#beating my head with a stick every time i engage with content that has to do with eating disorders

[clwnpunk]

for context: i read a ficlet that involved a mildly detailed description of symptoms of an eating disorder and now my brain feels like i put it in the microwave

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: One Night {One-Shot}****

Lewis Hamilton x Reader 

Warning: Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, 18+ Content, Filth, Mild Dom Behavior/Antics, Oral: Female & Male Receiving, Backdoor Play, Bondage, Very Mild Degradation, 

Words: 13k 😳🥴 (My bad)

Summary: After attending yours and Lewis’ mutual friends' engagement party, he takes you home. 

Note: Looks like I’m still going through this Lewis tunnel. Here’s another one for your guys. I hope you enjoy it!

Note II: This one has some content in it that may not suite everyone’s taste. I felt like pressing some boundaries and said why the hell not. If it’s not your cup of tea, that’s okay, scroll on by. READ THE WARNINGS.   

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Screams erupted all around you and even in your overly inebriated state your body perked up just like all your friends’. From the beat drop they were on their feet climbing onto the furniture in the club waving their hands through the air.

 “Your days of singing this are over,” Mason shouted to Camina, one of your friends and his fiancée.

 She rolled her eyes but still kept dancing as if he hadn’t muttered a word.

 “He’s right. You feelin’ him heavy,” you added.

 “You know what else heavy? That rock on her finger.”

 Camina must have been tired of hearing it because when the lyrics started, she was the loudest one, “You thought I was feelin’ you, nah!”

 You threw your head back and laughed. They loved to go back and forth like this and tease one another. You knew they’d have a happy marriage. As everyone around you lost their minds to “Munch” you joined in rapping along like it was your track and not Ice Spice’s. When your foot slipped off the stool you knew this was how you died but instead of a collision with the floor or the edge of a table cracking your spine in two, strong arms wrapped you tight then lifted you.

 You recognized the scent before you saw their face. Lewis.

 “Come on, Y/N. This really how you want to die?”

 You smiled up at him, pinching your tongue between your teeth.

 “Me die? How when my guardian angel always has my back?”

 You caught his jaw in your hands and squeezed sending his lips pouting out.

 “Shots!”

 Your eyes widened hearing Tamara announce a new round.

 “Shots,” you squealed as you tried to get free from Lewis’ arms.

 He didn’t let you go though he kept you snug in what you now realized was his lap.

 “I think you’ve had enough.”

 You pouted and within seconds your eyes watered. “No, please. Lewis.”

 “Those fake tears won’t work on me. It’s creepy how you can just cry on demand.”

 You didn’t reply, you just stared into his eyes with your signature “lil’ baby” eyes. Puss in Boots could never, you had this on lock. Slowly but surely, you watched Lewis’ composure crumble and like everyone else who’d ever been prey to the eyes, he caved.

 “Fuck! fine.”

 You smiled, rolled your eyes to the back of your head and rapidly blinked a few times. When you looked back at him your eyes were tear free. He looked utterly disgusted with you.

 “Creepy,” he repeated.

 You climbed off his lap and straitened your dress. “You say creepy I say talented.”

 As you took a few steps away from him you looked back at him over your shoulder, “I’m a baddie I get what I want,” you said then winked before dipping into the middle of the circle comprised of all your female friends. He was probably right; you probably had reached your limit for the night, but you didn’t see the harm in one or three more shots.

 One or three more shots turned to six and the next thing you knew you were sitting in the passenger side of Lewis’ fancy car that was barely street legal. The lights of the city zipped by the window creating nothing but a trail of light as if you were traveling at warp speed. It was beautiful. Every few seconds you heard the gears change as he maneuvered the stick shift between your seats and that sound was what brought your eyes over to him.

He sat in the driver’s seat so comfortably as if that was the place be belonged. Hell, it definitely was. He’d found his knack early in life and had made an empire off it. All he’d accomplished thus far was nothing short of incredible. He was a legend, and he deserved every bit of praise he received. Again, Lewis shifted the stick and heavy click, click it made sent a smile across your face. You stared at his hands noting every vein that had made an appearance as he clutched the rounded top. His hands always looked so strong and when you thought about it, you guessed they had to be.

 You slowly moved your eyes along his forearm up to where his long sleep shirt was now rolled up. When you made it to his eyes, you found them on you. His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear any words. You shook your head as if to clear the fog in your brain and focused.

 “Told you you’d had enough. Now you’re fucked up.”

 “I am not fucked up. I am just slightly—inebriated.”

 The look Lewis gave you made you snort.

 “You’re so fucked up.”

 The track that came on had you cranking it all the way up.  He didn’t bother objecting instead he sang along with you.

 “We gon’ fuck up the night!”

 As he changed lanes and got into the zone you both sang and danced as if neither of you had a care in the world. It was perfect and one of the things you loved about hanging out with him. It was always a good time. It didn’t matter what you were doing.

 By the time you got to your loft, you were even higher than when you’d left the club. That’s how it always was around Lewis. You fed off his energy and vibe and it was the same with him. When Lewis placed you on the long couch in your living room you moaned and snuggled deeper into the suede material.

 ~~~~~

 -Lewis-

 “No, don’t get comfortable, let’s get you to bed first.”

 “Nooooo,” you whined in protest. “Here good.”

 He rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes for a brief moment. He knew how you got when you were drunk. He was in for one hell of a time trying to get you to cooperate. “Come on Y/N don’t be a brat right now. It’s been a long night.”

 “No. Here. Good.”

Sighing again, he decided what the hell and began unbuckling your heels.

 “Why is it that I’m the one that is always roped into being your babysitter when you get shit faced?”

 You giggled, “Because you’re such a big softie.”

 You reached your hand out to cup his jaw again. “Yes, you are Mr. Softie, yes,” you baby talked.

 You were adorable when you were like this which made it hard to get mad.

 “I’m sorry. I always do this around you and I know it’s annoying, but I only feel comfortable enough with you to do this. I know I’m safe, I know you won’t let anything happen to me and you’ll respect me. I trust you.”

 It felt like someone had just thrust baby fists into his gut. Oof, he thought as he stared over your face. Your eyes were closed as if you were dreaming about saying these things, but he knew you were awake.

 “I’m glad you trust me, Y/N. It—it means a lot.”

 Your eyes opened to slits and, but your smile was as wide as an open gorge. He couldn’t help but smile back. He wasn’t stupid, blind, or unfazed by you. He knew you were beautiful, knew you had unbelievable curves that were almost unreal to think was a blessing from the almighty, knew you had an amazing brain and a kind heart. He knew you were a beautiful and sexy woman, there was no denying that. He also knew he went out of his way to ignore all of it. Neither of you ever bullshitted the other and there were no falsities between you. He knew who you were and knew what you were incapable of. You liked your freedom as much as he liked his.

 Suddenly you rolled off the couch onto the floor then sprang up in a disorganized stumble.

 “I’m okay.”

 “You sure?”

 Your eyes were still closed as you nodded. He watched you reach for the sleeves of your dress that were draped off of your shoulders.

 “Wha--.”

 When he saw you trying to pull your arm free his mind stumbled. “Uh—Y/N?”

 “Mmm?”

 Seeing that wasn’t going to work, you bent and grabbed the hem of your dress and lifted.

 “Woah,” he cried lunging for you then wrangling the material from your hands. “What are you doing?”

 “It’s hot.”

 “Hot? okay, I’ll turn on the air. Sit.”

 He set you in the couch then walked to the wall where the central air unit was. It was already set to seventy-two, so he lowered it to sixty-five. When he turned back around you were again trying to peel off the dress.

 “No! No. I turned it on. It’ll cool down soon.”

 He had to plaster your hands to your sides to prevent you from trying again. Thankfully, the air turned on and within a few moments the living room chilled. Releasing a relieved breath, he slowly let go of your hands as he stood.

 “Okay, want me to help you up the stairs to bed?”

 You shook your head. “Here good.”

 “Right, here good,” he repeated.

 As he made a move to leave you grabbed his wrist stopping him in his tracks. When he met your eyes, they were so clear, almost luminescent in the dull light of the living room. He was unexpectedly frozen where he stood unable to move or breathe.

 “Stay.”

 “Stay?”

 You nodded. “Keep me warm, I’m cold.”

 You pulled him to you and if he didn’t have quick reflexes, he would have fallen right on top of you. Instead, he braced himself on the back of the couch preventing any contact.

 “You just said you were hot. I turned on the air.”

 You were now leaned on the back of the couch looking up into his eyes. “I’m cold.”

 The angle he was at gave him an overhead view of you. It was a view he’d never seen before. You kept your eyes on his but right now he saw nothing in them. It was like you were looking through him or seeing something that was deep beneath his surface. Before his brain could go any further down this rabbit hole of thought, he pushed off the couch and stalked to the thermostat. You whined the entire time, but he ignored you and turned it to seventy-five.

 “There, seventy-five. You’ll warm up soon.”

 He walked back to the couch and took up one of the throw blankets there and draped it around your shoulder. He stooped in front of you and rubbed your arms hoping the friction warmed you soon. When you hummed softly, he knew it was working.

 “I’m thirsty. Can I have water?”

 After an exhale he nodded. You were trying his last nerve. It was always like this. Once he was in the kitchen, he pulled a bottle of water out and brought it back to you with the cap off. After a few gulps you sighed.

 “Can I have the pain meds in the bathroom cabinet?”

 “Yep.”

 Knowing the way, he trudged through your unconventional loft to the bathroom on the first floor. He slowly rifled through the pills there noting how many new types of sleep aids he saw. You’d always had problems sleeping. Sometimes he’d even have to stay on the phone with you talking until you fell asleep. If that didn’t work and he was in town he’d have you come over to his place where you stayed up all night playing video games or watching movies. He made a mental note to talk to you about it another day.

 When his hand found the bottle, his eyes found something else entirely. He stood there for a few seconds as he allowed his thoughts to wander. When he was capable of moving again, he reached for the gold and purple device. Taking it in hand, he pressed the button, and the buzz brought it to life.

 “Jesus.”

 He should have put it back right then, but he pressed it a few more times wanting to see how much power it had and after five presses he was impressed. Before he could wonder what setting you preferred, he put it back where he found it and walked back out to you. He found you right where he left you.

 “Y/N, you do know that anyone who uses someone else’s bathroom always snoops through the medicine cabinet, right?”

 “Okay.”

 “Okay? Anyone can see that thing and anyone with half a brain will know what it is.”

 You snorted. “I don’t give a shit if anyone knows I use a vibrator. Hell, I have one stashed in just about every room in here. Never know when the urge will come and you gotta have a quick solution.”

 He cotched on the arm of the leather armchair diagonal from you and shook his head. As he watched you down the pills and water, he peeped some of it cascade down the front of your dress, drenching it. You sprang up gasping.

 “Fuck!”

 “It’s okay. It’s just water,” he appeased.

 “Cold.”

 Hearing that word, he leapt up. “I’ll get you something dry.”

 Without thinking, he beelined to the bathroom again and grabbed the robe behind the door. Before he made his way back, he took a beat and a few breaths. He had to get out of here—now. When he turned the corner back to you, there you stood in the path to the front door in your underwear.

 “Shit!”

 Instinctively his eyes wanted to roam your flesh, but he fought with everything in him to keep his eyes above her nose. If he thought this last season was hard, he would gladly take it again over this situation.

 “Don’t be silly Lewis, you can look.

 “No. Nope, I can’t.”

 “Wow, am I that ugly to you? Is my body so bad that you can’t look at me?”

 “What?!”

 For a second his eyes dipped lower to your collar, then right back to your eyes. “No, that’s not it.”

 “Then what?”

 “I just don’t want to cross a line.”

 “You won’t. It’s just like a bikini.”

 Another scoff escaped him. He couldn’t believe this. “It’s not. I’m gonna—uh—gonna go.”

 With that, he walked in a circle around you being careful to keep his head turned away from you while keeping a wide distance between you both. You didn’t move or make any attempts to stop him, and he was relieved. When he was a few steps to the door he heard the jingling of keys that stopped him in his tracks.

 “Forgetting something?”

 “God,” he muttered under his breath.

 This was not what he needed right now, a drunk, half naked, mischievous and bratty you holding on to his keys. You’d never give them back willingly.

 “Toss ‘em,” he said without turning around. He prayed you did what he asked, prayed you made this easy for him.

 “Come and get ‘em.”

 Dropping his head back, he sighed. He should have known. He’d seen plenty of signs you were probably a baby masochist so it shouldn’t have been out of character for you to enjoy inflicting pain on others. That part of you spoke to that part of him. Balling his fists, he gulped realizing his throat was drier than his exhaust pipe after a race.

 Just then he felt something drape over his head and your scent engulfed him. This Burberry was your signature scent. He’d come to associate you with it and whenever he smelled it you came to mind. When he pulled the item off his head, his gut clenched when he realized it was a sky-blue lace bra. The same sky-blue lace bra that he’d seen for the millisecond it took him to register your state of undress. In the same moment the realization hit him of how you stood there now. When he turned it felt like he’d ran face first into a brick wall. You stood there in only your tiny blue lacy underwear that looked closer to string. Fighting his eye muscles and brain, because they were clearly separate entities that had their own wants, he focused them on your face.

 “This isn’t a game--.”

 “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

 His eyes bugged then. “Fun? Y/N, this isn’t funny. You’re drunk.”

 “I’m still consenting,” you calmly replied before you took a step toward him.

 “You can’t consent, you’re drunk.”

 He watched you take yet another step to him and he swore he felt his body being pulled toward you like you and he were AB particles being attracted like magnets.

 “How about we leave the determinations of me being drunk up to me?”

 You took one more step.

 “I—consent.”

 You stood there looking him in the eye with not an ounce of fear or hesitation. This was the look of a woman who knew what she was saying. You may have been drunk but you were coherent. His head dropped down to look at the floor. It was the only safe place to look. Just as he was beginning to ask himself where any of this was coming from, you lifted your foot for another step.

 “Stop!”

 Now he was looking right at you and damn it his peripheral was took seconds too long to blur out your nakedness. you smirked.

 “Now that I have your full attention--.”

 You spun in a slow circle giving him a full view and boy did his eyes view. They took it all in. Fuck you were indescribably gorgeous. Every single inch of you was made to tease. The curve of your hips made his palms itch to grasp them. The hardened points of your nipples had his mouth watering. Tightening his fists, he swallowed and raised his eyes back to yours.

 You cocked your head to the side and frowned ever so slightly, “Still nothing. Huh. Okay.”

 You then hooked your thumbs into the waists of the string you wore and pulled them off.

 “Holy fuck,” he exclaimed as he snapped his head to the side.

 Seconds later, the garment slid to his feet and like the action of a machete hacking into the husk of a coconut to open it, his self-restraint took a major blow. He could feel the heaviness between his legs increasing with each passing moment.

 “Wh—what—why--,” he stuttered out unable to speak or think up a sentence.

 “I’m horny.”

 He knew his eyes were wider now. “You’re horny?”

 “And you’re here,” you finished.

 He could have laughed. You’d always been blunt and often liked to cut straight to the point. He loved that about you. No one had to guess or assume where they stood with you or what you were thinking at any given time. You freely let your thoughts and opinions out not caring how you were perceived. He respected that and it made you hella sexy.

 After a sigh, he spoke, “Y/N, it’s not a good idea.”

 “It’ll be fine. One night. One night where I do every nasty, filthy, kinky, slutty, thing you can think of to you and you do every single thing you want, doesn’t matter what to me. One night of no thoughts, no inhibitions, no shoulds, or shouldn’ts. Nothing but pure fucking and screaming.

 As he slowly registered your words while trying to not look over your naked body, he found it difficult to think. his body was rapidly reacting to your words.

 “And after?”

 “We move on.”

 You must have seen his brow arch. Your soft laughter filled the foyer. “Look, I’m under no delusions when it comes to you Lew. I see you and you see me. Neither of us have ever had to hide with one another.”

 You began your steps toward him again.

 “Take one more step and I can’t be held accountable for what happens next,” he warned, making sure every bit of seriousness came through in his voice. He could hear the strain of the words and knew you heard it too. You knew just how tightly wound he was right now. The wide smile on your face said it all.

 “Promise?”

 Long moments passed with the two of you just staring at each other. No more words were needed. It was either going down or not. You rested your hands on your hips poking one out accentuating those deadly curves and he lost the battle with his brain. His eyes slowly roamed your body taking in every single detail and inch. When his eyes stopped at the trove at the apex of your thighs his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. It was going down.

 ~~~~~~

 -Y/N-

  In seconds, both of you closed the space between you colliding your bodies and smashing your lips against each other’s. As soon as your nakedness brushed against the rough material of his clothing you groaned. Lewis’s moan evaporated on your lips as his tongue swirled with yours in a way that took your breath right from your lungs. Holy hell, the man could really kiss. The hunger rolling off of him matched yours and soon the foyer was filled with both of your eager moans.

 The warmth of Lewis’ hand on at your spine made you press more firmly against him, but you were met with more rough material. Groaning, you peeled off his leather jacket and allowed it to drop to the floor. Wasting no time, you moved to his button-down shirt and rapidly made your way through the buttons. Just when you thought you’d made it to skin you groaned finding a men’s undershirt.

 “Fuck, so many layers!”

Lewis snorted, pulled away and peeled the shirt over his head. The move was quick and smooth and a few moments later he’d captured your lips once again. He backed you to the nearest wall and pressed your back against it making you feel the definition of his chest and abs.

 “Mmmmm!”

 He tore his lips from yours and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. The goosebumps that littered your skin only intensified the desire you felt for him. This was new considering you’d never done anything like this throughout your entire friendship, but it felt like the easiest thing in the world. Your brain didn’t hesitate, neither did your body.

 “Oh, fuck,” you mewled once you felt Lewis’ lips latch onto your weak spot.

 No other words followed because the nip of his teeth sent sparks through you and directly to your sex. You grabbed at his waist and pulled him closer needing to feel more of him. Understanding what you needed, Lewis reached around you and grabbed onto your ass, squeezing while he pulled your flush against his hardening member. You whine, giving him the opening to press his lips to yours again.

 This kiss was more heated, than the last. This one spoke of urgency, desperation, excitement, need and ruin. Lewis flicked his tongue against yours fighting with it coaxing you to play and play you did. The carnal sounds that filled the room fueled you both. Feeling the heavy and racing thuds of his heart beating against your bodice, it blended with yours and now your hearts were pounding as one. Your need was his, his desperation was yours and the burning need you felt was one he also felt.

 It was so easy to get lost in the taste of his lips, of his mouth, his breath, so easy to stay here pressed on the wall with his hand squeezing your ass like it were a stress ball, but you needed too much. You bit his bottom lip hard but not hard enough to break skin. He groaned and thrusted his hips forward, spearing you and giving you a taste of what was in store for you.

 “You feel incredible,” Lewis mumbled.

 “Me?”

 Your hand dropped to the front of his pants and rubbed. He was bigger than you’d imagined, and you couldn’t wait to see. Lewis dropped his head back and you watched his jaw slack as he released a breathy sigh. Smirking, you leaned to his ear then licked along his neck.

 “The things I wanna do to you.”

 “Tell me.”

 “I wanna put my lips all over you, use my tongue to write my name, taste every single inch of—,” you paused and gripped him, “You.”

 Lewis growled and in the blink of an eye he’d hoisted you into his arms and took off for the steps leading to your bedroom. With your legs wrapped around his waist you teased his neck and ear testing if they were as sensitive to touch as yours were. Every few steps, Lewis stopped moving seemingly getting lost in your touch and not trusting himself to maneuver movement and immersion at once. Once you made it to your door, he pressed you against the wall beside it sending his clothed arousal against your moistening cove.

 Lewis grabbed your hands that were entangled at the nape of his neck then pressed them flat against the wall before he latched onto your neck again. As he teased you, whimper after whimper left you. Then when his lips found your breast. You fought against him needing to grip onto something. However, Lewis wasn’t having it. He laced his fingers with yours and kept them firmly against the wall.

 His tongue flicked across your nipple, waking up the bundle of nerves making it harden within seconds. You realized then that he controlled your hands, but you still had some control. Bucking your hips, you rubbed your sex against him using his material covered bulge to find some relief. Lewis groaned then ground his hips into you, giving you what you needed tenfold and sending you over the edge. You squeezed your legs tighter around him as you allowed the waves of pleasure to gently ebb you to a mini orgasm. This release didn’t relieve anything, it only made things worse.

 You could feel Lewis smiling against your breast and you knew then he’d done it on purpose.

 “Fuck, I can feel how wet that pussy is for me through my pants,” he teased.

 “Mmm, you should feel how wet it is for you.”

 Your eyes met and the devilish smirk he gave you said it all. He planned on wearing you the fuck out. Lewis pushed your bedroom door open and walked inside as you kissed him. Before you could get carried away, he tossed you onto your bed. After a few bounces you looked to him and took in the sight of him standing at the foot of your bed in just his pants. The waistband of his boxer-briefs was peeking through making the sight of his defined abs that more enticing.

 Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you tried to quell the urge to rush him and strip him bare.

 “You have on too much clothes.”

 Lewis’ eyes roamed over your body again and you decided to tease the fuck out of him. Laying back against your silk sheets, you spread your legs wide to show him the prize of the night. His groan echoed in the room. You peeked at him and saw you had his undivided attention. His eyes were glued to your sex as he rubbed his bearded chin.

 “Such a pretty pussy.”

 Slinking your hand lower, you used it to shield yourself from his view. The corner of his lips curled up almost as if he were snarling at you for the move. Oh, he was so easy to fuck with and you loved it.

 “Plan on getting as naked as me? Or do you need some help?”

 You watched him drop his hands to his pants and kept watching as he languidly unbuttoned them. Your patience was wearing thin by the time he’d unzipped. He knew how eager you were, and he was showing you that you weren’t the only one that could tease. When he finally pulled his pants down, he kept his underwear right where they were. After kicking them off, he fisted himself.

 Unable to stop yourself you swirled the tips of your fingers against your clit and immediately regretted it. You needed much more than this. You easily got lost in the pleasure you brought yourself and when you brought your attention back to Lewis, you found him stroking himself. In your haze you hadn’t realized he’d discarded his underwear and was now before you in all his glory.

 Your fingers stilled as you took him in. He was beautiful and hung beyond belief. Your mouth watered with anticipation. Pulling your hand back you watched his eyes follow your hand and when you looked at it you saw why. Your wetness coated your fingers making them glisten. Lewis closed his mouth over your fingers and sucked them clean moaning the entire time.

 When Lewis pulled back you zeroed in on your prize.

 “Mmm, a meal.”

 You slid yourself so it was your head that was facing him. But before you could crawl to him Lewis reached over and grabbed your ankle.

 “Not a chance.”

 He pulled you, spinning you right back around onto your back then lower on the bed. Your legs were spread before him again only this time he was much closer.

 “I get the first taste of the night.”

 He hovered over you sending the chain he wore dangling above you. When he dopped down to kiss your lips, it was a slow, teasing one that set to the tone for what you knew was to come. Lewis kissed a trail down your body, taking his time to lick, suck and nibble your nipples. When he got to your stomach, his teeth grazed your flesh riding the fine line of pleasure and pain.

 “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you princess.”

 It wasn’t a question. He spoke as if he knew. When you didn’t answer he bit harder right at your pelvis. The move sent your hips jerking up and your head angling back.  

 “Princess?”

 His eyes met yours and you nodded obediently. He kissed the spot he’d bitten then trailed his large hands down your thighs and legs until he’d lifted them to hook over his broad shoulders. Looking down at him in this position you arched up onto your elbows and realized you’d had it wrong before. This was how you were going to die. The man looked like he was meant to be kneeling between your thighs. As soon as the thought sparked, Lewis dipped down and placed a perfect kiss against your clit.

