i had to just. Lay Down for the rest of the night after reading it and just feel whatever emotions struck me. it cut really deep but honestly- that's just fantastic. it's not often that i read something that makes me feel as viscerally as this rewrite did, and i have nothing but adoration for it because of that (we do have the plural bias which doesnt help regarding this lol). in my mind this is the definitive version of glitchy red.

Sanctuary AU (Aster) by @possiblyfunny . ANYWAYS ON A LIGHTER NOTE i fucking love aster more than i can put into words. given we get tagged in almost every piece of him that goes up its always such a delight to see and learn more about him! id been planning to draw him for months at this point but only just got around to it haha -v-" i look forward to seeing more abt the sanctuary au! please continue to tag me in those posts idc if it includes my guys or not i just care so much abt it

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blueiones · 3 months ago

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Advantage. Yandere × GN! Reader PT. 1

-> letter from valentine: i haven't posted in a year haha, anyways this will be split into 2 parts, maybe 3 if i feel like adding more. dude still don't have a name so feel free commenting one or something (ó﹏ò｡) not sure when the next part will be so no promises it'll be soon since school year is starting and i'll be busy :> until next time <3 tis very short idk how people are able to write so much (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

He steered clear away from you, who was the popular kid. You did well in class and were absolutely gorgeous (he couldn't deny that).

Everyone knew you. They'd greet you in the halls with a smile or a shy wave. You were perfect, it was as if the world revolved around you. He heard stories about you, how you always tried to help anyone in class.

“Y/n? Oh yeahhh, the one from my English Class. Yeah they're cool as hell, they helped me the one time I didn't attend class.”

“They're in my P.E. class! I don't know how they do it but they totally rock that uniform, especially the ass— uh you won't tell them I said that right?”

“Great student. Always passes work on time, they're always doing some type of extra curricular so I don't know how they manage that. A role model indeed, they'll succeed in life— no matter what path they choose.”

He was jealous, how can you do it so easily? Him? He was just there. He wasn't bullied, he had acquaintances and people he talked to regarding school work but it was just that. It stopped at that. He sometimes thinks the only reason he wasn't bullied was because his family is well-off, even if he was the third son— who was forgotten more often than not his family wouldn't want anyone to think they were a push over.

People only ever talked to him because they needed something, because they wanted to use him for the English project they forgot to do or ask him to be their partner in an assignment so he can do all the work load. His appearance didn't make it any better, he wasn't conventionally attractive, he looked like he was in constant pain with his furrowed brows and had terrible eye bags hidden away with his specs.

So when he was invited to a party hosted by his batch he immediately accepted wanting to change. He promised to himself before going inside the door, he was going to meet people, have fun and get shit faced.

Spoiler. It didn't go as he planned.

An hour into the party he was hugging the toilet seat on the second floor of the huge mansion. Okay, Maybe he got too excited and was peer pressured into a drinking contest but at least he was included, right? That was important, to be part of them, to be like them.

He embarrassingly screeched so loud when a hand gently tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped his head to see you holding bottled water with a sheepish smile.

“Hey uhm, sorry about my friend, he just got excited since you like rarely join these types of things. I uh- saw you running up the stairs so I brought you water, so you can flush all the toxins from your system.” You explained, holding the bottle towards him.

“Oh.” He dumbly said, he reached the water and slightly brushed your hand in doing so. It was only for a moment but he felt the thick callousness of your hands. “Thanks.”

“If you don't mind… I can bring you to your place? I'm not a drinker myself, so I'm sober and can totally bring you home if you don't wanna stay here anymore.” You offered.

Not a party person? He expected the opposite to be honest. He thought about it before agreeing. He definitely did not want to stay any longer, he could feel the headache bouncing inside his head.

“Sure.”

Your car looked a little old but smelled and looked clean, he knew a handful of college students who kept their space tidy. There wasn't any type of air freshener which he was glad about, he hated those especially the citrus scents it would've added to his growing migraine. He pushed his head back onto the plush car seat, it smelled like you. Clean.

“You have arrived at your destination.”

“Woah, this place is nice.” You said looking out the window in awe, “Wanna live somewhere this nice in the future, comfortably.” You said to him with a toothy grin.

He looked toward your smiling face with a surprised look, you enjoy things as simple as this? The place wasn't cheap but at the end of the day it wouldn't leave a dent in his bank account alone. “Yea it is nice, thanks for the ride by the way.” He replied sparingly, but nevertheless you still beamed at him.

He walked out of the car and was about to head inside the building when he heard your voice call out. He looked behind in surprise, did you need something else from him?

You jogged closer to him before handing out your phone, “If you don't mind, can I have your number?” You asked shyly at him.

Huh. That was it? Just his number? He looked skeptically before typing it in, he hopes he won't regret it in the future.

He dried his hair with a towel, by now he hoped that all the alcohol was flushed out. He still had a headache and felt like it wasn't gonna subside.

Ding!

He glanced at his phone from the table and saw messages pop-out.

UNKNOWN.

> hey!! this is y/n btwww, i don't know if you slept right away kind of hoping you didn't before i got to tell you to take an advil :>> it'll help you feel better in the morning

> i remember the first (and last) hangover i got, wasn't very fun especially since i had class in morning :ppa anywy i think typing too much lololol

> i think i'm*** :[

> goodnight!! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

He didn't think of that, so he found the pill in his drawer and drank to down it and plopped in his bed. He just hoped you're right.

You were, he woke up in the morning feeling better than he expected. He found his phone and went to his messages.

UNKNOWN

UNKNOW|

UNKN|

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Y/N.

> goodnight!! :3

seen, 11:43 PM.

(just now)

< Thank you.

to be continued...!

#yandere x reader #yandere drabble #tw yandere #yandere #yancore #yan blog #blueiones #reader insert #yandere x you #yandere oc #x reader #i still dont know how to tag

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obsessivestar · 3 months ago

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

{{- Welcome to Chapter 4! Gonna ditch the Story Description from here on out. If this is your first chapter, I'd recommend reading Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 first! Or just read this one if you want the good shit, up to you ;^) -}}

//General Warnings: 18+ fic, Reader implied to be afab and under 5'5.

Chapter Warnings: Heated language. Heavy kissing. Mentions of Jackbox (Idk if that should count as a warning but the game is in this chapter so if you don't know of it you might get confused)\\

> Word count: 4.7k (I'm so fucking sorry LMAO)

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Chapter 4: You Don't Wanna Kiss Me?

The shots we had just done looked very pretty, actually. The crew had gotten this one beautiful shot of the extras throwing around the ball on the left with Ted and I along the flagpole on the right, the bright sun giving this shadowy effect to us all. Good. This way, you can't see how absolutely embarrassed I was with how close Ted was to me; practically had me pinned against that pole. It did make for an excellent shot though, and I could tell Tanner was proud. I didn't want to ruin that for him.

Once we all moved inside, Ted and I finally got to take part in some scenes where we'd be speaking to one another. These next scenes had extras moving around with packed bags and boxes, simulating a large group of friends helping each other move in. Ted and I would be discussing graduation in the scene over by the kitchen table. He and Tanner had apparently made some adjustments to the script earlier in the morning as the personality of 'Mason' needed to be tweaked for Ted's more extroverted personality. I didn't mind it, any new context didn't change my own lines and we were free to improv if need be. Ted would even start the scene by picking up a box from the front door to bring to the kitchen table to make the scene feel more natural. I liked how much Ted was willing to adapt to everything for the production, I'm sure Tanner appreciated it too; and I appreciated getting to see Ted move some more.

Oh man, I'm not actually starting to like this guy, am I?

I have to control my thoughts for the scene to continue. These casual takes are relatively easy to get through when my brain isn't arguing with itself. We shoot several different scenes together, some where we're talking alone and some where we're in a group setting, once again doing any necessary retakes until the sun starts to set once again and Tanner decides to call it for the day. As the film crew once again packed up and dispurse to their own accommodations, I found out who that 5th mystery member of the editing team was. It was Dan, the guy that had almost hit me with the football earlier. He apologized to me more, but I reassured him all was okay and that I wasn't upset with anyone. The interaction had got me thinking about how to wind the night down without us all retreating to our bedrooms. We had ended the 2nd day of filming a little earlier than we wrapped up yesterday, so we had the free time. I pitched the idea to Tanner once everyone else had left, and he loved the idea, so we got everyone else together and met up in the living room.

Tanner was the one to suggest bringing his PC down from his room to play Jackbox, a party game where you use your phones as controllers to connect and play some entertaining mini games. We'd all have to be together for the next 3 weeks anyways; it felt like the perfect ice breaker. At this point, everyone had changed into their own clothes, including Ted, who was wearing a black sweater and some casual dark grey pants. He looked pretty comfy, actually. The couch we were all on was like one giant sofa, all connected together in the shape of a sharp U with a large flat screen TV mounted up on the wall adjacent to us. I had sat myself near one of the corners on the left side, pleasantly surprised when Ted chose to sit next to me. The scent of pine I had caught on him earlier was a little stronger now, even though he wasn't sitting all that close to me.

"Did you put more cologne on?" I ask with a smirk, sitting up a bit more on the couch as he got comfortable next to me. "Yeah. I sweat a lot sometimes and I don't want to smell." Ted admitted, sounding a lot more relaxed than I'm used to hearing. He might've been a little tired from the long day we've had.

"That's actually why I'm sitting over here. Tanner smells like shit, like, almost all the time, so..." Ted jokes, giving a tired grin to Tanner who was setting up his PC to connect to the TV. "That's cap, chat. That's so cap." Tanner casually responds, plugging an HDMI cable to the side of the TV, then moving to sit at the far left end of the couch. Dan had chosen to sit somewhat in the middle part of the large sofa, more on Tanner's side so Joe could sit next to me.

"If you want to sit next to (Y/N), you can just say that." Tanner speaks up again, moving his mouse and keyboard onto the coffee table. I blush to myself, pulling my hands into my own long sleeved shirt. If Tanner of all people is starting to comment on...whatever's between Ted and I, it must be noticeable to literally everyone else. So it can't just be my imagination. "No, see, she doesn't smell like gym socks, so that's fine. I'll take vanilla over gym socks."

"I smell like vanilla to you?" I scoff, turning my head to him and raising a brow.

"It's not 'to me'. I just know you use vanilla."

"What do you mean I use vanilla?"

"You have a little spray bottle that says 'warm vanilla sugar." Ted spreads his thumb and his pointer figure to estimate the size of the bottle. I'm flabbergasted because he's right.

"How the fuck do you know that???" Joe asks, sounding about as confused as I am.

"Because I saw her put it in her bag!"

"Why were you--" a chuckle escapes me. "How do you know exactly what it's called?"

"You left it on the counter this morning and it scared the shit out of me because I thought it was, like, a little container of piss at first, so I looked at it!" Ted admitted, gesturing over to the kitchen with his arm. Everyone in the room starts laughing, myself included. His logic makes no sense sometimes. "And then I saw you put it in your bag, so I know it's yours!"

"Imagine it was actually was a container of piss though. Like, sorry, I left it there." Joe jokes, grinning over at Tanner. "Yeah, sorry chat, I was saving it for later." Tanner continues the joke, laughter once again filling the room. "Man, we should start a podcast." My friends are an interesting pair, I tell ya. I was surprised to see Dan and Ted weren't phased by our strange humor. They seemed to fit right in our strange friend group.

Tanner got the first game up so we could test some of the types of minigames this series had to offer. We quickly realized the trivia ones weren't very fun for us, mostly because we didn't know what any of the answers were. Quiplash gave us some good laughs but got old very quickly, and Tee K.O. was fun, but the creativity didn't last. The ones that really entertained us were The Devil's And The Details, Talking Points, and especially FixyText. There was something about the more cooperative ones that were an absolute blast, especially if I was ever paired with Ted. We'd be pushing and yelling at each other whenever one was trying to stop the other from committing a selfish act in one game, then get close together and share the screens of our phones as we created the funniest text replies in another, snickering and whispering to each other to plan ahead. I think we really blew everyone away with our fake presentations, too. Whenever we were paired up for a game, we'd be inseparable. Sensational, even.

But as always, time is fated to pass and it eventually got rather late in the night. As the last awards of the night are given, I realize just how much closer I had gotten to Ted. I wasn't leaning on his shoulder or anything, but we were practically stuck side by side together with our knees up to our chest, sharing the award we were giving out. I could tell Ted was getting tired as his voice was the lowest I had ever heard it. It was kind of...hot, actually. Especially this close. Dan is the first to say goodnight and head upstairs, with Joe helping Tanner pack away the PC to bring upstairs as well. For a little while, it was just Ted and I.

On that couch.

In that living room.

Downstairs.

Alone.

"You look tired." I speak softly as I look at Ted, who had put his hood up earlier. I could see the subtle bags under his eyes from this close.

