#at this point the date is to go back home take a shower and crash into bed

[pikinanouart]

[r1kixss]

Sister fucker

summary: you're dating your brother's best friend in secret. using the opportunity to have sex while the house is empty seemed like a good idea until your brother arrived home...

genre: smut

Having jay as your brother was so hard because he was too overprotective.

Going out at night? No, someone will attack you. Guy wanting to take you out? No, Jay doesn't trust him.

Jeez. You love your big brother so much, but he can fuck off honestly. Even your own father doesn't care as much as him.

You were glad Jay didn't know you were dating his best friend Riki. He would absolutely crash out and kill him first then lock you in your room and never let you out. He stated so many times how uncomfortable and awkward it'll be for him if one of his friends dated you. You didn't care, Riki was a sweet boy and you loved him.

It's been five months since you two were dating and it was going so great, as long as Jay doesn't find out. You weren't ready to tell your brother yet.

Jay and your parents weren't home... so Riki came over. You knew your parents are on a date and Jay is somewhere out so the house was definitely free for a while.

Obviously, you and your boyfriend were fucking like bunnies. Who wouldn't?

You moaned as your boyfriend thrusted into you, his large hands on your waist. He was enjoying himself so much he didn't even care about being a cool nonchalant guy anymore. He moaned like a bitch, eyes rolling back as you squeezed on his dick.

"Fuck- stop squeezing..." He begged, abs tensing to stop himself from cumming too fast. You whimpered out a small "sorry", trying to relax.

Both of you didn't hear the door downstairs opening and slamming shut, since your room was closed. Skin slapping and moaning filled your room continuously, you were shaking at this point because of how good it felt.

Jay was flabbergasted when he walked upstairs, hearing male and female moans. At first he thought it was his parents, neck flashing red from embarrassment.

Then he realized it was coming from your room and he almost died. God, that was so embarrassing.

He went to his room and closed the door, going to the bathroom to take a long shower and ignore the VERY loud sounds.

You were having a great time on the other hand. Getting dicked down to the point your eyes were rolling back and pussy squeezing on your boyfriends dick so hard he needed to pause for a second to not cum prematurely.

When he started rubbing your clit you were completely gone. You were cumming and trembling, clenching on his cock and he orgasmed right after you.

He collapsed on you, cuddling to you in exhaustion. Both of you were tired and limp, breathing slowly to calm down.

After a while he mustered up the strength to sit up and clean up everything. Then, you both got dressed and got out of your room to go to the kitchen.

You stood frozen in front of the kitchen when you saw your big brother there. Oh shit.

He turned around and saw Riki. He expected anyone, a random guy, not his best friend. He just stared at the boy in shock, then at you, then back at him, then at his messy hair and your red cheeks.

"Oh I'm gonna kill you mother fucker!" Jay yelled, charging at Riki. Your boyfriend screamed, running upstairs.

"Sister fucker!" He corrected your big brother, laughing even though he doesn't know if he'll survive today. Riki locked himself in your room and Jay pounded at the door angrily.

Let's say, both boys were sulking at each other for a while, but Jay accepted you two dating after some talking.

Not even a month later he was happily taking couple pictures of you two for Rikis Instagram.

Hi hi hello!! y'all this is pretty short but that's all i can shit out😔 i don't wanna neglect y'all so.....

[alanisstonedd]

MDNI

bum!ony that sees you walking your route to work when he starts crashing with his hb, always outside on the corner chopping it up when you stroll by minding your damn business. mad cute but wayyy outta his league. you got it all together, and he’s practically the opposite

bum!ony that swallows his pride to holla at your fine ass when you’re waiting to cross the street one day. you giggle at some one-liner he drops & he’s hooked.

bum!ony who forms a lil bond with you on the corner before it gets serious. it’s a lil routine — you giggle at him on the way to work and throw him a clever line on the way back home. he loves y’all’s lil game & is honestly happy with whatever attention you give him.

bum!ony who is so surprised when you ask him to lunch on your way home one day. he jumps at the opportunity not even tryna front like he’s not excited.

bum!ony who charms you on the date. you don’t even seem to care that he spends too much time on the corner to have a consistent job. that smile? the way he looks at you? that rough, slightly unreliable sex appeal he oozes? your guard is embarrassingly low. but what can you sayyy — he makes you feel a way. a way you’re not ready to let go of.

bum!ony who moves — in as a “friend” — when his hb gets booked. you figure, he’s not exactly a stranger & you can’t let him go homeless! he said it’d only be until he could get on his feet so it’s fine! you have the extra space, it’d be a waste basically.

bum!ony who gives you foot rubs in exchange for his laundry done - unspoken ritual of course. his hands do tend to wander tho… sneaking up to your thighs to sink his fingers in.. you just smile & do that cute snicker he likes, courtesy of the two blunts he rolled for you earlier. no clue how he’s getting all this loud since he still don’t got a J O B

bum!ony who leaves his socks in the floor just to see your pussy print when you bend over. matter fact, you catch him looking quite a lot. always “grabbing sum real quick” when you’re in the shower, “accidentally” peeking his head in your room while you’re changing for a quick question. but you appreciate how comfortable he is — taking it as a compliment to your hospitality.

bum!ony who starts rubbing on your booty whenever you bring up his unemployment. mumbling some excuse while he licks his lips at you. taking your accidental moan as the go ahead to start dragging you into him. you can never stay maddddd he’s like crack.

bum!ony who man-spreads on the couch with just his draws on. print fully out. he palms it when you walk by. dragging you into his lap for a “hug” because you look like you had a hard day apparently. he’s the best hugger tho so your happy self don’t mind. you feel a little guilty honestly - feeling like a slut for getting so wet when he was just trying to get comfy.

bum!ony who starts sleeping in your bed when the couch gets to “uncomfortable”. his big ass frame taking up half the bed. his half-chub somehow finding your booty in the middle of the night. he’s just so big, you might as well start cuddling. he’s even worse then… lowkey humping you “in his sleep”. yall end up tangled with his head smack on your tits, mouth open and snoring over your nipple.

bum!ony who gets so horny when you cook for him. which is every night bcs he doesn’t help you with shit. you end up laying on top of him making out, letting him push into you bcs you gave him blue-balls baby. duhh. he takes you back to your bed and fucks all the calories off, drilling you into the mattress like a rag doll.

bum!ony who teases you when you leave your laundry out in the living room — about your panties specifically. talking out his ass about the lil lacy thing to the point you put it on to show him how wrong he is about them. and oh is he wrong… makes you ride his face with them pulled to the side, all over the couch.

bum!ony who humps you while you wash the dishes. that’s it

bum!ony who tricks you into sex with his fine ass face after he misses another job interview. kissing all over you cuz he knows it distracts you. dicking you down sideways with a hand on your tit and more empty promises in your ear. but you don’t even hear none of it over the slapping of his hips and the squelch of your cream all over him.

bum!ony who loves when you have a bad day at work bcs you don’t ask him about a job and you fuck him like a toy. using him for that nut. your hand moves to his neck and you start fucking out the frustration you’ve built up at his bum ass. its animalistic.

bum!ony who randomly comes home with a BAG one day. like serious money. first thing he buys is some lingerie for you to model for him. might take some photos while you doing ya thang for posterity ofc.

[bullet-prooflove]

The House: Frank Langdon x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julessworldd @yousigned-upforthis @travelingmypassion @julius-ceasar

Summary: Frank reflects on his decision to sell the house.

Companion piece to:

Ivy - Frank gets a tattoo to commerate the woman he loves.

Hypocrite - Frank struggles to make amends for a past wrongs.

Crash - Almost getting you fired wasn't the lowest point of Frank's addiction.

Rock Bottom - Frank hits rock bottom when he sees the devastation his addiction's caused.

Little Black Dress - Frank starts to spiral when he realises you're dating.

Every Damn Day - A drunk text leads to a confession.

Wet Dream (NSFW) - Frank sometimes dreams about the life you had together.

War Stories - A realisation about your coping habits leads you to Frank's door.

The Three Cs - Frank and you finally discuss your issues and pave away towards the future.

The Wall - A date at the climbing wall leads to a revelation from Frank.

Commitment - You create a fun way of showing Frank your commitment to the relationship.

At Your Alter - You discover Frank's tattoo when you undress him for the first time.

All In (NSFW) - You and Frank take a big step forward.

Slut (NSFW) - Frank gets a little bratty after a bad day.

Nightmare Fuel - Frank’s been waiting for the fall to come.

Boo Fucking Hoo - Your forced to defend yourself after you’re attacked outside the hospital.

The Incident - Frank’s world is thrown into turmoil when he learns about your attack.

The Filing Cabinet - Things haven't been the same between you and Frank since the attack.

The Perfect Storm - Frank's time in North Carolina almost leads to his downfall.

There are a thousand things unsaid between you and Frank but he can’t even begin to process them just yet. When he lets himself into his house, he leaves the roller suitcase and his overnight bag at the door before taking the stairs up to the bathroom and turning on the shower. He’s exhausted from North Carolina, grimy from the plane and numb from everything else Robby’s just told after he pissed in that cup.

He strips off his clothes, shredding each layer of his shitty day before he steps underneath the hot stream. His palms come to rest on the tiles, his head bowed as the water rains down on his head, blocking out the world around him.

He takes a deep calming breath, followed by another trying to focus on the positive aspects.

He’s home, he hasn’t used and you’re safe, that’s the important part.

Your brother Danny may hate Frank’s guts but he loves you, he’ll take care of you, make sure you don’t get in your own head.

It’s the house that’s done this. This damn place is filled with ghosts, not just yours but his as well. For you it’s the OD, for him it’s the entire weight of his addiction. This is the place where it started and he’s been holding onto that, keeping it pressed to his chest as a reminder of just how far he’s come. It’s time to let that go now, the two of you are moving on away from all of that, or he’d thought you were.

You’d carved a space out of your life for him, provided him with a home by inviting him into yours. He’d wanted to do the same, give you a place where you could be happy, feel relaxed and it could never be this house.

So he decided to sell it, move somewhere closer to you and the hospital. He was meant to tell you that weekend but then the lawsuit happened and his father had taken that tumble down the stairs.

Now he’s here and the truth is, he has no idea what to do.

She needs time and you need a meeting, Robbie has told him in the breakroom. I’ll text her your new number, she’ll call when she’s ready.

It’s 4am right now in Hawaii, he doesn’t expect to hear from you until much later in the day, which is good because he’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact you thought he needed a second round of rehab.

He gets out of the shower, a navy blue towel wrapped around his waist as he pads back downstairs and takes the phone out of the overnight bag, setting it up to charge on the side table. He collapses onto the couch, where the blanket and the pillow he’d been using before his trip to North Carolina still reside.

This is the other thing he hasn’t told you. He can’t sleep in that bedroom anymore, not since the nightmare you had last month about his OD. Seeing you upset like that, knowing it still affects you two years later…

That was the tipping point for him, that’s when he knew he had to get rid of this house.

He reaches for the remote, turning on the TV, cueing up an old Penguins game from earlier on in the season. He does this sometimes, falls back on something familiar to sooth the restlessness inside him.

His phone lights up and his hand lashes out for it, snatching it up as he stares at the screen.

Ivy Williams Calling.

He hits the decline button, sending it to voicemail before he lies down on the couch, his eyes fixed on the game as he draws the blanket up around him.

I’m sorry, he texts you. I’m not ready to talk just yet.