 The sound that came from you was closer to an inward breathy shriek than a gasp.

 “Mmm, I love how you react to me.” He placed another kiss this time increasing the suction of his lips. “I love the sounds that my touch brings out.” When he went to kiss a third time you found your clit being sucked into his mouth as he sent you to the moon.

 You clamped your thighs around his head, arched your back and allowed the bliss to take you. Lewis didn’t stop sucking though, he continued making every second that much more intense. When you finally came back to Earth, you took a deep gulp of air and loosened the grip your thighs had him in.

 “Mmm. That’ll be the only free orgasm you have tonight. You want more, you better earn them.”

 Your belly fluttered at the thought. Before you could speak, Lewis went to town licking, and swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. Every time you thought you’d die from overstimulation; he backed off and paid his attention to another part of your pussy. Going between flicking butterfly lite licks against your clit, sucking your flesh and dipping his tongue into your heat you were seeing stars and well on your way to another release.

 “You taste like every decadent dessert I’ve ever had.”

 As if to prove his point he slurped your flesh sending vibrations across your sex and muddling your brain in the same breath.

 “Mm, delicious!”

 “Are you?”

 Lewis cocked his head to the side, gave you the eye and smirked. “Are you up to sampling?”

 Unable to stop yourself, you licked your lips and nodded. He brought himself to a standing position at the end of the bed and stroked himself slowly. He was even harder than before. Slowly, you slinked toward him never taking your eyes off the prize. Truth be told you were slightly intimidated by the size of him. Not only was he lengthy, he was also girthy in a way that said you’d feel the ache of him for days to come. Anticipation rattled through your core, and you knew there was no way you’d be able to go slow and tease him.

 Lewis stood there proud with his hands at his side while his brilliant cock bobbed waiting for you. You tipped your tongue out and swirled it around the bulbous tip moaning when his taste seeped into your taste buds.

 “Mmm, cocoa, vanilla and—coconut. Mmmm.”

 You closed your mouth around him and lowered yourself until you felt him fill your throat. From the looks of things, you still had two or three more inches to go. Fuck, you were definitely going to feel him for days to come. You moaned around him and slowly shook your head nestling him tightly.

 “Fuuuuck!”

 His hands rested at the top of your head, but he didn’t do anything else. You remined still wanting to see how long it would take him. After only ten or so seconds his fingers flexed on your skull.

 “Come on princess. It won’t suck itself.”

 Pulling back, you slurped your way off his cock until you kissed the tip.

 “Mmm.”

 Locking eyes with him you lowered your mouth again but this time you took the remaining inches and gulped forcing your throat to relax. Lewis grunted then thrust forward sending the tip of your nose to his pubic bone.

 “Oh god!”

 That one motion set him off. He slowly withdrew from your mouth then thrust back in. Each time he did it he picked up his pace. Within moments he was steadily fucking your mouth and grunting the entire time.

 “This fucking mouth.”

 You moaned as he used your mouth and gave him everything in return. He withdrew you clamped your lips around his cock making retreat near impossible. Every time you did it his grip tightened, and his hips staggered. When he pushed forward you opened your throat and moved your tongue like a wave, so he felt the sensations along each inch. Your name fell from his lips over and over and within a few short minutes, your chin was covered with spit and pre-cum. There was no point in trying to be cute. That’s not what tonight was for.

 You pulled him from your mouth with a pop then beat your tongue with his length.

 “Mmm. You like this cock, don’t you?”

 You nodded before you sucked him back in and used your hands to pump his flesh as your mouth worked magic. You didn’t know what to imagine when thinking if he were a quiet fuck or a loud one, but you were happy to know he was the furthest thing from quiet. You were so turned on you couldn’t help but touch yourself. What you found should have been alarming. You were beyond wet; the slickness was now dripping down your inner thigh showcasing just how open he had you.

 Lewis grabbed your hand then held it up in front of him. “That greedy little pussy is screaming for attention huh. It’s begging to be fucked, right?”

 “Yes.”

 “You want this cock, Y/N? Does my dirty, nasty princess want this cock?”

 Lewis gripped the base of his cock and tapped it against your cheek.

 “Fuck yes!”

 “Go lie down at the headboard.”

 Your body thrummed with anxious energy hearing how comfortable he was ordering you around. You’d always sensed dom energy coming from him and it always had your mind running wild. Here and now, you were seeing those dom reflexes shine through. Once you were laid against the headboard, you watched as Lewis walked around your bed to the table beside it. He opened the bottom drawer and your breath caught. How’d he know which drawer to look?

 “Wow. What a collection,” he said as his eyes roamed over the toys you had there.

 There was a toy for every mood you found yourself in. Stimulation, penetration, teasing, or a challenge.

 “What mood are you in tonight, princess?”

 “The I want you and not a toy mood.”

 His smirk was cute.

 “I recall someone said any and everything I wanted to do to you, no matter what.”

 You smiled.

 “And right now, you want to inspect my toys.”

 “Right now, I want to choose the right one to watch as it drives you mad with you being unable to cum.”

 Your smile fell. He wouldn’t, you thought. Lewis picked the small and sleek pink vibrator and tested its settings. You knew just how powerful it was. You’d choose it on nights you didn’t have the patience to tease or prolong your pleasure, it was for when you needed to blast off fast. The look on Lewis’ face as he looked between you, and it said you’d given something away on your face.

 “Looks like we have a winner.”

 He closed the drawer and walked back around then climbed into the bed. As he stalked toward you, you truly felt like prey and again your belly fluttered with anticipation. The device buzzed to life on the lowest setting just as he circled it around your breast, slowly closing in to small circled until he was going around your nipple. It felt like a vibrating feather against your flesh, soft and tingly.

 As he moved to your other breast, he increased the setting. Your back arched slightly when he pressed the tip directly onto your nipple and his eyes were there drinking in your every reaction.

 “Mmm, I love your body, Y/N. You’re perfect.”

 He brought the toy down the center of your body in such a slow and teasing manner that your back arched off the bed and your fists balled the sheets. Biting your bottom lip, you watched as he brought it lower and lower until he rested it right atop your pubis, but he didn’t move after that. A frustrated huff came from your mouth and his smile said it was the desired reaction.

 “Something wrong princess?”

 “Yes, you’re a tease,” you whined.

 Lewis’s soft chuckle filled the room. “I thought that would be a good thing.”

 “Good thing my ass.”

 “Don’t you worry about that sinful ass; it’ll get what’s coming to it.”

 Because of the flare of arousal that filled your gut you lost control of your body for a moment and that moment sent your hips jutting up brushing your pussy against his chin.

 “Oh you can’t wait for it huh. God, you’re a dream.”

 Lewis slid his tongue along your seam from opening to clip then kissed it.

 “Lewis,” you whined.

 All right princess.”

 With that, he brought the toy to trace the outline of your lips a few times until you were a gasping mess. Every time you thought he’d just be easy and give you what you wanted, he passed the desired location and continued his teasing. You were so on edge you knew that once you got what you wanted that you’d cum. Maybe that’s what he wanted. After a few more laps around your pussy, Lewis finally placed the vibrator against your clit and the unexpectedness of it all nearly sent you into the ceiling.

 “Ahh!”

 In seconds, you felt your orgasm creeping up but just when you were about to claim it, Lewis pulled the toy away.

 “Lewis!”

 “I told you; you want more, you better earn ‘em.”

 Your groaned then reached down to finish the job yourself only to be met with a smack to the back of your hand.

 “Don’t touch what’s mine.”

 “Then own it.”

 His smirk was mischievous. “I always knew you were a snarky brat, knew you loved to talk back and challenge. It was cute before, now it’s amusing because you have no idea what’s in store for you the more you do it. I’m the type of man who will be the last to lose control. I guarantee I can hold out longer than you can, princess.”

 His voice was like pure unadulterated sex, sex in its most primal form. You wanted him badly but now you wanted to bring him to his knees even more. Angling onto your elbows, you brought your face close to his. Fighting to not get lost in his cognac eyes or the softness you knew of his lips, or his hypnotizing scent you remained focused.

 “Mmmm,” you seductively cajoled while rolling your eyes to the back of your head and biting your bottom lip.

 When your eyes landed back on his, you saw him glance down between your bodies. The moment he realized your hand had crept there and was showcasing every inch of your pretty pussy, his Adam’s apple bobbed just before his jaw clenched. He looked like a mesmerized man under a spell that he was unable to break.

 “Is she pretty?”

 “Bloody beautiful,” he croaked.

 “Don’t you want to feel her wrapped around you?”

 Again, his jaw clenched and again his throat moved.

 “You know I do.”

 You circled your finger around your opening then barely dipped the tip in. When you pulled back you brought that finger to his lips and painted them with your wetness. If he hadn’t looked like a predator before, right now he looked more frightful than an African lion in the plains.

 “Then stop teasing me and fuck me until I’m hoarse from screaming your name. Fuck me till I can’t wait or sit right for a week. Fuck me like it’s yours.” locking eyes with him you finished, “Fuck me like you hate me!”

 Lewis slowly licked his lips cleaning them of your juices and moaned. As he crept closer and closer you could only focus on his face and nothing else. His hands slowly snaked up your legs over your hips, across your torso and over your breasts before fanning out to go down your arms. Before you knew what he was doing he’d brought your arms above your head, pushed you back onto the bed, captured your wrists in one of his hands and pressed the vibrator on full speed right against your clit.

 Your body felt as if thirty thousand joules of electricity has been sent into you. You didn’t even realize you were screaming until you felt the burn in your throat. Though you tried to move, you were unable to thanks to Lewis’ thighs keeping yours spread wide. He had you completely at his mercy. Incoherent words and sounds fell from your lips as you torpedoed to your release.

 “Look at me.”

 As if he were the master and you the genie your eyes locked on his. “I own your orgasm. Without my permission you better not cum.”

 An unintelligible croak left you and you writhed trying to free yourself but also prevent yourself from cumming. It was an impossible task, one that you knew you were going to fail. From the looks on Lewis’ face, he also knew you were going to fail. Holding on as long as you could you tried to keep your release at bay. When your body began shaking from the sheer might it took, Lewis smirked as he took the vibrator away.

 “Fuck!”

 You were feral at this point, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were in a strange state that you hadn’t prepared yourself for. Lewis flipped you onto your stomach and when you felt the bed dip from his weight you crawled away to the headboard while peeping back at him. As if on a leash he followed until he was hovering over your back with his cock resting atop your ass. His lips took yours for a moment then dipped to your shoulder blade before licking a path along your spine. Feeling mischievous, you bounced your ass up and down giving him a mini show of your twerking skills. Lewis hissed and dropped heavy handed slaps across your backside giving his nonverbal seal of approval for every move you made.

 As you held onto the headboard you peeped back at him and the look on his face only made you wetter. If you didn’t feel him soon you were going to lose your mind. Lewis must have had the same thought because his eyes met yours and you easily read the question in them.

 Could he? Was it okay?

 You nodded and seconds later he’d slid the tip of his need into you. Your gasp was sharp and breathy and with every slow inch he fed you it became more of a high-pitched squawk. The tight grip he had on your hips was so near the point of pain it felt good. The slowness of how he filled you was both a blessing and curse. More than anything you wanted him to split you in two, but you also knew that you’d die if he did. It was a battle between present pleasure and future pain.  

“You’re so fucking tight,” Lewis pushed out.

 His voice was tight and constrained. You could hear the battling he was fighting with his own desire for the ultimate pleasure and not wanting to hurt you.

 “More,” you whined.

 It was the only word he needed. Lewis then snapped his hips forward sending every single inch of him inside of you. Again, you screamed and clenched around him as you marveled that you’d managed to take it all. Neither of you moved for a few long moments. Both of you were adjusting to this new facet of your relationship, this new realization that you both could have felt this incredible pleasure of your bodies fitting together perfectly a lot sooner. When that sentiment settled for him, you felt him pull out then grab the back of your neck. This was how you died, you thought to yourself.

 ~~~~~~~

 -Lewis-

Snapping his hips forward, using you as leveraged he pummeled into you forcefully. Your entire body shook while your head flung back to go forward. The glorious sound of your scream-whine filled his ears making his eyes flutter closed. Fuck you sounded so good. He’d never been affected by his partner’s sounds of pleasure quite like this before. Yeah it felt good to know he was putting it down and delivering the best dick down they’d had but with you—right now. Knowing that the pleasure you felt came from him did something to him. Knowing that you’d become this unbound sent him closer to the edge than he’d ever been.

 He'd almost cum at least a dozen times already and it was by the sheer grace of God that he’d managed to suppress it. It was like all his primal instincts took over with you. The need to dominate you until you submit to him and his desires. the need to pleasure you beyond measure. The need to abandon any and all ways that did not serve for pleasure, enjoyment and pure sin. As he thrust into you again, your colliding bodies clapped together filling the room with the sound he squeezed your hips trying to keep himself in check though the vice grip you had him in tempted him to just be reckless. Goddamn you were tight!

 “Yes, yes, yes!”

 The more you mewled for him, the more he wanted from you. Releasing your neck, he gripped the headboard where your hands were currently holding it and picked up his speed. He couldn’t believe how easily you’d adjusted to his size and was now drunk off of the way your body begged him to never stop what he was doing. On every retreat you gripped him not allowing him to withdraw more than a few inches. Then on every plunge you squeezed even tighter making him work to touch the very depths of your canal.

 “Oh god, right there Lewis. Yes!”

 “Does it feel good?”

 “So fucking good?”

 “Does this pussy want more, princess?”

 “Ye—yess!”

 With that consent he jackhammered into you getting lost in his own pleasure. You felt unbelievable, unreal even.

 “Y/N!”

 “Lewis! I’m gonna cum.”

 He pulled from your body with a growl then gripped the base of his cock. You were going to be the death of him. Never had he come quick, and you were trying to have it another way.

 “Flip over, let me see that creamy pussy.”

 You flipped over and spread your thighs showing him what a mess you were.

 “Aw, princess, you’re a mess.”

 He traced your trove with his cock smearing your shared wetness everywhere creating his own work of art atop the work of art that was you. Once he was coated again, he slapped your clit with his cock making your body jerk.

 “Mm.”

 “Does princess want this cock?”

 You nodded.

 “Tell me.”

 “Yes. I want it.”

 “How bad?”

 “More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

 He smiled then circled your opening. You gasped and from the look of you, he could tell you were holding your breath. Rather than going for it, he only slid his tip in losing himself in the way you stretched to accommodate him. Just when he felt you clench, he withdrew. Your frustrated groan echoed around you. You thought he was teasing you but really, he was just torturing himself at this point. He’d already become addicted to the feel of being inside of you, already become addicted to your moans, addicted to your smell, taste, and how your body obeyed every nonverbal command he had. He was practically a slave to you and how you crippled him so quickly. He repeated the action a few times and just when you began whining, he locked ayes with you.

 “Oh princess. You’ll never be the same once I’m done with you.”

 He impaled you instantly then ground his hips so you could feel every single way you’d made it impossible to have just one night with you. Your moans were loud, and he was convinced those who lived around you knew what was happening and was probably pressed against their windows trying to peep in. He didn’t care. He should have, but he didn’t. Matter of fact, he wanted them to hear you, he wanted them to know that you were being fucked so good that they were jealous cause they’d never even come close to an experience like this.

 Your breasts swung in front of him and there was no way he could resists from taking them into his mouth. As he licked, teased, and sucked, you hugged his head to your body digging your fingers into his hair.

 “So good, Y/N. So—fucking—good!”

 Peeling your hands from his head, he placed them on the headboard and covered them with his. You looked like an offering just for him, an offering he could do with as he pleased, and that thought was sending him. Again, he picked up the forced of how he thrust into you, and it send the headboard clattering against the wall creating your carnal playlist. Your moans and whimpers turned to screeches and loud grunts. He could tell you weren’t holding back anymore and when you put one of your ankles over his shoulder, he nearly lost his shit.

 “Fuck yeah!”

 Releasing your hands, he hoisted you a few inches into the air adding your other ankle to join the first then ravaged you without thought.

 “You take this cock so well princess. It was made to fill your sweet, tight pussy up.”

 Your moans blended, shouts competed, bodies rocked and dripped with sweat as both of you took the other to new heights, unfathomable heights.

 “I have to cum, can I cum?!”

 Reaching down he played with your clit then slipped his thumb just beneath you to the tight puckered flesh there. Your eyes widened but you didn’t stop him or pull away.

 “Oh such a nasty girl.”

 He’d found his match tonight and it filled him with much more than excitement. As he massaged you, your eyes fluttered closed and the way you clenched him became unbearable.

 “Cum for me princess. Cum all over this cock.”

  ~~~~~

-Y/N-

 The stars you saw were not of this galaxy. Hell, they were not of this universe. In this moment you saw the multiverse. You had to have because everything was so much more poignant, so much more astonishing. Your body convulsed, core clenched, toes curled, hands balled and back arched. No one else existed, it was just you and him and both of you were fucking your way through a whole ‘nother galaxy in a whole ‘nother universe seeing things none had seen before. It was such an otherworldly experience, one that you’d seek in every encounter after him for the rest of your life.

 Gradually, you came down and you should have felt pure nirvana but instead your body was to the point of combusting. You felt as if you’d never cum at all. You wanted more, so much more. When you were fully back inside your own body, the blaze you felt only made you buck against Lewis who was still thrusting away, fucking your through your release. The feel of being filled in more than one place shocked you. Your words came back to you then.

 Any and everything.

 You smiled then beckoned him closer. When he was right in front of you, you kissed him, swirling your tongue with his and teasing his lips. As he moaned against you, his thrusts slowed until he was barely rocking into you. Using his distraction, you used all your remaining strength and flipped him to his back in a seamless move. Lewis groaned as he looked up into your face.

 “Someone want control?”

 “No, someone wants to drive you mad.”

 “Oh, don’t worry princess, I’m already there.”

 In a tender move, he cupped your jaw then softly slid his thumb across your bottom lip. It would have stolen your breath if you weren’t already teetering on the edge of breathlessness. You rocked your hips his back and forth in a slow wave that had Lewis biting his bottom lip. Lazily you continued not wanting to give him too much and as you continued you watched his every reaction. The way his eyes struggled to focus on one thing. He went from your eyes to your lips then your breasts, your hips and where you were joined most intimately only to do it all again in no pattern at all. It was like he was overstimulated and couldn’t focus, or he was trying to distract himself so he didn’t cum.

 At that thought you almost laughed out loud. If he thought you were a terror before, he was going to be very disappointed to find your unruliness hadn’t even reached peak mass. Pressing your palms to his chest you leaned forward and used him as your anchor. Deliberately, you lifted yourself off of him allowing him to slip from your body inch by inch as you kept your eyes on his. With every inch Lewis’ mouth opened wider and wider. When you knew you had him right where you wanted him, you crashed right back down on him.

 “Fuck!”

 You did it again and again faster and faster until you were bouncing on top of him flicking your ass up and down. Lewis whimpered, moaned and panted out your name over and over as he gripped and slapped your ass. Feeding off his energy you tipped onto your feet and gave him the show of his life. His eyes were now glued to your core watching the way you fit so perfectly together and the longer he watched the more the fire within you blazed.

 “Gahdamn Y/N. Uuugh, this pussy.”

 He lifted his hips thrusting his cock into you as you dropped down on him.

 “Aaah!”

 Your entire body tensed as you clenched around him as you claimed yet another release.

 “Mmm, you look so beautiful when I make you cum.”

 He grunted and got a proper grip of your hips as he pistoned into you. It was your turn to hold on like you were riding a bucking bronco. One look at him told you he was gone and chasing something you’d claimed many times already. After a few minutes you overpowered him and stood over him. Lewis stared at you like you were a goddess, and he was ready to worship you any way you wished. It was an intoxicating thing. Turning your back to him you lowered yourself onto him yet again.

 “Aaaah, yessss. Such a greedy pussy. She takes all of me and begs for more.”

 “Then give it to her,” you sassed as you slowly flicked your backside up and down riding him. You could only imagine the view he was getting.

 “Bloody hell, Y/N!”

 You leaned forward then held onto his ankles and completely let go. You followed every innate instinct you had, every whim your body needed. It didn’t take long at all for you to feel the beginning of yet another orgasm. You rotated your ass in a circle as you twerked on him like you were following a beat. It was over then. Lewis let out a growl then you felt him moving underneath you until he was behind you. In seconds, you felt something tie around your writs securing them behind your back. You glanced at him over your shoulder, but you were met with the eyes of a predator.

 “Shit,” you panted out.

 Lewis ground his hips into you until you were at the brink of tears from the mix of pleasure and pain.

 “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

 “You wanted this right dirty girl?”

 Words escaped you, hell they were above you right now. Lewis gripped the back of your neck bringing your back to his chest and his lips at your ear. A deep groan escaped you when you felt him bit it.

 “You wanted me to lose control, right? Wanted to drive me mad, wanted to make me use you like a beautiful hole? What was it that you said—,”

 Lewis tilted your head backward so your eyes met his. The whole time he continued to burrow deeper and deeper into you making it impossible to breathe. You were so full.

 “Fuck,” you whined.

 “Close. I think it was, fuck me like you hate me was it?”

 You should have felt fear. You should have recanted and begged for mercy, should have tried to talk him down but you didn’t feel fear, nor did you do any of those things. Instead, you smiled then tipped your tongue to trace over his lips. Lewis sucked it into his mouth and gave you the most titillating kiss you’d ever had. Just when you were getting into the kiss, Lewis pulled back then snapped his hips forward making you break the kiss to gasp out.

 “Face down, ass up!”

 Obeying, you dropped down flattening your back and gave him a perfect arch.

 “Fucking hell, you’re killing me Y/N.”

 You rocked your ass from side to side while you winked at him. Your sassy act came to an abrupt end when Lewis slammed into you again with such force that your entire body went forward. If he wasn’t holding your hips, you probably would have toppled over. Burying your face in the silk sheets you screeched as he did it again and again and again. He didn’t wait for you to catch your breath, or wait for you to adjust, he continued giving you every single thing he had, and you took it all as you fell apart.

 “L—Le—Lewi—sss!”

 “Say it again!”

 “Lewis! Yes, fuck!”

 “Whose is it?”

 “Yours, all yours!”

 Just when you thought he would slow down he continued like a prized stallion with superior stamina. Your mind was completely blown and shattered. When your knees gave out, Lewis grabbed the material that was tied around your wrist and pulled you up so your back pressed into his chest again and drove into you as if he’d just started. He looked like an angel, talked like a seductor but by God did he fuck like an animal, and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough.

 “Mmm, give it to me baby!”

 Another growl echoed behind you just as Lewis slapped your backside and delivered a bruising thrust that had you seeing spots.

 “Mmm, yes! Yes. Give it to me motherfucker!”

 While holding you up with one hand he brought his other hand around to your clit and pinched just when he daggered you again.

 “Aaaah!”

 In an effort to silence you, Lewis covered your lips with his and drew in your screams of pleasure as he fucked you through another orgasm. Once it had run its course, Lewis brought his hand around to tease your rear and you moaned again. Slowly he sank one digit inside of you then another using your wetness to aid his fingers. The feel was foreign but not unwelcomed. You were so far gone the man could have brought in a friend to watch and you wouldn’t have cared.

 “Mine,” Lewis muttered.

 “Yours. Show me--you own it.”

 Just then he added a third finger and you whined from the stretch and feel of him filling you from both entrances.

