#both sticks drift really bad but i could ignore that

[ageless-aislynn]

Chief knows what you need when you’re sick: something warm to drink, some tissues and, of course, some Halo. 🤧💖

[wheeboo]

just a roommate thing | kim mingyu

SYNOPSIS. in which playful flirting between you and your roommate has always been the norm, but how does that help with how you really feel towards him? PAIRING. kim mingyu x gn!reader (ft. seokmin) GENRE. fluff, humour?, roommates (and prob idiots) to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, slightly suggestive, just... flirting?, reader is shorter than him, mingyu is shirtless, reader is referred as "princess" once, mentioned that reader is wearing makeup, reader dislikes pizza for the sake of plot sorry to my pizza lovers HAHAHA, reader is gender neutral but they briefly compare themselves to another girl, kissing WORD COUNT. 5.2k

requested by anon: Hii, I wanna request a Mingyu fic where him and reader are roomies and they’re very lovey dovey ig but “jokingly”. But then reader is like trying to go on dates and stuff and Mingyus jealous💀 idk man

notes: this was actually a random request that i started months ago and suddenly decided i wanted to finish RIGHT NOW when i was scrolling thru drafts. no idea if the anon who sent this remembers this but um... yeah ! lowk turned out a bit of a mess i think this plot sounded better in my head, enjoy nonetheless :')

You like to think that being roommates with Kim Mingyu is both a blessing and a curse.

You used to believe that having your very first roommate straight up abandon you at the very beginning of the semester was something you could pull off with, because you'd rather be living alone than living with someone you can hardly vibe with. It worked for a while, until the housing department paired you with Kim Mingyu: tall, obnoxiously handsome, ridiculously muscular for seriously no goddamn reason at all, annoyingly charming, and a goofy smile that could light up a room.

Any person would probably kill to be in your place right now, but sometimes you think you'd rather trade places with the pigeons outside your window. Mingyu wasn't a bad roommate𑁋far from it, actually. He kept the apartment spotless, never hogged the bathroom, and even cooks mean late-night ramen whenever you both are drowning in deadlines.

But the problem was, Mingyu was also excruciatingly touchy. Not in a creepy way, but more like a human koala bear who couldn't seem to function without some form of physical contact. Whether it was ruffling your hair as you walked past him, casually draping his arm over your shoulder while watching a movie together, or sneaking up behind you to give you a surprise bear hug while you cooked, there was a line between friendly and... something more.

It was comfortable, almost too comfortable. You told yourself it was just a roommate thing, just a Mingyu thing𑁋that you were both really good friends who happened to be a little more affectionate than most. But you seriously want to smack his head sometimes. And maybe your own too, even if you secretly like the attention. Because deep down, you know there's nothing casual about the way you feel about Mingyu.

But lately, for God's sake, you don't know how much more you can handle.

"Need any help with that?" Mingyu's voice snatches your attention from your aimless stirring of some cookie dough, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull.

Here he is. Kim Mingyu in all his glory𑁋shirtless with a towel in-hand dabbing at his dripping strands of hair, his tan skin glistening with droplets of water from the shower. You try your best to keep your gaze focused on the cookie dough in front of you, trying to ignore the way his damp hair sticks to his forehead and how the sight of his abs are practically boring into your soul, but that's easier said than done.

Your throat tightens, and you let out a cough.

"Yeah, um...." You let your eyes drift down to the plain-looking batter of cookie dough in front of you. "Can you grab some chocolate chips from the pantry?"

Mingyu just raises a brow, throwing the towel over his shoulder. "Sure thing, princess."

You feel your cheeks burn unpleasantly at the playful nickname, and you mutter a quick thanks as he saunters past, the scent of his shampoo trailing behind him. You focus back on stirring, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the way your fingers fumble against the spoon.

He returns with a bag of chocolate, and as he leans over to pour some into the bowl, your arms brushing lightly. A jolt shoots through you, and you almost drop the spoon. He pauses, eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before you get yourself back to mixing the dough again.

"Here, let me help you," Mingyu offers, his hand brushing against yours as he reaches over to try to grab the spoon from your grasp. You can practically feel the warmth of his body radiating through his bare arm.

You let out a scoff, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. "I can handle it, Gyu."

He just chuckles, and the sound seems to send shivers down your spine.

"Nonsense," he insists adamantly, tone playful but there's a pinch of softness in there too. "Two hands are twice as fast, right?"

You roll your eyes in slight annoyance, but a small smile tugs at your lips nonetheless.