"You kept me up past my bedtime.." Ted muttered with a tired smirk, keeping his eyes on his phone. He was checking all of his social media for the night, switching from Instagram to Twitter. "I didn't mean to keep you up.." I chuckled a little, sticking my own phone into my baggy pockets. "You're a big boy, you can make your own decisions."

"I know, but you were staying up, so.." Ted sniffles to stifle a yawn, looking over at me as he wipes one of his eyes with his hand. "Your fault."

"My fault?"

"Mhmm.."

"It's my fault you chose to stay up with me?"

"Yeah. Exactly."

"It sounds like you wanted to stay up with me, Teddy.." I shoot him a gentle grin, taking the opportunity to tease him. "I wanted..." Ted pauses to allow himself to yawn, stretching one arm out while covering his mouth with his free hand before continuing. "I wanted to make sure you'd lose."

"You wanted to make sure I'd lose."

"That's right."

"That's it?"

"That's about it."

"You wanna know what I think?"

"Prolly not a whole lot..."

"I--fuck off, I think--" I let out a cackle, lightly smacking his shoulder. "I think you wanted to stay up with everyone, not just me."

"Not just you?"

"No."

"No?..."

He stops stretching and looks at his phone one last time to close Twitter, then slips his phone into his sweater pocket and turns his head again to look at me. Our eyes meet and the room goes quiet. Ted has this relaxed half-smile as he looks at me, his eyes subtly moving left to right to suggest he's looking at both of my eyes. I return the tired smile, taking the quiet moment to gaze into his earthy orbs. As our gazes stay fixed on one another, I can feel a pit of anxiousness grow in my stomach like a slow, blooming flower. He just admitted it, didn't he? He wanted to stay up for me, with me. I can't deny this any longer. Ted is...a very handsome looking man. I can't break my gaze away. I turn my body a bit more towards him to make my neck more comfortable. His eyes wander along my blushing cheeks. I wonder if his gaze would go any lower, but he returns his stare to mine. I shouldn't. I can't even find the willpower to say anything, but he isn't speaking either. He isn't speaking, he isn't teasing me, he's stopped teasing me. Why has he stopped teasing me? He's so...he's so...

"(Y/N)"

I hear my name come from Joe's voice, startling Ted and I a little. I look over the couch to see Joe standing at the stairs, giving me a knowing smirk. How long has he been standing there? I look at my phone and realize it's nearly midnight. We should all be going to bed. I look over at Ted again, but he's already off the couch, cleaning up the empty bottles and cups to the kitchen. Son of a bitch.

I get up to help clean up, as Ted missed a cup since his hands were full. "Hold on." I tell Joe, heading into the kitchen with Ted. It's all one big room, so Joe can still see Ted and I in the kitchen. As Ted's putting the bottles in the recycling, I start putting the cups in the sink. There's a moment where we both reach for the same cup and his hand slightly rests on top of mine. His hand is surprisingly colder than I anticipated. We look at each other and chuckle quietly, then Ted removes his hand so I could put the cup in the sink.

"Clearly I am fuckin' tired.." He mutters and looks at me with a tired smile. "Don't stay up so late next time.." I pester him a little, returning the smile as I move away from the sink.

"I probably will.."

"Right, and it'll be my fault, yeah?"

"It'll absolutely be your fault."

I roll my eyes at his response, not even making an effort to hide the blush on my cheeks.

"Goodnight, Ted."

"G'night, stinky.."

A little laugh slips out of me, finally joining Joe at the stairs. Before we're even out of Ted's sight, Joe is already badgering me about that exchange. He whispers in a criticizing tone, but I can barely hear him over our stepping until we get to the upstairs hallway.

"I literally told you. I literally told you not to flirt." Joe huffs, picking up his tone now that we were likely out of earshot. "No no no, you didn't tell me not to flirt." I shake my head and waggle my finger in Joe's direction. "You told me not to sleep with him, I'm not sleeping with him."

"That's not what it was about to look like." Joe's whisper becomes raspy, like he's quietly yelling at me.

"What do you mean?? I didn't start flirting, he did."

"Did you not feel how fucking close you two were the whole night? He looked like he was about to kiss you just now!"

I look over at the stairs, as if I'm able to look at Ted through them. I think about his eyes and his smile. God, his smile. His stupid smile. "He was?.." Once again, I find myself smiling. It seems I can't even hide these feelings from Joseph. Not sure why I thought I could, Joe's see's everything, especially if I'm involved. He may know me better than I know myself. He's my best friend.

He snaps his fingers in my face to wake me from my gaze, furrowing his brows at me in frustration. I let out a huff, shrugging my shoulders at him. I'm not going to dance around him anymore. I know he has good intentions, but I see him as a brother, not a father. "Well, so fucking what? What do you want me to say, that I think he's ugly?"

"I'd know you're lying to me."

"Exactly! What are you gonna do if it actually happens? I have to kiss him tomorrow anyways. If something else happens, it happens. I don't know what to tell you that'd make you feel better other than I'll be fine."

Joe takes a deep breath, turning his head away from me for a moment. I could see his thoughts through his body language. He was unsure at first, but a mischievous smirk began to take over his expression. I saw Protective Brother Joseph leave his body in favour of Gossiping Best Friend Joseph.

"...okay, you two would be pretty hot together."

I let out a louder laugh than I probably should've, quickly covering my mouth as Joe playfully shushes me. I know Joe just doesn't want me to get hurt, I acted the same way with him when he met his husband. We love each other like family. "But you have to promise me you'll tell me first if anything happens. I need the tea."

"Oh you know I will.." I grin at him, moving over to my door for the night.

"Night, Joe." "Night (Y/N)."

I enter my bedroom and plop right down on the bed, letting out a content sigh. I take out my phone to glance over social media one last time. I see Ted had posted a photo of the 5 of us earlier, and I see just how close I was to Ted. I take a screenshot of it and rest the phone down on my chest, unable to contain my smile. I giggle to myself, knowing what's coming. I fall asleep wondering if I'll be ready tomorrow. There's a very good chance I could freak out.

Turns out, we both might've been freaking out.

The morning comes and goes, mostly because some of us had slept in. By the afternoon, we're having to turn the lights down and close the blinds to simulate it being much later in the night. We've got a bunch of RGB lights and even a light-up disco ball on the ceiling to make it feel like a party. This is the first scene in which Ted and I will be sharing a kiss. I actually really like how the scene is set. Ted and I are sitting in a circle with a bunch of the extras playing Spin-The-Bottle. Of course, after a few spins, the bottle will be pointing for us to kiss. We have to act like we're nervous, which probably wasn't helping. When it came to filming the actual kissing scene, we had to sit down beside each other, turn our heads and kiss, but it had to be slow. We have to linger on it, really show the tension building up just for it to burst with that very first kiss.

But for nearly a whole hour, we couldn't do it.

Maybe it was all the extra eyes, maybe it was the weird angle we were at, I had no idea. Sometimes Ted would be ready and I'd mess up, sometimes I'd be ready and he'd mess up. It was a whole ordeal. I felt bad for everyone that was waiting for us to get this. No one appeared to be mad, but one kiss was taking over an hour. Even I'd start to feel a little frustrated if the leads couldn't wrap it up. We almost get it at one point, but I choke at the last second and start laughing, which makes Ted start laughing as well. He grabs my face and starts shaking me, chanting. "We have to kiss, (Y/N)! This is our job! You need to kiss me, God damnit! Look at my lips and kiss me!" We both were becoming hysterical, so much so that Tanner finally decided to call for a break. I was relieved, actually. As hard as I was laughing, I was embarrassed. I thought I'd be more prepared for this. Perhaps getting this comfortable with Ted was a mistake, now I can't do my job.

As everyone's leaving to grab lunch or touch up their hair and makeup, Tanner approaches Ted and I as we get up from the floor. I half expected him to encourage us to get the kiss over with in front of everyone, but he has a different idea. "Okay, this is going to sound insane, but hear me out..." Tanner begins, gesturing to the both of us. "I'm gonna get the camera rolling...and then I'm just gonna leave it there."

"Leave it there?" I ask, raising a brow. "What do you mean?"

"I just...I feel like all of the eyes watching are making this a little harder for you guys.." Tanner admitted, clasping his hands together. "I can bring another camera and go outside with everyone, I want you two to be comfortable. You can take your time and, yknow, Ted could look at the shot afterwards.." Tanner trails off, probably looking for a specific reaction out of either Ted or I. Ted didn't seem to mind the idea at all, looking over at me with a shrug. I look down at my shoes, sort of clicking them together. So Tanner wants Ted and I to kiss on camera...alone.

"But if you want to wait, we can film something else..." Tanner speaks up again, looking at me with a concerned expression.

"Are you okay...?" Ted pauses, lightly touching my arm with one of his fingers, almost like he was...caressing me. I turn my head up to look at Ted, watching as he tilts his head. "....with that?"

"Yeah, I can do it this way." I finally answer, giving Ted and Tanner a smile. "He probably needs a refresher on how to kiss a woman anyways..."

Ted chuckles and shakes his head at me, though Tanner is satisfied with the answer. "Alright, I'll just set it up and give you two the reigns.." Tanner speaks, moving over to the camera. He adjusts a few things on it, then takes a step back and shoots us some finger guns. "Shout if you need me."

Ted and I watch as Tanner collects the rest of the team and brings them outside, watching one of the bigger crew members pick up an entire camera and hoist it on outside.

Now, it was just Ted and I.

In the living room.

Alone.

On camera.

"Alright, go sit where we were before, I'll make sure the camera's in focus.." Ted instructs, pointing over to the floor. I can't help but blush, only because It sounded like a command. I wonder if he's the type to talk you through it...

Stop it. It's just a kiss.

I go and sit back on the floor, criss-crossing my legs as I watch Ted fiddle with the camera. After a moment, he lets out a sigh and steps back. "Alright. You're in focus. It'll adjust to us." He speaks, coming over to sit next to me. I can feel my heart start beating out of my chest once he sits down. This is really happening. I know I have to do this for Tanner, I want to do it for Tanner, but it's...harder now. For some reason, it's harder now.

"If you want, we could just...talk first.." Ted spoke to me in a condecending tone. Our eyes meet once more and I get that same pit in my stomach that I had last night. No. I'm not gonna let him have this. He got me yesterday on that fucking pole, I'm getting him today. "We could...talk about last night.." I offered, shooting him a little grin. He cracks a smile, gliding the tip of his tongue along his top teeth briefly.

"You wanna get into this on camera?" Ted asks, nodding at me with am embarrassed little smile.

"What!? You're the one that offered to talk!" I start laughing, tilting my head at him mockingly. "You don't wanna kiss me, Teddy? You afraid to kiss me?"

"Fuck you."

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"This film is going to fail because of you--"

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"and your--and your giant fucking ego."

"You don't wanna kiss me?"

"Are you done, princess? Are you fucking done?" Ted's swiveling his head in my direction to mock me back, a permanent grin on his face. "Shut your mouth, I'm comin' in."

"You're not doing shit! That's not the tell!"

"Hey."

"'Hey' what?"

"Hey."

"What?"

"Shut your mouth."

I raise both of my eyebrows at him and scoff. Before I can think of another sarcastic remark, he does it. His eyes wander down to my lips, lightly nibbling on the end of his own bottom lip, then he returns his gaze to mine. That's the tell. He's about to lean in, but I don't let him.

My body moves on its own, darting towards him so our lips could finally meet for the first time. All of the tension that had been building between us finally begins to melt as our lips continue to connect, slowly at first. It's not enough. I unravel my legs and sit up on my knees. Ted reacts by placing both of his hands on my waist, pulling me in closer to cause a breathy moan to escape into our kiss. My hands reach up to hold both of his cheeks, his glasses caressing my face as our lips caress each other's tenderly. I can feel the heat radiating off his cheeks, my own warm blush making my breathing pick up. I can't pull away. It feels like his lips were meant to be attached to mine. I can feel his breathing on my chest, his stubble along the palms of my hands, his fingers gripping my lower back, his tongue gliding along his lower lip into mine, his cologne, the tension. The tension. All of it was making me stir crazy. His lips, his kiss, I could lose myself in him. I could truly lose it. I don't want to stop. I want to run my fingers through his hair, I want to bite his stupid lip, I want to be louder.

But we're on camera. Tanner's camera. We have to stop. I have to...

I'm the one to break the kiss, hearing a quiet pop and an airy moan from Ted in response. I connect my forehead with his for a brief moment, keeping my eyes closed until I pull away to look at him. The tip of his nose tickles mine, his hands still wrapped around my waist. We share a quiet moment, steadying our breathing. I don't even know if this kiss was supposed to be this heated, but it's what Tanner's getting. All he wrote was 'Kara and Mason kiss' in the script. He can work with this.

"...I think we got it.." Ted is the first to speak up, but he doesn't remove his hands from me just yet. I can't help but let out a laugh, leaning my head back for a moment. "What? What did I say?" Ted asks, smiling through his teeth.

"No no, I just..." I take a few breaths through my laughter, letting go of his face to wave my hand a little. "I-I think that's the quietest we've been together so far.."