 “Jesus., Y/N. How are you so perfect for me? How didn’t we know it’d be like this? How didn’t we do this sooner?”

 His lips pressed to your back as he slowly rocked into you making you shiver. He was right. You didn’t know how neither of you had ever guessed it would be like this between you. The sensations you were currently feeling made it so hard to think logically. Right now, you were tempted to open your mouth and say you wanted more than one night but you knew it was the pleasure that would be talking. The slowness he rocked into you coupled with the softness of his lips against your skin and his words put you in such a calm and comforting mood, but the way his fingers worked into you lit a whole new fire in you. It was one that you knew would become a blazing inferno that would scorch the two of you branding one another as the others.

 “Fuck, Lewis,” you mewled.

 “Yes princess.”

 “More.”

 “You’re ready for me?”

 You nodded then whined again when he pulled from your body.

 “So needy for me huh princess. Hungry for daddy’s cock?”

 “So hungry. Fuck me daddy.”

 You felt him slowly push forward sending the tip of his intrusion inside of you and it was then you fully grasped how big he really was.

 “Fuck!”

 Cool liquid dripped down you and you knew without looking that he’d taken advantage of the lube that was in your drawer. It definitely helped and when Lewis pushed further into you your back dipped.

 “Uuuuugh, you’re so tight.”

“Stretch me out baby.”

 “You really don’t wanna be able to sit or walk right for a week huh.”

 “Yolo.”

 Lewis snorted before he full on laughed. “No one says that anymore.”

 Another few inches followed and so did more lube and by the time he’d delved halfway in you were a panting mess. With steady moves, Lewis rocked into you taking his time savoring the sensations coursing through him.

 “Feels—feel—so—good,” he stuttered.

 Feeling brave you backed onto him taking most of him in. Glancing at him, you saw his eyes bugged and mouth dropped open.

 “Fuck me.”

 A lazy smile spread across his face before it settled into something mischievous. he kept his eyes on you as he withdrew and submerged himself again. The move sent your eyes to the back of your head as you bit your finger to keep quiet. You were so focused on trying to keep it down that when you felt the vibrator rest right where he was currently nestled you melted into the bed.

 “Oh god, Lewis I’m gonna cum.”

 “Wait for me princess.”

 He increased the speed on the vibrator and the feel of him plowing into you coupled with the vibrations there was no way you were going to last much longer. Lewis then brought his hand between your legs to flick your clit with his thumb.

 “Aaah, yes!”

 Your body moved without a thought backing into him, giving him as much as he was giving you. Your moans melded together as you both chased your release.

 “Lewis!”

 “Y/N!”

 You pressed your hand atop the one he had between your legs and used his hand to rub against yourself while you circled your backside heightening both of your pleasure.

 “Holy—you’re gonna make me cum.”

 “Cum for me daddy. Fill this ass up!”