"More like twice as messy." Yet you end up surrendering the spoon to him anyway, because simply saying no to him is a strenuous thing to do over anything else. His hand meets yours halfway, fingers touching against your knuckles as he snatches the whisk from your hands.

The heat from his hand lingers even after he pulls away, and you find yourself unable to tear your gaze from him, mesmerised by the way his biceps flex, the way his hair falls in messy dark strands across his forehead, the way his lips curve as he focuses on whisking in a way that's both infuriating and endearing.

But amidst this, you can't help but feel the nagging feeling settling at the pit of your stomach.

"So, what's the occasion?" Mingyu's voice interrupts your thoughts, pulling you back to reality.

You blink, momentarily caught off guard by the question. "Huh?"

Mingyu chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I mean, you don't usually bake cookies on a random Wednesday night. Is there something special going on?"

You swallow, feeling your mind draw a blank, trying to come up with a nonchalant answer. "Oh, you know... just felt like baking."

Mingyu just scoffs, clearly not buying your words. "Come on, Y/N. You're a terrible liar."

God, how can he always see right through you? Does he have some sort of sixth sense? And yet, even despite the discomfort of being so transparent, there's a strange sense of comfort in knowing that Mingyu can see you for who you truly are, except for the one thing you want him to notice about you.

"Fine." You give in, running a slightly frustrated hand through your hair. "It's... Seokmin."

For just a single, most miniscule moment, Mingyu pauses.

"Seokmin?"

You swear you can feel your feet sinking into quicksand. "The guy from my history class, remember? He... uh, I asked him out the other day."

Mingyu's whisking slows down as he processes your words, and you can see a flicker of something in his eyes. But before you can dwell on it further, he masks it with a faint smirk.

"You asked him out?" he asks, as if still trying to wrap his head around it.

"Yeah, I..." You seriously want to sew your mouth shut right now. "I thought I would, um, you know... put myself out there for once."

You watch as Mingyu throws another handful of chocolate chips into the batter, a little more forcefully this time, the clatter against the metal bowl echoing in the sudden silence. You find yourself unable to tear your gaze away from the way his jaw clenches and unclenches.

"So," he continues, seemingly unfazed. "what did he say?"

You hesitate, watching as his hands work the dough, mind whirling with confusion and caution.

"He... um, he said yes."

"Huh," Mingyu murmurs, tone teasing. "And here I thought I was the only one who got to enjoy your company."

His words jab at your heart, a pang of guilt twisting around in your stomach, but you try to brush it off with a forced chuckle.

"You know you're irreplaceable, Gyu."

Mingyu's gaze flickers to yours, and for a moment, you catch a glimpse of... something in his eyes. But before you can decipher it, he offers you a tight-lipped smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Right," he replies casually. "I'm glad you think so."

Mingyu is wearing one of your hoodies.

Sure, you've worn a couple hoodies and sweatshirts that he has given to you out of practicality as they were really oversized and comfortable. But here, in the middle of your kitchen, highlighted under the warm glow of the overhead light and the aroma of cooked ramen, seeing Mingyu draped in your favourite oversized, white hoodie felt awfully intimate, and it brings that overwhelming flutter to your chest.

"Hey," he greets you when you walk in. "How was the date?"

You can still hardly believe what you're seeing right now, gaze staring at the way the fabric seems to cling at this broad frame, and your own lips doesn't seem to be functioning correctly.

"It was, uh... it was good," You manage to stammer out, feeling heat creep up your cheeks and forcing your gaze away from the way Mingyu rolls up his sleeves. "He liked the cookies."

"He liked the cookies?" Mingyu raises an amused brow, leaning against the counter with a casual ease that throws your already flustered mind into further disarray.

You shrug, feeling like your burying yourself down into an inescapable hole. "Yeah, he did. We, uh, had a meal at the park, talked for a while, the usual stuff, you know."

Some silence stretches between you, filled with the soft sizzle of the ramen and the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. You watch the way Mingyu twirls the noodles around a pair of chopsticks, before shutting off the heat of the stove.

"Are you wearing my hoodie?" You ask as he's taking a sip of the soup, the question tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop it. "I swear I've been looking for that one for ages."

Mingyu looks down at himself as if he remembering what he's wearing, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips, and he scratches the back of his neck in a gesture that's so uniquely him𑁋it makes your heart ache.

"I... forgot to do my laundry, and it was the first thing I could find," he admits, then takes a sip of the ramen, eyes meeting yours briefly before dropping back down to the bowl. "Looks comfy on me, though, doesn't it?"

He wasn't wrong. It usually engulfed you, but it hung loosely on Mingyu's bigger frame, the sleeves pushed up past his elbows to reveal his strong forearms.