"Oh yeah? We should probably get louder then.."

Now that. That is something I didn't think I'd hear out of Ted, certainly not to me. Did he forget we're supposed to be shooting a scene?

"Camera's still rolling, Teddy.."

"...FUCK!"

Ted nearly throws me off of him and struggles to get up to go turn off the camera. I'm absolutely killing myself laughing as I pick myself up off the floor. No way did the fucker forgot we were filming. He JUST said 'we got it'.

"You forgot!?"

"Can you cut footage on this!?"

"You fucking forgot! Oh my god, you sad fuck!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Ted laughs, trying to sound angry with me as he pauses the film on the camera. "Tanner's gonna see that!"

"Hell yeah he is! Great Job, Teddy! You sleazy mother fucker.."

"Me? Me!? He's gonna see you being a fucking slut!"

"Oh I'M the slut!? Really?!"

"Yeah!"

"Really!?"

"Yes!"

"Your hands on my fucking waist? I'M the slut!?"

"Your tongue in MY mouth!"

"You started with it!"

"I did fucking NOT! I felt yours first!"

"I felt YOURS first! YOU started with it!"

"Started with what?"

Tanner suddenly steps into the room, startling both of us. He must've just stepped in from outside, I didn't even hear him close a door. He's got no idea what we're yelling at each other about. "Have you guys kissed yet?"

Ted and I look at each other again as I struggle to contain my laughter. All I can do is nod, pointing in Ted's direction. "Ask him about it. It's on there." I manage to speak after a little while, walking passed them to head outside. I lightly touch my lips as I open the screen door to get outside. The last thing I hear is Tanner asking Ted about all the yelling, and a final huff from Ted himself.

Truthfully, I needed to head outside to compose myself. I could still feel his hands on my warm cheeks, placing my own hand on it to feel just how hot they had become. I couldn't believe he forgot he were filming, he seemed very into...all of that.

What would've happened if the camera wasn't there?

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yeahspider · 1 year ago

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genesis 🫀

Ve's note - what started as a jisung drabble turned into a minsung x reader drabble bc idk im feeling them heavy at the moment . sfw kinda but there is mentions of weed . barely proofread bc im lazy . feel free to request a pt. 2 in my inbox if enough people want it ill publish it . anyways , enjoy my bees !! <3

stress was all that was on jisung's mind at the moment . midterms were coming up and he was not even close to being prepared . being a music major was all fun and games until it came to completing those genral ed classes . jisung was so not looking forward to the long walk from the campus library . well actually the walk wasnt what bothered him, it was his roommate , although he would never complain outloud he knew his roommate didnt appreciate his late night study sessions. jisung was never able to stay focused, instead opting out of stdying to draft out songs on his guitar into the early hours of the morning. he never felt like he was as loud as his roommate made him feel but he didn't necessarily feel like dealing with that tonight.so with a huff he decided to retreat to his safe haven , his friend minho's dorm .

Minho and Jisung met on the second day of freshman year, with minho being a dance major and jisung and jisung music they naturally fell into step with one another . Although jisung had distanced himself a bit as of late with the realization that not only did he have feelings for his minho, but also you, his best friend's girl . Jisung couldn't stand being around you both it always sent his heart into a stir. He was never good with feelings and now having ti deal with confusing emotions for not one but two people was just too much to think about .

Knocking on minho's door he said a silent prayer that you weren't there but quickly recanted it when he realized he really did miss you . Just ti his luck, or misfortune, he couldn't quite tell yet you opened the door with a smile so bright he felt his heart fall to the soles of his feet . you welcomed him ibto the room which jisung only now recognized was filled with smoke and a familiar scent that always clung to you and minho . a smell that brought jisung more comfort that he could ever come to understand.

sitting on the couch was a very silent minho , rolling up a joint in a pink wrap, your favorite. he barely glanced at jisung, opting to nodding in his direction in acknowledgement. jisung felt his heart sink for the second time tonight, minho was mad at him, he could tell . if you noticed the tense feelings between the two men you didnt mention it as you grabbed jisung and made him sit down beside minho as you sat on the floor in front of them.

'where have you been sungie ? we've missed you ." you said as you looked up at him eyes big in mock sadness, a playful pout on your lip. jisung almost flinched at the implication that you and minho missed him . fear shit through him at the thought of y'all finding out his feelings for the both of you. he mumbled out an excuse about midterms and how he he's been busy preparing, an excuse which you simply clicked your tongue at.

minho, who still hadnt said a word brought the blunt to his lips and licked it to seal it shut . jisung watched as his tongue glided across the wrapping. sending a spiral of thoughts into his head. Minho brought the blunt to his lips as you pulled a lighter out from your bra and lit the opposite end. holding eye contact with him until you broke it to look at jisung . who was frozen, feeling like he was watching an intimate moment he had no right to be a part of . meeting your eyes, he quickly shifted opting to look around the room instead . he was starting to regret coming over here, he wasn't nowhere near ready to face the two of you . minho took another drag, fixing his stare on jisung who squirmed under his gaze .

"youve been avoiding us . why?" a simple question that afforded a simple answer, an answer jisung did not have the spine to give . he watched as you climbed into minho's lap sideways, angling your body to face jisung . you took a hit of the blunt, blowing the smoke in his face with a playful giggle .

"you want us don't you sungie?" another simple question that floored jisung . minho pinched your thigh in warning, not wanting to overwhelm the boy nut also enjoying watching jisung's eyes go wide at the accusation. you ignored the warning from your boyfriend and made your way til your face was inches away from the frozen boy . "relax its okay" you said as you prompted him to open his mouth . jisung shot a look to minho who only nodded in approval, interested to see where this was going .

minho was already sure of his feelings for both of you having already thought of you two as his partners it never occured to him jisung would need any confirmation on his feelings until a conversation he had with you . you encouraged minho to talk with jisung but then jisung stopped answering his texts and avoiding the pair of you . minho was brought from his thoughts when a whine left your mouth .

'don't look at him , look at me ." you said with a pout . earning another pinch from minho, he would deal with your brattiness later but he wouldn't admit that it didn't stir something in him to see you take up a dominate role with jisung.

you tapped your finger against hi s cheek and he finally listened opening his mouth slightly as you took another drag and leaned in . jisung wasn't even sure if his heart was still workung as you exhaled the smoke past his lips . inhaling and exhaling as you rubbed your thumb on his cheek in a soothing matter. once the smoke dissipated you inched even closer to jisung .

"don't worry sungie we want you too " you whispered as you crashed your lips on his . for once in his life jisung didn't hesitate and immediately returned your kiss with more passion than he knew he was capable of. reaching his hands to tangle into your hair, neither you wanted to break for air only breaking apart when minho gripped your hips and pulled you back. jisung was a mess, lips swollen and pink he was dazed . you were in no better state, whining as your kiss had been interrupted .

"quit whining you've had your fun its my turn now." minho said as he swept in to capture the recovering boys lips . at this point jisung's brain was turned to mush. caught under the spell that was minho and you . jisung felt a hand creep up his throat as minho gently squeezed, causing a moan to slip from the younger boy. guiding him to lay no his back as you removed his books off the couch.

" you won't be needing these tonight." you said with a laugh as you tgged on minho's hair to bring him into a kiss . between the two of you jisung wasn't sure who was more trouble, but he was more than willing to find out .

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butchyeons · 26 days ago

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BUTCHYEONS😈😈 i have a request for you bae

soft dom!nayeon and sub! jeong. nayeon using her lengthy fingers to hit all of jeongyeons sweet spots and with a bit of edging and praise? please 😊

ok soooo! this rq made me jump for joy icl. but it snowballed so fast into a whole 10k long fic with a decent amount of angst 😭 it’s a bit heavy but i rlly think it’s sweet.

the full fic is here on ao3, but i figured i’d still post the smut portion since you rqed it. omfg this rlly was supposed to just be smut but i got carried away, my bad!! i hope you still enjoy lmao

i’ll give you all the love i’ve got (and then even more)

college au 2yeon car sex + angst and stuff. yeah!

tags/warnings: discussions of eds, angst, fluff, car sex, fingering, edging, mommy kink, finger sucking, body worship (imo), idk the smut is just very soft, nayeon just trying to distract jeongyeon basically idk i promise it’s all good

tw for discussions of anorexia/discussions of mental hospitals!! this fic ended up being heavy but i think it’s rlly sweet. nothing too intense hopefully. if you aren’t interested/can’t read that, i understand completely! feel free to skip this one.

cishet men and minors dni

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It’s safe to say that Yoo Jeongyeon was having a terrible day.

The first problem was that she woke up late. Her and Momo had stayed up all night cramming for a biology midterm, which made her snooze her alarm a few more times than usual. She could vaguely make out Jihyo griping about it in between each cycle, only snapping awake the moment the younger girl slammed the door shut when she finally left. Five minutes had turned into thirty minutes and then into an hour… Okay, that’s fine. She can shower during her break between classes- it’s fine.

Or well, the shower came much earlier than she expected. In the haste of running late but still needing caffeine, she bumped right into the back of her friend and fellow nursing major, Tzuyu, while she was leaving and ended up spilling her coffee all over her own clothes. Tzuyu’s were spared, thankfully. The baristas told her she’d have to pay for another. Great.

So along with missing her first class (human anatomy, the course she struggled in the most), there goes her beloved lucky Lady Gaga Chromatica Ball t-shirt. It’s fine, she can probably get a replacement. It’s not like the concert happened 2 years ago in an entirely country and was one of the best nights of her life or anything.

The shirt looked bad on her, anyways.

And then as she trudged to her biology class, questioning why she even chose to major in nursing in the first place (her mother forced her to), it started to rain. And did she bring an umbrella? No, of course not. She left it sitting propped up right next to the door in her dorm, because of course she did. Her clothes awkwardly clung to her frame, completely drenched. She was entirely too aware of herself by then. So much for a shower.

And she was 99% certain she bombed the exam. No Gaga, no good grades, after all.

She chose to skip lunch that day, told herself she’d be better off without it. She didn’t really have time, anyways, considering she needed to show up to her chemistry lab early to go over her group project with Jihyo. The growling in her stomach made it hard to focus, the weight of the day resting heavily on her shoulders, which made Jihyo get more annoyed with each passing minute. By the time class started, Jeongyeon had checked out mentally. And while she wasn’t paying attention, she ended up mixing too much of a chemical into the solution they were making, completely ruining it. There goes their grade.

Jihyo cussing her out in the hallway after class didn’t make her feel any better, either.

By the time dinner rolled around, the whole group met up, like they always did. Jihyo was staring daggers into her as she absentmindedly pushed her food around on her plate. Her appetite was gone, the voice in her head telling her over and over “you don’t need it”. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate. Probably the night before. It was fine. Less calories were always a good thing, and the school’s food was loaded with oil and saturated fats. She didn’t need those.

Beside her, Nayeon was laughing, carrying on, her hand occasionally brushing against Jeongyeon’s thigh. Her and Sana were excitedly talking about their education courses, how they were doing to get to visit a nearby elementary school to observe. Dahyun was talking about the book they got assigned to research while Chaeyoung showed the group her latest sketches, how they’d incorporate into her final for the year. Mina showed pictures from her photography class- they got to go do a shoot at the beach in the rain, and it turned out beautifully.

Jeongyeon only wished she had it that easy.

The final straw came in the form of a text message from her mother. It was a recipe for some soup, something genuinely innocent. What didn’t feel innocent was the message attached.

Mom

You should try this, it’s supposed to help with weight loss. Love you, miss you.

And that’s how Jeongyeon found herself locked in the stall of the cafeteria’s bathroom, gasping for air. Her body felt like it was on fire, her lungs about to collapse. Her heart was running a mile a minute, threatening to burst right out of her chest. She could still hear the sounds of the cafeteria, the sounds of students laughing, the clattering of dishes. It was too loud, practically mocking her. She held her head in her hands as her whole body shook, tears streaming down her face. For a second, she thought she was dying. It was just so much. Everything was too fucking much-

Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

She looked up for a moment, staring at the door of the tiny bathroom stall. She took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Another vibration.

She sighed, finally pulling it out. Two text messages.

NY 🩵

Hey, you’ve been gone for a bit. You okay? You didn’t touch any of your food.

NY 🩵

Baby, did it happen again?

Of course, Nayeon knew. She had a magical way of always knowing when one of Jeongyeon’s “episodes” was happening, even when she gave no real indication.

JY 💚

I’m fine, I’ll be back in a minute.

Jeongyeon sighed, leaning back. The toilet seat was starting to become increasingly uncomfortable underneath her thighs. She used the sleeve of her flannel to wipe her face, debating whether or not she should go back just yet. Another text.

NY 🩵

That’s good, but you didn’t answer my question.

NY 🩵

Are you having a panic attack?

Nayeon was nothing if not persistent. She had been well trained on how to deal with Jeongyeon’s bullshit, and it came free with the course. It was both a blessing and a curse, really.