 His grip tightened on you and his thrusts sped up and before long you both were screaming each other’s names as you both came together. You took every spurt he gifted you as a waterfall dripped down the inside of your thighs. Your bodies chose that moment to cave, and you fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs. The last thing you clearly registered was his lips pressing against your neck, your ear then your temple. Then it all went black.

  ~~~~~~~~

 -The Next Day-

When your eyes fluttered open the sun was beaming into your room lighting half of it up. Thankfully you remained in the dark. You realized within seconds that you weren’t alone, and it all came back to you. Lewis’ limbs were still tangled with yours and you were cocooned in his arms as he spooned you from behind. You sighed relishing the feeling of being enclosed in his arms. You felt safe, and calm like there was no need for anything else. You allowed yourself to savor the calm, savor the way this felt.

 When you made a move to get up, you dropped right back down as every single muscle, bone and crevice of your body screamed in protest. You opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out and that caused even more alarm. Taking the time to calm yourself, you tried to get a grip. It took longer than feasibly possible but you untangled yourself from Lewis, rolled off the bed then steadied yourself on your legs. You were sure you looked like a newborn fawn as it tried to stand for the first time.

 Your eyes fell to Lewis who looked so peaceful lying there among your lavender and pearl colored silk sheets. He looked angelic, not like a man who’d fucked you in every position, a man who’d been inside of every crevice of your body, a man who should make fucking his career rather than F1. A man who quite literally fucked you to sleep. That man from last night was a devilish seductor. This man in the morning was a sweet angel.

 When your eyes took in the skin that was on display it took your breath away. If his face was angelic his body was pure destruction. The tight muscles that he’d no doubt worked hard for made him look sexier than any statue you’d ever seen. Statues should be made of him. The urge to dip your hand underneath the sheet that was draped across his crotch was so strong that you had to dig your nails into your palm to stop yourself. Wobbling to your door, you walked out leaving him to his sleep.

 The trip downstairs was a slow one that you took one step at a time. Every move you made you felt everything you did the night before. You could still feel his hands sinking into your skin, his lips against your skin and his cock sliding in and out of you.

 “Jesus, Y/N.”

 You grabbed your robe off the floor and wrapped it around yourself as you beelined it to the kitchen. You needed sugar and caffeine. As you started the process of brewing the strongest cup of black tea, you’d ever had you dug out the cinnamon rolls from the freezer and popped them into the oven. Guessing you had maybe 5 or so minutes before the tea was ready you decided to fry up some vegan sausages. The salt would be a good balance for the sugar, both of which you needed to fully return to reality.

 Once the cinnamon rolls and sausages were done you plated them and hopped onto the counter with your large cup of tea. You took your time taking small sips allowing the caffeine to seep into your veins and bit by bit revitalize your senses and brain cells. As you fully awakened every memory came back to you. Every single sensation, every thought overwhelmed you. You almost laughed out loud when you recalled your overconfident proposal.

 “One night.”

 Shaking your head, you took a large gulp of tea ignoring the burn of your taste buds. As expected, it was an unforgettable night that had scratched every single itch you had. It was a night that left you so sated that you felt like you could run the 4 miles he always tried to drag you on. As you ate one of the cinnamon rolls, you scrolled through your messages. Finding 6 unread messages in the group chat you scrolled through.

 MSG Miles: Y.N, have you heard from Lew? No one can find him.

MSG Daniel: Lew’s not answering messages or calls. Anyone with him?

MSG Andrew: He took Y/N home last night. Nothing since. Y/N?

MSG Selah: You know Y/N don’t wake up before noon. Call Angela, his dad, his mom?

MSG Miles: None of them have seen him. His mom’s getting worried now.

MSG Bea: I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably asleep recovering from last night.

MSG Andrew: He’s not at home. Bed made and everything.

MSG Selah: Maybe he went to someone in the rotation.

 You went through a range of thoughts and emotions reading through the messages. The first was panic especially when Andrew threw out that he’d taken you home last night. That was all it took for anyone to put two and two together. Then the mention of things escalating to now his family worrying about him being MIA brought that panic higher. When you got to Selah’s message about his rotation you wanted to vomit.

 “Shut up, Y/N, that would be the logical thought.”

 It all fell to the side as you realized you were being paranoid. There would be no reason for any of them to ever suspect he was still with you or that last night you’d both gotten to know each other’s bodies better than ever.

 “Hey, good morning.”

 You screamed and flung your phone from fright. Thankfully Lewis caught it.

 “I’m sorry.”

 “Oh my god. You scared me half to death!”

 “I’m sorry,” he said again holding his hands out to show he wasn’t a threat.

 After a few centering breaths, you took him in standing in your kitchen in just his boxer-briefs. Fuck he looked good.

 “Eh-em, no worries I’m just not used to having anyone here--like this.”

 He nodded.

 “I get it.”

 Usually, any guests didn’t make it to the overnight stage. You’d have them out the door once you’d both caught your breath. Sleepovers were not a thing for you. It was a rule. Get it in, get them out, or get it in and you get the hell out. You didn’t like complications, or situations where one could misconstrue intentions. That all led to drama and problems, you hated both. You had enough of your own to add on someone’s hurt feelings.

 “Uh—tea, breakfast?”

 Lewis looked over the food on the kitchen island and nodded as he hopped onto it across from you. You couldn’t stop your eyes from roaming over his body and you couldn’t stop where those eyes landed once he’d settled—right between his legs.

 “Looks good.”

 You gasped which sent a small piece of the cinnamon roll you were eating down your through and that sent you into a coughing fit. Lewis hopped down to come around and pat your back. After a few moments, you took a large gulp of your tea dislodging the bread.

 “Are you good?”

 “Fine. Oh my god. What did you say?”

 “Looks good. The food.”

 You snorted then sighed. “Yep. I hope you savor these sausages I think this is the last vegan item in this house.”

 “I also see we’re back to obscene levels of sugar and processed food.”

 Your jaw dropped.

 “Hold the judgements. I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to shop and excuse me my body needed the sugar.

 “Why?”

 “Because I was all fucked out,” you blurted out before you could even think about it.

 Lewis studied you for a few seconds then scoffed as he hopped back onto the island. “You should be having electrolytes not sugar,” he mumbled.

 “Ehm, anyway, you should let the crew know you’re fine then call your parents and Angela.”

 “Why?”

 You handed him your phone so he could read the messages through.

 “Wow.”

 You watched him get ready to type and you lurched for your phone, but he pulled back.

 “What’re you doing?”

 “Telling them I’m good,” he explained.

 Your eyes bugged. “Not from my phone you’re not.”

 “Why?”

 You looked at him like he was insane. “Lewis you can’t reply as you from my phone. They’re going to know you’re here.”

 “Okay.”

 “No, they know I don’t allow people to stay over, that’s like announcing everything.”

 He paused and it looked like he’d finally gotten it.

 “So, I’m the first guy why’s stayed the night?”

 “Lewis you know that.”

 A slow smile spread across his face until he was full on grinning. He held out your phone to you then both of you ate in relative silence. Every few seconds your eyes met and lingered both wanting to say something but nothing coming out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel the super charged energy between you. It was mind altering. When you drained your cup Lewis tossed the rest of his sausage back onto the plate then wiped his hands. After, he hopped off the island and came closer to you. The way he looked at you gave you an idea what he wanted and though you shouldn’t have, you wanted the same thing.

 When he stopped in front of you, he grabbed your ankles and yanked you to the edge of the surface making the memory of the same move from last night come rushing back. Just like that you were ready for him and the aches in your body no longer mattered. You watched Lewis’s hand creep to your body and the ties of your robe that hung between you. He loosened the tie in such a painfully slow move. You knew he was doing it on purpose. He was giving you the time to say no, but he was also using it to prove to you that there was no way you’d say no. Angelic face, body for destruction--he was an angel of destruction.

 Your robe now hung open teasing him with the swells of your breasts. Lewis then used his fingers to part the material giving him the view of your body in early afternoon’s light. A soft sigh fell from his lips as he took in every bit of skin that was on display for him. He inched closer to your face prolonging your anticipation, increasing your desire for him. You had it right when you tagged him as a seductor. You inched in only for him to pull back. when he inched to you, you pulled back and the temperature in the kitchen skyrocketed.

 Both of you rushed the other crashing your lips together. You moaned on him as his hands slipped into your robe and pressed across the small of your back. You wrapped your legs around his back and moaned when you felt his arousal. Addiction was a real thing, and it was at this moment you realized he’d ruined you. He’d intentionally ruined you and he knew it. When his eyes met yours, it was clear he knew it before he’d even laid a finger on you.

 “One night,” he began as he peppered kisses along your neck. “And one afternoon,” he finished waiting for your reply.

 You were already ruined. Why the hell not. 

Colliding your lips with his, you took control of this kiss giving him all the consent and then some he come ever need. Lewis moaned and nibbled your bottom lip before he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the center of your body stopping to taste your nipples. By the time he sank down to his knees before you, he’d perched your feet onto the edge of the counter, so you were spread for him.

 “Worship her.”

 He smiled then buried his face between your legs. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you laid back across the slate countertop ready to receive and enjoy his devotion.

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 A/N: Wheeeew!

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[fushiglow]

Hello glow!!! Thank you for another lovely satosugu work! :)

I absolutely love how real and tangible your writing is - seeing them start with different states of being turned on and building together really paints such a lovely picture of what intimacy is without the expectation of a perfect start-stop :) 3 cheers to realistic sexual dynamics!

Also, I think that your link at the end of your post goes to Violent Delights instead - but maybe that's just an issue on my end!

Thank you so much for this lovely feedback (and the heads up about the link), I can't tell you how much your words cheered me on Friday! They came at a time I really needed to hear them so, if you don't mind, I'm going to use this ask as an opportunity to say a few things about my writing and why I do what I do — no obligation to respond!

Quite honestly, I have been feeling a little anxious about how I'm perceived as a writer recently. When Over the Threshold started gathering some steam in January, I only had five published works on AO3 posted over the course of six months. By the end of August, I'll have 18 published works for Jujutsu Kaisen, 16 of which will be complete. I have never been this productive in a fandom before!

A lot of the reason for that is because I'm finally learning how to work with my AuDHD brain. I love writing, I really do, and I'm constantly excited by the possibilities that reside within my brain. I have more ideas than I have time or hands to write them, but I want to explore as many of those ideas as possible. In the past, I would have forced myself to stick to the thing that I was "supposed" to write, rather than following the burst of inspiration and writing the thing that I "wanted" to write. To no one's surprise, that usually meant I ended up writing nothing at all.

I'm someone who seeks out challenges, and all the fics I've published in 2024 have been experimental in some way. Come Get Your Honey was a challenge in extended metaphor. Balance was a challenge in seamlessly blending two very different universes. Mailman AU was a challenge in format. Violent Delights was a challenge in pushing myself to new and uncomfortable places. Thunder was a challenge in encapsulating an entire world and history within a single motif without ever actually seeing that world and history.

I'm really proud of every single one of those works, as well as the speed I've written them at. I've published 92k words on AO3 already this year and written far more, so I feel like I can no longer justifiably call myself a slow writer. However, all the works mentioned above have artistic merit in the more traditional sense — i.e. they're not smut.

At the time of writing this, three of my five most recent works contain sexual content with varying degrees of explicitness, and it's hard to escape that pervasive (and flawed) idea that smut is "less serious" as a form of writing. Even writing smut in the first place has been a slow process of overcoming some of my own biases. However, sex is part of the spectrum of human experiences, and it's also deeply political. Whenever I explore it in my writing, you can be sure that I always have that at the forefront of my mind. That's why these works, too, have represented something new and challenging and exciting for me.

Discreet Delivery was the first piece containing explicit sexual content that I ever shared publicly and, with how rife top/bottom discourse is in this fandom (most of which is based on heteronormative ideals that I vehemently disagree with), I really wanted to make a statement straight out of the gate. I'm very proud of how I managed to weave a switch/vers narrative into a oneshot, and the feedback on it was wonderful.

Headroom, however, presented a very different kind of challenge. It was extremely difficult to write, because it doesn't follow the beats of a traditional sex scene. There's no satisfaction for Satoru nor for the readers, and that made it tricky to keep it engaging. I was also very nervous about showing a different side of these beloved AU characters and establishing a new dynamic between them while incorporating some of the broader themes from Over the Threshold.

Finally, Tell Me I'm Pretty was pure subversion, writing Suguru in particular in a way I've never seen before to challenge expectations about "roles" in sex. It meant I had no blueprint to work from, but I'm not interested in reproducing the same dynamics I've read a thousand times. However, that also means that I felt very anxious about how people would receive this fic — especially on GeGo Day.

The truth is, everything I write I write for myself first and foremost, but it's hard to keep sight of that when you're blessed with an engaged audience. This is a huge reason why updates to Over the Threshold take time. This fic is deeply important and deeply personal to me, but its growing popularity adds a pressure that I don't want to influence my writing. I feel a constant underlying need to outdo myself with every new fic and chapter I post, but that's unrealistic and unachievable.

Obviously, I want readers to enjoy what I write, but I know the moment I start writing for other people is the moment my writing suffers. That's the main reason why I'm reluctant to put anything behind a paywall, even if I feel frustrated with the way fanfics are casually consumed on the internet. Readers occasionally make demands of me without any respect for my time and effort and creative vision, and sometimes I look at what I've written and think, "Am I really going to give that away for free?". However, asking for anything beyond tips would change the game for me. Enjoying my writing is far more valuable to me, at least at this point in time.

All of this is to say: I really loved writing Tell Me I'm Pretty. I had a blast with it — until it came time to post, at which point I suddenly felt full of self-doubt. For you to appear in my inbox and tell me that you appreciated the realism of the intimacy in this fic? I couldn't have asked for anything more, thank you so much ♥️

TL;DR, I write for myself, but god, it's the best feeling in the world when readers resonate with my writing. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking the time to let me know. I love you all to the moon and back!

[youwontlikethisblog]

Just Aiden- An Introduction

Hi!

I've been hesitant to make a post about the book because I'm so scared I'll do it wrong. You know, I read all these post about how to have a social media presence as a writer and how you have to have this niche and blah blah blah, and I think to myself "What is my niche? How will I make these post to promote my writing and engage future readers?" and the reality is I often feel like my goals don't align with others so I fear making a fool out of myself but I'm currently re-writing Just Aiden, yes, the book I thought I was done writing and sent out to an editor/agent who ghosted me when I wasn't liking the book cover ideas they had sent me, amazing, right?

Truth be told, after about a year of being away from that "Would've been final version" edit, I'm so glad the editor ghosted me lol. It wasn't all that great. I focused too much on the character rather than the story itself and while my writing style is heavily character based, characters still have stories to tell.

I had a lot of reflecting on my writing and realizations of what I want as a writer during that year break that I feel more confident in my ability to write, judge, and know when to stop and all though I think I'll never be satisfied with the end result as I am so detail oriented, I can be content with whatever version I finally decide to publish.

Just Aiden is the story of a girl who didn't have the best upbringing and I know a lot of us are tired of reading stories about wounded and traumatized main characters and would really rather read a book of someone who has always seemingly not dealt with trauma; I wanted to have a go at the traumatized main character.

Has it been fun? Yes and No. Sometimes I wish I had a brick wall in front of me so I could slam my head against it.

Aiden Kyles was born out of my disdain of Main Characters with pale skin, auburn/blonde/bright red haired girls that burn at just the whisper of the sun, who are beautiful and skinny and don't know it, yet have every guy fawning over them. Of guys who are abusive, assault, and even at times r*pe the MC is an act of jealousy and show her just how much they love them because love makes them act crazy and being told that's okay because he cried and apologized and how secretly MC liked it.

Did I mention I have an infinite disdain and hatred filled relationship with this formula in writing?

God! The amount of books I read as a teen with characters just as those two mentioned above were too much! So many different authors, universes, names, cities, and characters and each single one was exactly the same. No matter the Genre I was reading, The MC was beautiful and she didn't know it, hell even if she was strong and fierce, she didn't know it, and even if she was confident and knew her worth, she still didn't know it. Always being told she was kind, selfless, warm, and special and yet all her actions always painted her in this selfish arrogant way while I was being force fed the idea she wasn't that at all.

My Aiden is confident, she knows how beautiful she is that it's as if her own beauty was a separate character. She's sharp and witty, manipulative, mean, arrogant, really only thinks about messing with people out of boredom and doesn't care for anyone but her best friend, who follows the classic Female Main Character formula, Roxanna.

Their duo works as an Anti-Hero and Hero type of friendship. You know, like Armando and Calderon type of beat, except instead of Betty and Armando telling the story it's Calderon telling it.

If you want to know more about this world I've created, stick along. I'll try to make updates about it at least once a week!

'Til next time :)

[media-geneous1]

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You can’t sell to everyone. Trying to market to everyone is the fastest way to get ignored. Dig deep and find out who your ideal customer is.

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More isn’t always better. You don’t need to be on every social media platform—just the ones where your audience hangs out.

Do your research. Find out where your target audience spends their time. Is it Instagram? LinkedIn? TikTok? Focus your efforts there.

Master one or two platforms. It’s better to be great at one or two platforms than mediocre at five.

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Content is king, but engagement is queen. You need content that grabs attention and keeps people coming back.

Mix up your content. Use a variety of formats: posts, videos, stories, polls, etc.

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Respond to comments and messages. It’s simple: engage with people who engage with you. Answer questions, thank them for their support, and be a part of the conversation.

Start conversations. Ask questions, create polls, and encourage your audience to share their opinions. The more they engage, the more visible your content becomes.

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What gets measured gets improved. You can’t just set it and forget it. Regularly check in to see how your strategy is performing.

Use analytics tools. Track metrics like engagement, reach, and conversions. Platforms like Facebook and Instagram have built-in analytics, but you can also use third-party tools for deeper insights.

Adjust as needed. If something’s not working, don’t be afraid to pivot. Test different content types, posting times, and strategies until you find what clicks.

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Sometimes organic reach isn’t enough. Paid ads can give you that extra push, especially if you’re just starting out.

Set a budget. Start small and scale up once you see what works.

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Creating a social media marketing strategy is like building a house—you need a solid foundation to support everything else. Set your goals, know your audience, and be consistent with your content. Engage with your followers, keep an eye on your analytics, and don’t be afraid to tweak your approach when necessary.

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[countlessrealities]

My Little Pony crap. Now, that's a new one.

Rick rolls his eyes as he half listens to the two mutants' babbling. He really shouldn't be surprised, considering that the comment is coming from the same guys who have just gotten their asses handed to them and who are now talking about roasting him on a stick. If someone is ending up cooked, it's the boar.

Under other circumstances he might have inserted himself in the conversation and beat them up verbally too, but he can't really be bothered. Even for someone as petty and childish as he can be there are things that are just too easy. There would be no pleasure in engaging a debate with someone who didn't understand half of the stuff he said.

So, he merely ends up tuning the chattering out, not before having turned on one of the small microphones his lab coat was equipped with. As random and weird their way of talking was, the two were still dropping bits of potentially useful information, and he didn't want to lose it when it might have come in handy.

The moment the trio appears in sight, Morty spots them. After the extenuating walk he and and Krang had shared, more because of the constant arguing than for the walking in itself, he has been content to retreat a few steps away and let the alien argue with the ninja guy they have run into by the entrance of the cave. From what he has gathered, the man is supposed to be Krang's second-in-command, even if the two don't seem to share too much respect for each other.

Not that the boy cares. The more focused the two are on each other, the less attention they pay to him. And he also gets to ogle the guy's cool armour in peace.

Being called a "pubescent corncob" doesn't exactly make Morty happy, but less than a minute later Rick and the two...aliens? animals...who are with him make their appearance and everything is forgotten. Shredder hardly has the time to ask his question before the boy is dashing away to meet the newcomers halfway.

"O-Oh geez, Rick, I-I told you that splitting up wasn't a good idea!" The teen instantly claims, but his tone is more relieved than angry. He has been handling himself well enough, but he was still feeling a little out of his depth, especially after they joined the master ninja. "I-I didn't know...K-Krang, uh, the brain said that..."

"Y-Yeah, yeah, shut it, Morty," Rick cuts him off, waving a dismissive hand. "I-I got all the story from those two." He points Bebop and Rocksteady with his thumb. "B-Big ass alien fortress, w-with a big ass portal system, b-but they ran out of juice an-and are stuck...w-whatever. W-We help them fix their shit, t-they hand over some of the 'fluid' o-or a lift back to our dimension."

Morty glares a little at that, but he still nods his head in confirmation. All considered, it's a good thing that his grandfather already knows everything. He would have hated having Krang jumping in every five seconds while he tried to explain the whole ordeal.

So, he lets the scientist brush past him and turns to have a better look at the two mutants instead.

"Uh...Hi? S-So, who's Bebop an-and who's Rocksteady?" He asks awkwardly with a forced chuckle. They might be big and and not exactly good-looking, but they seem more approachable than Krang and Shredder. "I-I'm Morty an-and Rick is...I-I'm with him. Yeah...N-Nice to meet you?"

In the meanwhile, Rick has joined the bickering duo, brows raised as he glanced from one to the other, as if he couldn't decide who is the most ridiculous.

"D-Damn, aren't capes a little overdone?" Is the first thing he eventually asks, deciding to address Shredder. "Y-You're lucky it looks hot on you o-or I'd be laughing in your face."

He can't tell what the guy looks like, with most of his face covered by that stupid mask, but if the curve of the metal is to be taken as a clue, that Shredder must have one hell of a fine jaw.

"S-So, you're the boss here, Metal Face? S-Since those are your mutants and all..." He glances over his shoulder, towards the other trio. Of course he knows that the other human isn't the one in charge, or well, he shouldn't be, but no way he's wasting such a good chance to get under his new forced companions' skin.

"L-Little word of advice. M-Maybe next time you choose to...mutate someone or-or whatever, check their IQ first."

{ @technodromes }

[ 🎸 ] What the 'Back to the Future'-looking guy says, does make sense, even to these bean-brains. Even though Rocksteady clearly isn't a big fan of him and the insults thrown their ways. The rhino mutant snorts, and there's clearly anger behind it. But Bebop puts a hand on his pal's shoulder. "Easy Rock. If grampster can really help us get outta this shit-show, we should let him have half of that messed-up 'My Little Pony' crap, yeah? No big deal." Not like he's the one to decide that, but the actual protest would follow later.

"Once we're back in New York, we knock back a beer! An' if he screws with us, we just- beat him up an' gonna roast him on a stick or something!" That would be a whole different can of worms, of course. But either way, Rocksteady seems to like the sound of that and lightens up again.

"Okay fine. Let's find that crap and get the Technoball rollin' again." He then lowers his voice and shuffles closer to Bebop. "But if we ain't finding the juice, Beedeedledee? I ain't the one dealing with this Sub-guy when we get back without the others. He's intense." Bebop shrugs first before he whispers back. "Eh. We just let gramps deal with him. Come on now dude, we can't stand around here an' keep whispering like two schoolgirls."

The unlikely trio then heads off. And while Rick has to endure a lot of stupid yacking from the mutants along the way, he also learns a fair deal about the Technodrome's crew. Krang, Shredder and Subprime, though it appears they don't seem to know much about the latter. It becomes also evident that their loyalty lies mostly with Shredder, though they also mention a 'Karai' a few times. They also bring up that everything is a lot different since they used these magic sticks from that horned guy. Needless to say, they are open books. But it's such a barrage of random, oddly described information that it is like deciphering a riddle without any further content being given.

Rick, who ignores most of their incoherent pointless rambling by now to focus on his scanner, leads the three eventually to the entrance of a cave. And they wouldn't be the only ones to arrive there...

"A bunch of incompetent cretins, that's what YOU and your mutants are, Shhhredderrr!" Krang's mood has not much improved since his run-in with Morty. In fact, he was constantly bickering and arguing with the teenager on their way to make sure he has the last word in all of their little conversations. Shredder isn't going to have any of that.

"Yet I found this cave before you, Krang. While you wasted time dragging a pubescent corncob around." Krang burbles and croaks angrily, uttering insults in his native tongue before actually managing to talk English again. "But you lost Bebop and Rocksteady! We need these blathering idiots to carry the energy SOURCE to the Technodrome!" He ends his sentence with an inhuman croaking noise that forced its way out of him as so often.

Shredder shrugs, arms still tightly crossed. While Krang is facing towards the cave, the Ninja Master actually sees the mutants coming their way already. And like in Krang's case, they accompany someone he doesn't know. "Oh look, speak of the devil. They are here now. And is that the guy you talked about, kid?"

[mirkwoodmunson]

eat your lunch

eddie munson x f!y/n

815 words

eddie has a hard time calming down when he’s in one of his loud-mouthed moods, until you cram some food in his mouth for some peace and quiet.

contains: fluff, goofs, hellfire club, established relationship, jason carver, chrissy cunningham, pre-s4 tw: cursing, food mention/eating/forced eating but in a lighthearted way, playful hitting a/n: very short lil thang completely inspired by this post that i love and have been thinking about all day i love it so much i love goofy eddie. nate is just a random name for the one hellfire member they decided not to name for whatever reason :/ disc: i do not give permission to share my content outside of tumblr; please reblog and do not repost; my content (even sfw) is not meant for minors; i am not responsible for the media you consume online

Jesus fucking Christ he was really on one today.

Lucky for you all you were desensitized to it, half the school’s eyes drawn to the Hellfire club, drawn to the nerdy metalhead strutting proudly along the tabletop, giving his performance of the day. One of many, actually. Earlier in the hallway with you he had raised his arms to the ceiling, tipped his head back, and bellowed,

“FELLOWS OF THE HALLWAY!! PLEASE PART YOURSELVES — AS THE RED SEA PARTED BEFORE MOSES — FOR THIS GORGEOUS CREATURE IS ABOUT TO GRACE YOUR PRESENCE AND MUST PASS!! DO NOT LOOK UPON HER!! THOSE UNWORTHY SHALL BURST INTO FLAAAAME~!!”

Again, you were used to it. Before, when you were very first subjected to this type of torment, you would’ve been beating his arm and hiding your face, hissing at him to knock it off.

Now you just, roll your eyes. The crowd does part — mainly due to the weirdo screeching at them — but you reach up and grab one of Ed’s hands and drag him along behind you while his free arm still praises the heavens.

“SHE BLESSES ME WITH HER HEALING TOUCH!! I AM CLEANSED, I TELL YOU, CLEANSED!!”