"Well," You say, clearing your throat. "I wouldn't mind having it back, actually. It's my favourite."

"Yeah?" he tests playfully, raising a mischievous eyebrow. "I don't know, it looks pretty good on me."

You watch as he flexes his arm playfully, making the fabric of the hoodie stretch across his bicep. You can't help but let out a small, choked laugh, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest despite yourself.

"Oh, come on," You fret, trying to keep your voice light. "You got plenty of hoodies, dude."

But Mingyu just takes another casual sip of his ramen, his expression calm.

"Maybe," he says finally. "But this one smells good. It smells like you."

You freeze up. It smells... like me? Well, obviously, it fucking does𑁋

"Just bring it back to me when you're done with it," You say almost lamely, unsure if you wanted to laugh or flee to your room and hide.

"I mean, if you want it so bad I can take it off right no𑁋"

"No! Don't do that. Oh my gosh," You shoot a glare towards him, pursing your lips together tightly at the sight of him reaching for the ends of the hoodie like he was actually about to take it off... right in front of you. "You know what? I'm tired. Goodnight."

You're already marching off to your room in the middle of Mingyu bringing another mouthful of ramen into his mouth.

"Hey!" he calls out to you, nearly spitting out noodles in the process. "Where's my goodnight hug?"

You freeze at that in the middle of your doorway. Seriously, are you really in this deep to the point that you've made it a habit to hug each other before going to bed?

You hardly register Mingyu coming up from behind once you turn around to see him. His mouth is drooped into a pout, eyes half-lidded as he gazes at you expectantly. It’s ridiculous how effortlessly adorable he looks, and your need to be annoyed at him falters each passing second.

"Fine," You relent, stepping forward to give him a very brief, obligatory hug. But the moment you feel his strong arms wrap around you even more, you know it’s not going to be a quick one.

Mingyu’s warmth seeps through the layers of your clothes and down to your core, and you find yourself relaxing against him, as if it was a natural response for your body to do. He squeezes you a little tighter, letting his chin resting lightly on top of your head. A low sigh escapes him.

"Goodnight, Y/N."

You close your eyes, only for a moment, letting yourself relinquish the way he holds you. It feels like everything you’ve been trying to ignore𑁋all laid bare in the simple act of a hug.

"Goodnight, Gyu."

He pulls back slightly, just enough to look down at you, the features to his face softer than you’ve ever seen it. For a moment, you think he might say something more, because his lips seem to attempt at forming a word, yet nothing comes out. But then he simply smiles, and the seconds finally pass.

"Sleep well," he says quietly, releasing you reluctantly, and giving you a gentle pat on the head before heading back to the kitchen.

You have your next date with Seokmin a week later.

You told Mingyu ahead of time as well, and he reacted the same way as last time𑁋nonchalant, playful, a pinch of tease, an averted gaze down towards his phone, and simply bidding you with a have a good time. It was hard to tell if he was genuinely unbothered or if he was just playing it cool, and the thought sort of irked you the entire day.

After Seokmin dropped you off home, you find yourself standing in front of the door to your place, as if you're trying to laser a hole through it with your eyes. Yet you simply huff a breath, fumble with getting the keys out of your bag and inserting it into the keyhole, before stepping inside.

And the fresh smell of food hits you.

It's really hard to not acknowledge the fact that Mingyu is quite literally a living, breathing chef sleeping in the same apartment as you.

Mingyu turns his head around, noticing you standing in the doorway, and lets his gaze scan over you from head to toe. He could see the bits of extra effort you put into your appearance today that he wasn't able to see earlier as he was out. There was a pink colour that dusted over your cheeks of the blush you probably put, a bit of glimmer to your eyes from some eyeshadow, and your lips glossed with a soft sheen that catches the kitchen light just right.

"Hey," he lets out airily, watching you place your bag on the table. "How was the date?"

You run a hand through your hair. "It was... It was good. Seokmin's really nice. He took me to a pizza place."

Mingyu stills at that for a second, lifting a brow in question. "I thought you don't like pizza."

"Well, yeah, but I said it was fine so𑁋"

"If he was going to take you out on more dates, then he should know what kinds of places you don't like to eat."

"I said I was fine with it, Gyu," You retort a bit harshly, immediately regretting your tone in the silence that instantly engulfs the two of you. "We ended up having a good time anyway."

The sounds of something cooking reverberate throughout your shared place. You watch the way Mingyu stirs something in a large pot with a pair of chopsticks, before taking it out, blowing on it a few times, and taking it into his mouth for a brief taste test.