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[bratzkoo]

our three year plan pt. 2 | wonwoo

Author: bratzkoo Pairing: chaebol heir! wonwoo x chaebol heiress!/ nurse! reader Genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut Rating: PG-15 to NC-17 Word count: 3k~ Warnings/note: wonwoo's pov that i wanted to write so treat this as chapter 1.2

summary: you think your life is ruined when your parents announced that you’re marrying the heir of a tech chaebol; jeon wonwoo. so you offered him a plan, pretend to be in love until you can fake a catastrophe to break the engagement.

jeon wonwoo thinks his life just got better when his parents announced that he’s marrying the heiress of the medical group. his long time crush and basically the woman of his dreams. so when you offered him your plan, he’s going to use it to make you fall in love with him

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The first week of cohabitation passed in a strange dance of politeness and careful boundaries. Y/N and Wonwoo established routines that minimized awkward encounters—she took early morning showers, he preferred evenings; she often worked night shifts, he was typically gone before dawn for early meetings. When their paths did cross, conversation remained cordial but superficial.

Wonwoo cooked dinner most evenings he was home, leaving covered plates in the refrigerator with neatly written reheating instructions when their schedules didn't align. Y/N found herself oddly touched by this thoughtfulness, though she reminded herself not to read too much into it. This was, after all, a business arrangement.

On Friday morning, Y/N was enjoying a rare day off when her phone chimed with a message from Wonwoo:

My parents are expecting us for dinner tonight. 7 PM. I can pick you up at 6:30.

Reality crashed back. Of course their arrangement would include family obligations. She texted back a simple confirmation, then spent the next hour staring at her closet, suddenly aware that she had no idea what to wear to dinner with her fake future in-laws.

Another text from Wonwoo arrived as if he'd sensed her dilemma:

Casual elegant is fine. My mother appreciates understated sophistication. Don't worry too much—you'll impress them regardless.

Y/N wasn't sure if she should be grateful for the guidance or unnerved by his perception. She settled on a simple navy dress with subtle gold accessories—professional enough to show she took the dinner seriously, but not trying too hard.

At precisely 6:30, Wonwoo's Tesla pulled into the driveway. Y/N had expected him to honk or text, but instead, he came to the door, knocking politely as if he were picking her up for a real date rather than a performance for his parents.

When she opened the door, she was momentarily taken aback. Gone was the casual Wonwoo she'd grown accustomed to seeing around the house. In his place stood the corporate heir in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit, his usually tousled hair styled neatly, his round glasses exchanged for contacts that somehow made his gaze more intense.

"You look nice," he said, his eyes briefly taking in her appearance with what seemed like genuine appreciation.

"So do you," she responded automatically, then caught herself. This wasn't a date; there was no need for compliments.

The drive to his parents' estate was mostly silent, but as they approached the imposing gates, Wonwoo cleared his throat.

"Before we go in, we should discuss how we met."

Y/N blinked. "We've known each other since childhood, haven't we? Through family connections?"

"Yes, but that doesn't explain how we fell in love," Wonwoo pointed out. "They'll want the story. My mother especially."

Love story. The words hung between them, a reminder of the lie they were about to perform.

"What do you suggest?" Y/N asked.

Wonwoo's hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. "The closest to the truth is usually the most convincing. We reconnected at the tech-medical conference last year. The one your father keynoted."

Y/N vaguely remembered the event—a three-day bore of corporate networking that her father had insisted she attend. "I don't recall seeing you there."

Something flickered across Wonwoo's face. "I was there. We even spoke briefly during the reception." At her blank look, he added, "You were more focused on the doctor from Johns Hopkins who was discussing rural healthcare initiatives."

The specificity of his recollection surprised her. "You remember that?"

"I notice things," he said simply. Then, returning to the matter at hand: "We could say we reconnected there, kept in touch, and realized there was something more than friendship."

It was as good a story as any, Y/N supposed. "Alright. The conference it is."

As they pulled up to the house, Wonwoo reached into his pocket and withdrew a small velvet box. "One more thing."

Y/N's heart skipped uncomfortably. "Is that—"

"An engagement ring," he confirmed, opening the box to reveal a stunning platinum band with a modest but flawless diamond. "My mother will expect it."

When Y/N hesitated, he added gently, "It was my grandmother's. It seemed better than something impersonal from a jeweler."

The sentiment behind the gesture caught Y/N off guard. Using a family heirloom for their fake engagement felt wrong somehow, more deceptive than she'd anticipated.

"Wonwoo, I can't wear your grandmother's ring for this."

"Why not?" His voice was soft, his expression difficult to read in the dim car interior.

"Because it means something to you. It's... too real."

Wonwoo was quiet for a moment, then said, "Maybe that's why it's perfect. The more authentic elements we include, the more convincing our story will be."

His logic was sound, yet Y/N couldn't shake her discomfort as he took her left hand and slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for her. The weight of it felt foreign, intimidating.

"Ready?" Wonwoo asked, his hand lingering over hers for a moment before he pulled away.

Y/N took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."

"So, Y/N," Mrs. Jeon said as they settled in the dining room, "Wonwoo tells us you reconnected at last year's innovation summit. How romantic."

Y/N glanced at Wonwoo, who gave her the smallest encouraging nod. "Yes, though I must admit I was quite focused on the presentations. Your son had to be quite persistent to get my attention."

Wonwoo's eyebrows rose slightly at her improvisation, but he recovered quickly. "Y/N was the only person there more interested in the actual innovations than the networking opportunities. It was... refreshing."

The warmth in his voice sounded so genuine that Y/N almost believed it herself.

"And now here we are," Mr. Jeon said, raising his wine glass. "To new beginnings and stronger alliances."

The business-like toast reminded Y/N of the true nature of their arrangement, grounding her. This wasn't about romance; it was about corporate synergy.

Dinner proceeded with surprisingly little interrogation. The elder Jeons seemed content to discuss business matters, occasionally drawing Wonwoo into the conversation but largely ignoring Y/N except for perfunctory questions about her family.

It wasn't until dessert was served that Mrs. Jeon turned her attention fully to Y/N. "Wonwoo mentioned you work as a nurse? How... unusual, given your background."

The slight pause conveyed volumes of judgment. Y/N felt Wonwoo tense beside her.

"I find direct patient care deeply fulfilling," Y/N replied evenly. "There's something irreplaceable about being on the front lines of healthcare."

"Surely there are more appropriate ways for someone of your position to contribute," Mrs. Jeon suggested, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Board work, perhaps, or fundraising."

Before Y/N could respond, Wonwoo cut in. "Y/N's practical experience makes her uniquely valuable. In fact, her insights have already helped shape some of our medical technology initiatives." He turned to her, his expression softening. "Her perspective is precisely why she's so important—to the company and to me."

The declaration, delivered with such conviction, momentarily stunned Y/N. It was a masterful performance, supportive yet plausible within their fabricated narrative.

"How sweet," Mrs. Jeon murmured, clearly unconvinced. "Still, once you're married, priorities naturally shift. Children, social obligations..."

"We're in no rush for children," Wonwoo stated firmly. "And Y/N's career is as important as mine. That's non-negotiable for both of us."

The tension around the table thickened. Mr. Jeon cleared his throat. "Perhaps we should discuss the engagement announcement. We're thinking next month's charity gala would be an appropriate venue."

Y/N barely registered the rest of the conversation as Wonwoo and his parents discussed event details. Her mind was caught on Wonwoo's defense of her career—delivered with such natural conviction that even she had momentarily forgotten it was part of their act.

Later, as they drove home in silence, Y/N finally spoke. "Thank you. For what you said about my nursing."

Wonwoo kept his eyes on the road, his profile illuminated by passing streetlights. "I meant it."

"You did?"

He nodded. "Just because our engagement is arranged doesn't mean I don't respect what you do. My grandfather was saved by a dedicated ER nurse once. I understand the value."

It was the most personal thing he'd shared with her, and Y/N wasn't quite sure how to respond. "Still, thank you. Your mother clearly had other ideas about a suitable daughter-in-law."

"My mother has many ideas," Wonwoo said with a slight smile. "Fortunately, this is our arrangement, not hers."

The "our" lingered between them, a reminder of their strange alliance. Y/N twisted the ring on her finger, still uncomfortable with its presence.

"I can get you a different ring if that one bothers you," Wonwoo said, noticing her gesture.

"No," Y/N said quickly, surprising herself. "It's beautiful. I just... I'm not used to it yet."

As they pulled into their driveway, Y/N realized this was true of more than just the ring. She wasn't used to any of this—the house, the pretense, the strange intimacy of sharing space with a man who was simultaneously a stranger and her supposed future husband.

"My mother will call you tomorrow," Wonwoo said as they entered the house. "She'll want to schedule lunch, probably with your mother too. To discuss wedding plans."

Y/N groaned. "Already? We just got engaged."

"In their minds, we've been together for months," he reminded her. "And big weddings take planning."

The reality of their situation hit Y/N anew. This wasn't just about living together and attending occasional family dinners. There would be an actual wedding—a ceremony, vows, everything.

"I need a drink," she muttered, heading for the kitchen.

To her surprise, Wonwoo followed, reaching into a cabinet she hadn't explored to produce a bottle of expensive scotch and two glasses. "I think we've earned this."

They settled at the kitchen island, the warm amber liquid burning pleasantly down Y/N's throat. "I'm starting to think three years isn't going to be as simple as I imagined."

Wonwoo swirled his drink thoughtfully. "Nothing worth doing ever is."

"Is that what this is? Worth doing?" Y/N challenged, emboldened by the scotch and the surreality of the evening.

"For me, yes," Wonwoo said simply, his eyes meeting hers with unexpected intensity. "Is it for you?"

The question hung between them, heavier than it should have been. Y/N broke eye contact first. "It's necessary. That's enough."

Wonwoo nodded slowly, accepting her answer without pressing further. They sat in companionable silence, sipping their drinks, until Y/N's curiosity got the better of her.

"Why did you agree so easily? To my plan?"

Wonwoo considered his glass for a long moment before answering. "Let's just say it aligns with my own interests."

"Which are?"

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Three years is a long time, Y/N. You'll figure it out."

There was something in his tone—a certainty, almost a challenge—that sent an odd shiver down Y/N's spine. Before she could pursue the matter, her phone chimed with a text from Seungcheol:

Emergency at the hospital. All hands on deck. Multi-car pileup on the highway.

Y/N was on her feet immediately. "I have to go. There's a major trauma situation."

Wonwoo stood as well, concern evident in his expression. "Do you want me to drive you?"

"No time. I'll call a taxi." She was already heading for the stairs to change into scrubs.

"I can be ready in two minutes," Wonwoo called after her.

Y/N paused, surprised by the offer. "You don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to." Something in his voice made her turn back to look at him. "But I want to. Partners help each other, fake or not."

The sincerity in his expression gave Y/N pause. Maybe there was more to Jeon Wonwoo than she'd initially assumed. "Okay. Two minutes."

As promised, Wonwoo was ready and waiting when she rushed back downstairs in her scrubs. They drove to the hospital in focused silence, Wonwoo navigating Seoul's late-night traffic with calm efficiency.

When they reached the emergency entrance, Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, then hesitated. "Thank you."

"Text me when you're done," Wonwoo said. "I'll come get you, no matter what time."

It was such a simple offer, yet somehow deeply touching. "You don't need to wait up. I can—"

"I'll come get you," he repeated firmly. "Be safe."

Y/N nodded, strangely affected by his concern. As she rushed toward the ER doors, she caught sight of Seungcheol waiting for her, his expression changing from relief to confusion as he noticed the Tesla pulling away.

"Was that Jeon Wonwoo?" he asked as she approached.

"He gave me a ride," Y/N explained, already focusing on the chaos of the emergency department ahead. "What's the situation?"