Jeongyeon stared at the screen, her thumbs hovering above her keyboard. Before she could even begin to formulate a way to explain, Nayeon was back.

NY 🩵

How about I come get you and we get out of here. Does that sound good?

Jeongyeon sighed, finally standing up. She typed out one last message before opening the door and going to wash her hands.

JY 💚

Please.

———

Jihyo loudly announced she’d be heading back to their room when the two of them finally rejoined the group after Jeongyeon calmed down. Dahyun, who seemingly didn’t sense that something was wrong, let Nayeon know she was going back to study, and she needed some quiet. Great. Jeongyeon desperately just wanted to be alone with her, to be out of a crowd and away from the hoards of people she was convinced were staring at her, and now both of their usual options were now gone. Part of her wondered if she should just ask Momo if she could sleep on her floor, too scared to go back to her room to even get pajamas. Thankfully, though, there was a solution.

Nayeon suggested they go for a drive, so they did. Both of them sat in silence as Jeongyeon drove, the radio softly humming in the background. It was dark by then, the street lights growing less frequent as they drove away from the city. The highway out of Seoul was surprisingly empty that night, only dotted by the occasional passing car. The humidity from outside caused the windows to fog up just slightly, so Nayeon was happily spending her time drawing little shapes onto the glass. Jeongyeon shot her a glance, chuckling dryly.

“At least clean those up later, would you?”

Nayeon looked over with a pout.

“You don’t appreciate my masterpieces?”

“Ah yes.” Jeongyeon replied as she steered to the outside lane. “Who could forget the classic Weird Smiley Face on Glass, 2024 by the legendary Im Nayeon. How silly of me.”

“Legendary is damn right.” Nayeon huffed, sitting back in her seat.

Jeongyeon let out an amused sound but didn’t reply as she took the next exit. Their silence continued as Jeongyeon drove, taking a few turns before they finally arrived at their destination.

The parking lot of their favorite park was completely empty. Jeongyeon was shocked the gates were even open considering how late it was, but she was grateful. She took their usual spot near the woods, in the back corner of the lot. As soon as she put the car in park, Nayeon was unbuckling her seatbelt, stretching her arms out above her head with a groan. Jeongyeon huffed amusedly at the sight, which caught Nayeon’s attention. The older girl looked at her, giving a gentle smile.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Where would she even start?

Jeongyeon sighed, finally unbuckling her seatbelt and relaxing into her seat. She stared out the window at the forest ahead of them, lit up by the headlights of her car. She focused on where they faded between the trees, the gears in her brain grinding against each other in an attempt to work up the courage to answer.

“Bad day.” Was all she said.

Silence.

“I could tell.” Nayeon whispered.

Jeongyeon didn’t look at her. She couldn’t. If she did, she’d probably cry. That feeling from earlier was creeping its way back- the walls closing in on her as she tried desperately to take in the air that was very quickly being sucked out of her body. The body she barely liked, the brain that should’ve been different. Her arms felt like static, her fingers practically numb. She couldn’t tell if the emptiness in her stomach was from the anxiety or… the other problem. She didn’t want to think about it. She tried to focus on the shifting shadows in the trees, tried to make the song on the radio out over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears-

Nayeon’s hand found the top of hers and the feeling was gone. She finally looked over, only to be met with Nayeon’s bright, bunny-toothed smile.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She said. “But I think it would be good for you to get it out.”

Jeongyeon mashed her lips together in an attempt to smile. Nayeon was right, but fuck, if only it were that easy. She looked back down, at the hand that rested atop of hers. Nayeon’s hands were bigger than hers, nearly covered them. She’d just painted her nails baby pink. Her fingers were long and bony, but cute. They felt good against hers. They felt even better inside her.

God, that sounded nice.

Be serious, Jeongyeon.

“It just wasn’t my day today, that’s all.” She said, looking back out at the woods.

Clearly, that wasn’t a good enough answer.

“If it just wasn’t your day,” Nayeon said, making air quotations around Jeongyeon’s words with her free hand. “Why did you have a panic attack earlier?”

Jeongyeon sighed.

“I thought you said I didn’t have to talk about it.”

When she looked over at her girlfriend again, Nayeon was giving her that look, her infamous pout. There was no way out of this.

“You don’t have to. But it doesn’t mean I have to stop asking about it.”

Little shit. Jeongyeon loved her more than words. More than the entire universe, really.

“It’s just…” She sighed out. “A lot went wrong. I overslept, couldn’t shower, missed a class, ruined my favorite shirt, got caught in the rain, probably failed my biology test, wondered why I even decided studying to become a fucking nurse was the right choice, pissed my best friend off to the point where she won’t even speak to me, and…”

Her voice trailed off. Nayeon’s grip tightened.

She knew she needed to admit it.

“And I haven’t eaten since yesterday, Nayeon. It’s… It’s bad again. Really bad.”

She finally took a chance, hesitantly looking over at Nayeon, who was still focused on her, her eyes practically burning holes in her skin. She felt small under her gaze, even if it was one that was completely innocent. Vulnerability was not one of Jeongyeon’s strong suits. She sighed, looking away again.

“Today just… Sucked. I don’t…” She paused, inhaling through her teeth. “I don’t really like myself right now. And I don’t think anyone else really likes me, either.”

Silence again. Jeongyeon thought her head was going to fucking explode.

“Yoo Jeongyeon.”

She timidly looked back over, locking eyes with Nayeon.

“I know I’ll never be able to fully make it stop, that I can’t just… Love away all those thoughts.” She said, her attention never once leaving the younger girl’s. “But I will help you no matter what, I promise.”

Jeongyeon could already feel the tears pricking at her eyes. She didn’t say anything. Nayeon continued.

“Some things will break, but they can always be fixed. Missing a class and failing a test won’t kill you, we can replace your shirt, and Jihyo won’t be mad at you forever. Those are all easily fixable, I promise you.”

For one of the clumsiest people Jeongyeon had ever met, Nayeon was always so good with her words.

“And you didn’t choose to be a nurse, your mom did. That can still be fixed.”

“No, it can’t-”

“Yes, it can. Change your major. You want to be a journalist, not a stupid nurse. That’s all you’ve ever talked about- you literally ran our high school’s newspaper like it was the fucking navy. Your mom can suck it.”

“Nayeon.”

“Sorry.” She huffed. “But I’m serious, Jeongyeon. There’s a solution to all of that. You don’t have to listen to every single thing they say, y’know?”

“But they’ll-”

“No buts. You know my mom would take care of you if they didn’t. And you know I would be here, too. We would make it work, like we always have.”

She was right. Jeongyeon just nodded, closing her eyes, trying to fight back the tears, trying to accept what the older girl was telling her to be true, despite what her head was telling her. Nayeon’s grip tightened even more.

“I can’t make all the voices in your head go away completely, but I can at least try to talk over them. I’m so good at talking, y’know?”

“God, do we all know.” Jeongyeon jabbed, no real malice in her words.

“Right. Exactly. So with that being said,” Nayeon shifted, leaning over the center console. “Why don’t you let me do the talking for now? Just… Get your mind off of everything for a little bit.”

Jeongyeon finally opened her eyes again. She successfully managed to will the tears away, only letting a few lingering ones fall. She wiped them away with her sleeve and blinked a few times before looking back over at the girl who was now directly beside her. Nayeon gave her a small smile.

“Can I be selfish for a bit?” She asked.

Jeongyeon raised an eyebrow.

“Selfish?”

Nayeon’s face was now inches away from hers. Jeongyeon didn’t miss how her eyes drifted down towards her lips before snapping right back up.

“Selfish.” She answered. “As in, I want you all to myself.”

Jeongyeon knew where this was going. She knew exactly what Nayeon wanted. And after the day she had, fuck. She couldn’t deny that she wanted it, too. Needed it, even. Thank god they were on the same page.

“Then please,” Jeongyeon whispered. “Be as selfish as you want, for as long as you want. I’m all yours.”

The time it took for them to crawl into the backseat was shockingly short. Nayeon went first, practically yanking Jeongyeon’s flannel off as she pulled her through the gap in the seats. As soon as the younger girl managed to get settled, Nayeon was on top of her, crashing their lips together.

The kiss was wild, their tongues meeting desperately, their teeth occasionally smacking into one another as they went at it. Nayeon wasn’t gentle when she bit Jeongyeon’s bottom lip, the sudden pain causing her to whimper into her mouth. She didn’t pull away; she stayed, her jaw nearly slack as she let Nayeon do it again, even harder. The older girl sucked her lip between her teeth, her tongue quickly running over it to soothe any pain before diving back in for more.

It was just what Jeongyeon needed. A break. A chance to just turn her brain off. To let Nayeon do all the talking.

At least, that’s what she wanted. The moment she felt Nayeon’s hands slip underneath her shirt, skin against skin, she froze.

The voices were back, and they were loud.

“Nay-” She croaked out as she pulled away. “Wait, I…”

Nayeon immediately stilled herself, looking at her with so much concern. Love, rather.

“Honey, if you can’t do this right now, we can stop.” She said, her voice gentle, yet still so serious. “It’s up to you.”

Jeongyeon looked up at her, as if she were searching for something. She could see in Nayeon’s expression that she meant it- that if she wanted out, she could have out. Jeongyeon wasn’t the one being selfish here, after all. Nayeon would never push her to do something she wasn’t comfortable with.

And really, was it smart to be having sex in the back of her car right after Jeongyeon made a piss-poor attempt at dumping her emotions out? Probably not. There were other ways to mitigate them, to calm herself down, to distract herself. For someone who could be just as high maintenance as her, Nayeon was shockingly good at calming her down, and at distracting her. It just so happened that fucking Jeongyeon until she could barely remember her own name was her favorite method of distraction.

The only problem was that Jeongyeon had a body that she didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about.

But god, she just wanted a break. She wanted to feel good, wanted to find something decent about today. She wanted to like herself. She wanted to hear Nayeon’s voice above all the rest, even her own. Nayeon’s voice was the only one she ever really wanted to hear.

Nayeon started to pull her hands back, shifting so that she was off of Jeongyeon’s lap. Jeongyeon grabbed her wrist.

“Please, don’t stop.” She whispered. “Make me feel good, please. I don’t want to think about anything but you right now.”

Nayeon just nodded dumbly. She moved back, her hands finding Jeongyeon’s waist above her shirt, their lips meeting again, much more gently this time.

“Jeongyeon,” Nayeon said between kisses. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, you know that?”

Jeongyeon started to whine, wanted to protest. Nayeon didn’t let her. She immediately swallowed any noise she could’ve made, licking into her mouth for just a moment before pulling away and trailing kisses down to her neck. Nayeon gently sucked a bruise into the skin, running her teeth along it before moving to add another one right at her pulse point. Jeongyeon trembled, trying to hold back any sounds, as if she was scared someone would hear. Her fingers dug into the leather of the car seat, doing their best to hold on. Nayeon bit down harder. It felt good.

“Nay…” She whimpered out, her eyes falling shut. “Mommy…”

She felt Nayeon smiling against her neck, felt her teeth sink in again, another bruise. She pulled away.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” She whispered as she sat back up. Her hand cupped Jeongyeon’s cheek, her thumb running across her lips. “My good girl. You deserve the whole world.”

Jeongyeon opened her eyes again, kept eye contact with the older girl as she sucked her finger into her mouth. Nayeon trembled slightly, but didn’t move, just watching as Jeongyeon made a show of swirling her tongue around the pad of her thumb before sucking on it again. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for them, really. But something about everything else going on made it feel even more intense than usual.

Nayeon finally pulled her hand away. It was dark, dim enough so that they could barely see each other, but even then, the blush on the older girl’s cheeks was clear as day. She wiped her hand on her jeans before moving it back to Jeongyeon’s waist, teasing up the hem of her shirt.

“Can I?” She whispered.

Jeongyeon froze again. It wasn’t anything Nayeon hadn’t seen- they’d fucked plenty of times in their two years of dating (and even before they got together, but they were young and confused so they don’t really count that anymore). But right then, Jeongyeon was struggling. It always got bad when the issues creeped up again. She was proud to be mostly recovered, but… God, when it came back, it came back hard.

But Nayeon had never once judged her, never would. In fact, Nayeon was there for her first intake. She was the one who found her passed out in the bathroom right outside their high school’s art classroom, having nearly gone into a coma after she managed to not eat for an entire week straight; she was the one who called the ambulance. She was there for the second and third trips, too. And she was waiting for her when she got out, every time. They weren’t dating back then, but Nayeon was still always there, always encouraging her to get better. Even when Nayeon was having a hard time with her own life, she was there.

Jeongyeon barely felt pretty right then. Her hair was frizzy from the rain, her body probably drenched in anxious sweat. Her stomach felt so empty, her head nearly spinning from just how loud her brain was being. It was hard to ignore how heavy she felt, how ugly she felt.

But genuinely, fuck it.

She needed this more than anything else. The feeling of Nayeon’s hands on her, the way the older girl looked at her- it was enough to quell all of it. She could feel Nayeon’s love harder than anything else.