When he puts the chopsticks back down and kills the heat on the stove, he faces back to you with his hands placed firmly on the counter.

"Did you two do anything else?"

The smell of the food makes your stomach rumble quietly, but you attempt to conceal it with clearing your throat. "What do you mean?"

"Like..." Mingyu motions something with his hands and you could only peer at him quizzically. "Like have you𑁋"

"Are… Are you about to ask me if we kissed?" You nearly want to scoff at that. "Do I look like the kind of person that kisses on the second date?"

Mingyu just laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I don't know. Do you?"

All you do is shrug your shoulders, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. "Well, no, we didn't kiss. We just... talked."

Mingyu seems to take in your words for a second, before nodding slowly. "Okay. That's... That's good."

The way he says it makes you feel a bit uneasy. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly acutely aware of how tired you are, both from the evening and from this conversation. Mingyu glances at you again, something apologetic forming in his eyes.

"Sorry," he says quietly. "I didn't mean to pry. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I know, it's... fine," You reply, though you're not sure if it is. "I'm just tired."

Mingyu gestures over to the pot on the stove. "I made some food if you're hungry."

You walk to the side of the kitchen where he's at, taking a peek inside the pot. "Is it...?"

"Yep!" Mingyu exclaims excitedly and steps up beside you, where you could practically feel his presence lingering right on your skin. "My signature jjajangmyeon. Your favourite."

Your stomach rumbles again, and you swear Mingyu hears it from the way his lips quirk up in a smirk down at you. You almost want to (affectionately) shove that expression off his face, but you don't, because his gaze toward you relaxes when you look back up at him. It's a look that feels familiar, comforting, and slightly intimidating all at once.

You feel your heart clench tightly in your chest.

"I'm starting to think," Seokmin starts, loudly slurping up his cup of boba tea. "that this is a very bad idea."

You grimly shove the straw through the plastic and take a long sip, the flavours from the drink bursting in your mouth as you do so. You hear the loud screech of Seokmin bringing his chair closer to the table.

"I'm starting to think it is too."

Seokmin's eyes widen. "You are?" Then he scoots himself closer to you almost pleadingly. "Does that mean you're gonna tell him?"

"I..." You mentally want to facepalm yourself right now. "I don't know."

"Y/N!"

"I know! I know! I'm a coward!" You bury your face in your arms for a moment, letting out a few muffled groans at the cold surface of the table. "We're literally roommates and it complicates everything! There are times where I feel like there's just something a little... more to us, you know? I mean, do you usually give goodnight hugs to your roommate?"

Seokmin snorts a little at that. "I don't think Minghao would like it if I did that to him."

"Okay, okay. Just𑁋If your roommate wasn't Minghao and someone you liked, would you give them goodnight hugs too?"

You could tell Seokmin is genuinely thinking about the question. His lips purse together in thought, his hand running over the sides of his cup.

"If I liked them, I'd probably find any excuse to be close to them. Like sharing food, doing little favours here and there, wanting to hug them and stuff like that..." Seokmin admits a bit bashfully. "Isn't that what he does to you?"

"Yes, and it's driving me absolutely bonkers. And he... He knows a lot about me, you know? We've had, like, late-night talks and stuff. I've never gotten close with any other person like that. He's just so... ugh!" You glance up at Seokmin with helpless eyes. "Sorry for dragging you into this mess, Seokmin."

Seokmin chuckles lightly. "Hey, I only agreed to be your fake boyfriend because I owed you for saving my grades in class. I didn't realise the extent of how bad this is."

You glare at him playfully at that, lightly swatting him on the arm, but Seokmin just manages to dodge it and swipe your cup of boba tea away from you.

"Okay, but, hypothetically speaking. Let's say he does like you..."

You snatch your drink back and take a long sip, catching a boba pearl between your teeth. "Mhm..."

"And I know the whole point of this was to see if he'll get jealous," Seokmin continues. "but let's say he does like you, wouldn't that mean you're kind of... playing with his feelings?"

Seokmin's words make you pause mid-sip. With the straw between your lips, you contemplate his question as you stare blankly at the swirling boba tea. Playing with Mingyu's feelings𑁋could that really be what you're doing? The whole fake dating plan had started as a test of sorts to see if Mingyu would show any signs of jealousy. But now, as you're sitting here with Seokmin, you're starting to think you might have fucked up a bit. Maybe a lot.

"Because I think from all the details that you told me and how he acts around you," Seokmin pauses and fixes up his posture, looking at you with a lighthearted yet serious expression. "it sounds like he likes you. And if he does, pretending to date me is just going to hurt him. Or confuse him. Or both."