Seungcheol studied her for a moment longer before switching to professional mode. "Five critical, twelve moderate injuries. Two ORs running simultaneously. We're assigned to Trauma Bay 3."

Y/N pushed all thoughts of Wonwoo and their complicated arrangement from her mind as she entered the familiar controlled chaos of the emergency room. Here, at least, she knew exactly who she was and what she was meant to do.

Yet even as she worked alongside Seungcheol with their usual seamless coordination, a small part of her remained aware of the unfamiliar weight on her left hand—the grandmother's ring that she hadn't thought to remove before rushing out.

Seven hours later, exhausted but satisfied after a successful mass casualty response, Y/N stumbled out of the hospital into the pale light of early morning. She had texted Wonwoo that she was taking the subway home, not expecting him to actually come at 5 AM after a single text.

Yet there he was, leaning against his car in the parking lot, two cups of coffee in hand.

"I said I'd come get you," he said simply, offering her one of the cups. "No matter what time."

Y/N accepted the coffee, too tired to argue and secretly grateful not to face the subway. As she slid into the passenger seat, the events of the previous night—the dinner, the ring, their conversation—seemed dreamlike compared to the visceral reality of her hospital shift.

"How was it?" Wonwoo asked as they pulled away from the hospital.

"We saved everyone," Y/N said, sipping the coffee—prepared exactly as she liked it, she noted. "One patient was touch and go for a while, but pulled through."

Wonwoo glanced at her, genuine admiration in his expression. "What you do... it matters. Real, immediate impact. That's rare."

The simple acknowledgment of her work's value touched Y/N more than she expected. Her parents had never understood her choice to practice nursing rather than pursue administration or medicine. To have Wonwoo, essentially a stranger, recognize it so easily was unexpectedly validating.

They rode in comfortable silence, Y/N fighting to keep her eyes open as exhaustion caught up with her. By the time they reached the house, she was half-asleep, roused only by the gentle stop of the car.

"Come on," Wonwoo said softly. "You need rest."

He walked beside her to the door, close enough to catch her if she stumbled but not touching her. The consideration in the gesture wasn't lost on Y/N, even in her fatigue.

Inside, she headed straight for the stairs, pausing at the bottom to look back at him. "Thank you. For the ride. And the coffee."

Wonwoo nodded. "Get some sleep. I'll be quiet when I leave for work."

Y/N started up the stairs, then turned back again, a question that had been nagging at her finally surfacing. "Wonwoo? At the conference last year... why do you remember me focusing on that rural healthcare presentation? We barely spoke."

A shadow of something—vulnerability?—crossed his face before he composed it into his usual calm expression. "Like I said, I notice things. Especially things that matter."

Before she could process his answer, he disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Y/N with the distinct feeling that there was much more to Jeon Wonwoo than their arrangement had led her to believe.

In her room, she removed the engagement ring, studying it in the morning light. Beautiful, valuable, with history and meaning—yet ultimately a prop in their elaborate performance. As she placed it carefully on her nightstand, Y/N wondered if she was making a terrible mistake.

Three years was indeed a long time to pretend. What if the lines between pretense and reality began to blur? What if this arrangement cost her more than just her freedom?

What if Jeon Wonwoo had ulterior motives she couldn't begin to fathom?

These questions followed her into sleep, where she dreamed of warm eyes behind round glasses and a voice that said, "I notice things. Especially things that matter."

Especially you, the dream voice added, though the real Wonwoo had said no such thing.

Across the hall, in his own room, Wonwoo sat at his desk, adding another entry to his journal:

Day 8 of Our Three Year Plan.

She still doesn't remember me from the conference, but that's alright. I remember enough for both of us. The way she challenged the speaker about resource allocation. The passion in her voice when discussing patient dignity. The fact that she was the only person in a room full of executives who cared more about outcomes than optics.

She wore my grandmother's ring today. It looked right on her hand, just as I knew it would.

Three years is a long time, but I've waited longer than that already. I can be patient for what matters.

And she matters. She always has.

He closed the journal, unaware that across the hall, Y/N was dreaming of him, the first cracks already forming in the wall she'd built between their arrangement and her heart.

[slytherinshua]

⌇　WASHED AWAY　( 古賀祐大 )

genre lil angst , fluff , k x fem!reader   cw overworked k i'd say?? and over thinking k , not proofread   wc 720   request @hursheys for yudai + rain running down a cold cheek for the 3k event   note someone tell me how to write straight fluff for k i'm sick of writing angst for him (yet i keep doing it)   net @lune-net @kstrucknet

Yudai hated the rain. He hated the dark sky and the erasure the water brought to the Earth. Whenever it rained, it seemed like a sign that things weren’t working out. Whenever it rained, Yudai’s mind was muddled with those storm clouds. Whenever it rained, he wished for the sun to return so he could shine like he always did.

It was drizzling, and the forecast showed it would only get heavier in the coming hours. Yudai sat by the window, thinking carefully. Truthfully, he was scared. All the opportunities he could have ever wished for years ago were coming true. But he was scared of messing up, of not taking advantage of the time he had. 

And you just had to come to him during all of it, too. Yudai felt guilty some days. Today was one of those days. Because he was busy chasing his dreams, working as hard as he could to take risks and see the payoff, he felt like he was neglecting you.

He rarely had time to take you on dates, or even spend quality time together. He always came home tired from work, crashing next to you after quick showers and lazily applied skincare. You always said you didn’t mind, that you understood how hard he was working, that you would always be there to support him in everything. But Yudai felt like you deserved more. He wanted to give you more of his time, devote more of his energy to you, and less to fragile dreams that could fall apart at any moment. 

Photoshoots, choreography lessons, live stages, TV show appearances, and interviews— Yudai’s days were filled to the brim with work. He was exhausted by the end of it, stretched so thin that he had no more rope to give to you. He questioned if it was worth it, if he wouldn’t regret even more later for how little time he was able to spend with you. If, maybe, he should give up on the opportunities he was pursuing and dedicate more time to the one person keeping him sane in all the madness. 

You wouldn’t have this, though. You watched Yudai looking out at the rain. You knew his mind was just as clouded and dark as the sky. You could see right through him.

“Yudai.”

He turned to you at the sound of your voice, eyes brightening, smile lifting.

“Let’s go out in the rain,” he said.

“What? But you hate the rain—“

“I need to see if it’s really as bad as I think it is. Or if it might be better as long as I’m not alone.” He smiled at you. Although you were still confused about what he was talking about, you let your boyfriend drag you outside into the rain, now pouring a little heavier than the drizzle before.

The air was fresh and there was a gentle breeze accompanying the water drops that fell. Yudai held onto your hand with one of his, and caught the water in his palm with the other.

“I like the rain. It’s refreshing. And look! There’s a puddle,” you said, pointing to a divet in the road. You approached it, stomping down with your rain boot-clad feet, letting the water splash up from the impact. Yudai laughed, starting to see the charm of the unsavoury weather. 

He tried splashing next, and soon you were chasing him around, not caring how wet either of you got. Yudai eventually caught you in his arms, rainwater dripping from his hair and down his cheeks. You smiled up at him, eyes shining brightly.

“I think… maybe the rain isn’t so bad after all,” he whispered, a breathless smile on his face. You nodded, cupping his cheeks, brushing the water off of them. He bent down and captured your lips, letting the rain envelope you two together, holding you close. 

When he pulled apart, the rain was pouring down harder than before. You lead the way back inside, intent on warming up with a bath. Yudai followed, finding his mind more at peace after the moment than ever before. Instead of clouding his brain with overwhelming thoughts, the rain seemed to have washed them all away, creating a clean slate. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad after all.

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[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

After my conversation with Dawn, I decide I need to talk to Ash as soon as possible. Mostly to take advantage of the clarity and confidence boost while it lasts, but also because I really don’t want to deal with yet another awkward Monday morning. I rush into the apartment to shower and change, and am back out again within twenty minutes.

During the walk to his apartment, I rehearse what I want to say, mumbling to myself as I navigate the quiet streets of the Spice District, trying to figure out the words now so I don’t get stuck and stumble when I see him. Finding the balance between being honest without having to dive into the entirety of my fucked-up past is more difficult that I expected. Almost as though, once I open that door, everything wants to come crashing out like a cartoon closet where a mountain of junk has been stashed in order to make a room appear clean and organized.

When I arrive at his building, step off the elevator and stand in front of his door, I stop, realizing I’ve shown up completely unannounced. “What am I doing?” I mutter, “Why didn’t I call first?” I start pacing anxiously around the hallway, trying to decide whether to knock or whether to leave and text him and then come back. I don’t know if he’s home, or if he even wants to see me. Does anyone even answer the door if they’re not expecting anyone? I don’t.

It takes me at least ten minutes before I finally decide to just knock. If he doesn’t answer, then I’ll text him, but I can’t leave now that I’m here. I walk back to the door, whispering to myself, “Ready… 1… 2… 3.” And then I knock.

It’s Lex who opens the door. She understandably looks surprised to see me, “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, I just need to talk to Ash. Is he here?”

She gives me a concerned look before nodding, “Yeah, he’s in here.”

She escorts me down the hall to the living room where Ash is laying back on the couch looking tired and despondent.

“Hey,” I greet him anxiously, trying to gauge how he feels about my showing up.

“Hi,” he doesn’t give me much, but he does seem curious at least.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Lex takes the cue to leave us, pointing back toward the hallway, “I’ll just go hang out in my room.”

Ash nods a thank you to her as I walk over and sit next to him on the familiar yellow sofa. His feet are up, and he lets them come to rest against the side of my leg. I don’t know if the gesture is intentional or not because his eyes stay down, watching his fingers as they pick at the polish on his nails, but regardless, the contact gives me the courage to start speaking.

“I’m really sorry, Ash. It’s not fair, the way I’ve been treating you.”

“No, it’s not,” he says pointedly, “but go on.” He sits up and crosses his arms defensively, but his eyes are soft when he looks over, encouraging me to continue.

Taking a deep breath, I turn to face him, “Okay look, aside from Dawn, I’ve lost everyone who’s ever been important to me. And I've developed a bad habit of shutting people out, keeping them at a distance. I guess I thought that by not dating you, I could keep from getting too close. As if it would prevent me from losing you too, or maybe I thought it would hurt less if I did. I’m not sure. But refusing to date you because we worked together just felt like an easy way to keep a distance that felt safe. It all backfired though. I fell for you anyway. And it hurt like hell when you walked out on me. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve been stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” he says softly, giving me a small half-smile but still looking apprehensive, “So, where does that leave us?”

And here it is, the moment I usually freak out and tell him we should just be friends. Even now I have to fight back the part of me that wants to shut down and push him away, that is convinced it’s better to be alone. Perhaps that part of me did keep me safe once, when I was young, but Dawn’s right, it doesn’t anymore. We left that place a long time ago, and for good reason, but I’ve continued to carry it around with me. I need to figure out how to let it go because I’ll never have a future if I keep myself stuck in the past. So, for the first time, I tell him the truth about how I feel, “I really care about you, Ash, and the connection we have, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t scare the hell out of me, but I don’t want to run from it anymore. To be honest, I don’t know the first thing about being a good boyfriend, but I’d like to try. With you. If you’ll still have me.”

To my surprise, I feel lighter. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this. A weight lifts from my shoulders, and I feel almost giddy as he looks up at me, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“You really want me to be your boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Do I still have to quit my job?” he asks.

“No,” I laugh, “please don’t. I really like working with you every day.”

“Good, me too,” he says with a smile, his body finally relaxing as he leans over to kiss me.