Now, at lunch, you all munched and engaged in idle chatter amongst yourselves, having to raise your voices every now and then when Eddie got particularly loud. Dustin slides you half of a Cosmic Brownie, and you slide him back a single Twinkie like it’s a high-stakes deal going down — Lucas nudging his arm for half of that. Mike scribbles out a letter to Eleven. Gareth drums pencils on the edge of the table while Jeff and Nate grunt, engaged in an arm wrestling competition — which Eddie steps over every time he makes a lap.

“Dusty, honey, chew your food,” you comment softly as Eddie breezes between the two of you, brow puckered, as the boy practically swallows the Twinkie whole, Lucas groaning in defeat as he misses out on a taste of the golden treat.

“—buncha ball-bouncing pretty boys with sticks up your butts!!” Eddie exclaims as he addresses the table of jocks. That’s where you groan, eyes sliding shut as a chip drops from between your fingers. The others have tight lips, now shifting their eyes down, as Jason Carver meets Eddie’s challenge.

“Don’t think I asked, freak!” The blonde boy spits, standing from his table where Chrissy Cunningham attempts to pull him back down.

“Oh jeeeeeze,” Dustin groans, sinking down in his seat.

Sure, it was all fun and games and business as usual when Eddie was just, talking. Just loudly speaking his mind about whatever was bothering him about society that day. But when he got Jason riled up too, the fun quickly got sucked out of it, and things would get heated rather quickly. You notice Lucas giving you a look that says ‘please make him stop’ but you hold up your hands, snorting.

“Hey, that’s like waking someone up from sleepwalking. He might go feral.”

“He is feral!” Mike drops his pencil, unable to even try to continue concentrating as Eddie’s and Jason’s voices get louder and louder.

You all look over at the sound of impact, Eddie hopping down heavily from the table and immediately he and Jason getting into each other’s faces, Chrissy still trying to tug Jason’s arm. You make eye contact with her, and she rolls her head in exasperation, her look deeply apologetic. You nod at her and then stand up, grabbing Eddie by the scruff of his t-shirt.

He doesn’t protest, or pull or turn away, instead following your tugging with backwards steps as he jabs a finger in Jason’s direction, their words still heated but it seemed like they were starting to run out of fuel.

“Pansy-ass ball-jockey!!” Eddie throws a final insult as you toss him into his chair, slapping down his pointing hand as you drop back into your own. Chrissy settles her partner as well, keeping him turned away and getting him calmed down.

“Oookay okay okay,” you coo, picking up a handful of pretzel bits and stuffing them into Eddie’s mouth, holding the back of his head. He grumbles as he chews them, grumpy and agitated but starting to calm down as you practically mother him into returning to a docile state.

“Theeere ya go,” you coo again, more mockingly as you grin, satisfied with his silence. You pick up half your sandwich, gesturing to Eddie,

“Now shut up n’ eat your lunch, Munson. Wind-down time.”

The others at the table give you approving nods, grinning over the antics between their friends.

He sighs heavily and crosses his arms, chewing and grumbling still, but much calmer now. Whenever he throws a dirty glance at the jocks you simply hold up more food to him, smiling when he visibly softens every time and lets you feed him.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

alphabet boy II

SYNOPSIS: college AU. Armin, your brilliant tutor, invites you over to his house for some studying. Naturally, you're nervous and he seems to be giving you a reason to be.

PAIRING: SCUMBAG!Tutor Armin x FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: half edited, noncon/dubcon, fingering, non-penetrative sexual content. gaslighting, manipulating,

A/N: really need the motivation to write again and I've been slacking on my multi-parters so here's a somewhat highly anticipated one. Armin fuckers, this is for you. non-Armin fuckers, I hope this converts you

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

II. I.

“You’re not paying attention.”

You feel his voice right by the shell of your ear, and the proximity nearly makes you reel back in surprise but you manage to catch yourself.

“S-sorry” You apologize, wishing you didn’t stutter.

The thing is you’re just really out of your element. This is the first time you’ve been to Armin’s house for personal tutoring, and it was hard to focus on the material when his presence was so distracting.

It wasn’t like you were fantasizing about him or anything [well…]-you always tried to banish those thoughts as soon as it came. But still, being alone with an attractive boy with a disarming charm was causing some jitters. You felt like a shy middle schooler, on edge and jittery.

The last tutoring session in the library when he [basically] called you stupid plagued your mind. The memory of him feeling up your thighs lived in your head rent-free.

“Let’s take a break.” He sighs. Your heart drops at the noise of disappointment but you suppose it’s what you deserve.

You push your laptop lightly aside on the table, the bleak light straining your eyes, and ask for the bathroom. You just wanted to freshen up and be alone for a few seconds. The bathroom is meticulously clean, something even you knew was unexpected for a boy. You looked at yourself through the spotless mirror, scrutinizing every flaw.

You sigh, fiddling with your dress collar. Why you had tried dressing pretty for a boy so out of your league, he may as well be in Mars--you didn’t know.

When you return, there is a tall glass of lemonade waiting for you.

“Thought you might be thirsty.”

It’s a simple gesture that makes you blush so you thank him earnestly. Like the gentleman he is, he assures you it’s no problem. Not wanting to prolong the awkward silence, you compliment his apartment, “This is a really nice place. So much light and space.”

You’re babbling but he engages you regardless, and you two are mindlessly discussing the benefits of living at off-campus housing over dorming. His words are pleasant but there’s a sinking feeling within you as you notice he’s bored. Or maybe distracted was a better word.

“So, do you have a boyfriend? Or anyone you’re seeing?”

You nearly choke at the question uttered through a buttery voice.

“Oh um, not really.”

“Not really?”

You made a mental note to answer in definitives. Armin seemed the type to snuff out anything he reasoned as half-truths.

“No. I uh, don’t have a boyfriend.” And then you clarified a pin-drop later, “And I’m not seeing anyone either.”

The blond hums a playful tune that’s vaguely nostalgic.

“Have you ever had a boyfriend?”

You don’t understand the point of this line of incessant questioning, and can’t calm your heart rate.

“I-um, I don’t-“

Taking one look at your serious face, eyes rimmed with worry and cheeks pink, he laughs. It’s a startling sound like bell chimes.

“Relax. I just wanted to know if you had any experience.”

The sentence flies out of your mouth before you can even ponder it: “What do you mean by experience?”

It’s not his fault if he can’t hide the feral grin that crosses his mouth right at that moment. You can’t discern his expression as you’re staring at anywhere but him, so you don’t notice the uncontained excitement that glimmers in cerulean eyes.

“Let’s move to the couch. You’ll be more comfortable there.”

You think about saying that you’re fine wherever you are and didn’t really feel like changing positions, but he’s already striding towards the couch. So you start packing up the materials, before a clear voice calls out to you, “It’s okay. You don’t have to bring all that. Just bring your flashcards.”

You hoped that wouldn’t mean he’d quiz you, but that’s exactly what he meant to do.

“Law of diminishing returns.”

“Wait! I know that one!” You brightly exclaimed, “ Uhh..it gives way to the catch-up effect which means poor countries tend to grow more rapidly and they’ll one day essentially catch up with wealthier economies.”

The blond ran his hand through his hair before sighing. You could feel your heart drop. You were sure you were right. Was your answer wrong enough to cause exasperation?

“Stick with the formal definition next time. I didn’t ask for the theory based on the law.”

You pouted, and Armin couldn’t help but relish in how eagerly you sought his approval, like a puppy performing tricks to appease their master.

“You should sit closer. Can you even see the word?”

You moved closer to him, knees knocking into each other. He looks down at the completed set.

“Well, you didn’t do as bad as I expected.” Ouch. But maybe he meant it as a compliment?

“But,” the corners of his mouth curled, “I’d say you’re still struggling.” Never mind.

“T-this is a new chapter though. I don’t think we’ve even gone over it in class.”

Blue eyes narrow, and you wonder if he’s going to give the well-meaning spiel about how staying ahead was the only way to keep up. That mantra may work for someone with high ambitions and an extremely good work ethic but you were no well-oiled machine. You had other classes too!

“Why are you so defensive?”

Your eyes widen in surprise at the question, spoken so softly and casually, you almost miss the disdained lilt.

“Oh uh-“

“Listen to me. I quizzed you so I’m able to assert your skill level. And your response to my assertion is that it’s something you haven’t gone over in class yet. Do those things relate to each other at all?”

Meekly, you shift your attention to the rug.

“Answer me.”

“N-no”, you squeaked.

“And what have I always told you? The only way to keep up is to-“

“Stay ahead.” You finished, “I’m sorry, I just-“

“Did I say you could interrupt me?”

You could feel the blood rushing to your ears, unsure when the atmosphere had shifted. Your heartbeat was beating rapidly and you could feel your body go warm.

He sighed, and placed a hand over over your folded ones, squeezing your palms.

“You know I’m just looking out for you right? It almost feels like you don’t care-“

“No!” You exclaim, “I-I do.” Heat pools into your cheeks once you realize your grave mistake, “I-I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

The blond smiles radiantly and it nearly melts away all of your worries…until he opens his mouth to deliver another damning remark.

“You know, with your looks…you don’t really even have to graduate. Maybe choose an easy major and then get some rich husband to take care of you.” There’s a distinct lack of humor in his tone as if he wholeheartedly believed every word he was saying.

Your eyebrows furrow in blatant confusion, and in the back of your mind, danger signs are flashing at the back of your head. Your thighs are growing warmer. Oh no, this could not be happening right now.

“That’s what most girls’ dreams are anyways.” He inspects his spotless nails, “You chose this class because Ackerman’s attractive right? That’s why his class has such a high drop rate…silly girls join, not understanding how harsh of a grader he is.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself but the next inflammatory remark he spews almost sends you to shock, “Though I bet, if you got on your knees for him, you’d be getting an A on those finals.” He laughs as if he was saying something particularly amusing, an undercurrent of spite coloring his words, “You wouldn’t even need me as your tutor.”

There are a million things on the tip of your tongue but no voice to speak them out. You want to ask him why he’s been so weirdly invasive, what his weird hang-up with professor Ackerman was, and of course, the casual sexism was really throwing you in a loop. Still, you have no doubt Armin could beat you to a bloody pulp several times over in a verbal lashing, and your mind was too fragile to deal with this.

You’ll sign up for a new tutor or better yet no tutor. You’ll get over your social anxiety and join a study group. You’ll go to all of Professor Ackerman’s office hours. Anything had to be better than this. You’re giving yourself this pep talk in your head but there’s no denying that your legs feel warm, and the self-improvement speech is withering away in your mind as it seeks to instead process how Armin fucking Arltert is touching you right now.

He pins you against the cushions, one hand locking both of your wrists. You’re shaking but your pupils are blown out wide.

He smirks, “There’s an excellent stress reliever for studying you know.”

You limp in his hold but the cocky attitude behind his words brings you back. You thrash under him, earning an annoyed growl from the blond.

“I’ve been so fucking patient with you, you know? Planning out your study guides, sharing my notes with you, proofreading homework, going over the mock exams—don’t you think I deserve a little compensation?”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He's right. He's right. Armin actually has done so much for you. Maybe it was too easy to take for granted because of how efficient he was, and how he acted like it was nothing. But right now, nothing really was everything.

He smiles. Yeah, this is who you were. Add just a little bit of pressure and you crumble. That flash of bravery from before was nothing but a petulant outburst from a child who didn’t know any better.

Armin coos, “Isn’t it a little embarrassing to be a virgin at your age?”

With unbridled precision, while he’s still holding your lower body down with the weight of his legs, he unbuckles his belt and ties it around your strained wrists. Red fills your face, and like always, you’re struggling to find the right words to respond. To say anything at all. Most of all, you can feel a wetness building at your core.

“I know the way you look at me, you know.” He kisses the dip of your neck, slender fingers splayed from under your shirt, “I know you’re into this.”

And because he is a scientist who must have evidence to back up his hypothesis, his hands find themselves under the waistband of your floral skirt that you foolishly wore, pushing the cure pastel underwear aside. You’re writhing in his grasp but maybe not as much as you should be, but it’s not your fault your movements are sluggish right?

“You have such a funny habit of not deleting your windows and keeping your bookmarks open.”

You freeze.

“This entire time I thought you were some prudish virgin even though you dress like a whore. Someone with who I had to be gentle. But all that fucking porn you read? Nasty. Is that why you need help in this class?” He punctuates slowly, "Because you're wasting your brain for something else?"

Immediately, you remember how you left your laptop on the table. You remember how many times he used your computer to double-check the notes, and you trustingly let him, forgetting that despite deleting your tabs, the hidden windows of steamy erotica were not yet erased out of their existence. Embarrassment violently paints your body.

He doesn’t wait or care for your response as he starts a vigorous assault on your clit with his slender finger, rubbing up and down in a vicious manner. The second finger prods at your entrance, feeling a tight cavern despite the amount of slick collected. Your eyes roll back in pleasure-is this what being with someone is like?

Stop. Get a hold of yourself. Why are you so fucking horny right now? It doesn’t matter what Armin said about you or how he called you out for the fiction you’ve read, because this is real life. But Christ, it’s Armin, the boy you’ve had a crush on since the moment he explained to you what a marginal abasement curve was. Stupidly handsome Armin with a gentle voice and too-blue oceanic eyes. Stupidly handsome Armin who coerced you into being under him.

You’re so fucking warm and tight, and Armin can’t wait to sink himself inside of you, can’t wait to humiliate you further. With nimble fingers he untied the ribbons of your dress like you were a Christmas present, groping your soft mounds and marking up your collarbone with teeth and tongue. Crystalline tears roll down the side of your face. You really shouldn’t be crying when you’re this wet.

“So fucking funny how you can’t look at me in the eye when we have a conversation but you read the filthiest fucking smut I’ve ever seen.”

taglist: @candy-hime

[xpeachesncream]

lowkey (jjk) | 02.

⦿ boo’d up in the daytime

⦿ mackin’ & hangin’ in the nighttime

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summary: in order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, jeon jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the ways of dating.

pairing: popular!reader x nerd!jjk

genre: college au, fake dating au, friends (with benefits?) to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.2k

warnings: cussing, implied sexual content/mature language, kissy-kissy koo, mentions of a boner, mention of sex and cum, seokjin’s still toxic

note: posting this chapter a little early since it’s butter weekend, plus the last part of liquid courage should be up sat/sun. still sticking to my schedule in my faq though, srry loves! i’ll do my best to update as soon as i can. 💗

tags: @taegularities​ @jimidol​ @miinoongi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @ggukkieland​ @unicornbabylover​ @thebeebi​ @preciouschimine​ @ladyartemesia​ @moonchild1​ @jikookiekosmos​ @marcoazz2​ @kootaes​ @wearenot7withu​ @codeinebelle​ @bigbootyjoonie​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @maichiverse​ @ppeachyttae​ @fairysunooo​ @secretlycrazyhummingbird​ @yukiehyukie​

"I heard you were in an accident last night, babe. Are you okay? I'm so sorry I got mad at you yesterday." Seokjin comes towards you, cupping your face to look at every inch, every detail. You move away from his hold, backing up to give yourself some space.

"Seokjin, I told you to stop calling me that. Jesus. I'm fine. Don't need you to check up on me."

"Are you really gonna keep that up? I said I was sorry."

"Okay, and? I heard you."

"Really, that's it? Y/N, why are you being like this? What's the real reason?" He follows after you as you make your way to the library. To say Seokjin was persistent is an understatement— he was persistent for the wrong reasons. Like, keeping you close so he had you to fall on when things went wrong with another chick, his safety net.

"Because this is done, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I'm tired of you doing this so, please. Just go." You slightly turn towards him as you climb up the stairs.

"I wanna work this out with you. Don't push me away. Let me help." You don't respond. He watches as you adjust your bag strap and wave at Jungkook. Seokjin chuckles and grabs your wrist gently, making Jungkook suddenly hop on defense as he balls his fists. Like he could do shit. Seokjin would probably wreck his ass with those broad shoulders.

Still. He hated how much of an asshole he was to you.

"Wait, what the fuck?" Seokjin laughs his rare, deep laugh that he uses when he's caught off guard. "You're hanging out with nerds, now?"

"And if I was, that would be none of your business." You snatch your arm away while glaring at him. You shake your head and continue walking towards Jungkook, relieved Seokjin finally left you alone today. Probably off to tell Namjoon, Yoongi and his friends how much of a bitch you've been and that you actually left him to hang out with a nerd.

Sunmi knows you're being tutored. However if that wasn't the case, she would question you, but she never take their side on shit. She remained loyal to you, and always supported you through whatever. That's why she's remained your bestfriend until this day. The senior chicks Seokjin and them hung around with though? Questionable. As long as Sunmi was by your side and you by hers, you both didn't care much for getting close to them.

"Hey, sorry you had to see that." You say as you sigh and set your bag down alongside of you on the long table.

"It's alright." Jungkook replies softly. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Thanks." You give him a tiny, tightlipped smile. "So, should we get right into tutoring, or should we talk about the details of our deal? I have all afternoon." Luckily, it was quite loud in the loud section of the library. No one cared much to listen in to your secret deal with Jungkook, nor did anyone care because it was Jungkook.

"I do too. I guess, whatever works for you?"

"Let's get this tutoring over with first then iron out the rest." He nods.

"Sure." He pulls out his notebook. "Tell me, what are you struggling with?"

"Everything." He does a small head tilt.

"I doubt that. I'm sure you understand some things."

"No, you don't understand Jungkook. I'm legit drowning. I don't know what I'm doing wrong or where I'm lacking." Jungkook simply looks at you, lips pressed together before he nods. You're not lacking anywhere, he thinks. You're really not. The subject is just shitty and the spawn of the devil.

"That's okay. Well, can I go over some basics? Throw in some tips?"

"Yes, please. Lead the way. I need you." You chuckled, but it makes the heat rush to his cheeks. He hopes you don't catch the rosy tint creeping up on them, so he instantly grabs at the whiteboard near your table and starts to go over the very beginning, the very basics of this semester's OChem class. Maybe a bit from last semester, but last semester wasn't entirely that bad compared to this one.

He didn't expect you to be all that engaged for some reason, but he should have known you'd ask questions left and right, taking the black whiteboard marker from his hand to practice what you've learned with him watching and guiding you from your side. You were always focused, always so determined. You were incredibly smart. Incredibly beautiful.

Honestly, Jungkook go on for days.

The both of you hadn't realized it was nearing close to 5PM and neither of you had really eaten much since lunch. You sit, feeling pretty good about your first session with Jungkook. You feel a little bad having kept him for so long over OChem, realizing you still had things to iron out with him.

[sunmi] 4:34pm: hey babe, not gonna be leaving for a bit. i forgot i had to work on this psych project with jennie. you okay with leaving around 6/7?

"Crap."

"What's the matter?" Jungkook glances at you as you continue to stare at your phone and scroll away.

"Sunmi isn't leaving until later. I'll probably be stuck here for a little longer after you leave." You put your phone down, now resting your chin against your palm, nails slightly digging into your cheek.

"I-I can give you a ride, if you'd like? Plus, we still need to talk.. about stuff." He shyly says.

"Jungkook, that's too much to ask for."

"It's really not a big deal. How far do you live from campus?"

"Maybe a 10 minute drive, the next exit off the freeway." He shrugs.

"I'm going in that direction too."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. We can just talk on the way home."

"Would you be willing to stop by for dinner? We can talk then. Maybe it can be considered our 'first date.'" You joke with a small giggle.

"Oh, sure. Yeah." He gives off a tiny, nervous laugh. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Can we get.. hm—" You hum. "Fire Wings? Down the street?" He almost feels intoxicated watching how your eyes gleam under the light, how they brighten and widen when you mention food. You were cute, and you didn't even know it.

"Only if you tell me what flavors you get." He tries to get smart, which makes you laugh. He made you laugh.

"Is this judgment day? Gonna see if you should call quits on our deal before it even starts?"

"Maybe." He goes along with it.

"Okay. Garlic Parmesan and Dragon." You pack up your things before shooting him a look.

"Okay, solid flavors." He nods. "I guess we can continue on."

"You're funny." You giggle as you both throw your bags onto your backs. You stay in your position until Jungkook comes to your side so you can walk by him. You don't know much about him, but he has a soft demeanor and he makes you feel comfortable. You had only seen him a couple of times across campus, not really noticing him much in class either. You feel a little bad knowing you didn't even try being that he sat behind you, but better late than never I guess? Maybe there was a reason for all of this happening. The way he tutored you today was insane, too— he was super smart, but broke it down perfectly, was patient. He was patient.

No wonder Dr. K loved his ass.

"What about you?" You picked up the conversation.

"I usually go for a dry rub and Garlic Parmesan."

"I haven't tried any dry rubs."

"You can try one of mine later."

"Okay." You suddenly remember to shoot Sunmi a text before she comes looking for you everywhere on campus. Jungkook stays silent beside you, allowing you to do your thing without being too overbearing or nosy.

But, he honestly can't help but glance a few times.

[y/n] 5:11pm: sorry just saw this, hitching a ride with my tutor. don't worry about me! ty ily, have fun working on your project.

[sunmi] 5:13pm: tutor, as in jeon jungkook?

[y/n] 5:15pm: yeah, he offered.

[sunmi] 5:16pm: okay, that was nice of him. if he tries anything tho i'll beat his ass. text me when u get home?

[y/n] 5:17pm: don't worry about him, he won't lol i will.

[sunmi] 5:18pm: kk love u b

"Sorry." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. "Had to text Sunmi."

"That's okay. You two are really close, right?"

"Yeah, since high school."

"Cool." At this point, Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok are coming out of the café at the same you two are passing.

"What about you, where are your friends?"

"Um." He sighs, trying to avoid his friends obnoxiously waving and calling him from the distance. You glance over from behind his figure, chuckling a little bit. "That's them."

"Cute. You all are really close, too?"

"Ya, I've known Jimin the longest though." You smile and wave at them, causing them to gasp and whisper amongst each other with huge smiles on their faces.

"I'll need to meet them if we're gonna do this thing for real. Do they know?"

"Yeah kinda."

"That's okay. We should probably work on keeping it between us though." He nods.

"Okay, but. Can we save meeting them for later? They're a bit.. much." You smile.

"Sure."

"D-do I have to meet Sunmi?" You nod.

"If you wanna make this believable, yeah."

"She's kinda scary."

"Jungkook, she's not gonna bite your head off. She just has that look, but I promise she's sweet." That look, that resting bitch face. Really, you could be biased because it's Sunmi. She really only had issues if she felt disrespected. Other than that, she meant well. Same with you— you've been accused of being intimidating and having the same look but you don't mean any harm by it.

"Okay." Jungkook unlocks his black 2016 Honda Civic and pops his bag in the trunk. You do the same, while Jungkook goes to open the passenger door for you.

"Thanks." You smile sweetly at him. He climbs into his seat, hitting the button to start the car and sighs. The music in the background starts to play, and it sounds mellow, soothing— like it came straight out of a fairytale. His eyes widen as he rushes to lower the volume before shyly looking at you.

"Sorry."

"What, no. Don't be. What is this?"

"A Final Fantasy lofi mix." He begins to drive off as you turn the volume back up.

"It's nice. Pretty relaxing."

"Ya, it's nice to listen to after a long day." He pushes his glasses up at the light.

"Do you have family here?" He nods.

"I do. My mom and dad live about an hour away. I'm the only child. What about you?"

"Same. They're probably 30 minutes up north."

"Do you live alone?"

"Yeah, I live in a studio. It's actually my coworker's. She bought the space to rent it out. She lets me rent it for pretty cheap though."

"That's nice."

"You?"

"I live with Jimin. Our parents are close."

"What about your other friends?"

"Hoseok is dorming, and Taehyung would rather live back home with his family and commute. He's close to them. He'll crash at ours or Hoseok's from time to time."

"Are you close to your family?" He nods as he turns into the plaza lot.

"I suppose, yes. I'm just really quiet overall, so they think it's hard to read me sometimes." He parks and you watch as he shuts the car off with the same button. "You?"

"Yeah, I'm really close to my mom. Dad, a little questionable."

"Why, if I may ask?" He comes to open your door again, causing you to give him a small smile.

"He, um. Just got into some stuff." He watches as your body tenses while you fiddle with your fingers waiting in line.

"It's okay, don't think about it. I won't ask again."

"It's okay, Jungkook. Really. Maybe another time?" You look up at him and he nods. He stands way taller than you, almost at Seokjin's height, if not the same. He likes to wear baggy, dark clothing and doesn't do much to fix or style his hair.

He's simple, but in a good way.

You both order your food with Jungkook going first so he can grab a table afterwards. Before he could pay though, you offer to cover him for dinner as your way of thanking him for driving you home. You make your way over to the table he snags, Jungkook silently sitting at the high table with his legs pressed together and his hands clasped tightly on his lap.

"You okay?"

"Ya, why?"

"You look tense."

"Sorry. It's not everyday I have dinner with Y/N." You smile.

"Stop, relax." You watch as he slightly eases up. "So, this deal." He nods. "A month?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"We have to convince people it's real or else people will know something weird is going on." You look at his hand, now resting on the table. "You're gonna have to hold my hand and kiss me, you know?" He swallows the lump in his throat. Shit, he thinks. Don't know if I can actually pull this off?

A kiss?! Fuck.

"Y-yeah."

"When was your last relationship, Jungkook?"

"8th grade." Your eyes widen.

"O-oh, now I see."

"What's that supposed to mean? It's terrible, I know but I—"

"No, no, no. You're good. It's totally okay, it doesn't matter. I'll just have to teach you to make it look realistic and not.. awkward." You perk up again. "Not saying that you are though, okay."

"I know."

"So, are you.."

"Am I..?" He cocks hid head to the side in confusion.

"Like.."

"Just ask Y/N."

"Are you a virgin?"

"I don't know." You furrow your brows.

"Huh?"

"Look, this is gonna sound really embarrassing and I don't know if I'm even ready to tell my fake girlfriend about it."

"Just say it. We have to know things about each other." He sighs.

"I— ugh." He groans. "I did it with my girlfriend at the time. Or I guess my ex because we had broken up and this was sometime during freshmen year in high school and she came onto me out of nowhere at a mutual friend's pool party. But it was weird because we were just hormonal kids and I was just curious so I slipped myself into her only to slip back out right after because—" He's rambling, but you're doing your best to keep up.

"Because?"

"I-I, ugh. Y/N." He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Jungkook." You lean a bit to try and catch eye contact.

"I came right away." He says just as the worker puts down your food and takes the number from your table.

"Ohhhhhhh." You say as you nod slowly. "Okay."

"You can just run now." His head hangs low as he slowly slides his chicken over in front of him, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm not going anywhere. It's okay. Stop that."

"It's pathetic."

"No. Besides, I know you'll get better overall, and you'll find someone who will rock with you till the end. We'll work on this."

"Thanks." He says, feeling comfortable around you. You were quick to reassure him and smile at him, he felt himself melting in his seat. Yeah, you were too good for Seokjin.

"You'll have to come to parties with me. Club events. Events in general. It won't look right if I'm always going without you."

"Okay. Can I bring my friends?"

"Sure." He nods. "What do you do in your free time?"

"Play video games and listen to music. Read comics, manga. Build lego sets with the guys."

"Cute." You smile.

"You?"

"Hang out with Sunmi, or just watch movies on my own at my place. Read. Eat by myself. Explore by myself. I value my alone time."

"It's nice." Jungkook's familiar with it. Even if he had his friends around, he truly liked being in his own peace when allowed. "What about outside of the public eye?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"Do we hang out?"

"Yeah we can." You nod.

"Cool." He smiles.

"Is my car gonna be a lot of work for you?"

"Don't worry about it, it'll be good soon. Just might take a bit cause I need some parts to make it look brand new again."

"I really can't thank you enough." He shrugs.

"Only trying to help my girlfriend out." He boldly says, causing you to laugh.

"Confidence is peeking through already, are you sure you need me?" You joke. The rest of the evening, you continue to talk to Jungkook about pretty surface level shit— what you like, dislike, overall experience in high school and college so far. It was a nice, harmless conversation, one where you were starting to see how warmhearted Jungkook really was. How real and laid back.

None of the shit in Seokjin's group. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air.