Your mind races with Seokmin's words, and you feel a pang of guilt settling in your chest. "You think so?"

"I think it's pretty obvious, honestly."

"That's not reassuring at all."

"Well, you never know!" Seokmin exclaims. "Look, I'm no love expert. Maybe you two have been pining for each other the entire year but just don't have the guts to say anything about it. And if that's the case, you owe me another free meal, or a few them. You owe me another three free meals!"

You scoff at that before bringing the straw up to your mouth again, hoping that you could drink away the heat blooming within your face.

"Ugh, I'm getting headache𑁋"

"Isn't that Mingyu right there?"

You nearly spit out your drink at that, swearing you could hear the snap of your neck as you bring your head up to where Seokmin is looking with wide eyes. And low and behold, you spot Mingyu entering inside the boba shop.

He's not alone though; he's with a girl.

You feel your heart drop down to your feet as you watch them approach to the ordering counter. They seem comfortable with one another, even if you can't hear what they're saying, their easy smiles and relaxed body language twisting your insides into knots. Mingyu leans in slightly, saying something that makes the girl laugh, and you can't help but notice how effortlessly he charms her, just like he does with everyone.

A tap lands on your shoulder, and you face away to see Seokmin looking at you with worried eyes.

"Do you want to leave?" he mouths to you quietly.

You glance back toward Mingyu and the girl, and the second you see them turning in your direction, you shift uncomfortably in your seat, the chair letting out an earth-shattering squeak.

And you freeze up.

"Y/N?"

You slowly turn around to see Mingyu and the girl approach the table. The first thing you notice is how pretty she looks, her long, flowing hair showering down her shoulders in soft waves. There's a cheery, whimsical aura that you can sense from her, and that seems to be enough to convince yourself that's the kind of personality that Mingyu likes.

"Hey," Mingyu calls out to you again, a smile to his face once he realises it's really you. Briefly, however, his lips seem to straighten out when he shoots a glance toward Seokmin. "I didn't know the two of you came here for your date."

Seokmin laughs a bit too obviously. "Yeah, man, what a coinc𑁋"

"We were just leaving, actually." You swiftly grab Seokmin by the wrist, tugging him toward you. Then you offer nothing but an unsteady grin. "I'll see you later, Mingyu."

You drag Seokmin out of the shop before hearing whatever Mingyu was saying, your heart pounding like a damn drum in your chest. You don't look back until you're safely outside and a long distance away.

You let go of Seokmin's hand to catch your breath. And when you manage to pick yourself back up, Seokmin's already peering at you with an amused look.

"What was that?" he asks airily, arching up a single brow. "Did you just run away from your roommate?"

"Be quiet," You hiss back at him, attempting to shove him but failing miserably. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh-huh, you hear that?" Seokmin taunts annoyingly, tapping his foot on the ground. "That's the sound of jealousy."

You gulp down a lump in your throat. He's right. You are jealous.

"Dammit," You curse to yourself. "The whole fake dating thing... It was stupid. I thought that, maybe, if Mingyu got jealous, it would mean something. But now, seeing him with that girl..."

"It hit you hard."

"Yeah," You finish simply. "It did."

"And so..." Seokmin lightly nudges you with his hip. "what will the answer be?"

You only narrow your eyes at him, and the resigned sigh that you let out afterwards is enough to send Seokmin's excitement into orbit.

"Yes!" He grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you relentlessly. "I'm getting free food!"

Hours pass, and the ache in your chest hasn't eased.

You find yourself melting into the couch, anxiously tugging the ends of your sleeves as you replay the scene over and over back at the boba place. This stupid plan really had backfired on you big time, like a slap to the face, a punch to the gut, a kick to the heart𑁋all in one go.

Every detail from the way Mingyu and that girl walked in together, the ease with which they interacted, and the pang you felt in your chest from how perfect they appeared right next to each other𑁋it all played on a loop in your mind. You knew now that you have to confront your feelings, but the thought of it makes your stomach twist into a pretzel.

There's some random show playing on the TV in front of you, but you could care less at paying attention to it. The apartment is still quiet since Mingyu wasn't back yet, and you could only clench your fists together in a suppressed fit of panic.

"You're an idiot," You scold yourself, closing your eyes tightly. "A complete idiot. How could you be so stupid𑁋"

A rattle at the locks on the door shuts you up, and maybe the world stops spinning too. You feel yourself sink more into the couch out of anticipation.

When the door swings open, Mingyu steps inside, and you hear the rustling sounds of plastic bags. He peers around the apartment for a moment, and when his eyes land on you, he visibly relaxes.