We both laugh as he tries to keep his lips on mine while he turns and climbs onto my lap. Once he’s settled, he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, burying his face in my neck, his soft kisses sending a chill down my back and causing goosebumps to raise on my arms.

“Is that a yes?” I ask.

He pulls back, draping his arms across my shoulders and resting his forehead against mine, “Oh, it’s a hell yes. Will you promise me something, though?”

“What?”

“Always be honest with me. If you get overwhelmed or scared, if I get too intense or piss you off, if you’re struggling for any reason, whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

“I know. I will, I promise. Can I ask you for something too?”

“Of course.”

“When I inevitably screw things up, if I disappoint you or upset you, will you stay and talk to me? Don’t storm off and leave me.”

“I do love a dramatic exit when I’m angry, but for you, I can definitely do that.”

“Thank you.”

“See, I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You’re a great boyfriend already.”

I laugh a little, tempted to make a self-deprecating joke, to assure him I will indeed let him down eventually, but then decide I’d rather kiss him instead.

Even if I am destined to lose him in the end, I at least want to enjoy every minute we have together in the meantime. And who knows, maybe I’m wrong. Maybe there’s a chance he could love me the way that I love him.

He stops then, and for a split second I worry he heard what I was thinking. The way he looks down at me makes me wonder if he was thinking it too, but instead he asks, “Do you want to stay here tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Um, I have to let Lex come out of her room.”

“Oh shit, Lex.”

“Yeah. So, I don’t know, maybe we can all watch a movie or something.”

“What if I want you to myself tonight?”

“Then, you’ve got me,” he smiles, “We can just hang out in my room.”

“Sounds good.”

“Okay. You go ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”

He enters the room quietly, closing the door softly and leaning against it, watching as I look over the artwork on his dresser and on his wall. “I just realized I’ve never been in your room.”

“What do you think?"

"I like it, it's very you."

He smiles, pushing himself away from the door, "Can I ask you something?"

“Sure.”

“When you say you lost everyone, what do you mean? What happened?”

“Uhh,” I sigh, unsure if I’m prepared to dive into all that tonight. “If I promise to tell you, can we save that conversation for another day?”

“Yeah. We can do that.”

“Thanks.”

“So, what do you want to do then?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

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[mashihope]

❥ [SKZ] Valentine's Day (Maknae line)

(This mini moodboard is made by me; I don’t own any of the pics.)

• Members: Han, Felix, Seungmin, I.N

• Group: Stray Kids

• Warning: Mentions of food; swearing; subtle hints of sex.

• Synopsis: It's Valentine's day and your boyfriend has taken a day off to be with you.

Hyung line

You'd wake up to the sound of an incoming message. After seeing that Jisung is the one behind it you'd suddenly get a rush of excitement flowing through your veins, happy because he's good morning'ing you and wondering how this silly day will go.

But your smile drops when you see the "hey, mind if i crash for a while?"

That can only mean two things. He's either really exhausted and needs a break (which would be pretty bad on its own) or he's actually going to come around and have an indoors date.

After a while, you open the door and see him carrying a few bags, making you wonder if he's running away from justice after assaulting the store.

He smiles at you as a greeting and pecks your cheek without a word, walking towards the kitchen.

You can see some snacks sticking out of one of the bags and a thought suddenly flashes through your mind.

"Netflix and chill?"

He turns around and keeps walking backwards with a silly smile, "yup"

He quickly adds, after seeing you frown, "but mostly the chill part this time, I have no energy left, gotta recharge you know?"

He'd put the bags on the table and start taking everything out of them.

"Thank god, I haven't even taken a shower since I came home from the gym last week" you join him on the "refilling your cupboards and refrigerator" quest.

"Why do you look disappointed then, though?" he'd say while pointing at your blushy face, chuckling. "Oh, shut up!" (you'd totally hit his arm after that, playfully though)

You'd lay on your bed together, cuddling under the sheets, while watching some random show on your laptop.

You realized at some point that it wouldn't be any different from your usual indoor dates. Although this wouldn't actually be a date.

"I thought you would have wanted to go somewhere else today"

"Not really. I love anime, I love snacks, I love staying in bed all day and I love you. I don't need anything else for it to be special"

You'd eventually fall asleep while some episode is still playing on the backgroud, his arms being around you, keeping you safe.

It's time to have the date of your dreams... in your dreams this time!

He didn't have any plans at first. The idea just popped up in his brain in the morning.

He opened his eyes and shifted a little beside you, his arm was still resting over your waist with your hands intertwined so he didn't want to bother you.

However, even if he was trying to be silent you felt he was already awake. You tried to turn around so you could face him. You smiled at the pretty view in front of you, he smiled back and his freckles seemed to do a happy dance.

You didn't even say a word, you just stared at each other peacefully, learning each other's features as if it was the first time you met again.

Unfortunately, the sound of your stomach growling bursted your bubble. You blushed, he let out a little giggle.

"Go take a shower, I'll make breakfast" he kissed your forehead and attempted to wake up from the bed... But you wrapped your arms around him, making him fall back again.

"Oh, so you're playful, huh?" he started tickling you, knowing damn well where your ticklish spots were. He joined your lovely laughs, getting a lot of joy from it. "Okay. Enough" he kissed you, on the lips this time, one kiss after another. He can't help it.

He would eventually force himself to stop, otherwise he would have spent all day just like that. He wouldn't mind it though.

He almost tripped right after. He had forgotten about the stuff you left laying on the floor last night. Plushies, skin care products, snack wrappings...

You made a little sleepover, full of gossiping and fun, just for the two of you. He told you all about the latest trends and even tried to record some challenges with you. You can't really post them anywhere but you can still cherish them all on your phone gallery, right?

After getting out of the bathroom, you'd find a few plates waiting for you on the table, full of tasty food to start the day with energy.

"I was thinking... I've managed to make all this with what you had but I think we should go grocery shopping, there's something I wanna try today... Let's eat for now" he looked like there were a sudden million thoughts in his brain, making you wonder about them.

"So," he'd start while storing everything you've bought, "there's this lady I met a few days ago on my way. She was carrying a couple of bags and seemed lost. Long story short, I carried them and walked her back to the nursing home. Apparently, she had gotten distracted and couldn't find her way back, she got really happy I could help her. I was late to practice but it was worth it... I kinda wanna go see her, she told me about a lot of things that day and I want to make something with the little money she gave me. Is it dumb?"

You'd go all "aww babe" and reassure him, telling him it wasn't dumb at all, that it was really sweet in fact. He hugged you, thankful and relieved that you saw it that way.

You spent a few hours making some sweets, from his super duper brownies to heart-shaped cookies, having some silly fights at the same time, putting chocolate on each other's faces.

After some time, you'd find yourself standing in front of the nursing home, carrying a few bags and flowers. He was really nervous, he didn't know if the staff would let you in since you weren't actually related to anyone there.

He wanted to share the sweets with everyone who might want them and give the flowers to those who didn't have any allergies. It was kinda risky overall but he still wanted to try.

You found out that it was a special day for them as well. A shelter had brought some elder puppies to spend the day with the people there (which made his eyes tear up a little but he quickly cleaned them with his sleeve, hoping you wouldn't notice... But you did, pecking his cheek)

"Oh my, what a handsome young man we have here!" the ladies would all get surprised after seeing Felix, some of them even pointing at his lovely freckles, calling him "Starry Boy". At the same time, some men would get emotional, getting reminded of their grandchildren while looking at both of you.

The lady he mentioned earlier hugged him tightly after noticing him, her face lit up after she remembered that day. She held his hands and thanked him again, saying how grateful she was that he was there today.

However, her smile suddenly dropped when she looked at you. "Oh dear... You look just like my late husband...", she walked up to you and her arms moved on their own, hesitating. You slowly wrapped yours around her and she sobbed.

"Oh! You've chosen strawberries for this one, how did you know I love them?" she'd say after having one bite from a cookie. He shrugged with a smile, she did in fact tell him about it that day.

At the end of the day, after gossiping with her and playing with the lovely elder puppies, you'd say goodbye, assuring her that you'd come visit again soon.

You gave her some extra flowers. Felix had a sudden thought when you were still at the flower shop. She talked a lot about her husband (and first love) that day, still as much in love as the first day.

She now had a gift for him today too, but she found bigger joy in your face, so similar to how he looked when they first met.

She'd feel like Felix and you were angels sent from above by him.

He'd be one of the only members who'd actually remember about his social status, having to always be cautious on everything he does.

He would spent the night before looking around after practice, with his manager following him closely, trying to find a "hidden" coffee shop while reading the reviews online. He wants to go somewhere not a lof of people know but still it being a good place, you know?

He'd send you your regular good morning message, making sure you're already awake by the time he leaves the dorm.

I feel like he wouldn't really tell you about it in advance, there's something about him that makes me think he has a rather nonchalant attitude, as if it was just any other day.

Coming home after spending some time at the café and robbing visiting a few libraries, he'd wait for you to change into some cozy clothes while he lits a singular scented candle (and that's already too much for him lmao!!), borrowing a soft blanket from somewhere too, hidden deep down in your closet.

To be fair, he doesn't even think you need the blanket. It's just for the vibes lol

And that's it. No more unnecessary decor that serve zero purpose for the matter. Nope.

Just you, him, some tea, a vanilla scented candle, a blanket that doesn't even cover one of you and the 20 random books you've somehow managed to buy. None of you even know how it happened.

Most of them happen to be books you didn't even know of, randomly picking them out from the shelves. You wouldn't know what to expect.

You'd lay your head on his lap with a book on your hands while he holds a different one over your head.

Here's the plan. You'll try to read random lines out loud, trying to get the best ones.

You love to hear him laughing so you're the one who "attacks" more often.

Out of all the good books you could have possibly chosen you've had to get the worst ones. They make zero sense.

"I wonder who let them publish that" "Well, I actually wonder who would come up with it to begin with"

After some time, both of you would realize it's time to rest, feeling completely out of breath after laughing so much. You'd get up for him to sit more comfortably, giving him a little peck on the lips. A little unspoken thank you before both of you actually start to read the good books on your own.

He texted you randomly the night before.

Something along the lines of "hey wanna go to lotte tomorrow?? :)"

Just that. No context. No previous conversations that day. Nothing.

You'd be like "??? okay sure", completely unaware that he actually means it.

You'd find yourself looking at the intercom screen, seeing him pose and waving his hands around his face, knowing damn well you're watching.

"Fuck, he meant it" you'd hit your forehead after realization hits you, looking down at your pajamas.

He'd be all 🥺 after you open the door, seeing how obvious it was that you were literally still sleeping when he rang the doorbell.

"But I told you though :("

But do not worry, a kiss is always enough for him to cheer up, yay!!

He's like a little puppy whose life fuel is love. From his family, friends, fans, you... Love.

He'd hurry you to have breakfast (even trying to feed you against your will lmao) and get ready (trying to also put the clothes on you). He can't avoid it, he's just too excited and nervous at the same time.

After some time, there you go, you're right in front of the Lotte World's gates seeing all the people going in...

...and also Jeongin's besties waving at you.

Yup. This date involves his friends for it to succeed.

His logic is as it follows: it's Valentine's day, people expect you to go out with your lover, and whoever you show up with must be them, right? What if you just go out with your friends and have some fun?

Well, the poor guys he's dragged into this are Beomgyu, Heeseung and Jimin, his 01 homies. He tried to sneak in one of his non-famous friends too, but he refused the offer saying he had "better plans".

According to Heeseung, this plan will definitely fail since you could be any of them's s/o in the fans' eyes, but hey, you do you.

All of them can see how happy Jeongin looks, though, so it will be worth it in the end.