Once dinner had finally finished, Jungkook was on his way to drop you off. He had parked in an empty guest spot, offering to walk you up just to be sure. At the door, he took a peek at how clean your studio was, mainly soft colors of white and cream taking over, with plants scattered around your living room area. The hallway in was sandwiched between your kitchen area and another wall, Jungkook assuming your bed was on the opposite side of it. He awkwardly stands at the door, afraid of overstepping.

"Well, goodnight Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey, wait." You smile and come close to him. He swallows, his mouth suddenly feeling dry when he feels your breasts press against his chest. "First lesson— give me a kiss."

"Right now?"

"Jeon Jungkook, we're doing this tomorrow. People are gonna have to see this at least once while we're together." He nods and presses a quick kiss against your cheek. "Not bad, but a little longer?" He complies and presses another kiss, leaving his pillowy lips against your cheek for a little longer before pulling away. "Perfect. Now here." You point at your lips before crossing your arms.

"Y/N, I—"

"Don't be afraid, just do it. I won't kick you in the balls or anything."

"It's not that. I just don't think I'm a great at this stuff."

"Okay." You tippytoe and gently grab his jaw while you lean towards his face. "Just relax, okay? Don't think too much of it." He stays silent, doe eyes constantly on you as you continue to inch forward.

Sparks. Just sparks everywhere for Jungkook.

He feels your soft lips against his and he relaxes, moreso because he feels like he's lost all senses being this close to you. Taking in your scent. Kissing you.

"There." He stands still, still trying to process the kiss. "Not bad. We'll get better over time, but at least that looks believable. Just—" You put his hands down as they were about to fall onto your hips during the kiss, but they fell short. "Let it happen and hold me, okay?" You smile. "Night Jungkook."

"N-night." He stutters as he watches you close the door. "Fuck." He whispers to himself when he realizes he's now sporting a boner. "Jungkook, what the fuck is this?!" He continues to whisper to himself as he waddles down your hallway.

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

So imagine time you and you AEW love have gotten engaged and moved into a dream house, but something’s missing. A furbaby! What pet are you picking out, their name, are they treated like an animal or a baby? Tell me everything.

I let out a content sigh as Trent and I sit in our backyard, steaks on the grill, a cool beer in front of both of us. He looks over at me and grins. "What got you all smiley?"

"Nothing...everything. We're getting married, we now have this wonderful house, you're sitting here with me. Just life. Life got me all smiley."

He reaches across the table and takes my hand in his. "Good to hear you are pleasantly surprised with the outcome of our relationship."

I chuckle a bit at his comment. "Yep, I am. There's only one thing missing really."

"What's that?" I can tell by the way his eyebrows shoot up that he thinks I'll make a nasty sexual reference.

"A little someone to run around in this backyard..." I let my voice trail off and watch in amusement as his playful expression leaves his features, sheer panic now in his eyes. We have never talked about having kids, and I don't think we will. It's just never been important to either of us.

I laugh out loud at him. "Don't worry, Dorkie. I was talking about a dog." I laugh again as his whole body hits the back of his chair, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth.

"You are one mean bitch. If you ever do that again, I'm getting a divorce." He states which makes me laugh even more.

"We're not even married yet."

"Well then, marriage is off the table!" He stresses every single syllable as he gets up to check on our steaks. He puts them on a plate and walks back over to me.

"Seriously, Trent, what do you think about it?" I say before I thank him for the steak, it smells delicious.

"I don't know, Sweetcheeks, I feel like we shouldn't. At least not right now. Maybe when I quit wrestling, we could work on it." I can tell he is painfully uncomfortable with the conversation, trying to beat around the bush.

"About getting a dog, Trent!"

"Ooohhh...yeah, sounds like a good idea. We could go check the local shelter tomorrow?" He tries to play it cool now, but I know he is just as excited as I am.

I mockingly shake my head at him while taking a bite. "Sounds like a plan, Dorkie."

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When we enter the shelter, and see seemingly endless rows of animals stuffed in small cages, both our hearts sink. We share a look, our silent agreement to safe one of these poor souls. He grabs my hand and we start looking at the dogs. Surprisingly, we both stop at the same cage and kneel down in front of it. There are two dogs inside, a small black one with long, fluffy ears, and a big, chocolate brown one, who has the facial expression of a calm giant.

Trent and I share a look and nod to each other before we go to the nice lady working there and ask her more about the dog.....s. Apparently, we did not fall in love with the same one. While the black one stole my heart, Trent got all heart eyes for the big one.

The lady smiles at us and explains that these two have been together for years, and should not be separated. Then she tells us their previous owner had passed away and the family did not want to keep the dogs, that is how they ended here.

I pull Trent to the side, taking his hands in mine and try to find a good way to start, but I just can't find the right words.

"Yes, Sweetcheeks, we're getting both." He matter-of-factly states before lightly pecking my lips. I smile up at him, amazed at how he can always tell what I am thinking, and nod.

We go back to the dogs, and say we'd gladly take the two home. After we get the paperwork done and pay, we put both of them on a leash and walk over to our car. On our way there, we decide we will not change their names, as they've had them for years now. So we stick with Piri, the small black lady, and Merlin, the brown male.

We stop to buy some essential supplies such as food, toys, blankets and dog pillows on our way home. Both dogs are actually very well behaved and seem to be rather calm, which is probably because of the fact that they have each other.

When we arrive at home, Trent pets both of them and shows them around the house as if they were human, explaining to them where the guestroom is, how the fridge holds all the good stuff and so on. I laugh at the whole situation, and can't help but admire Trent. He is so enthusiastic about it, it is endearing.

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A few weeks later, Trent returns from a long week away in Chicago, where he wrestled at the Forbidden Door PPV. As soon as he walks through the door, he shouts. "Now where's my beautiful girl?!" He looks around and smiles brightly when he sees her running towards him, standing up against his leg. "There you are! I've missed you so much!" He lifts Piri up and swirls around with her before putting her back on the floors, gently rubbing her head.

I scoff a little and look over to Merlin sprawled out on his blanket. He had raised his head, but now puts it down again, not even thinking about greeting Trent. I smile at his reaction, and still find it funny how we both fell in love with one of the dogs, but they decided they wanted it to be the other way around.

"I remember a time when I was 'your beautiful girl'." I say as I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist to pull him as close as possible.

"Awwww, Sweetcheeks, jealousy is not a good look on you." He teases before running a hand through my hair and pulling me in for a passionate kiss. I smile against his lips and run my hands up his back. When we pull apart, I brush our noses together. "I've missed you, Trent. And I'm really proud of you, you were fantastic at Forbidden Door."

He seems flattered by my compliment. "Thanks, my other beautiful girl."

[yslkook]

IF I GOT YOU (7)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: one month later...and things start to come to a head. you feel more at peace than you've ever felt, but as usual, what remains peaceful is always interrupted.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, HELLA HELLA toxic friendship and dynamics, suggestive content (hooking up and other mentions)

word count: 4066

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts

Despite a month going by from the last time you spoke to Jungkook in the park and put all of your feelings out in the open, spring air, you feel lighter than ever. Maybe most of that has to do with the simple fact that you’ve finally cut out a toxic, deadweight from your life. Regardless of what ends up happening with you and Jungkook as friends or more than that, at least you are at peace and happy with being yourself.

Besides, it’s not like you don’t ever see him. You see him when you visit the tattoo parlor (but you haven’t allowed yourself to be alone with him and he hasn’t initiated), you’ve seen him at impromptu nights out, at Yoongi’s apartment. Neither of you allow yourself to be alone with each other, since you had both agreed to wait. Even your text message thread with him is dry, though.

You miss him, hoping that a notification of his name with the bunny emoji attached to it flashes across the screen. But it doesn’t.

For all of his bravado, he feels somewhat shy around you on the few occasions that he’s seen you. Jungkook will go out of his way to avoid you, hiding (as much as he can) behind Mina and Mei.

He misses you. Jungkook misses the feel of your lips molding against his, the way you felt in his arms, but most of all he misses your shy smile and your loud laugh. He misses the way your eyes shine when you speak about something you’re passionate about.

Mina had said you were both being stupid, taking time away from each other when you both are denying the inevitable. But it made sense in your mind and his. You want to know what kind of person you were without the burden of Sora’s judgment weighing heavily in every frame of your life. You take the time you need to take to recenter yourself and feel somewhat whole again.

It doesn’t take you long to adjust to life without a former best friend. You quickly begin to notice how different you feel, how differently you approach basic things that you hadn’t really put much thought to before.

It feels so refreshing to not feel like you’re walking in some metaphorical shadow of someone who didn’t really care about you. Well, you think on some level, she did care. But along with the insignificant way she made you feel, it’s not enough to justify it. And you’re really grateful that you don’t need to anymore.

In fact, you’ve already deleted most pictures with her on your social medias. You haven’t quite been able to block her yet, but you think you’ll be ready to do that soon enough.

The ever elusive notion of time really does seem to heal nearly all forms of hurt.

“So,” Yoongi starts, sitting next to you on his new black leather couch and handing you a glass of red wine.

“Don’t start with me,” You say, poking his shoulder.

“I’m not starting anything with you,” Yoongi shrugs, but his eyes twinkle.

“Oh? That’s the voice you use when you have gossip or when you’re about to interrogate me,” You mutter, rolling your eyes with a fond smile.

“Maybe it’s a little of both,” Hobi chimes in, sitting on your other side. He leans back and drapes his legs over your lap, to which you instantly rest your hands over his legs.

“How lucky for me,” You mumble, taking a long swig of your wine. You’ll need it.

“How’s that witch doing,” Yoongi asks bluntly.

“I don’t know, I told you I cut her off and kicked her out of my house like a month ago,” You reply, “Did you forget already?”

“No, I just like hearing that you finally came to your fucking senses,” Yoongi says, “She was awful, but I’ll commend you for sticking it out for this long. Cheers, the witch is finally gone-”

“I believe the phrase is, ‘ding dong, the witch is dead’, but this will suffice,” Hobi says and yelps when you swat his shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” You say, “But… thank you for helping me see the light. Even if it took a while. And I’m sorry it affected our friendship, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re all here now,” Hobi says, pulling you in for a side hug.

“Yeah. So cheers,” Yoongi says again, raising his glass to you both, “Cheers to you for choosing yourself. And to new beginnings.”

“You’ll make me cry,” You say honestly, offering your friends a watery smile.

“As if we’ve never seen you cry before,” Hobi scoffs. And it’s true- they are two of your oldest friends, and even if you’ve come to the realization that maybe you hadn’t been the greatest friend to them… That bond is hard to sever, and you’re grateful that they’ve always had your back.

“Drink up,” You say with a smile, “Cheers to new beginnings.”

Yoongi has always been a little sly, unassuming but always with several tricks up his sleeve. When he so desires to cause a little mischief and stir the pot a little. And Hobi is all too happy to engage.

Which is how you end up several glasses of red wine and rose deep (yes, you mixed, rookie mistake but who cares. You’re in the presence of some of your greatest friends, after all).

And then Yoongi goes in for the kill.

“How’s our Jungkookie,” He asks, without missing a beat. You choke on your wine and wince when it somehow gets lodged in your nose.

“I don’t know. Think he’s good,” You finally respond, your words sounding slurred, “Ask Hobi. They work together, if you didn’t know.”

“Oh, thanks for the information. I had no idea.”

“Happy to be of service,” You say, leaning into Hobi's side, “Ikindofmisshim.”

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that,” Yoongi says, a self-satisfied smirk blooming on his lips. He heard you, of course he did, but you don’t seem to pick up on it.

“I said I kind of miss him,” You reply, a dreamy look in your eyes, “Do you think he misses me, too?”

Hobi chokes back a laugh but you hear it and offer him a glare. “Don’t make fun of me!”

“Nobody’s making fun of you, stupid,” Yoongi says poking your forehead, “And yeah. Your man doesn’t shut up about you. Always with those eyes around you.”

“He’s not my man,” You whine pathetically.

“Yeah, that’s a mystery to both of us,” Hobi says, “How long are you both gonna keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“This weird awkward dance you both do around each other. Avoiding each other when we’re all together. It’s kinda funny, like we all know you both wanna fuck so bad-”

“Shut up! That’s- that’s not- shut up!”

Yoongi and Hoseok both burst into laughter, drunken giggles loud in the living room and you can’t help but laugh with them.

Clubs were never your most favorite place to unwind, but you make an exception for tonight. For Mina and Mei, you’ll make an exception. The three of you had gotten ready together in Mei’s home, in between sips of cocktails that she had poured out. Mina had done your makeup for you, giving you the sharpest eyeliner you’ve ever seen on your eyelids as well as a bold red lipstick.

It’s not a club night if there is no red lipstick involved, after all.

Your makeup usually looks good when you apply it yourself, but Mina has a genuine eye and skill for makeup artistry. You recall her telling you that she’d always dreamed of going to beauty school but hadn’t pursued it. You had told her that it’s never too late to fulfill a dream and she had only smiled at you.

“Hey,” You say, “Is Jimin coming tonight? How’d your date last week go?”

“It was really good,” Mina says, something sweet in her voice, “He made me dinner and dessert. And then I sucked his soul from his cock an hour later and he even made me squirt. And yeah, he’s coming tonight to the club. We’ll see what happens...”

“Wow,” You nod, listening with wide eyes, “That sounds amazing. I’m really happy things are going well for you both. Including the horny stuff.”

“The horny stuff?” Mei laughs, “You’re cute.”

“Shut up,” You say, playfully shoving her shoulder, “It’s no joking matter that he made you squirt.”

“Yeah, I high fived him after,” Mina says slyly, “It was… a night. Can’t wait to have another night like that. But I’m gonna make him work for it tonight.”

“As you should,” You nod solemnly, “What about you Mei? Are we drinking until we blackout or are you playing hard to get with Seulgi?”

“Who says we can’t do both?” Comes Mei’s muffled response.

“Cheers to that,” You reply, “Are… Jimin’s roommates coming?”

“You think you’re slick, huh?” Mina snorts, “You wondering about Jungkook?”

“N-no, I haven’t seen Taehyung in a while either-”

“Tae’s coming, but Jungkook isn’t. Something about having a long week and wanting to chill at home.”

“Oh, gotcha,” You say, cheeks ablaze as you avoid her eyes. Unable to hold the slight sting of disappointment from your voice.

Mina and Mei see right through it but they say nothing, only handing you a refill of your now empty glass.

Despite the relatively steady stream of drinks in your hand (an illusion, really, you’ve been nursing the same two drinks all night), you’re almost completely sober. In fact, you’re more tired than anything else. It seems that Jungkook had the right idea to stay home tonight. You’re rather benignly jealous of his decision.

You enjoy dancing and singing with your friends, feeling the thrum and excitement of music and your close companions bursting through your veins.But environments like this overwhelm you sometimes. All of the flashing lights, sometimes smoke and all of the people… Tonight seems to be one of those nights.

“Wanna dance?” Comes a rich, velvety voice behind you to the right. It’s Taehyung, and you’d rather dance with Taehyung than anyone else in this club. With the exception being Jungkook, but he’s not here right now.

“Okay,” You nod, taking his hand when he offers it to you. Your thoughts flit to Jungkook briefly.

Taehyung is good company, always keeping you with a smile on your face and filling you up with laughter. He keeps you close with easy, gentle movements as you both belt out the words to whatever song is playing on the speakers. But Taehyung has always been observant.

“You don’t really wanna be here, huh? I’d take it personally, if I didn’t know you,” Taehyung teases.

“No, it’s not that,” You murmur, “Just have never been a big club goer, that’s all. Jungkook had the right idea in staying home.”

“Yeah,” Taehyung muses, “What are you two doing?”

He’s almost as blunt as Yoongi (who’s also in some corner of the club. Usually, he keeps you company at things like this, but conveniently, he’s nowhere to be found.).

“If I knew I was going to be interrogated in this club, I would’ve drank more,” You say dryly. Taehyung laughs at that and squeezes your shoulder.

“You both deserve to be happy. Just want you to know that.”

“Thanks, Tae,” You say, a grin spreading across your face, “I guess you’re not as sleazy as Mina says you are-”

“Me? Sleazy?” Taehyung gasps, pretending to be affronted. You roll your eyes and offer him your hand.

“Wanna dance?”

Taehyung turns you around and holds your hips tightly in his hands, dancing with you to the beat of the music. It’s nice to be held like this, even if it’s a little dirty.

You don’t notice a pair of sly eyes watching you from across the club.

By the time you excuse yourself to catch a breath and grab some water from the bar, you realize that most of your friends are off doing their own thing. It gives you a second to people watch from the second floor of the curb and lean on the railings, taking in your surroundings. Despite stifling a yawn.

You relish in the cool feel of the icy water flooding your senses, waking you up a little more. You wonder if you can convince Yoongi to take you to get fries or tacos after the night ends. At the thought of tacos, you salivate a little.

But your taco fueled fantasies are broken when a few girls try to push past you to get to the bar. You mumble a soft apology, but it goes unheard. The unmistakable sound of a voice, a voice that you’ve only recently been able to put out of your mind, breaks through the barrier and it makes your heart drop.

It’s an angry call of your name. Your stomach churns, and suddenly you’ve never wanted to learn the art of teleportation more.

Sora, in all her bitter glory, stands in front of you with a full drink in her hands. Beside her are two of her friends, looking resigned and trying to plead with her that they should go.

“Missed me so much that you followed me here, huh?” Sora sneers.

“I’m not even going to entertain that with a response. Or you for that matter,” You say tiredly, trying to step past her.

“All your friends left you. Look at you all alone,” She says and you roll your eyes with a dry laugh.

“I’d rather be alone than have anything to do with you, Sora,” You reply easily, “I’m leaving now-”

But she sidesteps you again, gripping your forearm and looking at you with so much animosity that it makes your skin crawl. Had she always looked at you like that?

“I can’t believe you just dropped me like nothing. After I gave you everything,” Sora says, as if you had said nothing at all. She’s clearly a little drunk, telltale signs of her drunkenness clear on her face. Her words are slurred and she stumbles a little on her feet. You cringe. You don’t want to have this conversation with her whether she’s sober or drunk.

“You treated me like I was nothing,” You snap, “I don’t want to discuss this with you. Now let me go.”

“Or what? There’s nobody here ‘cept you and me, babe,” She says, her lips twisting into a cruel smirk. Her friends have disappeared and warning bells start to go off in your head. She’s right, all of your friends have dispersed. But you manage to fish your phone out of your purse while she rambles to you and send a text to the groupchat, simply stating “pls help, Sora is here”.

Dread seeps into your pores. You just want to be done with her presence.

“Sora, just let me go. Nothing you say will change anything,” You say heatedly, “Fucking let go of me!”

You try to yank your arm out of her grip but her nails are sharp against your skin.

“I loved you, you know that? I fucking gave you everything, you were my best friend,” Sora hisses, “I just wanted to you be happy. To see that I’d do anything for you.”

It takes a minute for the dust to settle but you suddenly begin to understand. “You hurt me! That’s not friendship or l-love, or anything remotely close to it. Nothing you say will change that. I don’t want you around anymore. Take a hint, Sora,” Your voice is cold and deadly, nothing like what Sora is accustomed to.

“Please, let me go,” You beg softly, “Why won’t you let me go?”

Tears spring into your eyes, both from the force she’s holding you with and from how much this is exhausting you.

“What does he have that’s worth all of this?” Sora hisses.

“It doesn’t matter what he has. I like him and I enjoy spending time with him, that’s all that should matter, and I’m not explaining Jungkook to you,” You say coldly, “You lost the right to know a long time ago. If you took your head out of your ass for two seconds, you’d know that this friendship was over months ago.”

By now, both of your voices have raised in volume and pitch, attracting the attention of bystanders. This makes no sense to you, your head is starting to hurt from the implications of her words. You just want to go home. By now, Yoongi has seen your text and is trying to get to the bar to rescue you from Sora.

“He won’t give you what you need,” Sora exclaims.

“Shut up! Just fucking stop talking about him,” You shout, “I’m so fucking sick of this, just leave me the fuck alone. Your opinion doesn’t matter to me anymore, just drop it!”

You feel the need to defend him though, “He’s kind, he has a big heart a-and, you know what, I don’t need to explain myself to you. Just fucking drop it! Leave me alone!”

“You are so fucking blind! You’ve always been such an oblivious fucking bitch,” She screams at you and your blood goes cold. You’ve seen her angry, but not like this not when her eyes are blown over with rage.

Yoongi’s heart is beating in his ears as he tries to find you- this club is fucking huge, where the hell could you be? He’s already sent a text to Jungkook, telling him that you might be in trouble at the club and that nobody could find you.

“Where is he then? If he’s so kind, he must be here right?”

“What the fuck is your problem? You’ve always had a stick up your ass about him specifically- I mean you’ve always have a stick up your ass, but with him it’s like something crawled up there and died-”

“You couldn’t even cuff him? You dropped me for him and you didn’t even cuff him?”

“That’s none of your business!”

“What are you afraid of, babe?” She sneers cruelly, “Afraid he’ll find something he doesn’t like? Or are you afraid you’ll find something that you don’t like?”

Frustration and hurt boils in your belly, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. You shut your eyes tightly, willing the feeling to go away. With all of the calmness you can muster, you throw her hand off of you and rub your forearm gingerly.

Before you can say anything, her eyes narrow to slits. You don’t even have time to react before you feel a sudden wetness drench the front of your top. Remnants of her drink are splashed on your torso and you gasp, rage flaring through your veins once more. How dare she throw her drink at you? Before you can do anything though, a pair of arms circle your waist and you’re pulled into a strong chest.

You recognize the scent of his cologne immediately and the feel of his leather jacket. “Jungkook,” You mumble, looking up at him. He immediately gives you his jacket and pushes it through your arms wordlessly.

“Hi,” He murmurs, taking in your wide, nervous eyes and the trembling of your hands. He brushes a thumb over your cheek before standing in front of you and you take his hand in yours. Jungkook squeezes reassuringly.

He offers Sora a long, hard look and a shake of his head. She almost balks at his intense gaze. Almost.

“C’mon baby,” Jungkook finally says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“My knight in shining arm-” You shiver once you’re both outside the club, away from the eyes of strangers. You cut your train of thought off when he pulls you close to him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. Worry dots his eyes and he presses his forehead to yours shakily.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, “Is everything-”

He exhales, a shudder felt against your skin. He seems to be at odds with himself, an internal battle dancing in his dark eyes. But Jungkook makes up his mind and cradles your face again, the gentle pads of his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“I missed you,” Jungkook croaks, “Shit, I miss you so fucking much. Can I kiss you, baby? Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nod instantly, breathing out a soft ‘yes’. Whatever this recent development means for both of you, it makes sense. You want this and you want him.

And then he kisses you as if it was meant to be, as if he’s been thinking about your lips every minute of every day- soft, balmy lips against your chapped, red lips. Jungkook swallows your gasp, somehow brushing against the parts of your heart that missed him. His kiss is sweet and desperate as his tongue traces over your teeth before dipping further into your mouth. Your knees weaken slightly, but he holds you steady with one arm around your waist and his other hand cradling your cheek.

You’re overwhelmed by him and from the events of the night. Whatever wetness had gathered in your eyes clings to your lashes before dropping down your cheeks.

“Baby,” Jungkook says softly. He gathers you in his arms, hugging you tightly. You sink into his hold on you, inhaling deeply. The faint thrum of his heart calms you slightly.

“I missed you,” You reply, voice barely above a whisper, “Fuck, I missed you a lot.”

He kisses your forehead with a small smile, the hint of his dimples making you smile, too. Jungkook looks at you as if you’re transparent, trying to study the reason for your wet lashes and the tear stains down your face. A feeling of understanding passes between you both, calming your racing heart and your nerves.

“Jungkook,” You murmur, “Take me home.”

“Yours or mine?”

“Yours,” You reply, not really wanting to be in your home just yet, “It’s only fair, since you spent the night at my place last time, right?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He kisses you one more time before adjusting his motorcycle helmet over your head. When you wrap your arms around him, you press a kiss to the back of his neck and behind his ear.

He shivers.

Jungkook can tell you’re in your head a little bit, a little quiet and shaky. Even as you head into his bathroom to change into the clothes he’d given you, you couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When you returned from the bathroom with a bare face, you’re lost in thought, biting down on your bottom lip and chewing harshly.

He’d pulled you into his arms, applied his clear balm on your lips, and chided you for treating your lips like that.

You only smiled weakly at him and meekly asked him to hold you under his covers. He doesn’t deny you.

He’d caught the tail end of Sora’s tirade at the club, and he’d begun to understand. He thinks you had begun to understand, too.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers into your hair, “Do you want to talk, baby?”

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit softly, pressing your hand over his.

“I can talk for both of us,” Jungkook says, kissing your temple, “Can I do that?”

“Yeah,” You mumble, threading your fingers through his and squeezing.

“I heard some of what Sora said,” Jungkook says and you tense up but he wordlessly tells you to relax, “I think in some weird, twisted, fucked up way. She loved you and her way of showing you how was keeping you to herself. It’s shitty, but it made sense to her. But you don’t owe her anything, baby. Not a damn thing.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “I feel really gross and I don’t know why.”

“That’s alright, baby,” Jungkook says, rubbing your arm, “You didn’t know. That’s not love, not really. You’re safe here.”

“I know,” You say, turning to look at him with a small smile, “I trust you.”

You turn fully in his arms, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. His heartbeat lulls you to sleep, as well as his gentle fingers over your back. It’s so easy with him, and you don’t need to think too much. Just how you like it.

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[jamespotterthefirst]

Mi Viejito (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Words: 1K Warning: None Summary: Father’s Day more than twenty years later. 

Author’s Note: “Mi Viejito” means “Old Man” (affectionate). Thank you to the two anons who requested this!

Also, no editing. Oops. We die like men. 

Twenty five years are not enough to dull the impact of startling blue eyes meeting hers across a room. For a moment, she feels like that fresh-faced intern she used to be, meeting her medical idol for the first time. Except now, Ethan Ramsey has the elegance of time on his side, carved into every fine line on his handsome face. His hair, once dark brown, is a storm of silver now, making the blue of his eyes even more of a shock.

A pleasant sort of shock that makes her body thrum with warmth.

Ethan removes his spectacles and gives her a tired but breathtaking smile. Lilac returns it, moving to settle into her husband's embrace.

“Happy Father's Day, mi viejito,” she murmurs into a kiss. After his hum of thanks, they melt into the kiss, enjoying the rare few moments of blissful companionship.

“Where are the girls?” he asks after a while, as though reading her mind.

“Andy should be here any moment to drop them off.”

“Ah, the calm before the storm,” he muses with exaggerated dread. It doesn't fool anyone, least of all Lilac. Anyone who glances at Ethan Ramsey with his children for more than two seconds knows just how much he adores them. “What about Lori and Jonah?”

“Jonah hasn't texted me back and Lori is on her date.”

“Hrm.”

Lilac laughs. “Hunter's a nice kid. He's taking her on a boat ride at the Common.”

Ethan is not impressed.

“It's a cute date for two seventeen year-olds,” Lilac reasons with little success.

“Pitiful.”

“You took me on one of those when we were engaged.”

“I meant his name. What kind of name is Hunter?”

She laughs at that and places a kiss on his cheek, succeeding in softening his expression by a fraction. “You're just upset your little girl is all grown up.”

Ethan's expression is as impassive as ever but Lilac can see the brief flash of sadness in his eyes. She places a comforting hand at his cheek, sweeping the ridge of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“She'll be back in time for dinner. And I'm sure Jonah will text me back later. He's been swamped with school work these past few days.”

Ethan nods but is unable to elaborate an answer because the sound of approaching voices grows louder outside the door.