"Y/N?" Even knowing that he's here, his voice still seems to catch you off-guard every single time. "I brought some ice cream for𑁋"

"I'm not dating Seokmin."

The silence that follows is almost suffocating. Mingyu drops the bag of ice cream on top of the kitchen counter, his gaze still not leaving yours. He blinks a few times, as if processing what you just said.

"You're... not?"

You shake your head, a knot forming in your throat. This is it.

"No, Gyu, I'm not dating him," You clarify, tone more serious this time. "We never dated. It was all fake."

All Mingyu does is continue to stand there under the dim lighting of the kitchen light. You can hardly decipher the expression on his face; it was something between confusion and surprise. You try to catch for signs of disappointment, but when he steps a tad bit closer to you, your mind goes a bit haywire.

"Why?" he finally questions after what seems like an eternity.

You take in a deep breath. "I was... I was stupid, okay? I... I thought that if I could make you jealous, it would mean something. That it would mean..." There's a brief pause as you rekindle yourself. "...that you liked me too."

Mingyu's brows furrow slightly in confusion, and you can't tell if the situation is getting worser or not; if the room was getting hotter and your skin was at the point of boiling; if all of this was already tumbling down before your eyes.

"Look, I know we're roommates. But sometimes I think𑁋I feel like there's more to that. We always hug… and flirt, and I..." You purse your lips together as your tongue struggles to grasp the right words. "I like you, okay? I fell for your stupid smile, your stupid hugs, your stupidly good cooking skills. I fell for everything about you. And I couldn't tell you that because I was scared of fucking everything up."

The room seems to hold its breath as you finish speaking. You feel awfully vulnerable right now, like you've laid bare your heart and soul and every single one of your insecurities. Mingyu only remains still, his eyes with surprise. The silence stretches on, and you find yourself gathering your thoughts together as if sensing impending doom.

You let your shoulders slouch in defeat. "It's fine if you don't feel the same way, we could just𑁋"

"I was jealous."

"𑁋pretend all this never happened𑁋what?"

"Of course I was jealous, Y/N." Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, the action all too endearing. "I was stupid too. For not telling you. For not taking the chance when I could. I was jealous when you talked about Seokmin, but I was also a coward for not wanting to screw anything up.”

You could only knit your brows together dazedly, gazing up at him as if he's said a foreign language. "You... were jealous? What about... what about the girl from earlier?"

"She's just a classmate from my English class, and she's interested in one of my other friends. We just happened to cross paths and I offered to grab boba so I could help her with𑁋"

"Shut up," You suddenly say firmly, and Mingyu does immediately, his focused, half-lidded eyes boring down into yours with a look that sends a jump to your stomach. That was all that you need to hear.

He's practically looming above you. You don't recall how exactly he got closer to you but you have nothing in you to complain. If anything, your feet drag you closer toward him, close enough you're able to smell the faint scent of his cologne and perhaps hear the way his heart is beating just as fast as yours.

With one of your hands, you reach up slowly, letting your fingers toy carefully with the collar of his shirt as you search his eyes for any sign of hesitation. But Mingyu's gaze softens, probably like it always has when he's with you, his breath hitching slightly as your touch lingers on his shirt, curling more into the fabric.

Then your lips tug up into a faint smirk, and you pull him down just slightly.

"Don't make me regret this, Kim Mingyu," is all you say before closing the gap and pressing your mouth against his.

He nearly melts right there at the touch of your lips together, but it doesn’t take him long to be kissing you back with more desperation than you expected. His hands slowly draw down your sides, bringing you even further into his embrace. The briefest contact of the tips of his fingers under your shirt makes you tense.

“I won’t,” he whispers in between kisses. “I won’t.”

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Gossiping with skz

⚝fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

⚝word count: 1.4k

⚝A/N: I had so much fun writing this lmao, enjoy my unhinged assumptions ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ Thanks to @yonglixx for helping me find the gif.

｡Bang Chan*ﾟ

Knows all the tea before you even bring it up.

Homeboy knows everything about everyone somehow. I guess it’s because Chan has this really welcoming aura that just makes people deem him trustworthy. He won’t even pretend to be surprised by what you’re telling him, so you might feel a little put out… but he’ll more than make up for it by telling you what he knows! Your eyes are literally bulging out of your skull, your jaw hanging open by the time he’s done. It feels like you brought a snack and he pulled up with a whole five course meal. He’ll smirk at the expression on your face and tease you for thinking you could top his tea.