He would unconsciously start to ignore you at some point, so invested in some kids' conversation.

They'd be talking about their crushes and kpop. They mentioned well known groups, Tomorrow by Together being one of them for Beomgyu's luck. Heeseung cleared his throat, clearly annoyed. Jimin rolled his eyes and you chuckled.

"What about Stray Kids? Do you know them?" you joined them, being the only one that they wouldn't recognize.

"Oh! Yes! I love them!" "My bias is Changbin, he is sooo cool!"

You saw Jeongin smile from the corner of your eye, already pleased even if they had said someone else's name.

"Mine is definitely I.N, he's the sweetest boy I've ever seen" you said, making him blush.

"Yes, he is! He's really cute too!" "Omg, he's my sister's bias too!"

You'd eventually buy some silly hats, at which point you'd see Heeseung's shoulders finally drop after having been so tense. He had been really anxious until now, worried about his friends and you, as he didn't want anything happening to any of you because of what some toxic "fans" could say.

Jeongin was 100% aware of his fears but felt relieved after seeing them having fun despite it all. He knew better than anyone how badly they all needed it since they share the same life style.

That's why at the end of the day he makes the 4 of you wait beside the gates.

When he comes back he's holding 4 heart-shaped lollipops and 3 plushies, all of them related to their representative animals.

He wasn't really sure about yours, though. You remind him of a lot of different animals because of a lot of different reasons.

So he decided to buy matching keychains for both of you, two little pastel-colored otters holding hands via magnet!

Already back at home, he'd let all his happiness drop all over you, showering you in kisses and compliments that he couldn't give you earlier.

"Am I really your favorite among the members?" "You're my favorite among everyone I've ever known"

He'd get shy and blushy again but the kisses wouldn't stop, he needs to let you know how much he loves you. He can't really say it out loud but he can still show it to you.

Although none of you can really cook, so you won't be able to have a special dinner...

Unless you get some heart-shaped pizza delivered!

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Warnings: semi-smut,language

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CHAPTER FIVE: Shower Thoughts

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October 29th

"We can't take too long they should be back soon. Tara's class ends in ten and it takes fifteen minutes to get-" Scar fixes the water "Baby. It's okay." Ethan wrapped his arm around Scarlett's waist and pulled her forwards. Ethan leaned down and crashed his lips onto Scarlett's. His reached up and grabbed Scarlett's dark claw clip and placed it on the counter. Scarlett felt her long lochs touch the middle of her back before grabbing the ends of her navy long sleeve.

Ethan backed away for a second and lifted his light blue polo over his head and started working on his jeans. After the two finally undressed Scarlett was the first one to enter the shower with Ethan not far behind. "Can you hand me the soap please?" Scarlett pointed at the tan bottle behind Ethan on the shelf. "Which one?" Ethan scanned the row of body soaps.

"The vanilla scented one." Scar told. Scarlett grabbed her purple wash cloth and the soap from Ethan. "You wanna smell like a girl tonight?" Scarlett asked as she squeezed the soap out onto her washcloth. "I don't mind smelling like you." Ethan leaned down and kissed the wet raven haired girl. "Mmm." Scarlett moaned as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Scar?"

The two froze. "Quinn?" Scar asked. "Yeah it's me. I'm back, I just need to wash my face. Girl, let me tell you about this fucking weasel I just went out with." Quinn sighed. Scarlett looked over at Ethan and put her finger over her mouth for him to keep quiet. "Fist of all, he looks like he just rolled out of bed. Isn't that like gross ? Especially if I'm meeting you for the first time for a date?" Quinn expressed. "Yeah totally." Scar agreed trying to focus on her roommate not seeing or hearing them both. "Then when I try to talk to him, all he can talk about is what his ex was wearing on her instagram that he stalked right before our date. Like what the fuck dude. Why are you here then. Where is my face stuff?" Quinn looked around the counter tops and cabinets.

Scarlett's eyes wondered until she saw something. Quinn's face wash, in the shower, on the ledge. "Fuck." Scarlett mouthed. "Oh I think it's in there." Quinn said as she started heading towards the shower. "Sorry I see it." Quinn looked to see the soap resting on the shelf peaking out the shower curtain. Quinn reached her hand in and grabbed her face wash but stopped. Quinn looked down to see feet that definitely didn't belong to Scarlett. Quinn paused and looked down at the bathroom floor. She saw a mix of clothes. From Scarlett's shirt and black jeans and a blue polo she recognized. Quinn opened the shower curtain to see a naked Scarlett standing in front of a naked Ethan. "OH. MY. GOD." Quinn shrieked before quickly closing the curtain. "Quinn, it's not what it looks like!" Scarlett quickly tried to come to their defense. "You guys aren't fucking?" Quinn asked. "Okay it's exactly what it looks like." Scarlett sighed. "We aren't together though." Ethan added. Why did it hurt her when Ethan told Quinn they weren't together. Why did she care it's not like they didn't agree to just be friends and do this. "Yeah we're just "together"right now..." Scar trailed off.

"So you guys are just hooking up?" Quinn asked. "Yeah." Ethan was quick again to answer. Scarlett looked at him curious on why he answered so quick. "And does anyone else know about this whole shebang you two got going on?" Quinn gestured towards the shower. "No and we aren't telling anyone." Scar peaked her head out of the shower curtain. "Okay message received. Well I'm gonna go and let you two..." Quinn trailed off. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "...finish before Tara and Sam get home."

"Thank you." Scar smiled at her as Quinn closed the door behind her. "Fuck." Ethan whispered. "You still wanna?" Scar looked up at him. Ethan gave her a smirk before leaning down and connecting his lips with her. The kiss was wet and sloppy as Ethan wrapped his hand around Scarletts thigh. Lifting her up off the bathtubs floor, Ethan rested her against the wall. His lips travels to Scarletts neck as he lined himself up with her entrench. "Ethan." Scar moaned out as he slowly entered her.

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"No, Dad I'm not fucking doing that! I'm-" Ethan words were cut off when he heard the front door open. "Hey..." Scarlett trailed off, she knew she probably opened the door at the wrong time. "Hey, sorry for interrupting. We are ordering chinese I was just wondering if you wanted your usual?" Scarlett asked. "Oh yeah, um, thank you." Ethan stuttered taking his phone away from his ear and pressing the hang up button. "Are you okay?" Scarlett asked cracking the door behind her. "Yeah , just my dad." Ethan slid his phone in his jeans. "You know I can tell when you lie to me too." Ethan scoffed at her statement. "Not all the time." He muttered. "Well most of the time. You sounded pretty angry." Scarlett whispered. Scarlett never really saw Ethan raise his voice yet alone get angry. It was a new sight. "He just wants me to come home."

"Maybe he's right." Scarlett sighed. "Not about this. I'm not going anywhere." Ethans voice dropped a decibel. "Just come back in and let's just relax. We are about to start a movie." Scarlett reached over and grabbed Ethan's hand. Ethan cupped Scarlett's cheek with his free hand. He leaned down and placed a gently kiss on her lips. Scarlett sunk into the kiss till she heard the voiced of her friends. "They are probably wondering what we're doing." Scarlett pulled away. "Yeah." Ethan whispered. Scarlett looked up at his brown eyes then back at his lips. She leaned in one more time and gave him a gentle kiss. Ethan wrapped his arms around Scarlett's waist and brought her in close to him. "Scarlett?" Anika's voice brought Scarlett and Ethan out of their haze. Scarlett and Ethan quickly backed away from each other as Anika opened the door more. "You guys ready?" She asked. "Yeah, Yeah, we're ready." Scar smiled.

Ethan and Scarlett made their way inside as their friends were starting to get comfortable on the couch. Thats when it hit her, another wave of nausea. "I'll be right back." Scar told her friends as she headed towards the bathroom. She closed the door behind her as she leaned against the counter. She felt like she had to throw up but something in her just wasn't letting her. Then another wave hit her. This one stronger than the last. Scarlett put her hand over her mouth as she headed over to the toilet. After about two minute Scarlett finally finished up after throwing up everything in her system. She sighed as she lifted herself off the floor and headed towards her sink. Grabbing her tooth brush from the side and the tooth paste , Scarlett squeezed some toothpaste on the brush. After brushing her teeth she took a deep breath making sure she wasn't still feeling any more nausea.

"You okay? You look pale." Mindy asked as she tossed a piece of popcorn in her mouth as soon as Scarlett opened the door. "Huh?" Scarlett didn't hear Mindy she was focused on the taste of peppermint in her mouth now. "Yeah you do. You good?" Sam asked as she made her way over to the couches. Placing herself next to Quinn and Chad. "What? Yeah, yeah I'm okay. I'm just tired is all." Scarlett cleared her throat. "Come relax." Anika patted the couched next to her. "Yeah." Scarlett sighed as she walked over to the couch. She placed herself between Anika and Tara. Scarlett rested her head on Anika shoulder as Anika rubbed her head. Scar looked over at Ethan who's eyes were already other. "You okay ?" Ethan mouthed. Scarlett gave him a half smile and returned her attention to the movie playing. Even though her eyes were on the tv she could feel Ethan's on hers.

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October 30th

"So Scarlett, tell me. You from the city or you just here for school?" Asher sat back against his desk chair. "Just here for school." Scar answered as she drew her water bottle to her lips. "Where you from originally?" Scarlett looked at him and paused. "Michigan. How about you? Where you from?" Scar asked relaxing back in her seat. "Born in raised here." Asher sitting up from his chair for a second. "This seems like a busy place to grow up in." The two sat at Asher's desk eating the Chinese he ordered. Even though she had it for dinner last night she wasn't going to be rude and oppose.

"Ehh. It's not so bad. I was pretty much either at school or home til I started teaching." Asher slid off his brown sports coat and laid it on the desk. "Asher if you don't mind me asking. How old are you? You just look so young to be a professor yet alone have a doctorate." Scarlett watched as the brunette started to roll up his white dress shirt sleeves. "I don't mind. I'm twenty two."

"Damn." Scar said shocked. She knew he had to be young but twenty two? She wasn't expecting that. "Yeah. I graduated high school at sixteen and college at nineteen. Got jobs teaching at twenty and just have kind of gone from there." Asher explained. "Are you like a prodigy or something?" Scar asked. "Yeah. Yeah I guess you could say that. I just can pick up information a little bit faster and it helps to have a photographic memory." Asher finished rolling up the last sleeve. "Yeah that would help. I'm nineteen and don't even really know what I want one hundred percent. Can't imagine already knowing and doing everything you need to get there." Scar sighed.

"I just knew I liked teaching from when I use to tutor kids. It was always a great feeling knowing you helped someone learn something new. Something that could help them. Make an impact." Asher smiled sitting back down in his chair. "Thats very noble of you."

"Thank you. So what about family? Friends? Anything really driving you here besides school? Boyfriend?" Asher asked. "Family is kinda tough. However friends, I have a few of those and I love them. They're also studying here." Scar informed. "Mindy? It's Mindy right."

Mindy had a very interesting first class with Asher. Her witty comments about slashers in class today, Scarlett swore she was going to drive him away. Mindy wasn't exactly ecstatic with Scarlett staying behind with him for an hour. He just happened to arrive right after three people were killed, including the woman you had his current job. Ethan however told Mindy he wouldn't be far behind to walk her home. Mindy rolled her eyes telling him he's not that much better.

"Yeah..." Scarlett trailed off. "I like her, she's a firecracker. She could give me a run for my money in the slasher section." Asher chuckled. "Yeah it's her specialty." Scar was glad Asher wasn't put off to Mindy's comments. "What about your boyfriend? What interests him in this class?"