The youngest Ramseys arrive then, three times more boisterous than any teenagers their age. Though, to the surprise of exactly no one, the person in the little group arguing the loudest is Jasmine. Andy rolls her eyes, unable to contain a smile at the charming young girl trying to talk her way out of whatever trouble she's gotten into.

“Seriously, it's okay. Our dad owns the hospital.”

“He manages it,” her twin, Violet, corrects.

“Same thing,” Jasmine returns dismissively. “He as good as owns it if the place falls apart without him.”

“That,” Ethan intervenes, placing a kiss of greeting atop each of their heads, “would be your mother. She does the brunt of the work around here.”

Jasmine scoffs. “And yet the man gets all the credit.”

“Typical,” Violet adds.

Ethan and Lilac both laugh proudly. After Andy takes her leave for the day, the girls hug their father.

“Happy Father's day!” They chorus.

“We brought you coffee from that place you and mom are obsessed with.”

They thrust a to-go cup in his hand.

“We remembered,” Jasmine says importantly. “Not like Tweedle dee and Tweedle Ugly.”

“Jazzie,” her mother scolds. “Don't call your brother and sister that.”

“Ingrates,” Violet adds, agreeing with her sister. “Write them out of your will, Dad.”

Ethan is fully laughing now, a sound that is rare and wonderful, easily drawn out of him by his family. The little crevices on his face grow deeper with his mirth and it tugs at Lilac's heartstrings.

“If we're divvying up Dad's stuff then I call Minnie,” Jasmine proclaims.

“You can have that cat now,” Ethan returns intently. “I don't want anything to do with that thing.”

“I call Jenner the Second,” Violet calls out before her sister can.

They dissolve into an impassioned argument about who loves the dog more. Luckily for all of them, they are interrupted by the sound of more approaching footsteps, followed by even more arguing voices.

“... doesn't have his license yet.”

“What good is a license if he doesn't even have a car.”

“You don't need a car in the city. You can get around in the train.”

“Then why did you text me begging for a ride here?”

“You're such a jerk, J.”

The eldest of their children appear in the office, ceasing all bickering when their eyes fall on the father. Dolores, beautiful and bright faced from the sun, the freckles on her cheeks more vivid as she smiles. Jonah, tall, collected, and handsome—reassembling his father more than any of his siblings. Lilac watches fondly as they hug Ethan and wish him a happy father's day. After the brief surprise of their sudden appearance wears off, she can see her husband's eyes shining with emotion.

“We're taking you to lunch,” Lori informs him. “Jonah got us reservations at your favorite place downtown.”

“Nice, that place has the best chocolate cake,” Jasmine says excitedly.

“We said we're taking dad, not you freeloaders,” Jonah returns jokingly, ruffling his younger sister's hair.

“It’s father’s day! We deserve to be celebrated, too!”

“How do you figure that, squirt?”

“Who taught you how to throw a ball, Jonah Naveen Ramsey?” Jasmine demands indignantly.

“Who gave you pointers on how to impress that girl down the street you used to have a crush on?” Violet adds.

“Who Googled 'how to drive a stick shift car' when you borrowed Dad's car without asking him?”

“You what?” Ethan asks, turning to look at his son.

“Who—”

“Alright, alright! You can come with,” Jonah cuts in. “You two are insufferable, I swear.”

“That's no way to speak to your fathers,” Jasmine chastises.

The siblings continue their banter, taking turns predicting what their father will order. The one who knows his order exactly, Lilac observes, is Dolores, though she has no chance to boast to her siblings. Ethan’s pager goes off and he groans when he reads the message.

“There’s a problem with the paperwork in the Sawyer case,” he tells Lilac. With a mournful twist of his mouth, he looks at his children. “I’m sorry but I have to go handle this. Lunch won’t--”

“I’ll stay to take care of it,” Lilac interrupts.

Ethan studies her expression. “Are you sure, love? It’s an awfully complicated case.”

“I’m sure,” she assures him with a nod. “Go enjoy lunch with them.”

Ethan gives her a look so laden with gratitude and affection, her heart skips a beat.

“Geez, you were right, Dad,” Jasmine says. “Mom really does run this place.”

“Or she just prefers dealing with grumpy patients over hearing your awful jokes, Jazzy,” Dolores comments, side bumping her sister affectionately.

“Mom is a pro at dealing with grumpy, though,” Jonah tells them sagely. “She’s dealt with Dad all these years.”

Ethan laughs at that. “You kids won’t cut your old man a break on father’s day?”

“Nope,” Violet returns cheerfully. “Roasting you is our way of telling you we love you.”

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Author’s Note: Happy Fathers Day to everyone who celebrates! Thank you so much for reading this!

For reference, Jonah is around 20, Dolores (aka “Lori”) 17 going on 18, and the twins are 14

A few notes:

Though I am super behind on replies to my previous fics, please know I am so thankful to everyone who interacted! Love you guys so much!

I haven’t been able to work on Ch 2 of the OPH3 re-write, but I hope to do so soon. I think I’ve decided to take it easy with that series and see where it takes me!

Same thing with the Pictagram series! Thank you to everyone for your patience!

If you tagged me in your content while I was away, I apologize for the delay. I have it all saved up, ready to enjoy this upcoming week!

Tagging in a reblog!

[masterjedilenawrites]

Blueberries and Cowboys: Chapter 4 (Cowboy Path)

A choose-your-own-adventure style fic. Refer to this Masterlist for previous chapters and alternate paths.

Chapter 4: The Party (Cowboy Path)

Pairing: Eli x reader

Content: Drinking, some angsty pining

Length: 2.4k

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

The gala was as elaborate and ostentatious as you would expect of a formal event at the Imperial academy. It was like the whole ballroom shimmered as glasses of drinks were passed around and ornate dresses swished about in dance. You'd certainly never been a part of anything so grand from your home world before.

The sight made you pause as soon as you entered through the doors. It was breathtaking.

You let Thrawn guide you around the ballroom, barely registering his path as you took in all the shiny and expensive details around you. You were especially enchanted by the handful of couples circling around the dance floor, seemingly floating along with the music. You hadn't danced in so long... properly, anyway. Shimmying around your room in your underwear after a shower did not count.

"The music is quite pleasant," said Thrawn from beside you. For a moment, you forgot that part of the plan for the night was to substitute the names of your targets for other subjects, so any potential eavesdroppers would be none the wiser to your true intentions. Anything related to music was supposed to symbolize one half of the plan: Eva and Arden. But because you were so caught up in the spectacle around you, and your inner longing to genuinely engage with it all, you didn't immediately pick up on Thrawn's true meaning.

"It is," you said with just a hint of wistfulness. Your eyes happened to be watching one of the more gracefully dancing couples, the only signal to Thrawn that he needed to help you refocus.

He cleared his throat just loud enough to get your attention and then flicked his eyes toward the entrance of the ballroom meaningfully. You followed his gaze to see Eva and Arden had now arrived. Eli would be keeping an eye on them, while you and Thrawn would track Burdick. Your heart sunk as you were reminded, yet again, that you were not here for a good time. Tonight was about Thrawn's mission.

"Do you think Eli has noticed? The music?" you quickly supplied, hoping Thrawn wouldn't doubt your support.

"Yes, he seems to be enjoying it." Thrawn then looked to a different part of the room, where Eli was standing next to his date. Sadie. She was a tiny thing, with perfect proportions and well-styled hair and wearing a dress that left nothing to the imagination. You suddenly realized who she was, not having connected the dots before. She was in a few of your combat classes and had this weird habit of pumping her fist in victory every time she landed a good hit. You and Eli had made fun of her together. Why was he now going out with her?

"Yeah, he does..." you said absentmindedly as you watched your friend. Eli was making a show of casually looking around while really paying extra attention toward the couple by the entrance. But then Sadie linked her arm in his and looked up at him with a sweet smile, and he returned the gesture with a smile of his own. Your previous feelings of awe and fascination over this event were quickly turning into something much more sour.

"Did you also notice we have an assignment due soon?"

The comment from Thrawn made you blink away from the troubling scene in front of you. The Chiss had not been watching Eli, actually sticking to the plan and scanning the crowd for the other person of interest. Commander Burdick, who would be referred to by discussions of homework, another innocent topic. Thrawn had finally spotted him over by an hors d'oeuvre table.

"Thanks for the reminder," you muttered. A tray of drinks passed by, held aloft by a protocol droid, and you took the opportunity to swipe at one and down its contents in one go. You could see Thrawn eyeing you curiously from your peripheral, but you made it a point to not look back.

"Perhaps we should stand out of the way," said Thrawn, taking hold of your elbow and guiding you through the crowd and over to an area where several tall cocktail tables were set up. You set your empty glass on the surface of one of them and leaned restlessly against it. Your eyes kept wandering toward the commander as he munched furiously on some kind of cubed meat, glowering at all who passed by. Eventually you'd have to help make sure he was glowering at Arden long enough to maybe get some ideas, but right now, with the night only just beginning, there didn't seem to be much need for you to linger.

"This is a fun song. Maybe we could dance for a bit? Pass the time?" you asked, swirling your empty glass around in a bored manner.

Thrawn stared at you for a moment, most likely trying to determine if you were using the special code that you were supposed to or if you were actually talking about music and dancing.

"I think we should discuss the assignment that is due," he said, almost in a reprimanding tone. "It is rather important."

You swiped at another tray of drinks passing by, muttering over the rim of the glass, "Who goes to a party to talk about homework?"

You were being salty; you knew that. This mission was important and you cared about it. You cared about your friends and what this meant for them. But it seemed the more alcohol you took in, the more annoyed you grew toward those friends. Thrawn was such a stick in the mud, and Eli was apparently a big flirt. Was this really the best way to fix their problem? Was it really worth missing out on a fun evening?

Thrawn didn't seem too pleased as you downed your second drink in a matter of minutes. He cleared his throat in that way he did when he was about to lecture you. You cut him off before he got the chance.

"So what was that surprise you were talking about earlier?"

He blinked at you. "I never mentioned a surprise."

"Yeah. You said you didn't disappear, you were working on something, and that I'd see soon enough. Well? What should I be seeing?"

He reached across the table and gingerly took your empty glass from you with a frown. "You hadn't noticed? There is only one assignment."

It was your turn to blink at him. He sighed and jerked his head to where Burdick was still standing.

"I made sure his date would be delayed in arriving," he said very quietly; you almost couldn't hear him above the din of the party. "So he wouldn't be distracted."

You looked over at the Commander, not very subtle in your observation of him, so it was no surprise the man noticed your staring and frowned even more deeply.

The sound of your name caused you to snap back to Thrawn, who was circling the table to lean in closer. He seemed upset; or, as upset as Thrawn could ever seem through his calmness.

"If you have other things you wish to be doing, I would much rather you leave for them, instead of staying and causing problems." His voice was low in your ear. You sighed at his words, feeling bad for how you'd been behaving.

Just a little bit.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite student," came the voice of Commander Burdick. The man had apparently decided to come over after discovering you'd been staring at him, however, he was very clearly addressing Thrawn and not you. "I'm surprised you'd even come to an event like this."

"The Academy has provided a generous occasion tonight," Thrawn slipped out of his scolding of you and into his usual demeanor without missing a beat. "It would have been in bad taste for us to not attend."

Though it had been your staring that'd called him over, it was only when Thrawn referred to you collectively that Burdick finally acknowledged you. He gave a grunt as a sort of laugh.

"What about that scruffy little friend of yours? He doesn't care about taste?"

"Eli's here..." you heard yourself saying. You also felt Thrawn tensing beside you. You tried to give him a reassuring look as you turned to point out your friend behind you, moving about on the dance floor with Sadie. And just beside them was Eva and Arden, as you knew they would be. The two couples seemed to be trying to one-up each other with their dance moves. You quickly turned away so you wouldn't have to register how exciting and intimate it all was.

"So I see," Burdick hummed. You couldn't tell if he still had the same frown from before, or if it was a new one in response to seeing his ex with a student. "You're not a dancer, Thrawn?"

"Only when the mood strikes, sir."

"Well if you don't show your woman a good time, someone else will." Burdick took a step forward and held out a hand toward you. Your eyes grew wide, panicking. That was certainly unexpected.

Thrawn quickly, and smoothly, jumped to your defense.

"Sir, I'm afraid she is not feeling well. I have simply been keeping her company."

Burdick looked between the two of you, and then briefly beyond at the dance floor, before giving an odd smirk and retreating.

"Very well. Enjoy your... company."

The Commander turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd. As you watched the back of his head, you couldn't help but wish you hadn't frozen and had accept his offer to dance. It was probably going to be the only offer you got all night.

"What... were... you... thinking..."

You looked over at Thrawn, surprised he was still upset. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his eyes.

"Huh? I made sure he noticed Eva," you defended yourself. "He asked me to dance, probably to make her jealous, but since that's not happening, he'll be able to focus his revenge on Arden now."

"That is quite the assumption, based on absolutely no evidence."

"There is too evidence--"

"And apparently we've abandoned all secrecy and discretion, too. Might as well announce what we're planning to the whole ballroom while we're at it."

Thrawn's piercing eyes looked down on you, looking more like fire than they ever did. You bowed your head for a few seconds, needing to escape the heat and cool down.

"I'm sorry," you said, finally looking back at him. "I didn't mean to... mess up on the homework."

You offered what you hoped was an endearing smile. Thrawn only left you hanging for a second before he relaxed just a little.

"You did not mess up," he stated, returning to his side of the table and finally taking up the drink still left sitting there. "But perhaps you should just observe for the rest of the night."

And observe you did. The rest of the evening seemed to both pass by in a shimmering blur, and crawl forward at an unbearable pace. You observed couples dancing, laughing, even kissing. You observed how the energy of the ballroom shifted from eager liveliness to unhurried intimacy as time drew on. You observed the hors d'oeuvres dwindle and the champagne lose its bubbles and the lights dim ever-so-subtly.

Occasionally you actually observed the "homework," whenever he happened to pop out from the crowd. Thrawn did most of the note-taking, pointing out under muttered breath how the commander was still fixating on his ex, how his frown seemed to change from grumpiness and anger to determination and craftiness. Whatever that meant. You couldn't ever pretend to notice half the signs Thrawn did.

But most importantly, you observed a certain shaggy-haired boy from Wild Space.....

The way he danced, somewhat stiffly, but not as clumsy or awkward as one might expect from someone who couldn't figure out a tie.

The way he seemed to so effortlessly keep an eye on his despised classmate while still paying attention to his date and all her friends.

The way he casually hung out with her friends in between dances, as if he'd always been a part of their group.

The way he held her.

The way he looked at her.

At some point, you'd finished off your fifth glass of champagne, and you were definitely feeling the effects of it. That was what you were feeling, you told yourself. Your stomach was in knots and your brow was feeling warm and your heart was beating in your ears, all because of the alcohol. It didn't have anything to do with your guilt from upsetting Thrawn earlier, or the fact that even though Eli had nodded your way a few times in acknowledgement, he hadn't once come over to make good on his promise to save a dance for you. Nope. It was the alcohol and nothing else.

"Thrawn," you said quietly, breaking the Chiss's concentration on something-or-other across the way. "Do you mind if I call it a night? I'm pretty tired."

His eyes flickered over at the amount of empty glasses you had collected beside you, but he didn't comment on it. Only nodded in understanding and returned back to his mission.

You sighed as you picked your way through the crowd that remained. Quite a few students and teachers had already left for the night, but plenty still remained, and it baffled you just how many were hoping - and fighting - to earn to a place in the Empire.

And then something caught your eye just as you made to push through the doors and out into the night. One last thing to observe.

Eli and Sadie were swaying to the slow song playing, just off the actual dance floor. It was like they were in their own world. Her hands rested against his chest, and his chin laid atop her head, and they turned in slow circles as they rocked back and forth, holding each other close. When Eli's face finally turned toward your view, you swore your insides were threatening to crawl up your throat and spill out all over the shiny floor.

His face was relaxed, content. His lips were turned upward in a pleased sort of smile you'd only seen a few times on him before, usually after he'd told you a nice childhood memory, or after he finished a hearty meal. This wasn't an act; this had nothing to do with the mission or your purpose here at this dance. He was happy, holding her.

Just as his eyes wandered from whatever peaceful place they'd been resting and locked onto yours, you finally pushed through the door and left.

[volleychumps]

Heyy!! 💙 Selena here! Would It be posible yo request a scenario, please? So its a normal day at school and suddenly the reader overhear a conversation of her current boyfriend with one of his friends in which he confesses that he's just dating the reader to win a bet of 1.000 yens? Completely crushed she doesn't know how to react but she was not the only one accidentally listening.Noya who has a huge Crush on reader was also there... ¿ What would he do now? Nsfw included please! Enjoy!

It would be possible!! This turned out really fluffy instead of nsfw content just because I like to have a build-up of things, I hope that’s alright<3 🥺

And my inbox has been flooded with need for more Noya so🥰

On the Line. (Nishinoya Yu x Reader)

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“Noya, you’re drooling again.” 

The libero wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, shooting a glare at a grinning Ennoshita, who casted a glance at your laughing figure a few seats away as his grin widens. Before Nishinoya Yu could completely deny that assumption, he stills in his seat when your eyes flit over to his brown ones, your lips stretching out in a warm smile as you offer a timid wave. 

God, why did you have to smile like that?

Blinking out of a trance, the libero turns away from your direction abruptly as Ennoshita continues to sip his box of strawberry juice, somewhat used to his friend’s odd behavior when it came to you as the second year hums, a teasing tone to his voice. 

“Considering the amount of girls you’re known to fawn over-” 

“excUSE ME-” 

“Y/N’s been kind of a long term thing, no?” Ennoshita questions casually, flipping a page in his manga he had open throughout the lunch period as Noya goes to defend himself- only to open his mouth and shut it again quickly, for he had no defense to that statement. 

“Don’t kid yourself, Y/N’s just a close friend.” Noya chuckles somewhat forcibly as Ennoshita’s eyes lift from his page to arch a challenging brow. “Besides-” 

Brown eyes soften, voice cracking a tad bit as he watches your boyfriend poke his head into the classroom door as a smile- a smile that wasn’t for him- brightens your features more than when you looked at him did. 

“Close friends shouldn’t cross lines when they’re obviously drawn.” Noya finishes, and Ennoshita’s eyes fall back down to his manga, his wrist flicking to throw the empty juice carton at his friend’s head as Noya catches it with a glare. 

“Stick with drooling over Kiyoko- you’re scarier when you say serious stuff.” 

“I’ll have you know- wait, scarier?” 

“Dude, have you met yourself?” 

Before a snarky retort can be made about Ennoshita’s lack of empathy, Noya quiets down to realize you were no longer in the classroom, and Ennoshita had successfully distracted the libero from watching you leave with your boyfriend. 

“I don’t know whether to thank you or punch you.” 

“The former would be great, thanks.” 

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“uGH practice is such a pain.” Noya whines as Tanaka whistles lowly in agreement from next to him, the iconic duo feeling lucky practice was delayed for the day due to Ukai’s tardiness, the coach getting held back by a prior engagement. 

“I’ll meet you in the gym later?” Tanaka questions after Noya had released a groan after the realization that his notebook had been left behind- a notebook that held at least a dozen late homework assignments that needed to be in by tomorrow. 

“Yeah, man- Tell Daddy Dai I’ll be there in a few.” 

“Still can’t believe he lets you call him that.” 

“Oh he doesn’t- on second thought he does. Tanaka, if you love me you’ll call him that when you see him.” 

“Who the hell loves you?” His best friend sneers as Noya puts up a peace sign accompanied by a wide grin as he walks off, his smile lessening when his back turns again to his lonely trek in the mostly empty hallways of Karasuno. 

Yeah, who would?

Before he can stifle it, your face popped up into his mind along with a tug at his heartstrings as Noya continues his slow walk back to his classroom, a glazed look taking over his eyes as he wonders if you made it home safely with that asshat of a boyfriend- 

Until he saw it. 

Noya pauses mid-step, the glazed look being blinked away as he saw you standing outside a classroom that wasn’t yours, the door open slightly ajar as your hair skewed the image of your face. An excited smile spreads on the libero’s face at the thought of an unexpected conservation with you, his pace picking up until he sees something that made his breath hitch in his throat as he stands two steps away from you. 

Your eyes were brimmed with unshed, shining tears that seemed to threaten to spill over at any moment, and before Noya can ask you why on instinct, you had grabbed his arm in a tight grip, putting a weak finger to your lips as you signal him to stay quiet. 

With furrowed brows, the libero complies, leaning against the wall next to you as he remains focused on your grip on his arm, an involuntary blush rising to his cheeks at the situation at hand-

but it didn’t last very long. 

Noya’s ears perk up at the sound of a very familiar voice- a voice that he dreaded hearing call your name every day during break times. 

“...yeah, man- I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” 

He felt your grip seem to loosen on his arm.

“With Y/N? Dude, I don’t know why you would go so far for 1000 yen-” 

He watched a painful expression cross your face as your eyes widened in absolute disbelief. 

“Right? I thought it would be easy, but she looks at me like I’m the best thing to ever happen to her, what would you do in my situation?” 

But the instigating factor? 

“Dump her. You agreed because she seemed cute and easy, right?” 

When the tears tipped over the eyes he loved, his vision turned into a blurry fit of rage, shoving off the wall before ripping his arm from your grasp as you attempt to keep him next to you. Noya stops for a second when your hand reaches out to grab at the back of his shirt material, your reddened eyes widening when the libero smiles a closed-eye grin at you, mouthing the words you needed to hear most. 

It’ll be okay. I’ll be back.

“1000 yen richer, I guess. Anyways, I wonder where that airhead-” 

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a fist collided with his cheek, Nishinoya seething so angrily he hardly spared a glance at the friend that made a dash for the exit at the arrival of the school’s known-troublemaker.

All those days watching you be with him. A hidden part wishing he was him. The convincing of himself that he was happy you were happy-

 Noya’s eyes mimicked the ones in which he was on the court, eyes spinning dangerously serious as brown eyes narrowed, a fist grabbing at your boyfriend’s collar from where he now laid with a slightly cracked lip. 

When this was how things were all along? 

“What the hell are you doing?!”

A humorless chuckle. “What does it look like? A fucking tea party?” 

When his fist reels back again, he stops when he feels a hand rest gently on the back of his elbow, Noya just knowing from the touch that it was you as his tense muscles relax almost immediately. 

“N-Noya...” 

At the sound of your cracked, stuttering voice, the libero releases a heavy sigh, releasing your now ex-boyfriend’s shirt so that at least his head hits the classroom floor as Noya stands protectively in front of you. 

“Bastard...you think you’ll get away with something like this?” Your ex seems to chuckle a tad deliriously as Noya ignores him, shuffling through his pockets before dropping a few crumpled bills at his feet, your ex finally taking notice of you with widened eyes.

“I don’t care. I just get suspended again, but you?” Noya sneers, kicking the bills towards what he had always considered not good enough for you. “You fucked with the wrong person, asshole. Here’s 4300 yen (about 40 USD), whatever shitty bet you had going on is off, don’t even look her way anymore. Not like you deserved it in the first place anyway.”

With that, Noya spun on his heel to grab your hand hastily, adrenaline running through his veins before he feels you freeze at the sound of his voice. 

“Y-Y/N, baby please-” 

“I don’t know if he didn’t make it clear enough,” You glance at him once more, etching the image into your mind before mentally discarding it. “But we’re through. If there was any we to begin with.” 

Noya’s brows reach towards his airline before he releases a low whistle at you’re words, surprised when you’re the one to lead him out of the class, stopping only when you reach the exit of the school. 

“Y/N-” 

“Have anywhere I can maybe, I don’t know, cry?” 

Noya’s eyes widen as a million thoughts flit through his head as he takes a chance. Slowly, he turns your figure so you’re facing him fully, gently prying the hands that covered the features you now deemed ugly away before tucking your face into his chest- 

the libero determined to make you feel as beautiful as he saw you as, feeling the sobs wreck through your body as your hands tightened at the shirt material on his chest.

Looks like he’ll be missing practice today. 

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“You didn’t have to go that far.” 

You smile a little at Noya’s look of seriously? from his place in the kitchen, causing you to giggle a little from underneath the blanket he had given you as you relaxed a bit more into his couch. The smile dwindles as you wonder how you had gotten here, puffy-eyed and broken-hearted in the house of someone you deemed as a close friend- 

but why had your heart beat picked up when his back was to you in that classroom as he faced your ex? Why did that smile he casted to you before rushing in to defend your dignity make you loosen your grip on his shirt as a newfound feeling emerged in your stomach?

Had he always been there? Just in that little pocket in the back of your mind, waiting to be seen, as someone simply stood in front of him? 

“I left my homework at school for you. I’m expecting my payment in m&ms.” 

You shake your head of those thoughts just as Noya sets down a steaming mug of hot tea in front of you, and your eyes widen before you subconsiously raise a hand to his hair, retort falling silent. 

Noya blushes, eyes narrowing at the small giggle that slips your lips as he occupies the couch seat next to you. “What?” 

“Your hair’s not being held up by like, three different products of hair gel.” You observe, genuinely interested in his soft locks as the heat in the libero’s cheeks deepen before he scoffs. 

“Two actually, imagine being uneducated.” 

“Imagine assaulting someone because of a childish bet.” 

“It was self-defense.” 

“In what way?” You find yourself laughing as Noya turns fully towards you, a lopsided grin on his lips that had your laugh dying down at the pounding in your chest.

“You’re pretty when you laugh.” 

Embarrassed, you retract your hand from his hair hastily before picking up the mug and taking a deep sip, flinching at the heat as Noya calms his nerves at the girl he’s been in love with acting so cute next to him.

The mug hits the table gently as you set it down, a far-off look in your eyes as Noya takes his share of the blanket, wondering if you were uncomfortable with the proximity before you relax into his side, your head leaning on his shoulder. 

“I have to wonder...if all I was had been a game all along.” 

“Apparently the no sad talk rule I put in place before we entered my domain was ignored, and it shows.” 

You go to swat him playfully before Noya catches your wrist, brown eyes soft and looking at you as if he were afraid you would break at any moment.  

“Y/N, you’re literally the prettiest, nicest girl in the grade- it’s not your fault you decided to make the worst possible choice.” 

A pink dusts across your cheeks at the compliments before you pout. “But it kinda is.” 

“Yeah, you’re right.” 

“Oh yeah?” You laugh into your mug, not realizing Noya had been watching you with a gaze you were used to catching in the middle of breaks or class. “And who would be a better choice?” 

“Are you joking?” 

You blink at the deadpan of Noya’s voice before he scoffs as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“Ennoshita. Are you dumb?” 

“I was thinking more you, but yeah I could totally-” 

The couch is soft against your back as the blanket drapes over Noya’s back as you find yourself sandwiched between him and the couch, his hands placed firmly next to your head to support himself as he keeps his weight off of you. Your eyes trace over his features as his brown eyes seem to seriously stare into yours, your faces inches apart.

“You can’t take it back.” 

You melt into the feel of his lips upon yours, smiling into it as something in you just feels so right in this moment, pushing him back a little as soon as his hand trails down to your waist. 

“Noya, I just got out of the worst day of my life-” 

“Then I’ll make every day better than the last.” 

“It’s not too soon?” You ask worriedly as Noya digs his face into your neck, and you blush when his lips move against your neck. 

“Nothing’s too soon when I’ve been waiting this long, babe.” 

Noya smirks when your skin seems to heat under his touch, feeling you squirm when his hands move to rest on your waist gently as he peppers your neck in kisses. 

“How long have you been waiting?” You pout, pulling Noya out of your neck as the libero scoffs, his lips moving to trace up your jawline before making his way across your cheek sweetly, stopping only when his lips hover over yours. 

“Too long, apparently.” 

“C-Can I kiss you?”

Rolling his eyes, Noya cups your face gently as his thumb traces your cheek, speaking against your lips as he feels your lips curl upwards into it. 

“I don’t know if I have to make this clear- but you don’t have to ask your boyfriend for permission, babe.” 