To put it simply, you cannot outdo the doer. Bro literally knows it all haha. Also, he’s very low-key about what he knows– so consider yourself lucky that he’s chosen you as his gossip buddy.

｡Lee Know*ﾟ

He'll pretend he’s uninterested and act like he’s ignoring you, only dropping the act to scold you that it’s bad manners to gossip. That is, until you mention something or someone that piques his interest. Now he has to know.

You’ll probably be teasing him like, ‘oh, I thought you didn’t want to know’, sticking your tongue out and walking away. If he needs to pin you down to the seat/couch HE WILL. As Han once said, “I can’t tease Lee Know-hyung, he’ll use force”. Will grant you one of his death stares if you try make him apologize before you finally spill for ignoring you. Literally will not let you leave till you finish the story.

Lee Know probably gets so smug when he’s the one bringing in the tea. Like his eyes glimmer and everything. I feel like he’d do that pose where he’s got his legs crossed and his hands on his lap; flashing you a cat-like grin and sitting so stoically upright while you’re borderline dangling out of your seat, just to hear what he’s saying because he won’t speak up.

  ｡Seo Changbin*ﾟ  

Gossiping with Changbin would have to exclusively be done in private because he’ll be reacting so loudly! Gaping and pointing when you mention someone in his line of sight. And heaven forbid the tea in question walks past you guys… man will STARE.

Brace yourself because he’s the type to smack your shoulder exceptionally astonished.

I feel like both he and Lee Know would ask loads of questions. They love gossip but also would like to verify that it isn’t all just hot air, you know? Also, whenever the two of you were in the same room as the people you were gossiping about he’d keep looking over at you and grinning or pulling faces that make you struggle to hold in a laugh. You’d be scolding him and hitting him (playfully of course) afterwards, vowing to never share ANYTHING with him again. He’d whine, promising he won’t be as obvious with future topics of discussion (a promise that barely lasts 2 days).

Bonus: Changbin is the type to store screenshots from group chat arguments like court documents. He has pretty incriminating evidence on that android of his so better not test the guy.

 ｡⁠Hwang Hyunjin*ﾟ

The type of friend to have just as much beef as you do with whoever you guys are talking about by the time you’re through with the tea.

Very reactive and will definitely be adding things on. Stuff like, ‘It isn’t even in their place!’ if someone’s talking smack about you and what not. With him it’s like sparring or a tennis match. When you serve, he will serve back; it builds up like a jenga tower. Just best friend material if you catch my drift.

Honestly there’d be a lot of tone variation haha. At some points you’d be whispering conspiratorially, leaning close to each other and whispering even if you two are alone. At other points your exaggerated hand gestures will be running the conversation. Gossiping with Hyunjin would be such a rewarding experience to be honest. In addition, he’s got a really expressive face, so you’d be knowing his opinion on whatever you’re saying immediately. Would definitely be slapping a hand over his mouth, frowning in disgust… the whole package.

Hyunjin has previously mentioned that he doesn’t judge a book by its cover, preferring not to believe rumours about people, and this is true. Nevertheless, he’d indulge you (thoroughly) because he trusts your judgement and you aren’t one to think badly of a person without reasons.

Bonus: Snacks and actual tea (or in his case, iced americanos) are FOR SURE part of the conversation. Would be sipping dramatically with raised eyebrows when you mention someone he knows. Let’s out a dramatic ‘SAME!’ because he doesn’t like them either. “I thought I was the only one,” he’d say while clutching his chest before shaking his head and continuing to munch on whatever flour-based snack he’s brought that day.

 ｡Han Jisung*ﾟ

Cannot keep still while gossiping. Will keep standing up and will even pace/ walk around when something is particularly juicy. And with his weak ass legs he’d probably trip and end up just lying on the floor for a while… unbothered by it because the story is getting good. Yes, Han is a floor gossiper. (Insert Rose’s “everything I need is on the ground” meme.)

Han also is the type to get SO wrapped up in a tea time session that he won’t notice the time passing lmao. He’ll probably remember an even juicier story mid-story haha. “BY THE WAY! Did I ever tell you-?”/ “SPEAKING OF WHICH-!”.

Like, every new point you make reminds him of something else. The two of you are out here putting pieces of a puzzle together until you’ve found out who the neighbour is cheating on her husband with or something lol. Like it’s part gossip part detective work, you two actually deserve salaries for how good you are. If you guys are texting and you drop a bomb, be prepared (preferably with low phone volume) for an impromptu facetime with a SHAKEN Jisung. Also, if any of the other members know something about what you two are talking about he’ll be dragging them in. If it’s Seungmin, who’s very stingy with his tea, the two of you will be offering your kidneys for the information he most definitely can give you.