Asher's words caught Scarlett off guard. Did she hear that right? "Boyfriend?" Scarlett asked for more clarification. "Yeah. Eric? Evan? No, no, Ethan. Yeah Ethan." Yep she heard him right. "Oh he's not-" Scar started. "Oh I'm sorry. I guess that's what I get for assuming." Asher interrupted. "Why did you assume that?" Was she that transparent Scarlett asked herself. Were they both? "He's just always with you I just figured but that's my bad."

After a moment of silence Asher finally spoke up. "Scarlett can I be honest?" Scarlett took put her water bottle down on the desk after taking another sip. "Well I would hope you wouldn't lie to me." Scar joked earning a chuckle from Asher. "I really like talking to you." Asher voice turned more serious. "Yeah, you're pretty cool too." Scar smiled. "No Scarlett, I mean I really like talking to you and I-"

" You ready to go Scarlett?" Ethan's voice rang from behind Scar. She turned around to see Ethan in a change of clothes and no bag. He had on a dark green long sleeve much like the blue one he had on the other night. Scarlett thought back to that shirt and how you could see his muscles flex when he moved. He slid his hands into his dark grey jeans. "Oh um yeah. Thank you for dinner Asher. I'll see you Monday." Scar smiled as she got up and grabbed her bag. "You're welcome and yeah I'll see you Monday." Asher got up from his chair and shot her a smile as he watched her head over to Ethan. His eyes moved from Scarlett over to Ethan who was shooting him a glare. Asher swallowed hard as his eyes connected with Ethan.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Is there any wr Chris Drabble that you can and want to share maybe perhaps

🙏🙏🙏🙏😭 * not in a pressuring way but in a I love this installment and can’t get enough way* feel free to ignore if not!

you know what??? sure! this is a fluffy one that i haven't had a reason to post, so i'll use this ask for that skdjfhskjdf

just fyi i've got a couple horny ones in the works, but they're still not complete 😭 so this is all i can offer for now. hope you enjoy~

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series. you don’t really need to read any other instalment to understand/enjoy this piece). | Word Count: ~1k | Themes & Warnings: fantasy/supernatural AU · fluff | established relationship | descriptors of the reader such as: being chubby · pet names · a bit suggestive, but it’s fairly tame · this is barely proof-read, so please bear with me

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: hey pretty > i know we said we were gonna go on a date tonight > but i dont think ill make it baby im sorry :(

< You: aw 🥺 < it’s ok darling < we can go out some other time

> Chris💕🐺: ill make it up to u > i promise

It wasn’t uncommon for your boyfriend to come home late at night. He’d always come through the door complaining about how they were behind on their sprint, or how one of his co-workers deleted hours worth of coding in a single click, or how the entire platform he worked on crashed and they needed to spend overtime fixing it… It worried you sometimes, but it’d become such a natural occurrence at this point it didn’t faze you anymore.

You felt like Chris didn’t even need to promise to make it up to you, you knew he would anyway, but you figured he always felt the need to set his words in stone. Sometimes he’d make it up to you the very next day, sometimes it took him weeks, but he always did, which you appreciated immensely.

By ten in the evening you just knew Chris wouldn’t be home before midnight. He always told you to not wait up for him, that you needed to rest, too. But you found it incredibly hard to fall asleep comfortably when he wasn’t there, so you’d either toss and turn for hours, or you’d drift in and out of sleep until he made it to your bed.

You vaguely registered the front door of your flat opening and closing, just like you vaguely registered the muffled sounds of your boyfriend’s steps around your home until you started to hear the shower. Stretching your limbs a bit, a tiny squeak left your mouth, and you reached for your phone to check the time.

One thirty in the morning.

With a sigh, you locked your phone again and turned to lay on your other side, bringing one of the extra pillows between your thighs for comfort.

You laid there for a while, waiting, until you heard the shower stop completely. You honestly expected your boyfriend to open the door to your bedroom right then, but instead, all you heard was silence. In normal circumstances, you would’ve let it go and gone back to sleep, but as it was, you really wanted to see him, so you got out of your shared bed, rubbing sleep from your eye with your fist as you opened the door and left the room.

Only the small lights on the kitchen were on, but they provided enough illumination to see Chris. He was sitting on the sofa, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands buried in his hair.

As soon as you walked closer, he looked up. With a small smile on his lips he gave you a “Why are you up?”

You yawned, shrugging.

“Sorry I woke you up, pretty”, Chris mumbled, taking a hold of your hand as soon as you were in front of him.

Shaking your head, you placed your free hand on Chris’ shoulder, pushing him just enough to lay back on the sofa so you could straddle him and comfortably settle on his lap. With his arms around your waist, he pulled you flush against him, just as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling a very sleepy ‘S’okay’ against his skin.

Burying one of your hands in his damp hair, you gently massaged his scalp while bringing an arm to rest on his shoulders so you could pull him close to you as well. Chris hummed, and you felt him relax under the soothing motions of your hand.

Over the years, you’d come to read your boyfriend’s body language quite well–or at least you liked to think so. When he was quiet like this, you could tell something was weighing heavy on his mind, so you’d made it a habit to ask. “Wanna talk about your day?”

Chris remained quiet for a moment, but he still moved his arms from around your waist to bring a hand under your shirt and rest it on the small of your back, while the other cradled the back of your head. After a few moments, he just shook his head, and you hummed in understanding.

You both stayed there like that, quietly enjoying your warmth for a while. Until you finally pulled away from his neck and cradled his face in your hands. Chris just leaned into your touch, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh.

He was clearly refreshed from his shower, but you could still see the bags under his eyes, and the small frown on his face. You knew it wasn’t directed at you–or at least you hoped so–it surely had to do with whatever happened at work, so your first instinct was to lean in and press a kiss right where his eyebrows furrowed.

A small smile spread on his face, and his frown seemed to have disappeared when you finally pulled back. With a smile of your own, you leaned in again to press a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose, each cheek, and finally, his lips. 

Chris’ lips moulded to yours, kissing you slowly, holding you even closer to him. He was so warm, and the feeling of his fingers caressing your lower back and the ones burying in your hair to angle your head to the side the tiniest bit was quickly igniting the flame of need deep within yourself.

After a few moments of kissing, you rolled your hips. You couldn’t help it, he was right there, touching you, existing, and your body just naturally reacted to him.

Chris tensed with the movement, and he immediately brought his hands to your hips to still your movement.

“Baby…” Chris pulled away from your lips with a sigh, an incredibly tired sigh. “I’m–I’m not…”

It was rare for Chris to not be in the mood for sex, but it did happen every once in a while, usually when he was not only incredibly exhausted, but also worried about something. So you simply smiled at him, dragging your thumbs over his cheeks as if to soothe him. “It’s okay, baby”. 

Chris sighed again, looking you in the eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together once again. “I’m sorry, pretty. I’ll make it up to–”

“Baby”, you interrupted him and squished his cheeks, forcing his lip into a pout. “It’s fine. You don’t have to make anything up to me”. 

“But–” 

“I’m serious”, you pecked his lips, and offered him a smile after. “Don’t go all toxic alpha on me now, hm? It’s literally fine, babe”. 

Chris chuckled, and he pulled you down for a brief kiss. “I love you”. 

“Love you, too”, you replied simply, relishing the way Chris’ body relaxed under you again. “Now… Sleep?”

Chris looked at you for a moment, mulling your words, until he eventually spoke. “I’d like to… kiss some more…” 

You leaned in, not quite pressing your lips to his yet, but close enough so every word made your lips brush against his. “How much more?” 

Chris held you tighter. “A lot more”. 

So you hummed, right as you finally connected your mouths in a deep kiss.

This was one of Chris’ moods sometimes. He’d just want to hold you, kiss you, rile you up with no real prospect of sex. And you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

His plush lips against yours, his teeth tugging your flesh, his tongue brushing yours… Chris was an amazing kisser, and you could honestly spend hours just doing this. Hours of his hands roaming your back, of the satisfied hums and moans spilling from his mouth, of the wet sounds your motions produced. 

Of course it made you horny, of course it made him horny… You could feel his hardness under you, enticing you, but being honest, kissing felt just as satisfying regardless. You liked that you could have these moments with your boyfriend, where you could somewhat keep things intimate, but rather chaste–as much as french kissing a werewolf could be considered chaste…

“God, I missed you so much”, Chris mumbled, digging his fingers on the soft flesh of your waist, under your tee. 

“Me too, baby”, you mumbled back, barely even disconnecting your lips from his.

You couldn’t really tell how long you spent there, sitting on his lap and ravishing his mouth, but eventually, he pulled back, looking you in the eyes as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

His pupils were so deliciously blown, his lips all pink and plump, slick with your spit, and you were sure there was wetness making contact with your core, even with the thin fabric of his sleeping shorts separating your bodies.

“You’re so pretty”, Chris wrapped an arm around your waist, and he cupped your cheek with his free hand. “So pretty and mine. My pretty girlfriend…”

You chuckled, looking at his droopy eyes. “So are you, darling”. 

“Mmm…” Chris leaned in again, kissing you briefly. 

When he pulled back, you placed your hands on his bare shoulders. “Sleep?” 

Chris nodded. “Sleep. Hold on tight, baby”. 

As soon as you looped your arms around his neck, and with a firm hold on your thighs, Chris stood up from the sofa, taking you with him and walking languid steps to your bedroom, switching the kitchen lights off on the way. 

As soon as he stepped into your room, Chris gently placed you on your feet so you could take the few steps left to the bed.

He placed a quick kiss on your cheek once you were both tucked under the covers. He pulled you close to his body and laid his head on your chest, letting out a sigh of relief once you buried your fingers in his hair and started massaging his scalp.

It was silent for a while, until you started to hear–and feel–the barely audible rumble coming from your boyfriend’s chest. It brought a smile to your face, and, soon enough, you fell asleep as well.

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[gumnut-logic]

Lego Volcano (Part 1)

This fic was the result of several Thunderfam members in this post.

Those responsible include @sailing-on-a-puddle @idontknowreallywhy @womble1 and @alexthefly amongst others as they bantered while I was working my Thursday night late.

This was a thank you fic for the entertainment, written sometime before midnight Thursday night after work. I posted it originally in that thread, but thought I would repost it to its own post so it is easier to find because I have now written a Sweetapple sequel, which I will post shortly.

This one has been tidied up just a little as I didn't even reread it before posting on Thursday. Many thanks to all of you for being so kind and fun and supporting me through a three hour desk shift after an eight hour day.

Also hugs to @onereyofstarlight for the read through and sanity check :D

Warnings for sickfic and sick!Virgil.

I hope you enjoy :D

-o-o-o-

Virgil yawned and did his best not to choke on his own lungs.

His throat was as clogged up as his face and his head was throbbing, both from lack of sleep and the stupid flu he had picked up from probably London, in the sewers, no less.

Stupid uniform had stupid torn and diluted excrement had soaked his stupid undershirt. The smell had him dry heaving and as soon as they located the children who had caused the callout and made sure they were all safe and getting the attention they needed, Virgil had drowned himself in the heavy duty shower on Two…which he also had to clean when he finally made it home.

But the damage had been done and three days later, the first signs of the lurgy from hell had made itself known.

It turned out to be a bad flu, which wasn’t fun in the slightest, but considering what else he could have caught from raw sewage, the flu was on the preferred list.

But it was still a flu with all the horrid symptoms. At this point all the mucus in his body was residing in his head and he was in the process of developing a sinus infection that throbbed horribly with every single hacking cough.

Sleep was something he desperately needed, but couldn’t attain, and consequently his brain was not functioning anywhere near a conscious capacity.