“Please.”

Nayeon nodded. Delicately, as if she was afraid the younger girl would break, she pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal her sports bra, helping Jeongyeon shrug her flannel off in the process. Her hands immediately found her chest, cupping her breasts over the fabric, giving them both a squeeze. Jeongyeon’s head fell back, a small sound coming from the back of her throat as Nayeon rolled her thumbs over her nipples before pinching them through the padding.

“So, so pretty, Jeongyeonie.” Nayeon mumbled, her hands moving to slip underneath, pushing her bra up.

Jeongyeon unwillingly shivered at the cold air, her cheeks turning red with the embarrassment of feeling her nipples get hard. All of it felt just slightly embarrassing, really. Gross, to some degree. But before she even had a chance to think about it, Nayeon’s mouth was on her, her teeth biting down on one of the sensitive nubs before her tongue rolled over it.

“Fuck.” Jeongyeon groaned out.

She could feel Nayeon smiling against her, could tell she was holding back a comment. Normally she’d be teasing, be telling her how easy it was to work her up. Instead, she gave her chest one last kiss before helping Jeongyeon adjust so she was resting against the door, her legs sprawled across the backseat. As soon as she was comfortable, she was back on her, straddling her thighs. She kissed her lips, neck, down to her chest again, switching her attention back and forth between each breast, teeth and tongue all over the place. Her hands were so warm as they dragged down Jeongyeon’s sides, her fingers delicately squeezing before her nails would drag behind them. The pain was light, somehow sweet. Welcomed. Jeongyeon’s brain was fully silent by then.

Well, up until Nayeon’s hand brushed against her core.

At the sensation, she was back down on earth, her mind struggling to swim in the rough waters of self repulsion. She gasped out, jolting, shying away from the older girl’s touch. Immediately though, Nayeon’s mouth was back on hers.

“Baby.” She whispered, kissing her again before sitting up. “We can stop, seriously. If you can’t handle it right now, we can go back to campus, forget this happened. It’s up to you, fully. I just need you to tell me.”

Jeongyeon bit her lip as she looked up at her. Nayeon’s lips were kiss swollen, parted as she breathed in and out deeply. Her cheeks were still red, her hair messy. Hot. Jeongyeon could feel the wetness between her thighs, how it had already pooled in her underwear; could feel herself clenching around nothing at the sight. She wanted this so badly, wanted Nayeon on her, in her.

She didn’t give a damn what her brain was telling her anymore. Couldn’t. Not when Nayeon was looking at her like that, as if she was going to devour her.

Carefully, she reached for Nayeon’s hand, moving it so it was pressed right up against where she needed it most.

“Don’t stop.” She breathed out. “Please, don’t stop, Nay. I need you.”

Nayeon huffed, smiled softly. She leaned down and pressed one last kiss to Jeongyeon’s lips before moving to unzip her jeans, tugging them and her underwear down just enough so that she could work easier. It felt shameful. Jeongyeon squeezed her eyes shut. Her face felt like it was on fire, her brain screaming at her that she didn’t deserve it, that Nayeon didn’t like her, that she was so disgusting-

“Puppy.”

Jeongyeon opened her eyes again.

“You’re so fucking wet. So fucking hot.”

Jeongyeon barely had any time to look up. By the time everything came back into focus, Nayeon’s hands were already on her. One was pressed against her mound, her fingers delicately pressed into the dark patch of hair that grew there, slightly pressing up so she had more room to work. She slowly dragged her other index finger up her slit before circling her clit, immediately focusing on the sensitive spot underneath the hood. Jeongyeon gasped at the feeling, her body falling limp against the door of her car as Nayeon started to play with her. It felt so fucking good.

“God, you’re so pretty, baby.” Nayeon whispered out, dragging her finger down to Jeongyeon’s entrance to collect more wetness before going back up. “Never seen anyone as pretty as you.”

Her words went straight to her core, her brain too fuzzy to really process anything. She just nodded dumbly as Nayeon continued what she was doing, increasing the pressure just slightly. It was good, fuck, it was so good- but she needed more. It was somewhat embarrassing, but she was already so fucking close. She could’ve easily cum just like that, from that stimulation alone. But she needed to be full. She needed Nayeon in her.

“What do you need, puppy?” Nayeon asked, as if she had just read her mind, her voice so soft that Jeongyeon nearly missed it.

So much for keeping a shred of dignity.

“I-In. Inside.” Jeongyeon whined. “Mommy, please. Need you in me.”

Nayeon nodded, whispered out a few hushed “okay”s, kissing her cheek before giving the younger girl exactly what she asked for. She moved down, teasing two of her fingers against her entrance. Jeongyeon whimpered, bucked her hips. Normally, this would’ve earned a scolding, maybe even a spank. But not then. Nayeon wasn’t going to hold it back, not after the day Jeongyeon had.

“Nayeon. Nayeonie.” Jeongyeon begged. “Please- ah!”

Nayeon cut her off by slipping her index and middle finger inside, immediately curling them up. Jeongyeon let out a groan, falling limp again as Nayeon began to fuck into her. For once, she was grateful that Nayeon’s fingers were so fucking long. They felt so fucking good, hit all the right spots. She couldn’t think about anything else but the feeling of them, how deeply they reached inside her, how they pressed up against her front walls as she dragged them back out. Nayeon was merciful enough to use her thumb to circle her clit as she worked, and Jeongyeon brokenly moaned at the feeling.

“Jeongyeonie, my perfect little Jeongyeonie.” Nayeon whispered, her voice dripping with want as she thrust her fingers right back in, spreading them open a bit and curling them up inside of her. “You take me so well. No one’s ever taken me as good as you do.”

Jeongyeon just nodded, too far away to really process what she was saying. All she could focus on was the feeling of her hand, how she had added a third finger without any resistance at all, how good they felt pressing against the deepest parts of her, stretching her open in the best way possible.

“Baby, look at yourself. Look at how good you take me.” Nayeon said, getting her attention again.

Jeongyeon opened her eyes, doing exactly what she was told. She shifted herself up just slightly and looked down, her jaw going slack as she watched Nayeon fuck her. It was so fucking hot, so nasty yet still so fucking beautiful. She loved what she saw, loved how her fingers would disappear, only to come back out covered in her own essence. And the sound of it all, too. The way she could hear just how wet she was when Nayeon teased her, flexing her fingers inside her before pulling back out. Her stomach tensed, a coil tightening right under the muscle, threatening to snap under the pressure of it all.

“Look at that, puppy.” Nayeon cooed, her voice gentle, her pace never letting up. “You’re so soft, so wet for me. So fucking pretty, doing such a good job. My good girl.”

Jeongyeon could barely hold on then.

“Mommy- fuck.” She groaned out, doing her best to keep herself up so she could watch. “Nayeon. I’m- I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah?” Nayeon asked, leaning forward so her lips inches away from Jeongyeon’s, her fingers curling up as she pushed them back in. “Puppy’s that close already? Gonna cum for me?”

Jeongyeon just nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, clenching her jaw. Nayeon did the action again, her palm pressing against her clit as she focused on the spot she knew the younger girl liked the most.

“So close. So fucking close. Gonna- gonna…” Jeongyeon whimpered out. “Mommy-”

Suddenly, Nayeon pulled out.

Jeongyeon whined pathetically, her eyes opening wide as she gasped for air. She could feel how her slick gushed out of her, the feeling in her stomach dissipating suddenly. She was right fucking there, right at the edge- and now nothing.

“Nayeon. What the fuck?”

Nayeon just smirked.

“You didn’t ask for permission.”

Jeongyeon groaned, her head falling back against the window.

“You’re so-” She panted. “Unbelievable.”

Somewhere in front of her, Nayeon giggled.

“Thought you liked when I did that?”

She did. But it had been a long fucking day.

She didn’t answer, was too busy pouting as she stared up at the ceiling. Nayeon shifted, leaned over, pressing a kiss to her chest before shifting back again. The action made Jeongyeon shiver, made her look back up. Right in front of her face, Nayeon held her now slick-covered fingers up.

“Taste yourself.” She said. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

God, how humiliating. But how could Jeongyeon say no to that?

She leaned up, delicately taking Nayeon’s fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along each of them before sucking. She didn’t often… taste herself. But this was nice. It was comforting in a way that was too hard for her to explain. Nayeon’s hands were amazing, soft, gentle as they prodded around her mouth, basically fucking it. The feeling of having something in her mouth kept her grounded, and, as odd as it was to admit, she tasted good. It was hard to describe how she tasted; a little bitter yet earthy, slightly salty. Nice overall. But she really thought Nayeon tasted better. She wished her mouth was on her, actually. Until Nayeon spoke again.

“Don’t you taste so good, Jeongyeonie?” She whispered, leaning in so her lips were close to her ear. “Every part of you is so good, isn’t it? You’re made up of so many amazing things.”

Jeongyeon did her best to nod, her cheeks burning. She felt like she could cry, honestly. She wasn’t exactly sure why. But she did her best to focus on what she was doing, on the fuzziness in her head, dragging her tongue across each pad before sucking again. Nayeon kept going.

“You taste so good. You smell so good. You sound so good. You look so fucking good, Jeongyeon. I’ve never seen anyone else who looks like you, never wanted anyone else as badly as I want you. I love all of you, every part of you is so beautiful. You’re so, so good. Perfect to me.”

Crazy thing to hear in the middle of sucking your own juices off your girlfriend’s fingers, but she needed to hear it. The pure genuineness and devotion in her words were what made her want to cry. Happy, very happy tears. But she held them back, kept doing what she was told to do.

After a bit Nayeon suddenly pulled her hand away, a soft “pop” following the action. Jeongyeon whined, frustrated, chasing after them. The older girl just chuckled, pulling her hand away farther.

“Do you want them in your mouth, puppy? Thought you wanted to cum?”

Jeongyeon made a noise, something akin to a whimper, exasperated. Nayeon decided to give her a break. Before Jeongyeon could say anything, she took her left hand and held it up to her mouth, her right one going back down, cupping the younger girl’s core, her middle finger teasing at her entrance.

“Don’t worry, honey. Just wanted to play with you a little. I’ll make it better.”

And she did. The fingers of her right hand slipped back inside with ease, while Jeongyeon took the index and middle finger of her left hand into her mouth, sucking on them mindlessly as Nayeon worked her open again. The buildup was fast, the coil in her stomach tightening even quicker now that she was all worked up. The entire time Nayeon just whispered sweet nothings to her, praised her, practically worshiped every single part of her through her words. Jeongyeon hung onto everything she said, letting it sink in the best she could in her half brainless state. It made her feel like she was worth something again.

She liked herself again, she thought. She could like herself if she had Nayeon. She wished she could like herself on her own, but, for now, this was a good start. Recovery was never linear. Two steps forward, one step back, repeat. But she’d be okay. She’d make sure she was okay, as long as Nayeon was with her.

“Such a good girl.” Nayeon muttered as she continued to fuck her. “My strong, sweet girl. All mine, no one else’s.”

Jeongyeon swore up and down she didn’t deserve Nayeon. She put up with all of her moodiness; all of her flaws, her avoidance. She’d been with her through thick and thin, through her highs and lows, and although she wasn’t perfect, she was always just so gentle. She just made sure Jeongyeon was okay. And really, that was what she needed the most.

There was nothing gentle about the way she was fucking her, now, though. But that’s how Jeongyeon liked it.

So when she finally got right to the edge again, right at the point where she was threatening to fall, she pulled her lips away from Nayeon’s hand, panting. Nayeon looked at her with some concern but she just shook her head.

“I’m close- I-”

Nayeon pushed back in, curling her fingers up, cutting her off. She moaned openly, uncaring just how desperate it sounded, her head falling back.

“Mommy-” It was increasingly hard for her to form words, but she did her best, her body shuddering each time Nayeon fucked into her. “Y-you told me to ask. I’m gonna… Please.”

Jeongyeon could feel the guilt coming back, could feel the embarrassment of it all trying to knock her back down. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nayeon’s smile. It was small, soft- loving. She was safe. She could ask for what she needed. Nayeon wouldn’t judge, never had, never would.

“Can I cum, please?”

Nayeon huffed through her nose, her smile turning into a devilish smirk, her pace increasing until suddenly she held her hand in. Her palm pressed right against Jeongyeon’s clit as she worked her fingers against that spongy, sensitive spot that rested deep inside her. Jeongyeon did her best to hold it, to wait for the command, to be good. But, fuck. She’d waited long enough.

“Nayeonie.”