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[welcome-to-afterlife]

Wannabe Challenge Kpop AU Headcanons

I know that no one requested this, but I had this idea stuck in my head for a while now. It took quite some time to get down, but I'm finally done!

Role: Leader, Main Vocalist, Center

Taehee was the first member of the group to be recruited by ST Entertainment. He had a charismatic yet soft aura that drew all the girls on audition day. Immediately, the entertainment company knew that Taehee would become part of their label.

However, it took him a good 5 years before the company decided that he was ready for debut. It was within this time that he learned how to avoid the entertainment industry's sleazy business practices, develop a strong image, and maintain constant motivation for debut. You could say he subconsciously preparing to he a leader by trying to himself afloat for 5 years.

Once he finally got to debut, Taehee was chosen to be the leader of the group. Although Hansol seemed like the more obvious choice, Hansol thought that Taehee would be a better fit since Taehee already knew a lot about the entertainment industry due to his experience. Besides, he was the only one who was mature and emotionally-equipped to lead a group.

As for Taehee's abilities, his strongest suit is his singing. While he wasn't the strongest singer at the start of his training, he ended up become one of the best vocalists in the company. His voice has a unique color that radiates smoothness with a hint of attitude. He's able to hit high notes, but he's a lot better at belting -- especially when he's feeling emotional.

Perhaps this is the reason that Taehee excels in elegant concepts. His graceful movements along with his princely facial expressions make him the star on the stage. Think of songs such as "I'm in Trouble" by NU'EST, "Blue Flame" by ASTRO, and "Not By the Moon" by GOT7. It's like he belongs on an icy throne in a golden palace.

Surprise, surprise: he gets the most lines in their songs. Usually it's not by a lot, but sometimes ST gives some of Biho's lines to Taehee (much to the everyone's dismay). He's never comfortable singing those lines and tries to negotiate to give Biho more lines, but it doesn't always work. He gets quite the backlash for it, but unfortunately it's out of his control.

When interacting with fans, Taehee is usually very warm and kind. He's constantly asking about everyone's health and well-being, nagging fans to keep themselves at top priority. He doesn't want fans to ruin their lives because of their love for him and his group. He's also very earnest and mature, almost like a guardian angel to his fans. Wherever they go, his heart is always with them.

In the group, he's basically the dad. He's always looking out for the other members (yes, even Yooha). Just like his fans, his members' well-being is top priority. In lives, you'll probably see him in the background cooking food, cleaning dorms, and or scolding the other members for doing dumb things (that last reason is why he's also very likely to appear in crack videos).

However, he appears most often in "sassy moment compilations" because of his reactions. Taehee has even gone viral because he just straight up rolled his eyes at a variety show when they asked him uncomfortable questions and threw not-so-subtle shade. From then on, he's been dubbed as the "sassy king".

For side projects, his main path is acting. Taehee is a really good actor who played the main male lead in a critically acclaimed K-Drama. He played the sly but sweet love interest in a historical drama. The audience are always amazed at his ability to adapt to the time period so accurately.... it's almost as if he's lived there himself?

Role: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Vocalist

Originally, Yooha has started off as a model. However, staff from ST Entertainment saw Yooha and thought that his visuals would be perfect for the kpop business. They offered their business card to him and he decided to try out for fun. Fortunately, he nailed his audition and was admitted as a trainee immediately.

Yooha was the last person to join the company and had the shortest training time (1 year). His sudden arrival and decision to debut with the group created a rift between him and the other members. Taehee thought it was unfair that Yooha could debut with minimal training while Hansol was worried that Yooha's addition would affect the group's dynamic (in areas like line distribution, dance formation, etc).

However, he and the other members were forced to resolve their issues when he became Taehee's roommate at their dorm. Since it was Taehee's job to lead the group (including Yooha), the two had no choice but to bond.

Now before y'all yell at me that Yooha isn't main rapper material, just know that I had to give the position to someone. Secondly, Yooha has an alluring and deep voice voice that was perfect for rap. Also, he is really good at rapping in various beats and experiments with different flows. While he can do fast raps, he prefers to make ones that have a distinct rhythm and leave a lasting impact on the audience.

However, Yooha hadn't planned to debut as the group's rapper. His original role being the main dancer, but he jokingly rapped in an pre-debut interview and everyone fell in love with his voice. From that, ST Entertainment thought it would be best to make Yooha the rapper instead.

In fan interactions, Yooha is very slick and flirty. Whether it's in fanmeet, lives, or concerts, Yooha knows exactly how to steal the hearts of his fans. Just one wink is enough to make the entire stadium swoon over him.

However, he's also the crackhead of the group. If you search for the group's "crackhead moment compilations", 80% of the video will involve Yooha somehow. In fact, it's these moments that really boost his popularity within the group and skyrocket him to the 2nd most popular member in the group.

Sometimes, he manages to pull one over Taehee and becomes the most popular member. How does this happen? Well, whenever the group has a "bad boy"/sexy concept comeback, Yooha absolutely dominates the stage. Think of songs such as "Want" by Taemin, "7th Sense" by NCT U, and "Love Killa" by Monsta X. The sexy concept was made for him, so it's no surprise when everyone in the comments section thirsts over him. It's just enough to put him over the edge against Taehee in fan voting.

He also has the most risque outfits. Yooha has an amazing body and he knows it, so why keep it hidden? His wardrobe is filled with experimental pieces that show of his abs, forearms, and everything in between. It's the reason why he's voted "Best Dressed" on every voting app.

Yooha is also a smooth dancer. His fluidity and confidence amplifies his sex appeal on stage, which often causes fans to confuse him as the group's main dancer. He's also has killer facial expressions that maintain his striking stage presence, making it impossible to keep your eyes off of him.

When Yooha isn't rocking the stage, you'll probably see him on magazines and commercial shoots. Photographers just can't get enough of his visuals, so they constantly bring him back for more modeling. He'll even dabble his feet in web dramas, but it doesn't last for long due to the scheduling conflicts between the web dramas and his music career.

Position: Main Dancer, Main Vocalist, Producer, Face of the Group

Hansol started his music journey long before ST Entertainment. He had been creating music as early as elementary school (mainly him bashing wooden sticks on the table and strumming rubber bands). However, he really got to develop his passion on high school-- where he dedicated his time towards music production and music theory.

Thus, Hansol had his own YouTube channel where he created covers of different artists and snippets of songs that he created on his own. From that, he amassed a small following of 25K subscribers. This audience attracted ST Entertainment, who took a liking to his videos and asked him whether he wanted to be a trainee. Hansol gladly took the offer.

Hansol was the 2nd member to join ST and trained for 3 years. Although the company had given him the opportunity to debut immediately, Hansol wanted to wait until he reached his full potential.

While Hansol originally was the leader of the group (since he already had a fairly stable music presence), he had to product all their music. This ate up leadership time, which Hansol was having difficulty in managing. Besides, he thought that Taehee was more mature than him and thought Taehee would do a better job as a leader. Hansol ended up handing the leader role to Taehee before debut.

Hansol's production has been praised by critics, fans, and other producers. His vision for the song helps the group distinguish themselves from the other acts in the entertainment industry and create their own identities as a group. Sometimes he writes songs with Biho (or by himself) to better convey his emotions onto their group's album.

Hansol is the group's ace: he can sing, dance, and even rap. He's equally talented at singing and dancing, so he decided to take main positions for both skills. In his singing, Hansol has a high-pitched voice that makes it easy for him to hit high notes and belt to his heart's content. In fact, many of his lines in the songs are his adlibs (which give the song that extra spice).

Hansol's dancing style is sharp and energetic. There's a lot of power in his movements with playful facial expressions (in contrast to Yooha's powerful, sexy style). This allows him to steal the spotlight when the group has a playful and upbeat comback (think "Energetic" by Wanna One, "Sha La La" by Pentagon, and "BBUSYEO" by ONEUS). His bright grin is enough to light up the entire stadium while keeping fans engaged throughout the performance.

The group's debut turned out pretty successful thanks the Hansol's YouTube fanbase. With his enlarged presence, Hansol is the "Face of the Group"-- the most recognizable member to the general public. While he isn't the most popular within his group's fans, Hansol is the most liked across the general public.

Hansol's personality around fans is very bubbly. He loves playing up his cute, boyish charms to win over the fans (especially when they drool over Yooha). There's a lot of winking, heart signs, pouting, and hugs whenever Hansol interacts with his fans.

Within the group, Hansol is the baby. Although he isn't the youngest, he acts the most immature. He's always nagging the other members and trying to prove his manliness, but it's more like a puppy trying to intimidate a pack of wolves.

For side projects, Hansol would have a solo debut. He'd produce all the music on his album while collaborating with Biho for songwriting. Since it's his solo career, Hansol would have much more creative control-- allowing him to fully explore every corner of his artistry. He plans to continues his solo career long after the group disbands too.

Position: Lead Vocalist, Rapper, Songwriter, Visual, Maknae

Biho was the 3rd member to join ST Entertainment. Out of the 4, he was the only one who submitted a formal audition tape to ST Entertainment and got accepted through the traditional audtion process. What made his audtion special was that he performed his own song-- a love song to his future lover. The judges absolutely loved his vibe and voice, so they couldn't pass this opportunity.

When Biho became a trainee, he always felt insecure about his skills. Even though he was talented, Biho was training with the likes of Taehee and Hansol, who were already experienced and seasoned professionals. Biho thought he'd be holding his group back, but the other members assured him that his presence made a significant impact on the group.

And honestly, it really did because Biho wrote most of their songs. His lyrics were both thought-provoking and poetic. He was never afraid of writing music about the things on his mind (whether it was love, fear, anger, or sadness). However, editing the lyrics took a lot of time as Biho only wanted to make the best content for his fans. Sometimes he lets Hansol write music with him.

Biho's strength lies in his singing (like most of the other members). His voice is soft and breathy, almost like a lullaby wrapping you in a soft blanket. No matter how you're feeling, Biho's voice is guaranteed to calm your nerves and take to your safe place.

Biho is also known for his looks. Although Yooha is the group's top model, Biho's face is the perfect canvas for all types of makeup styles. Although he doesn't realize it, fans love the duality between his soft persona and his darker one. Many are surprised that Biho is able to make the switch for sexier concepts and absolutely die when he does.

However, Biho shines the most with soft boy concepts. It's the image that he's had for the longest and is most comfortable with. Besides, the more thoughtful and heartfelt songs are where his lyrics get to shine through-- making him extra happy. For reference, the best examples of soft boy songs that suits Biho would be "Spring Day" by BTS, "Don't Wanna Cry" by SEVENTEEN, "Blue Hour" by TXT.

In fan interactions, Biho is extremely warm and a tad bit shy. He's always blushing when fans compliment him and showers his fans with a bunch of love in return. He likes to take his fans' hands and sincerely thank them for their support because his group would be nothing without them.

In fact, Biho is the most likely to get emotional while performing. The fact that there are so many people who are willing to listen to his music and his message is something that he could barely dream of. He will be forever indebted to their kindness, which is why he tries go provide his fans with all a lot of content (lives, Q+As, pop-up fansigns).

In the group, Biho isn't much different. In fact, he's the member whose idol persona matches his real personality the most. He's always cheering hisnother members from the side and gushing about how amazing they are. Sometimes he likes to throw an occasional jab at Yooha though (especially when Yooha is feeling himself too much).

For side projects, Biho is working on a book! He already has a collect of poems that was published, which has recieved high praise from critics and other poets. He also spends time writing songs for other groups, especially ones that come from small, poor companies.

[unbridgeabledistances]

Prompt: mickey is walking with Franny when Terry shows up. Mickey protects Franny. Franny runs home where ian and family are and shouts that a man is hurting uncle mickey. Basically hurt mickey, protective ian. Ian conforting Mickey afterwards!

anon this is so GOOD !!! i LOVE some mickey & franny content, plus gallavich comfort :’) this is somewhat intense and got way too long lol, but the whole thing was so fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3

also my asks are open for more prompts! (since i am on winter break & bored out of my mind lol)

& ofc, tw for homophobia and physical violence

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“C’mon kiddo! Bet you can’t catch me!”

“Yes, Uncle Mickey, yes I can!”

The sun was beating down onto the slushy pavement of the South Side, reflecting off the gritty late-winter snow that remained on the sides of the road and nearly blinding Mickey as he tried to lightly jog down the slippery sidewalk, just outside of Franny’s reach. Franny, who was a tottering bundle in her thick winter coat, a scratchy-looking red woolen scarf Tami had given her for Christmas, and a pink sparkly winter hat Debbie had forced over her ears before Mickey took her outside to play, was running as fast as she could to stay on Mickey’s heels.

Mickey hadn’t meant to take Franny as far away from the Gallagher house, into the winding South Side neighborhoods, as he had—Debbie was having some sort of meltdown about her business going to shit after a situation with organic snacks and climbing out a window (Mickey wasn’t even going to ask)—and sensing tensions were high, Mickey had pulled Franny out the back door to run around and play “gangsters,” her new favorite game, with the toy guns he’d gotten her for Christmas. They were going to stick to playing in the backyard, mostly because it was fucking freezing and almost dark outside, until Franny was about to encroach on Mickey’s fictional gang’s territory under the porch stairs, and of course Mickey couldn’t have that—so now they were racing through the streets, with Franny giggling and practically tripping over her own clunky winter boots every few steps.

“Is that all you’ve got, Wonder Woman? Come and get me!” Mickey called to Franny over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna get you! I will, Uncle Mickey!”

Mickey chuckled as he kept running, and felt his heart soften. As shitty as he’d always been with kids, and how often he always froze in panic anytime he’d had to take care of Yev back in the day, he had to admit that goofing around with Franny was pretty fucking fun.

And that also just made him depressed, because he knew that she was going to grow up surrounded by all of this bullshit—the dysfunctional family, Frank’s shenanigans, the drugs and beat downs, the mom with an ankle bracelet. Right now, Franny was just a kid—the neighborhood hadn’t taken its toll on her yet.

Luckily, Mickey didn’t have shit to do all day—he barely had a job aside from security for Kev and V’s practically non-existent pot side business, so he had plenty of time to play with Franny. If he could do anything with his life right now, he could make sure that Franny had some happy memories to cut through all the bullshit life was inevitably about to throw to her.

Mickey continued to run, lost in thought, until Franny caught up to him and sharply tugged on the back of his coat.

“I win, Uncle Mickey, I win! Now I’m gonna blow your face off!” Franny said with a playful scowl as she held up her toy gun.

Mickey chuckled and put his hands up in the air in resignation, turning to face Franny. “Alright, kid, you got me. Nice work.”

He held his hand out for Franny to high-five, which she gave willingly before pulling off her sparkly pink hat and throwing it on the ground.

“I’m too hot. Uncle Mickey, can we go home now? I think I know the way back.”

Mickey ruffled her hair. “Sounds good, kiddo. Lead the way.”

Just as they were about to start walking in the direction of the Gallagher house, a gruff voice came from behind them, mingling with the blowing wind.

“Mickey?”

Oh fuck.

Mickey turned around slowly, giving a quick mental prayer to whatever god that existed, if god even did fucking exist, that the voice he heard wasn’t the one he thought he had.

In the end, it was as bad as his worst nightmare.

Terry stood six feet in front of him on the ice-caked sidewalk, a lit cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth (just like it always was), his hands visibly curled into fists by his sides. Mickey took in a sharp breath, and tried to quell the wave of panic overtaking him. Calm the fuck down. Mickey tried to remember the checklist of what he always had to do when he saw his dad, a survival tactic he hadn’t had to think about for months: Keep your eyes down. See if you can smell alcohol. Look at his waistline and see if he has a gun.

Mickey’s eyes flickered to Terry’s pockets. No gun, thank fucking god. He slowly reached out behind him to take Franny’s tiny gloved hand, mentally cursing himself for letting them walk this far from home. Then he looked Terry in the eyes and swallowed. You can do this.

“Hiya, pops. What’re you doing over here on this beautiful Tuesday afternoon?”

Terry’s eyes narrowed, his stance still aggressive, but he remained rooted a safe distance away. “Don’t make fucking small talk with me, fairy boy.” He paused and took a drag of his cigarette. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you around here.”

“Well, I guess today’s your lucky day. About time for a family reunion.”

Terry gave a bitter, menacing chuckle that sent a shiver of remembrance down Mickey’s spine. “Who’s the kid?”

“Uh. It’s Debbie’s kid.” My niece, he bit back. My husband’s sister’s daughter.

Franny looked up at Mickey, not in confusion but in wide-eyed understanding. Franny was only five, sure, but she wasn’t stupid; she’d seen her fair share of violent shit go down on the street in front of her, and she knew what aggression looked like—what it looked like when someone was about to attack. Mickey looked back at her, and ever-so-slightly raised his eyebrows in what he hoped was a warning. Get ready to run, kid.

“Huh.” Terry threw his cigarette butt on the ground, slowly grinding the ash into the slush with the toe of his shoe. “Funny that you’re out here with her, all on your own. No one else on the street, not for blocks.”

Mickey exhaled, attempting to still his racing heart. On a different day, when he wasn’t so caught off guard by Terry’s presence, he would have ended this here and now; pulled a gun and put a bullet right through his father’s homophobic skull. But Terry was right—there was no one outside for miles, no one stirring behind the curtains of the houses lining the streets, no one to call for help if Terry physically overpowered him and kicked the life out of him. And Franny was still holding his hand.

“Yeah, well. We’re just goin’ for a walk. And we’re gonna head back now, if you’re… done.”

Terry held Mickey’s gaze, unblinking. When he spoke, his voice was low and ice cold. “When the fuck was I ever done with you?”

It all happened in an instant, but also in terrifyingly smooth slow motion—Terry charged at Mickey, fists raised, skidding across the ice in a blur.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you, you deformed excuse for a Milkovich!”

Terry was seething with the same fiery anger as when he flipped the table at Yevgeny’s christening, the night he found out that Mickey was gay—as he raced across the pavement, all Mickey could do was think about how to get Franny out of here before his father’s fist connected with his face. He gently shoved Franny behind him towards the sidewalk leading to the Gallagher house.

“Go, Franny, go!” He choked out, before Terry thrust a punch to his stomach and Mickey doubled over, kneeling on the damp sidewalk.

Terry’s shadow hovered over Mickey, and he knelt down, grabbing the hair at the scruff of Mickey’s neck. Mickey could smell his breath, all stale cigarettes and burnt coffee, like it had been for the past thirty years of his life.

“Been waiting a long time for this,” Terry said through his teeth. Mickey gathered every ounce of strength that he could— thank you, Kev Fit membership— and crashed his own head into his father’s, toppling him over and pinning him down. He quickly glanced over his shoulder, and saw Franny’s bootprints leading down the street, saw a flash of a red scarf turning the final corner a few blocks down. Thank god.

Terry squirmed under Mickey’s iron grip on his wrists. “Get off me, assfucker!”

“Sorry, Dad, no can do.” Mickey could almost grin. All he had to do was knock his dad out cold, and this whole thing could be over—

Out of nowhere Terry’s right arm broke free, striking Mickey’s side and toppling him onto the pavement.

“I’ve got you now,” Terry drawled, and that was the last thing Mickey heard before Terry’s boot stuck into his side and he saw stars.

**

The sun had almost set beneath the clouds, casting a warm glow through the front windows of the Gallagher house. Ian and Carl sat in the living room, engaged in particularly immersive debate about the accuracy of cop drama TV shows in an attempt to drown out Debbie’s continued melodrama of reading her bad Yelp reviews.

“Nah, man, I’m telling you, there’s no way an EMT would actually get to the scene that quickly anyways—"

There was a soft series of frantic knocks at the front door, so gentle Ian barely would have heard it if the TV volume wasn’t turned to a low hum. Ian sprang up and swung the front door open to… Franny?

A tear-stained, snow-soaked Franny, with matted hair and a scarf hanging half off her neck.

“Uncle Ian! Uncle Ian, we have to go help Uncle Mickey!”

What the fuck?

“Franny, what’s the matter?” Ian tried to gently guide her inside out of the cold, but Franny stomped her boots and shoved Ian’s hand away.

“We have to go now Uncle Ian! A man is hitting Uncle Mickey! We have to go quick!”

Ian froze. Shit. There were plenty of people who wanted an excuse to beat the crap out of Mickey, most of whom Mickey could take— but regardless, Ian didn’t want anyone fucking up Mickey’s parole.

“Oh, shit. Okay. Franny, can you take me to Uncle Mickey?”

Franny fervently nodded. “He’s up the street. I was chasing him when we were playing.”

Ian turned to call over his shoulder. “Hey, can anyone help me back Mickey up in a fight with some dude?”

Carl put his hands up in resignation. “Don’t look at me, man. I should be a mile away from any instance of Mickey breaking his parole.”

Sandy darted into the living room, from the kitchen where she had been consoling Debbie. “Mickey’s in a fight?”

“Apparently. He was playing with Franny down the road and now Franny’s back here.”

Sandy looked at the disheveled Franny standing in the doorway. “Shit. I’ll grab my shoes.”

“Uncle Ian, we have to go now!”

“Okay, we’re coming Franny. Lead the way.”

**

Franny guided them down the sidewalk, the three of them casting dark shadows onto the roadside piles of snow as the sun disappeared beneath the clouds. “This way!”

Ian didn’t really know what he was expecting to see as they turned the final corner, the street almost totally enveloped in darkness— maybe Mickey pinning some guy up against a wall, or in the back of a cop car. But he was certainly not prepared to see Mickey as a static heap sprawled on the sidewalk, while the unmistakable figure of Terry Milkovich stood above him, pummeling Ian’s husband.

Sandy noticed Terry’s presence before Ian could even react to what was going on. “Uh, Franny, hey, can you walk back to the house please?”

Before he knew what he was doing, Ian’s feet were sprinting down the street. “Terry! Get the FUCK off of him!”

Ian could barely register his body’s movements as he smashed his fist into Terry’s nose and tackled him to the ground. Terry spit in Ian’s face. “Fucking Gallagher!”

Ian hit Terry once again, keeping him pinned down. He struck him over and over, not stopping to process if he was even moving, or breathing, or fighting back.

“Hey! Everyone calm the fuck down!”

Ian looked up over his shoulder—Sandy was standing above them, pointing a gun directly at Terry, whose face was now bashed and bloody.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, my dear Uncle Terry,” Sandy said in a sickly-sweet voice that didn’t match her iron gaze. “Ian’s going to get off of you, and you’re going to stand up and walk down the street back to your shithole house. And you’re going to watch your fucking back, because you never know when I could decide to come home one night while you’re asleep and make you regret everything you did this evening. Are we clear?”

Terry’s eyes narrowed, panting as he stayed pinned beneath Ian. “Those Gallagher queers got you too, huh?”

Sandy cocked the gun even more aggressively in Terrys direction, her thumb teasing the safety.

“That’s not how it works, dumbass. Unlike some pieces of garbage in this neighborhood, the Gallagher family actually cares about each other. Now—are we clear?”

Terry scowled at Ian, and gave a curt nod. “Get the fuck off me, fag.”

Ian didn’t budge. “Sandy, no,” Ian snarled.

“Ian, we’ll deal with him later.”

Ian looked up at Sandy, who met his eyes with an expectant gaze, still holding the gun directly at Terry. It took every ounce of strength Ian had to kneel and rise from the ground—it would be so easy to knock Terry out, to tell Sandy to pull to trigger, to put all the pain he’d caused behind them. To finally feel safe.

Terry immediately stood, and looked at Mickey on the ground, practically unconscious and his blood mingling with the snow. Terry opened his mouth to say some final retort— but Sandy clicked off the safety of the gun, steadily pointing it in his direction, and Terry promptly closed his mouth again. He turned and walked away.

Ian was immediately at Mickey’s side. “Fuck, Mickey, fuck.” Ian choked out. “Hey, look at me.”

Mickey had definitely hit his head, hard—there was a gash on his forehead dripping blood down his face, just like the night of Yevgeny’s christening when they’d watched Terry be forced into the back of a cop car. He looked up at Ian, his eyes drifting in and out of focus. Ian quickly scanned the rest of Mickey’s body—aside from a few solid kicks to the ribs, his head injury seemed to be the only major issue. Ian gently ran a hand through his hair.

“Mickey, hey, can you stand up? We’ve gotta get you home.”

First, get Mickey home— only then could Ian actually let himself process everything that had happened, and swallow down the bile rising from his stomach. First, Mickey had to be safe.

Sandy leaned over next to Ian. “Do you think we’re gonna have to carry him?”

“Uh, yeah I think so. Can you grab his legs?”

**

Mickey forced his heavy eyelids open, hazy and disoriented. He blinked, trying to clear the sleep out of his eyes. The blurry outlines of he and Ian’s bedroom, cloaked in darkness, slowly came into focus. He could feel the scratchy crocheted blanket on top of him, but aside from that his limbs were so heavy and numb he could barely move. A dull pain throbbed in the back of his head. Fuck.

“You awake?”

Ian was curled next to him in bed, not touching any part of Mickey’s aching body but leaning in close, nearly a centimeter away. Ian’s hand reached up and gently wiped a damp piece of hair off of Mickey’s forehead. Mickey winced.

“Sorry. How d’you feel?”

“I’ve definitely felt better,” Mickey croaked. “What time is it?”

“Almost 1 a.m. You’ve been out for a few hours,” Ian replied in a low voice.

“Shit.” Mickey closed his eyes. They were silent in the darkness for a few moments, but Mickey could feel Ian’s eyes on him. “My head fuckin’ hurts. What’s your prognosis, doc?”

“You definitely have a concussion. It probably won’t be a big deal in a week or two. You don’t need stitches or anything, though. And I did some EMT magic on your ribs, which mostly just means I put ice on them while you were sleeping.”

Mickey smirked, his eyes still closed—partially from the headache, but partially because he didn’t want to look Ian in the eyes yet. “Franny okay?”

“Yeah, she’s all good.”

“And, uh. Terry?”

He could feel Ian stiffen beside him. “Probably at home, being the same lowlife asshole he always has been. Sandy pulled a gun on him.”

Mickey opened his eyes, and could see through the darkness that Ian’s own eyes looked puffy and worn. It killed him to see Ian suffering, once again, because of him— it felt like they were always battling something at every turn, sure, but in Mickey’s case, it was almost always Terry they were fighting against.

“Fuck. When I’m less tired, and my body feels less like shit, remind me to go kill him, yeah?”

Ian laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I almost tried that tactic myself. I think Sandy scared the shit out of him, though. We’ll figure out what to do if he… acts up again.”

Mickey knew it was a lot more complicated than that, and that in the morning he would probably be seething and grabbing his guns and marching down to Terry’s house with fire in his eyes, but they didn’t need to dwell on that right now. Right now it was quiet, and Ian’s body was pressed against his, and Mickey was wrapped in a warm blanket in a bed with his husband. They were safe.

“I’ve thought I’d lost you thousands of times, Mick, but tonight really scared me” Ian softly whispered, cutting through the silence. “I thought… I don’t know, when I saw you on the sidewalk, I thought after all the shit your dad has said, I might’ve been too late.”

Mickey took a sharp breath in, making his ribs sting, while Ian kept talking.

“When you were in jail, or in Mexico, I knew you were always out there, and I guess knowing that always kept me going. But knowing I could have lost you again tonight—I don’t know, it scared the shit out of me,” Ian said, his voice breaking.

Mickey mustered all the strength he had, and slightly shifted his weight onto his left side to face Ian, whose eyes were glassy. Beneath all of Ian’s macho shit the past few weeks, it was so easy to look at him and forget that he was still also that tired, scared kid from the South Side that Mickey met ten years ago, one who didn’t know if good things could be permanent or if other people could stick around. Mickey put his hand up to Ian’s face, running his thumb up and down his cheekbone.

“Hey. C’mere.”

Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey—gently at first, like he was gliding his fingers over something precious, and then fully wrapping his arms around him, and burying his face in the hair on top of Mickey’s head. Mickey could feel Ian’s heartbeat through his thin t-shirt, feel the warmth radiating off of his biceps that encircled him. Ian pressed a kiss to the top of Mickey’s head, where his forehead met his hairline.

“I’m here, Gallagher,” Mickey whispered into Ian’s skin. “I’m not going anywhere. No one’s gonna change that shit.”