Right now, all he knew was that he needed a drink, so he was staggering down to the kitchen to get one.

The house was dark and he was happy about that. He felt no need to stab his already aching eyeballs with light. He knew the house; the dark was calming and safe.

He made it down the kitchen stairs, to the sink, and the water hitting the back of his throat was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He took another and splashed his face with the cool liquid.

God, that felt good.

Of course, his lungs couldn’t have that, so he was again coughing. He staggered against the breakfast bar, trying to draw in breath.

Eventually he was able to gasp enough to keep himself alive. It felt overly dramatic, but considering the pounding in his head, he felt he deserved a little self pity.

Okay, drink taken, most of it had managed to stay down…now back to his bedroom.

He groaned internally. He did not want to go back to his room. He had been staring at the ceiling for hours. Being exhausted and not able to sleep was a unique kind of torture.

But honestly, wandering around the house was not recommended. Grandma would roast him - he was supposed to be in bed.

It was an image of his grandmother that drove him to climb back up the kitchen stairs to the comms room.

Apparently, there was no moon tonight. Virgil tried to recall what the date was but his brain refused to oblige.

In any case, it was dark with starlight interrupted by cloud the only light making it through the rafters. Just enough to vaguely outline the shadows in the room.

A vague idea of maybe crashing on the couch and staring up at those stars had Virgil taking a few steps into the room rather than towards the elevator. Perhaps he could open the balcony doors and breathe some fresh air.

His bare feet padded softly towards the door mechanism.

A press of a button and the massive glass panes smoothly separated, both retracting into the floor as the doors quietly opened.

The breeze that blew in was pure and fresh Tracy Island. Not that he could smell it, his nose was a snotty mess clogged all the way up to his hairline, but the breeze touched his too warm skin and, oh, that was so nice.

He moved closer to the centre of the doorway, listening to the sounds of his home, the rumble of distant surf, the rustle of leaves…his shoulders relaxed, ill muscles slowly unwinding.

Yes, he would curl up on the couch, stare at the stars, and relax into the breeze.

He took a step towards the sunken lounge and his foot came down on something sharp.

He gasped and stumbled, desperate to remove the source of the pain under his foot, only to catch something stabbing his other foot.

Ow!

The floor was suddenly covered in sharp and painful objects he could not see. No matter where he tried to put his feet, there was something, something that hurt and slid on the wooden floor.

He stumbled and his feet slipped out from under him, throwing him to the pain-filled floor with a yelp. He crashed into something that shattered beneath his shoulder in a cascade of hard pieces and he finally came to a stop on his back with a multitude of sharp shapes stabbing him.

He groaned.

Everything hurt.

Breath struggled in through his teeth.

He lay there, ignoring the stabbing in his back and limbs, not entirely confident he would be able to get up.

Then bright white completed the injuries as someone turned on the lights.

“Virgil!”

Eyes clenched shut, his sinuses and brain dancing the tarantella somewhere behind his eyes, Virgil didn’t answer his big brother.

The clatter of objects being kicked out of the way and Scott was beside him, his hand landing gently on his chest. “Virgil? Are you okay?”

Virgil kept his eyes closed, dumping an arm across his face to keep all the light out.

“Talk to me, Virgil.” A touch of Commander added steel to the big brother worry.

“Kill me now.”

A soft snort was his answer.

“Why are you bathing in Lego?”

“Wha-?” He opened his eyes blinking tears away and forcing himself to focus.

A literal mountain of Lego sat beside him. Its shape was an eerily familiar Tracy Island…minus the villa and some of the rocks around the caldera…which had apparently joined the Virgil stabbing party when he fell on it.

“C’mon, let’s get you up.”

Virgil was still staring at the Lego version of the Island. Wha-?

Scott wrapped an arm around his shoulders and levered Virgil into a sitting position.

Ow, now he was being stabbed even more in the butt.

He scrambled awkwardly onto his feet, everything complaining as he stared down at the mass of scattered Lego.

Scott didn’t let go of him.

“Who made this?”

“Gordon and Alan. It was meant to be a surprise.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“I’ve broken it.”

“You have.” Scott sighed. “But it is Lego, it can be rebuilt. You, on the other hand, need to go back to bed.”

Virgil grunted, but was betrayed by his body as it swayed in Scott’s grip.

“Or better yet, the infirmary.”

“God, no. I’m f-“ He gasped and then sneezed, his head screaming.

“Ow.”

Scott sighed again. “Let me check you over and…” He frowned down at Virgil. “…attend to your Lego injuries.” There was enough smirk in the concern to be brotherly evil.

Virgil managed to mumble a protest, but he was more than tired and leant into his brother’s half hug, resting his head on Scott’s shoulder.

“C’mon, little brother.”

Virgil groaned. Scott only called him ‘little brother’ when he was worried and wanted to get his way. Mostly because it worked every time.

A soft snort and Scott was leading him out of Lego hell and walking him to the infirmary.

Virgil may have fallen asleep on Scott’s shoulder at some point.

But he was beyond caring.

And Scott was, as always, doing enough for the both of them.

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Next

[krirebr]

A Cornucopia for You!

Curtis Everett; Secret dating, hurt/comfort; omegaverse; angst

If it were a normal day at the country club, you would’ve been sitting by the pool, a drink in hand, just soaking up the sun. The image of bliss, pleasure, with an air around you that sat somewhere around carefree, but those feelings were long gone.

Instead, you sat against the cold tile wall in one of the private showers, your knees tucked up to your chest, as you tried your best to let the running water mask your sniffles.

Three months ago, you had met Curtis, one of the new valets working at the club to make a little extra money as he finished up trade school. He was kind, intelligent, but also so much more. An alpha, but one with low status that your parents would never stand for.

Over time, polite smiles and thank yous became small conversations, lingering touches, long walks back to your car. You were slowly falling in love with him- no. More than falling. It had already happened, but it came crashing down with the return of your parents from their long vacation.

They had met you at the club for lunch, your mother already on her third mimosa and your father likely beyond that from their private jet ride home from whatever Mediterranean country they had visited this time. For the last few months you’d been free and you had been hoping that’s the way it would stay. Between her first and second salad course, though, your mother spoke up after sniffing the air.

“Honey, is that a new perfume on you? You know you don’t need that. The right, powerful alpha will be drawn to your natural omega scent. Like your father was to me.”

She smiled at him as he looked off elsewhere, hardly in the conversation besides a one-off slur of, “Yes, an alpha with standing. Very good.”

Your heart was racing because you knew exactly what they were referencing in your scent, and it wasn’t perfume by any means, the low notes of leather still lingering in your nose.

From that point on, you had made sure to shower several times before visits with your parents, hoping the entire situation would leave their minds, until one day, Curtis was called to fill in as one of the servers. You had no idea.

As you were sitting on a chair reading, remaining cordial as you could with your mother, Curtis arrived with a daiquiri for her on his tray. Her nose went off again and she sat up in her chair, lowering her sunglasses. There was nothing scarier when it came to her than silence. Her cutting gaze shifted between the two of you.

“Your father will not be pleased.”

It all happened so quickly. You were chewed out by your parents, the manager was involved, Curtis was fired, and you ran away all in a blur. As you continued to sob into your arms, there was a knock on the shower door, likely one of the waitresses you were friendly with.

“Go away, Monica.”

There was no response except the door opening with a light creak. You could sense him, Curtis. As you finally tore your eyes from their hiding place, you looked up at him and he could see how bloodshot they were. All you could do was profusely apologize.

“Curtis, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to do. I knew they’d be upset, but I didn’t think they’d freak out like that. I tried so hard. To keep you away from them, I’ve been showering three times everyday just so that they weren’t suspicious of you, but-but…”

Curtis didn’t bother turning off the shower. He figured the two of you needed all the privacy you could afford after that uncomfortably public blow-up.

Joining you under the water, his hand gently found your cheek and he pressed his forehead against yours.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright. We’ll figure it out. I’m almost done with school. We can go wherever you want, if that’s what you want. I promise to take care of you forever, okay?”

You sniffled again as you scooted in closer to him, letting his warmth and scent calm you. “Okay.”

Oh my god, Essie!! This is just. It's so much! It's so good!!

Poor Curtis! Poor Omega! Run away together and be happy together forever. Never see the parents again! Please!

Seriously, this is exactly what I wanted! It ripped my heart right out in the very best way. 💔😭 I loved it. Thank you!!

[flowingivy]

Cut by Thorns

CW- domestic violence, swearing, slight graphic description.

Chapter 1

"GET THE FUCK OUT NOW." You screamed at the tall man, who was previously hitting and yelling at you. "ITS ALL YOUR FAULT Y/N" the loud crash of plates being thrown against wall echoed threw the apartment. You were finally able to shove the big man out of the apartment and locked the door. "IF YOU DONT LEAVE ILL CALL THE FUCKING COPS." Silence for the first time in multiple hours. Silence.

Noise dripping with blood caused by the man you called for boyfriend for almost a year. Things started off really good. He was sweet, took you out of dates. Made sure you were always happy. On a normal day, he was in the shower and his phone buzzed on the bed. That day everything fell apart. Cheater. Lier. Fake.

After finding out that he had been cheating on you for a large portion of your relationship, he got violent, but it wasn't ever physical until now. Sitting on the floor, crying your heart out. The man you once knew was gone. Stomping to the bedroom you shared just earlier that day. You grabbed a trash bag and threw all his shit into it. Rushing to the balcony and throwing it all off the third story of the building.

You called your closest friend. The girl you've been close with for years. The only one who has never done you wrong. Your ride or die. Kate. She has always been protective over you. Never wanted to leave your side. When you met the girl she was drunk at the bar. Complaining about work and the large amount of men she lived with. You took her home and made sure she was safe. Sometimes friends come when you least expect it.

After that night, Kate would come over every single Friday and have what you both liked to call a girls night. A glass of wine and talking about how shitty work has been. Along with her frequently bring up the men she worked with. Which Kate also lived with. Not knowing what she did for work. You tried to be as supportive as possible. Kate always hated your now ex boyfriend. In her words he was a free loader so once she heard about the series of events of just minutes ago.

She was livid and angry. You're the one person she genuinely cared for as a person. Well on the phone with the furious women. You heard her talk to someone. Probably her roommates. "hey y/n? Is it okay if I go for about half an hour?. I'll be over as soon as I can. Just text me if he comes back okay?" You whip the tears from your eyes "yeah that's okay. I'm gonna go take a shower. Just come in when you get here." The phone hangs up.

You go back to the room and grab a pair of men's stripped boxers and a large black shirt. Turning the water on to the hottest setting and wait for it to heat up. You turn on your favorite music and start to wash up. Getting all the crimson blood off your face and hands.

Knock knock.

You hop out of the shower, throw on your large clothes, and walk to the door of your very spacious apartment. Opening the door, you were met with four faces. Three you have never seen before. Kate immediately hugged you and grabbed your shoulders tight. "Oh my god. Y/n your face is so bruises." You flinch at the sudden touch. "Kate, who are these guys?" You say in a soft tone, always sounding scared.

"Oh yeah! This is Brian" pointing to a tall blonde man with slight stubble and a bright yellow hoodie and ripped jeans. "This is Tim" Kate pointed to a built man with side burns and a red flannel. "Last but not least, toby." Lastly pointing to a shorter boy but still taller then you. He had a black face mask on and a black turtle neck. "These are my roommate I've always told you about. They offered to give me a ride" You wave at the boys and smiled a bit. "The place it fucking trashed." You say with a bit of embarrassment.