Silence. Nayeon held her right there, right at the edge for another moment. She leaned down, her face close enough to Jeongyeon’s that she could feel her breath against her cheek.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

Nayeon pulled out one last time and then slammed back in, right against that spot. Jeongyeon instantly broke, coming undone on her fingers with a cry. Her whole body trembled as the coil finally unfurled, practically snapping as her release hit. It felt good, so much more intense than usual. She could feel how she gushed around Nayeon’s fingers, could feel her walls clenching around them, keeping them pressed so deeply inside. Nayeon pressed light kisses to the side of her face, keeping her palm pressed against her clit, gently kneading it as she curled her fingers inside, helping guide the younger girl through. As soon as Jeongyeon whined, shaking her head and shying away from her touch, she sat back up.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Jeongyeon.” Nayeon whispered as she finally pulled away. “You have no idea just how beautiful you are to me.”

Jeongyeon just laid there, panting, staring at the roof of her car. She was completely spent, breathless, basking in the afterglow. As fucked out as she was, though, Nayeon’s words hit her hard. It was difficult to really reply, her mind still hazy and distant, but it was a reality check.

She never had the right words to really describe just how much Nayeon meant to her, to tell her just how much she appreciated everything she did for her. Sure, Nayeon couldn’t just fuck the anorexia out of her, couldn’t just kiss the problems that came with it away. But it was enough to just have her there. It made her chest ache in such a sweet way. She never knew anyone could make pain feel that good until she met Nayeon all those years ago. So much had changed since then, but that ache, that longing, that love never went away.

Jeongyeon took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Something had clicked back into place.

“I love you.” Was all she could say.

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After some begging, and Nayeon arguing back that this entire thing was supposed to be about her, she managed to convince the older girl to ride her face. It was a bit difficult given the angle, Nayeon hunched over on top of her, her hands braced against the window to keep herself up, but it was still so nice. Jeongyeon just wanted to taste her- to have her mouth on her, in some way. It felt nice to use it, to have something in it, even if that something was Nayeon’s clit. Whatever worked.

As soon as Nayeon finished, she pulled the younger girl up into another kiss, long and gentle and soft, just enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them had any idea how late it was, having cut the car off before they crawled into the back seat to save gas and leaving their phones up in the front. But they weren’t in a rush. They didn’t have classes the next day, anyways. And neither of them really wanted to go just yet.

At least, until Jeongyeon’s stomach growled. She was at the point of feeling lightheaded, not having eaten anything in well over a day. Nayeon didn’t scold her about it, didn’t make a comment about any of it, really. She knew better than to do that. Instead, she asked to drive back, to give Jeongyeon a break. And Jeongyeon agreed.

After Jeongyeon awkwardly helped Nayeon get dressed again, and some play fighting, and kissing a little more, they both crawled back into the front seats. By the time they got situated and checked their phones, it was 20 minutes past midnight. They were about an hour away from campus, and probably had overstayed their welcome in that parking lot about an hour before. They drove back in near silence again, the only sounds being the low whir of Jeongyeon’s car and the radio softly playing, Nayeon occasionally humming along to the songs as she drove.

Jeongyeon had just started to drift off when the car came to a stop. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, rubbing them a bit before taking in their surroundings. They were on the outskirts of the city, in the parking lot of a 7/11.

“Hey there.” Nayeon said, getting her attention. “I really wanted some ice cream, maybe some other snacks. Do you want to come in and get some with me?”

Jeongyeon looked at her, still half asleep. She considered what she was asking, and for a moment, it crawled back. She could feel the creature that screamed at her to say “no” clawing at her stomach, the heaviness of it resting on directly on her shoulders.

But when Nayeon smiled at her- that adorable, toothy smile that she cherished more than anything else, it went right away. She nodded.

“Sure. I could go for some kimbap, actually.”

#nik.txt #asks #my fics #twice fic #jeongyeon #nayeon #2yeon #najeong

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tubbytarchia · 2 months ago

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We should support artists and help them recognize their worth but I'm honestly so tired of "Your colored and shaded art is worth more than 10 bucks" and "these prices are too low" etc. Kind of maddening to me that it's treated like a choice when most artists will never have the reach to charge "fairly" for their art on a consistent basis. This isn't a jab at anyone because most people saying this are well meaning and maybe accidentally tonedeaf at worst, but the only choice some people have is either earn a little bit of money or earn no money at all. Idk surely there's other ways to be supportive or tell someone that their art is worthwhile without insisting that they raise their prices. Where and what is the advice once the prices ARE raised as suggested and yet no money is made? Would the advice be to put prices back down? To just be persistent and be better at advertising yourself?

When I started out, I tried to price "fairly", with and without advice from fellow artists (who all suggested prices that never sold) and then just decreased those prices like 5 times because no one would commission me. I wasn't upset when an anon told me "I was surprised to see the prices!", but I am upset about all the "these prices seem too low..." I got years ago in retrospect. When I voiced that I couldn't charge any higher because otherwise I wouldn't get paid, I was often dismissed. And I couldn't help but note that by all the people who got commissioned at least regularly with good pay

I'm not personally too upset about my own commissioning situation anymore, I used to be, but after so many mental breakdowns of trying to earn any money that justified the time I spent on my art and failing miserably, I accepted that it just isn't even for me. (This is why I wouldn't ever want to work with a CC either lol I would kms. As a one-off maybe). I still offer it but with a lot of leniency towards myself, which I think warrants lower pricing and I'm not upset about it. Because who would've guessed, that doing a hobby you love as a line of work with inherent new pressures isn't always going to make you happy and can ruin the hobby for you instead! Wild.

My personal commission meltdown journey under cut, because I want to and I think it'll make me feel better

My awesome commission meltdown happened about a year ago, but boy I have been trudging for awhile. Maybe 5 or 6 years ago now, I used to have a friend, my former best friend, who struck gold. They got lucky. Their art was also fantastic, but ultimately they got lucky, because good art in itself never guarantees that you can earn buck from it. They created a closed species that quickly became very popular to the point that they could draw one design on a whim and easily get 50EUR minimum out of it. That's not even commission work, to get paid well for art that YOU want to make is an absolute dream but even less reliable for most artists than commission work. I created multiple species too with like 0.20EUR prices and followed all the advice my friend gave me. I advertised myself like hell which is something I've continued to do until a year ago with a 100% failure rate. For funsies, some specimens of the species I attempted to sell (I very much detached from my usual preferred monster designs too to try and have wider appeal and gimmicks)

(If anyone wants to "adopt" any Rosebuds (1st rose-like species) or Dumlins (2nd bird-like species) for free then you're very welcome to, I can send the full sheets lol. Only one of them ever got adopted. I'm over it but hey just in case there are any adoptable fanatics in here)

After a few years I think I gave up, didn't earn a dollar with any of them and moved over to commissions because that's way easier to get money for anyway, I thought. And I've done many commissions by now but with most costing 5-20EUR. Very few outliers got any tips (usually from friends) and very few people were willing to pay more to begin with. I think I've done just 2 artwork that I was paid 50 for and those are the only comms I've done above 20EUR, and I count myself very lucky for ever even getting that opportunity. Here's some examples of commissions I've done for 20 bucks or less

(To be clear, I'm not upset about any of these. Jk lol I'm forever bothered by one of them. The 1st one but I will spare the details)

I tried so desperately to advertise myself on Twitter, on Tumblr, on DA, on Reddit, on Discord servers... in the end I got like one commission that wasn't just from a friend or acquaintance , and I'm willing to bet at least a few "friend" commissions I've done were out of pity, and I wouldn't blame them because I was a desperate little teenager. I went through a whole furry arc where I went out of my way to draw furry art because everyone knows furries got the money. I was very open to nsfw art too for very low prices to help me build my portfolio further, and I was again full-throttle advertising every which way I knew how, trying to reach out there, and gained nothing for it

Meanwhile, I just felt like doing this little animation. This wretched thing. This fucking. This little piece of work that came from a place of love and now I want to cry thinking about what this thing did to me

This is a niche Yugioh monster that I animated dancing. Somehow, it got out of the Yugioh circle and popped the fuck off majorly on twitter. Nobody knew what the hell this thing is but they liked it. This shit got reposted on Tiktok, on Reddit, probably many other sites too with zero credit back to me, naturally, with hundreds of thousands of views, possibly millions, I would check if I could still find any of them. So that sucked but guess what else happened? Like 5 people DMed me about commissioning animation work from me. TO THIS DAY despite my twitter being now deleted, people every so often reach out to me about this. And because there was DEMAND I figured, I can ask fair prices. But I'd never been able to before so I still undersold myself A LOT. Fully fledged animation is hard goddamn work. But I accepted 3 commissions, and I made progress on all of them, and then I deleted my twitter. I left all of those people in the dark (I never took any of their money though!!! I never ask for money until my work is completed unless you buy through Kofi)

I just realized how fucking miserable it all made me and how much I didn't want to do this and what a piss poor motivator money is for me to do art for, in the comfort of my home. I love money, I sure would love to have more of it and not have to rely on minimum wage jobs that I dislike but god, all of that made me so deeply upset and with all those years of failure, I suddenly struck gold like my friend had all those years back, and I had so many people wanting to give me money for my work, and it felt like a fucking joke. I was honestly just so peeved and pissed off that this is what it took, and had a meltdown over it and I was also just in the worst place of my life at the time that I've never truly recovered from. All of this just added to how much I wished to be eaten by a wild animal on a daily basis at the time

I don't feel like I got ANYTHING out of all that. The money I got absolutely didn't justify the effort and time I put into commissions and all my self advertising and portfolio building ventures were a waste of time too. The only thing I've taken away from it is that I don't want to repeat that and I will probably never want to work a job doing art or animation even if it could pay more than minimum wage crap. My former friend has a successful Patreon, I've encountered dubs of their comics with millions of views on various platforms, their species even got ripped off by someone who just turned their species nsfw, lol. And I draw minecraft men kissing

I'm not happy but I'm not upset about it anymore, even if I still get majorly peeved by some artists who underplay their immense success whilst others are begging for crumbs. (Again they usually mean well but sometimes I do find these people genuinely dislikeable. Anyway). In a perfect world, artists wouldn't have to work their asses of to get grocery money and be so reliant on luck to pop off once and then never have to worry about it again. I'm sad this is what it took for me to realize it's not even for me, after all these years of negligible profit, and I'm sad I was ever led to believe that getting fair pay was possible without all the work I put into trying to get my art out there, only to eventually succeed via pure luck and then not earning a penny from it anyway. Please support and continue to support small artists. If you can, please tip them too. Share and support their work in other ways if you can't or don't want to pay!

With all that said though, I appreciate anyone who has commissioned me during my time in the MCYT fandom, that means so much to me that you like my art that much. And I'm really sorry for the few people I ended up refunding because I didn't feel up to their requests - that's what I mean by the leniency I give myself. If it ever comes close to stressing me out again, I'll just give it up in favor of my mental health haha. And I hope you guys understand. Thank you as well for anyone who's bought my MCYT merch, you are so awesome and I'm actually omw to earning some profit from it eventually which has made me happier than any other art related work I've done

and with THAT said, man NONE of you have used discounts that I've hidden in my text posts previously..!! I reinforce though that regardless, I'm open to haggling if you're tighter on money but want to get a little something. I love you regardless though and thanks for listening to my shit ted talk

#blabber #long shitty post

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averagemafuyukinnie · 3 months ago

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2 years and over 40k posts and I'm only making a pinned post now

TALK TO ME!!! i love talking even if im awkward

also pls tag me in things

i can't fit everything in my bio so here we go

my names are kia, kyrie, neptune, and jack and i use he/it pronouns. friends can call me mafuyu as well. I'm dogkin. i have a pronouns page if you want more info

I'm a median system but I'm still figuring most of it out (alter blogs are 👇👇 scroll a bit)

my dc is averagemafuyukinnie

I'm a minor so don't be weird please!!! adults can interact tho it's fine. again just don't be creepy

I'm from italy and i speak italian, english, some french, and I'm trying to learn spanish

i mainly post about project sekai, but I'm also in other fandoms such as:

in stars and time (I'm still on act 2 so no spoilers)

needy streamer overload

bocchi the rock

toilet bound hanako-kun (rereading the manga rn)

assassination classroom

doki doki literature club

pokemon (kinda)

vocal synths (vocaloid, utau, etc)

alien stage

and probably more i forgot

some of my all time fav characters/ships are:

saki tenma

kasane teto

mafuyu asahina

ena shinonome

miu takagi

leo/need

niigo

kangel/ame

bonnie

siffrin

kasane teto

till

mizi

hyuna

harusaki

ruinene

mafuena

mizurui

shihomiu

ichikanahona

sakian

sakiena

ivantill

mizisua

probably more

i also have a couple f/os but im not telling

non fandom related interests:

dogs

birds

animals in general actually

music

guitar + bass guitar

idk i forgot. i like a lot of things

i also draw sometimes!!! you can find my drawings in the #kyrie art tag

i run @sakitenma-everyday as well as a few rp blogs: @hinomori-shihofficial @junior-high-mizuki-official @werewolf-enanan @transfem-saki-official @miu-takagi-official @honahona-ln @sup3rn0v4-mmj @mafurs @poketrainer-yuki. i also have an agere blog

@shibaobao, @reeling-in-the-l1ghts, @ai-no-m4t3r1al, @meowzuzuki, and @tera-tera are my headmates' blogs

if you need me to tag anything feel free to ask, i tag with "#tw [thing]". if i forget to tw anything feel free to remind me. I won't tag caps or swearing bc i use them a lot

for me, please tag emetophobia, graphic gore, graphic sh and animal death. ny catchall tag is '#neptune look away' but the normal tags are ok too

while i do my best to use tone tags when necessary, I'd prefer them being used as little as possible when talking to me (or just dont use them at all)

dni if you're lgbtq+ phobic in anyway (especially terfs fuck off), sh/ed blogs, pedos/zoos, zionists, pusu supporters, anti-endos, and if you think transandrophobia isn't real

do not drag me into any kind of discourse

#pinned #kyrie art #neptune cos stuff

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cxhleel108 · 9 months ago

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: Here we go again…

(Sorry friends a bitch was getting crunk the last two days so I did not have time to do this until today❤️)

• Ok before we even start why is he sitting like thiskdmsmsnsnd someone help me.

• So the customization…I told y’all I wasn’t trying to gag too hard when they first revealed MC and this is exactly why cuz once again why we only get braids for textured hair??? They’re not even free like y’all already pissing me off.

• So clearly this season is about zodiac because why else would we only be getting star sign tattoos?

• Meet Jaylin y’all😝😝😝 You’ll be getting all her info soon.

• Everyone hating this swim suit but it actually being my favorite. The others were just ok to me Idk sue me.

• Mind you it’s only been like 2 minutes and we already causing issues.

• I think we’re already getting married tomorrow guys Idk.

• And he has a lion tattoo so that means he’s most likely a Leo and my girl is a Gemini oh look how I ate this pairing up!

• Oh Theo stans I’m so sorry…

• I’m so glad I’ve never ended up getting the guy stuck in the “Day One” couple like I really would just end it all.

• The job options being the exact same…ok! I wanted her to be an athlete anyway😁

• Him assuming that he had a high chance of being picked when Oakley and Jin are present…I just busted out laughing.

• Yeah all this talk about compatibility and these dudes talking about being “magnetized” and “drawn” to us is def giving let’s compare our charts to see if we should fuck each other or not.

• Such a real bitch oh Claudia I love you already💯💯💯

• Sophie telling me to cool it around Jack like I want him…I just busted out laughing again.

• Our date with Theo just feeling like two people building a friendship and not a relationship was nice I would love for it to stay that way tbh (Him like 5 minutes later saying he was trying not to flirt with us can they not do this again like please).

• Jack’s date was a snooze fest who’s shocked? Also him having two moms just makes sense Idk why.

• I am gonna have so much fun replaying this season to do Jin’s route omg this man is too good.

• Yeah I already don’t like Emel. Girl who is bringing yo ass a bouquet at 8 in the morning??? Don’t piss me off.

• Uhhh cuz I’m badder than you, duh!

• Outfit time🥳🥳🥳

• These are cute!

• This is not!

• Right…anyways so!

• Yikes!

• Hehehehe no y’all don’t understand like she is already my bestie fr. Love when one of the girls is here for the fuckshit.

• The drama that be happening sometimes be so stupid like girl. Claudia sitting here telling me everyone was mad at each other on DAY FUCKING ONE because nobody wanted to be with who they were with…do y’all just come on here and then forget how the show works.

• Oh girl just stop like fuuuuck😭😭😭

• Outfit time again✨

• The panties did not need the sheer added.

• This literally being a swimsuit.

• Claudia’s outfit is so cute ugh werk!

• WHY IS THIS MAN BOOTY SO DAMN FAT LIKE OMGGGG😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

• He wanna compete with me so bad!

• I’m cryinggggg why we really living the storybook romance that Emel keep begging for.

• Me & Oakley: “Cheats are the lowest of the low”

• Also Me & Oakley: *Eating each other’s faces off outside*

• Yes please get Emel out of here before she takes Willow’s place and actually starts annoying the fuck outta me.

#not bad for the intro #it’s only down from here #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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bright-and-burning · 1 month ago

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I am really intrigued by how your writing process sounds. Do you like write summaries in an outline and then replace each scene summary with the actual scene?

DJFLADJLAD paging @foggieststars and @userkritaaay for this one (they are both equally horrified by how i write). basically... it is not that simple. im afraid.

i actually have been doing some funky stuff w storing my current wip specifically so i can explain my writing process better (i feel like having examples is helpful bc uh. my process is genuinely a little incomprehensible.)

i rambled a lot here w lots of spoiler free examples (equally, if anyone is looking for any little snippets from this wip, there's some below lol). and im not actually sure this explanation makes any sense. tldr the answer is ehhh kind of? but with more steps in between?

everything starts in my notes app, cuz it's easily cross-accessible on my phone and my laptop. sometimes it's like, a sentence or two of what i call Real Prose (final product type stuff), sometimes it's like, a rambling paragraph describing a concept like i would if i was texting a friend (sometimes this is literal in that i copy paste text convos in if i think i'll do something w it). i'll call this stage 0.

current wip (sci fi fantasy au aka the light between lines, which started in the notes app as just the words "xmen meets shadow and bone. or something" (and stayed that way for ages)) technically began as voice messages to @mecachrome while heating up leftovers. back in. i wanna say may.

anyways. it starts small, and the next stage (stage 1, i guess?) is this weird mix of rambling and Real Prose. an example:

this one is especially funky bc its part Very Vague timeline (i cut off earlier bits that spoil things but it stretches back several years more), part sketchy rambling, part Real Prose.

so now i have this like, rambling outline. kind of. it's like if i was on the phone w a friend explaining the idea, and every so often i'd be like WAIT THIS IS SUCH A GOOD LINE. and then there's a real line. [i use brackets as signals of things switching back and forth between modes. easy to search up, not really used in regular prose, etc]

for this wip, i then copied everything into my word processor of choice, so i wouldn't lose the evidence of the rambling outline. lol. although i did it slightly late, so there's already some transition to the next stage.

then i go through in order, and fill it in. here's a bit from my notes app, it's very "telling a story to a friend" (this is stage 1 still):

here's that same bit at the bottom of my word doc (aka stage 2 except normally i replace it/write over it in place in the doc. i've been saving it all instead of replacing it for this exact reason). i've elaborated now. they're in a locker room, now. lando's kitting up. need to hit on this emotional beat, need to have this reference to oscar in the scene prior being sleepy, need to have this lore explained, and then there's action. but there's still a Lot to fill in, obviously. oscar has to kit up. are they talking the whole time? what's lando doing in the gaps of silence if they aren't. and then the entire training mission. lol. [some bits of my notes are already at this stage or beyond so i dont have to do anything i just scroll past, and some bits are literally like "lando is mad. oscar is mad. they shout" and i have to do the heavy lifting here]

this ^ then becomes 1069 words. 305 of which come from the words between "lando's" to "babies," and 764 of which come from "they go out on a training mission and it doesn't go tits up." here's the beginning of that (this is more like stage 4, if im honest.):

NORMALLY. there are brackets all over the place still, at this stage. this scene just came easier than normal lmao. but this is what it would normally look like in uhhh stage 3:

it's very... in conversation with myself. does nerve make more sense for lando to use than audacity? does dirtier than he started sound better than dirty again? idk i'll figure that out later. the moment i feel stuck i move on. immediately. otherwise i would go MAD like, 60 words into a wip trying to come up a perfect word. that is a sticky problem for AFTER i've done the majority of the work, so that way i don't just give up completely early in the process.

i didn't know how to phrase jenson's attempt at making oscar not mad so i just put down the gist and kept it pushing. i know i want lando to have some kind of snarky thought about it being hard on oscar but i couldn't figure out how to phrase it right. so i got down the core elements and kept moving. etc etc etc.

the transition from stage 2 to stage 3 is where i really use brackets and lowercase to differentiate. for some reason, my brain gets less... fussy. when i write in all lowercase. cuz it knows it's not going out like that, so it can be less perfect. so sometimes there's a stage 2.5 that's like a full scene but it's all lowercase to ease the pressure. and then i'll go back thru and capitalize.

the doc rn has. 7.7k of words. 4.1k of those words are at like, stage 3 and beyond. there might be a couple transition bits in there that are entirely in brackets and therefore are really like. stage 2.5. if that. there's a couple scenes with no brackets whatsoever aka stage 4. there's 1k straight of action where the only brackets are around my vocab choices for the vehicle they drive. the remaining 3.6k is somewhere between stage 1 and stage 2 (mostly stage 2 tho. probably averaging at stage 1.9)

i don't go from stage 1 to stage 2 to stage 3 for the whole document in order. to be clear. im not on draft 3 rn! it's not, oh everything is stage 2, and then slowly everything becomes stage 3, and then slowly everything becomes stage 4. i dont write in order!! and also the stages aren't rigid lmfao it's all slow evolution

to go from stage 2 to 3 isn't like, i sit and look at a scene summary and work on that same scene until it is mostly prose w a couple clarifying brackets. it's like, i come across a scene summary/stage 2 chunk. i start writing. i get a little stuck, i leave the line of scene summary for the bit im stuck on and move to the next line. sometimes i cant get it into prose at all but i can elaborate more on the scene summary, so it's a little more detailed than it was before. sometimes i get a lot stuck, and i can't visualize anything at all. ok. it's all gonna be scene summary, or script-y dialogue that sounds wooden but gets the meaning out, whatever works. that's fine lemme leave it alone.

and then i scroll down until i find a bit i DO have the visuals for, i DO know what's going on for. maybe it's a single bracket in an otherwise perfectly prose section that i've finally figured out the wording for. maybe it's a scene summary that's suddenly playing out in technicolor in my head. maybe it's a completely stage 4 section that i've decided actually these two lines should be one. and then i repeat! eventually i hit the bottom of the doc and head back up to the top to repeat again, and again, and again. until all of it's in stage 4 with maybe a couple brackets, which means it's set to go to the google docs for beloved darling betas to read over and tell me what's what <3

this probably did not . make a ton of sense. i wish i had the equivalent of those like painting process videos bc i think it WOULD make sense if i could be like SEE. but kfjdsajfjfdlsa

#sorry anon this was like. probably way more than you were looking for. i know nobody gaf dksjfa #this is also why i dont really . edit. after a fic is done.#beyond the post-beta stuff and maybe one readover before i send it to anyone betaing #bc i was editing the Whole Time.#writing process #<- so i can find this later. hopefully #mine.snip #ask

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I was going to send this as an ask too bc tumblr screwed me and put my reblog as a draft but then I saw the new pics of Katie McGrath, got distracted and forgot about it until now lol

Anyways

So, ok, I need to ask (and you can say no, no problem at all) but ever since I read The Other Kryptonian I can’t stop thinking about how I just can’t fucking choose between Kara and Lena!!! You wrote it so fucking well that I can’t choose one and see the other sad. So, could you do an alternative ending where reader end up with both?

I even have this headcanon (I have a bunch of them for this story tbh) where she says she now has two hearts (bc of the device Lena made for her) and they belong to two people, so she can’t choose.

I actually have the whole thing in my mind but idk if you’d like to read it all

But as an added bonus: I also see Lena and Kara falling in love for each other and reader kinda seeing this happen but not wanting to interfere and let them do it in their own pace

The Other Kryptonian - alternative ending.

Ending with both Kara and Lena :)

Word Count: 3215.

Notes: damn it was fun revisiting this story. Hope you enjoy this!

part 1, part 2, part 3

They are all so nice. All of their friends are nice and genuinely good. It makes your guilt sit heavier on your stomach because they are heroes saving the world from people like you. Your heart is also heavy, you don’t think you can tell them many of the awful things you’ve done.

After a while talking with all of them, you spot Lena coming out of the elevator. You don’t know exactly what your face says, but Lena can read it perfectly when she comes closer and holds your free hand -the one Kara isn’t still holding.

“I’m glad you all got a chance to meet Y/N, but I think it’s time for her to rest.” Lena blinks at you, etched with support. You nod, suddenly feeling that you should rest for sure.

“You know, I was about to say that.” Alex adds, her hand makes way to your shoulder, and she squeezes lightly. “Go rest, we’ll be here when you wake up.”

Kara looks at you, query in her eyes. “You ok? I can fly you home so you can rest better.”

“Oh.”

Home.

That’s a word you haven’t said in a while. Where would that be? The room Lex used to keep you in? Your old house in Midvale? The ship? Krypton?

“I think Kara meant her home.” Lena explains when she sees how confused you are. “But maybe you should come with me.”

It’s almost unnoticeable, but at that Kara holds your hand a little bit tighter. And Lena’s heart beats a little bit faster.

“No. I mean, what if Lex comes back for her? I have to protect her.”

“Well, she can protect herself, she is also Kryptonian. Besides, I should be around to see if the second heart is working properly.”

Alex, hearing that, takes one little step backwards, aware of something you are not. Everyone else that was watching the interaction, looked somewhere else and engaged in meaningless conversations. You look down on your hands, intertwined with both women, feeling incapable of letting go of any of them.