"These pigs are probably worse." Kate jokingly rolls her eyes."fuck you." Toby thought he was quiet but kate had elbowed him in the side. Which he couldnt feel but got the hint. "Can we come in? I'll help you clean up y/n. " You move out of the way. Unveiling the trashed apartment. Glass all over the floor. The coffee table in the living room flipped over. "Oh god." Tim said under his breath, trying not to make y/n feel bad. "One person did this? Jesus." Brian said, looking towards you with concern written all over his face. What she went threw. None of them wished upon anyone. Ever.

Kate went under the sink and grabbed a trash bag. Picking up large pieces of glass and trash that was thrown around. "Kate, please, you don't have to.." You say with guilt in your voice. "Hey, hey, it's okay. You should just relax for right now. I'll make sure this place looks untouched when I'm done. After we can even go get food." Kate smiled slightly at you, trying to cheer you up.

"Fine.. but I'm paying for food. For all of us." You smiled back at the girl. Tim helping get trash off the floor. Toby whipped down the counter that had spilled pop on it. Kate now with a broom getting the rest of the glass. "Go get dressed so you don't look homeless!" Kate said in a joking tone. "Ok, mom," you giggled back. Walking to your room. Flipping on the light switch. You heard talking in the kitchen/ living room (they are connected). Not being able to understand what was being said, you got dressed into a pair of oversized ripped jeans. Along with a large black hoodie that had a large picture of Medusa on the back.

Walking out of the bedroom, you saw a fully clean apartment. It looked like your ex-boyfriend wasn't even there. It felt great. Being with Kate and the boys you just met. Felt comfortable, like as along as you had Kate. Nothing bad was going to happen to you. The men made you feel like they would have your back as long as Kate cared for you. As you walked to get your shoes. You felt three pairs of eyes on you. Watching your every move. You could get comfortable with not getting treated like shit by a man all the time. You could get used to having a man genuinely care about you as a person. Not an object.

"Are you ready to go y/n?"

A/N- this is my first book ever. I would love to hear suggestions🙏 next chapter will be out soon.

[dystopianplayground]

If the video wasn't clear, I got a onewheel pint. The different muscles used are interesting.

Also:

Someone left them when moving out and now I have them. Pretty comfortable actually.

But let's do an update. For the past two weeks I've been having a rough time. I felt like I was running at about 20% battery. Wednesday night I figured it out. For the past two weeks my timing has been way off and that's thrown my mind and body into flux.

It started on 22 February, when I took Patricia to a pro wrestling convention in Portland. I rented a car, we discussed the urgency to leave early. If the convention stunk, we'd leave, but I wanted to give it a chance. 9 am was the agreed time.

I parked the rental outside of work the night before, and was at it by 8:30. I even went into work to fold towels to kill time. I left at 9 to wait for her. 9:15 comes and she still hadn't shown up so I called and woke her up.

I was pissed.

I told her she better get here ASAP. It took her, to her credit, only 45 minutes. But the drive was nothing but 2 hours and 45 minutes of her dating and sex life so I wasn't too thrilled by the time we got to the con.

The con was a bit of a bust. But that's ok.

Then we went to a plaza with a best buy and a Burlington. I went to the BB for a new camera, something I shouldn't buy but no tax and five minutes away from her. They didn't have it so I walked next door to the Burlington and got a shower curtain, Crocs, and a belt. The belt was needed as my pants kept falling.

The drive back was almost silent because I put on the dead authors podcast and she didn't laugh once. At one point there was talking because she started to pick and attempt to pull out the ambient light on the dash with multiple different excuses. I was so mad that I- in a round about way -called her stupid. I do feel bad in retrospect, but if I hadn't gotten the full coverage insurance, I could have been out like $1k for childish behavior. Stopped at Tacoma boys for milk and goodies.

I expected to be home much later, but it was too late to go do anything else. That awkward time when things are closed but I wasn't ready for bed.

Worked hard for two days, had one day off. I had to catch up on housework. But having those bags gone felt really nice.

The following Thursday, I had a client that has my personal contact information come in at closing. He wasted my time for over an hour just talking and talking and talking. He was mostly upset at being lonely in Seattle. I had the plan to go to Tacoma for full groceries and to hit that fife r&t. The two girls they got there seem to actually like me. One straight up made out with me during a session, the other very clearly cums when we fuck. Second has the smallest vag hole I've ever experienced.

But leaving Seattle at 8:30 and experiencing a traffic jam because some idjit crashed his car and blocked three lanes meant I didn't get to fife until 9:15. And they made me actually wait in the room until 9:45. If I had known, I would've just left.

Because of that running late, metro was closed, Walmart was closed. Thankfully Tacoma boys and WinCo were open. I am not sure when that WinCo closes, but I know it does.

From that point everything just kept falling off and falling behind. It just wore me out. Wednesday, Stephanie told me that we'd get groceries on Monday, so I had to go back down. But I didn't take a wheel with me to work so I grabbed my Segway. Stupid me, I had turned it on like three days prior and knew the battery was almost dead. Did I charge it? No. So about three blocks away, the thing went just dead.

Today I have focused on rest, food, sleep, riding the onewheel as much as I can to get used to it. I have a long week ahead of me.

[rynnicol]

I went to college with one of the men in this picture. We were friends. We would go to dinner at 3:00 am. I helped with his school projects. He’d tease me about watching sci-fi shows like Babylon 5 and Star Trek. I set him up with my roommate. He had a crush on her, so I helped my friend. They ended up dating for years.

One night he and I were at school in the edit bays. I had been calling him for hours trying to tell him his computer had crashed and wasn’t rendering. He was stressed about completing his thesis and decided the computer crash was somehow my fault when he finally showed up. While I was preparing a machine to help him, he came up behind me and slammed my head into the desk and keyboard repeatedly. I collapsed on the floor, and he started kicking me. At one point he grabbed my hair to slam my head against the wall then bent down to yell in my face. I have a vague memory of staring up at the window of the door in the tiny room as a silhouette watched. A freshman finally opened the door distracting my attacker long enough for me to crawl away.

I crawled to the room where my best friend was editing a film at the other end of the hall. I told him what had happened and to this day I’ll never forget his response, “He’s stressed. You must have misunderstood.” I wiped away what I thought was sweat from my brow and told him, I don’t think I did. Not one time did my friend look away from the computer. He kept explaining how I had to consider the pressure this man was under. I sat there on the floor crying until I looked at my hands and saw that I’d been wiping away blood. I looked out the window for the edit bay door and saw the freshman who had saved me. He indicated it was safe to come out.

I dashed down the hall to the bathroom terrified I would be attacked again. I didn’t think I could take my head being smashed into a sink. I cleaned up the blood and held a stack of paper towels to my head. I didn’t feel safe, so I took the side entrance outside and walked home. I locked myself in my apartment bathroom and sat in the shower for I don’t know how long.

The next day, I told my roommate I didn’t want her boyfriend around. I didn’t want to be alone with him, and I didn’t want him in the apartment even when I wasn’t there. I told her this while I was sitting on a chair in our living room while holding a bag of frozen peas to my head, wondering when we had bought peas and why. She informed me she had already spoken to her boyfriend and knew we’d had a fight. She “didn’t care what had happened” but needed us to get along for her. I wanted to tell her. I felt guilty. I had set them up. Had I put her in danger? I told her I didn’t feel safe, but before I could explain she threw up her hands and repeated that she didn’t need details about the “fight.” We just needed to work it out. I was having trouble breathing so I told her she should care then threw the peas back in the freezer and took off for the campus clinic. I felt guilty for years for not telling her.

The campus clinic looked at the bruises on my chest and back and told me I should get x-rays at the hospital for any fractures. No one asked how I got the bruises. They put a band aid on my head and told me to keep ice on the lump that had formed on the back of my head. Then made an appointment for me at the hospital which I had to walk to days later. I had hairline fractures on three ribs.

As I stood outside the campus clinic, I remembered there were cameras in the school’s hallways that would have recorded me crawling away from the attack and walking to the bathroom with blood dripping down my forehead. I could show my roommate what had happened. Then she might care. I headed to the campus safety office to ask about the tapes. The officer I had known for two years. He liked to attend parties with the graduate students, he smiled at me while informing me that he was on duty the night before, but the tapes were gone now. I didn’t understand then what he was saying. I didn’t know at the time he had stolen the tapes to protect my attacker.

I walked to the school and visited the vice dean, to report the attack. He informed me that he felt supporting my attacker and burying this incident was a better financial investment for the school. My attacker was going to elevate their name. The vice dean asked if my scholarships went away then would I still be able to attend school? He then began a months long effort lasting well into the summer to have my scholarships rescinded. When other faculty asked why he was after me his excuse was that I brought a Dr. Pepper into a classroom where drinks were not allowed. Not even a joke. The cost of the broken keyboard was taken out of my paycheck from my work-study job. The message was clear. My attacker was of more value than I.

Last night my attacker got to take part in attending the Peabody awards for the Star Trek franchise. A franchise he first watched in my living room after mocking me for watching the show, but he tells everyone that he watched it as a child. He repeats a story I told him about my mother seeing Nichelle Nichols for the first time. My first memory in life is of my parents racing to watch a rerun of the original series. So not only did this man break my ribs, he’s taken a dump on my childhood. I’ve been quiet for nearly 25 years, actively disappearing, changing my name, and moving away, while this man has had opportunity after opportunity handed to him. I know he thinks he put in more effort than others not seeing how many people put him where he is today. Karma might keep receipts, but she certainly doesn’t perform audits.

[lost-in-faith]

The beginning, and ending, of an era.

Well everyone, 2024 has redefined me to say the least.

The beginning of this year started off as every other year does. Full of hope, promise. Exaggerated dreams of weight loss, financial gain, and of course, finding "the one".

I set my new years resolution with the same kinds of goals as many of us do. My list looked something like this:

-This year, I'm going to the gym. 5 days a week. AT LEAST.

(I've made it 0 days so far).

-I'm going to triple my savings account. (I was able to change it drastically, but not in the kind of way that makes it grow).

-I'm going to put myself out there and date again. (two failed "talking" stages and 3 bad dates later, still single).

But hey, that's okay. I learned that not every year is a chance for a new start, but everyday is. And that saying proved to be true, when on January 2nd, I still had the ghosts from 23's past lingering around to haunt me.

Truth is, it wasn't the new year that caused me to change. It's what happened right before it. My son had a bad accident, I got laid off from work, and I had lost my closest friends. As I stood in Times Sqaure watching the NYE ball drop, I felt like my world had already crashed at my feet.

The first couple of weeks were hard. I didn't want to put makeup on. I didn't want to wear my hair down. I even stopped hanging around after drop off to gossip with the other parents. I felt like a shadow of myself. It was not a pretty sight- by any means.

One cold morning in January, it was time to get up and get ready to take my son to school. I had my stained t-shirt on, my pajama pants from my family's Christmas photoshoot, and slides on- no socks. I threw on a robe, didn't fix my hair and walked my son to school.

As I walked up to his class, his teacher stopped me at the door and said "girl, I'm not sure whats going on with you- but you need to fix yourself up. I barely recognize you". I looked down, tried to break a smile, and wished her a nice day.

On my walk back home, I stepped on a puddle of slushy brown snow, my hair slipped out of its bun, and it started to rain. And I started to cry. Like why the fuck have I let myself get to this point. Where even people who see me just a couple of minutes a day can see that there has been a drastic change.

I got home, showered, and told myself- no more feelings. Just action. Don't overthink anything, that complicates things. No more excuses for my problems, only solutions. It's time.

And it was. It was time for me to grab the reigns of my life, and take it exactly where I needed it to go. And that's just what I did. (Well, it's what I'm doing.