“If the heart stops working, I’ll fly her back here in a blink of an eye.”

“Sure, and if Lex comes back for her I’ll use the watch and you’ll be there in a blink as well, won’t you?” Lena pulls your hand slowly. “Besides, I have extra space. Your apartment would be kind of cramped. She needs to actually rest; she won’t be able to do that on your couch.”

“My couch is very comfortable.” Kara speaks out of greeted teeth. “And she would obviously sleep in the bed with me. We’ve done that many times before, right Y/N?”

You’re not sure it’s a real question when Kara gives Lena a wry smile. Everyone else in the room is clearly trying to hide their discomfort at the situation, but all breathes are stuck in their lungs after the question, and you can feel the tension wrapping around your throat as your breath also gets stuck in your lungs.

“Oh.” And all of sudden all eyes are on you. “Maybe I should stay on the med bay?” You plead at Alex with your eyes, and she agrees promptly.

“Yes! I have yet to clear her permanently.” Alex comes back closer, hands on your shoulders. “Well, come on. A little bit more of the yellow sunlight won’t hurt.”

Both let go of your hand, unable to argue with that logic. Alex helps you back into the med bay, turning the yellow lights back on.

“You know,” She starts, giving you another pillow so you can get more comfortable. If only she knew this is the most comfortable you’ve been in years. “It’s a hard choice, but one you’ll have to make.” Alex taps on your hand lightly. “I can’t hide you out here forever.”

You let out a smile at that, and she smiles back at you.

“Hey,” You call her a moment before she leaves the room. “Thank you. Lena told me you’ve helped, and I know you did the surgery too. I know I’m a wanted criminal…” You choke on your words after that. It’s true, but still not easy to admit it out loud.

Alex assures you. “It was all Lex. I can tell the difference.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t really like me before that either.” You force a smile out.

“Water under the bridge.”

And just like that, all of those times you thought about Alex and why she hated you faded away.

It’s funny, having dreams. You were never once for having different dreams every night. But this time there was no falling from the sky. No yelling for you to run and protect yourself. No begging for your safety whatsoever.

It was only blue and green. Blue sky. Green grass. Blue ocean. Green trees. Blue eyes. Green eyes. Love and love.

It’s a hard choice, but one you’ll have to make.

It's a decision between secrets, deep understanding, familiar touches, hearts that play the same symphony, and love. It’s about going back to what is known. To what was supposed to happen all along. It’s choosing blue.

It’s a decision between blunt honesty, desperate trust, touch-starved skins, strong holds on hearts, and love. It’s about taking the leap. It’s about closing the distance your body has been protesting all along. It’s choosing green.

A hard choice, indeed.

--------------- different ending starts here ---------------

You wake up to the warmth of the artificial sun on your skin. You haven't felt this good in—well, maybe ever. Now, you're free to use your powers as you wish, not at the command of others. And best of all, beside you are the two women you’ve loved most in your life.

"Baby," you hear, the voice as familiar as your own heartbeat. You open your eyes, hardly daring to believe they aren’t playing tricks on you. But there she is—Kara Danvers, standing in front of you with a hot plate of waffles, just like she used to when you were both teenagers. And right beside her is Lena Luthor, her eyes bright as she hands you a steaming mug of coffee. You think this might be the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

"Can we talk to you for a little bit?" Lena asks gently.

You nod, a bit wary of revisiting the uncomfortable situation from last night. Kara places the plate on the bed, and you start eating before either of them can say another word. It’s been ten long years since you last had waffles, and you’d forgotten just how good they taste. Your mouth is full when Lena begins again.

"We talked about what happened last night." Lena pulls a chair over and sits down in front of you. Kara turns off the sunlight simulator, then joins her, sitting down in front of you.

"We don’t want that to ever happen again," Kara says, reaching for your hand. "We made you uncomfortable, and everyone around us." She takes a deep breath, clearly holding back tears. "It’s obvious that we both have feelings for you. You were the only person I’ve ever loved like this. I tried to have other relationships, but no one understands me like you. No one ever will."

"I know," you whisper, biting your lip to keep the tears at bay. "I feel the same."

"And I would give anything to have you by my side again. It would be—Rao, baby, it would be everything. We’d fly around the world, helping people like we always dreamed. And you’d finally get to explore Earth’s history. There are so many things I want you to see."

You squeeze her hand tighter. "Why are you saying this like it can’t happen?"

"It could. But I'm not going to make you choose me. I want you to be happy, and if happy is Lena, then — then I want that for you."

"And I want the same." Lena says reaching for your free hand. "I want you to have it all. You’re here, and you’re safe. And I finally have you next to me and darling, I’ll do everything I can to give back all that Lex stole from you." Lena smiles at you and you can no longer hold the tears back. "If you want to be with Kara, I'll support you no matter how I feel. I’m not going to hold you back from happiness"

"I—" There's a tennis size ball on your throat and you can't even swallow. "I can't decide. I love both of you. And I — I need the two of you equally. I've gone so long alone. I don't want that anymore."

Kara's arms are the first you feel around you, but Lena is quick to hold you too.

"You are never going to be alone again, darling. We are all here for you."

The embrace feels like home, a place you never thought you'd find again. The warmth of Lena's arms, the steady comfort of Kara's presence—these are the things you've missed for so long. The weight of years of loneliness and fear melts away in their hold.

When you finally pull back, you see the tears in their eyes mirror your own. Kara's smile is soft, and Lena’s touch on your cheek is gentle, grounding you in this moment.

“I don’t know how this will work, or if it will at all.” you admit, voice trembling. “But I don’t want to lose either of you. I can’t.”

Kara nods, squeezing your hand. “We’ll figure it out together," she says, extending her hand to Lena. In a moment, they’re holding hands too. "All of us.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you allow yourself to hope. Maybe this can work. Maybe you don’t have to choose. Maybe love doesn’t have to be divided like it has been all your life. Maybe the three of you can find a way to share it.

The tension that once filled the room dissipates, replaced by a sense of peace. You take a deep breath, feeling lighter than you have in years.

Lena looks at you, her eyes full of warmth. “You don’t have to rush anything, darling. We have time now. We'll figure out how to make this work for the three of us.”

Kara nods in agreement. “Yeah, there’s no need to decide everything right now. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

You smile at both of them, feeling a sense of relief. “I’d like that.”

Kara's eyes smile, as well as the rest of her face, and she comes closer to kiss your forehead. You close your eyes to it, can't help but to. It's been years since your touch-starved skin has received any love, any proof that you are deserving of more than suffering. You can’t help the way your heart swirls with joy at this small gesture.

It's almost too long to be considered innocent. And before you even open your eyes, you feel another pair of lips, and you can't believe how well you know the difference, kissing your temple.

"I was never not thinking about you." Lena whispers in your ear, and a smile tugs at your lips, unbidden but welcome.

"I've missed you everyday since the last time I saw you." Kara whispers in your other ear, and you feel another kiss being planted on your cheek.

And another on the other cheek. And another on the tip of your nose. Eye. Chin. Every inch of your face is showered with love and devotion, and your heart, Rao! Your heart has been beating so fast and hard, you're scared of failing you.

"We'd do anything for you." You're not sure who said that, or at least who started the sentence, but you know that by the end of it, both voices had mingled and it was your favorite sound.

You slowly open your eyes, when you don't feel any kisses on your face for a few seconds. Kara and Lena are still so close, you can feel that you are all sharing the same breath. Eyes so close, blue and green are about to become one. Or even better, yours.

"Please," You reach for their faces, each palm on one of their cheeks. "Please," You beg again. You beg with your mouth, and with your eyes. Your love begs in silence and preaches in scream.

"Anything you want."

Lena's lips touch yours for a brief second before they are replaced by Kara's and oh Rao, if only you knew all along this would be your future. If only you knew it was not a choice, but a balance. Not division, but unity. If only you knew you'd get what you've been searching for all your life.

"Lena," You blink at her and you can read her eyes perfectly as if you never once stopped seeing them, "I — I love you. It's you and all the things you do. You're all that I would think about."

She blinks too, starry-eyed and understanding. Face etched with love and desire. So, before you even ask her permission for it, she leans in, her lips meeting yours, her breath mingling with yours. This—this feels sacred, like something holy. And who else would hold you if not her?

It's perfect, incredible, but there is an itch on your throat, there's something more to be said. There's someone else to be touched and felt and loved. And Lena knows it too, for when she separates your lips, she gives you a nod and space so you can tell Kara what you need.

"Kara," You hold her face close to yours so you can whisper in her mouth, "Shovuhodh khuhp w rraop ehm tiv ewuhshehd im tiv aorghuhs uldifirstunia chao ukep."

Kara's eyes are full of tears because she remembers your mom teaching both of you a few sentences in Kryptonian and this is one you'd always say while looking deep inside Kara's eyes. I love you to the end of the ever-expanding universe and back.

And as an answer, she holds your face closer and kisses you like she would all those years ago. Hearts synchronizing playing the known symphony. Souls bleeding so. And who's gonna know you if not her?

This happens once every few lifetimes. You're sure. Who else can tell that they found love in two beautiful souls? In two people who care about you so deeply, they're willing to share and come together and overflow.

When you look at their faces again, you're sure. The three of you will be able to make this work. The certainty is bone-deep within you.

But your life has never been just about good things. In fact, it rarely was. Even as your heart swells with love, threatening to burst from your chest, a voice slices through the warmth, pulling you back to a darker reality. And in a heartbeat, you find yourself thrust to the opposite end of the emotional spectrum.

“You all have something that belongs to me,” Lex’s voice cuts through the air, icy and cruel. Panic surges through your body, locking the breath in your lungs as your eyes widen in fear.

“Stay here,” Kara instructs, rising to her feet immediately. But Lena senses the shift in the atmosphere and follows her instinct, standing up as well. You’re left behind in the med bay, though you can see and hear everything unfold with alarming clarity.

“I’m sorry, sis," Lex sneers. "But I won’t share my pet with you. I thought I made that perfectly clear. Now hand it back, or suffer the consequences.”

A kryptonite gun gleams menacingly in his hand, and it’s pointed straight at Kara’s head. No. No. You will not let this happen. Lex will not hurt anyone else because of you, nor will he use you as a weapon against the people you love. Without a second thought, you speed into the room, positioning yourself in front of Kara and Lena, shielding them from the man who’s tormented you for so long.

“Lex,” you say, your voice steady despite the storm raging within.

“Oh, there she is. Come on, alien," he taunts, brandishing a remote control in front of you. But you hold your ground, eyes fixed on his face.

“You can’t hurt me," you declare with quiet resolve.

Lex scoffs, then presses the button meant to flood your body with kryptonite. But nothing happens. His face contorts in disbelief, fury simmering beneath the surface. He doesn't wear his frustration for long, though, as he snarls through clenched teeth, “I can always hurt you.”

You glance back at Kara and Lena, and in that moment, you know his threat is hollow. No matter what Lex does, no matter how much kryptonite he throws at you or how far his malice reaches, these two women would lay down their lives for you—just as you would for them.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” you warn, gesturing to those standing around you. “You’ve managed to piss off two Kryptonians, one Martian, one Coluan, one human-Naltorian, one badass agent, and your genius sister. Do you really think that a kryptonite gun will save you now that you’ve run out of people to fight your battles for you?”

It’s not the victory you’ve fantasized about for years, nor the vengeance you once craved. It doesn’t come close to the justice he deserves for all the horrors he’s unleashed. But to watch Lex Luthor stand down, to see the realization dawn on him that he no longer holds any power over you feels more liberating than anything you could have imagined.

“Don’t come near us again,” you say, your voice filled with the steel of conviction. “You know the terrible things I’ve done for you, and what I’m capable of doing to you now.” It’s an empty threat, but he doesn’t know that.

“Aliens,” he spits, disgusted, before opening a portal and vanishing from the Tower.

Lena's house is huge, but lacks character. Kara is happy to change that by moving things from her flat. Slowly, the space begins to fill with her colorful additions—bright pillows, whimsical lamps, and blue throw blankets that add a pop of warmth to the cool, neutral tones.

Lena’s massive bed, once so wide and cold, feels smaller now. Cozier. Especially with you sandwiched between the two of them, pillows surrounding you like a fortress.

Routine comes easily. What started as one-on-one moments with each of them gradually blossoms into a shared rhythm, a natural flow in which all three of you find comfort, passion, and peace in each other’s arms. Their love for you is steadfast, unwavering, and it only deepens with time. Just as your love for them grows stronger, you also witness the quiet affection they nurture for each other getting less hinted and more obvious. You’re grateful that you get to see it unfold, to experience it up close.

It turns out, you do have a home. It may have taken you long to figure it out, but now you know. Home, for you, is not a place—it’s the people who complete you. Kara is your Krypton—your origin, your understanding, your soulmate. Lena is your Earth—your deep-rooted connection, your forged and enduring love.

And together, it feels just like home.

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