No snacks/ drinks here because he’s probably the type to spit out his water in shock haha.

 ｡Lee Felix*ﾟ

Bro gets astronomically shocked. Like his reactions when he’s gossiping, watching people roast each other or similar situations are just priceless.

At first he’s pretty tentative with it because he doesn’t gossip much, but he’ll come around. He’s more subtle than Changbin but will still be nudging you with his elbow or foot when the ‘issue’ is in the room with you.

An adlib gossiper- he even gasps on beat and all that. You’ll be all like, “Felix you won’t believe what they said-” and he’ll be like, “Gurl what did they say??!” (You know, in the best aussified alternative for this sentence, cannot imagine the term gurl/gworl coming out of Felix’s mouth lmao).

If someone’s watching you guys they’ll feel so excluded (how I felt when watching skz talker in the gif *sigh*… feeling intensifies when there are no subs). Also I feel like a prime location for a gossip session would be the car! Long journeys where there’s not much to see outside the window, and you turn to him like, “Did you hear about…”

 ｡Kim Seungmin*ﾟ

Now if you’ve ever watched 2kr (2 Kids Room) you KNOW this man has the inside scoop.

It’s an elite feeling to be gossiping with Seungmin because, as I’d mentioned before, he’s very choosy when it comes to who he shares his tea with. That stuff is scalding hot. Like between him and Chris, those two know all the jyp ent. secrets. Like bro probably has documents proving that Hyunjin and Yeji are related. Seungmin is INFORMED.

This is another member who’ll have actual tea with him, cradling the cup delicately with both palms and sipping slowly as he watches you lose your mind over the rim of the mug. Crosses his legs and acts so nonchalant while slapping you with the fattest, juiciest conspiracy/rumour you’ve ever heard. If you tell him something he actually doesn’t know, his composed aura will fade so fast- mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as you share your story.

 ｡Yang Jeongin*ﾟ

Jeongin will 100% end a gossip session saying, “But anyways, who are we to judge?”

Between Innie’s attitude and Grandma identity your boy is a prime candidate for a gossip buddy. He’s just THE ONE. His yt/vlives are literally titled ‘Maknae’s Private Life’- doesn’t that scream tea to you? Like if you’re gossiping in a group his input is for sure the most awaited. People will be leaving to go look for him if he isn’t already present.

Gossiping with Jeongin is all hushed tones and huddled conversations. Bro might even go as far as putting his phone on silent if the tea is hot enough. I feel like he’d unintentionally switch to his Busan accent when things start to get really juicy lmao.

Abruptly keeps quiet or changes the topic whenever someone passes by the two of you. If you aren’t used to this you’ll get so confused, looking at him like ‘???’ when he randomly starts telling you about the new shoes he bought.

Idk why, but to me I.N’s really good at insta stalking and he would be pulling up people’s pages if you didn’t seem to know who he’s talking about.

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Enemies (With Benefits) PT4

Pairing: Cold!Chris x Reader

Wordcount: 4K +

Summary: Chris and reader have always been enemies ever since they’ve known each other. neither knew why they had this burning feeling in their gut. So one day they decide to fuck it out. Until, eventually doing it regularly

Warnings: Smut, language, mentions of insomnia, mentioned nightmares/dreams, slight facial dysmorphia (if u squint), mentions of crying, slightly toxic, party, use of y/n, nickname (cherry), pet names (ma, sweetheart, etc), fight (not graphic), switching, unprotected, creampie (she’s on the pill)

(A/N: hope you guys like this! got the idea from this request. Tysm again <33)

PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 FINAL

Everything with Chris is so unnecessarily complicated.

Why does he act like a little bitch sometimes. Coming to my house, begging me and than being all sassy and annoying.

I let out a harsh scoff when I accidentally smudged my mascara a little bit. Rolling my eyes I pick up a make up remover and a cotton pad to clean up my mistake.

I’ve gone back to ignoring Chris, for my own sake. And he’s stopped attempting to talk to me fully.

I’ve been sticking to Ethan a lot recently. Just staying by his side and all.

We were both invited to this party. But we were both gonna Uber there separately.

I was thinking of getting wasted tonight. I haven’t done that in a while. The last party I’d been to was the party Evelyn forced me to go to.

Evelyn and I haven’t talked much, due to me distancing myself. But she hadn’t tried to reach out either. I’m sure though, that she’ll be at the party.

Having finished my make up now, I look at myself in the mirror. I color corrected my red eyes from crying, well. That as Well as my dark eye bags from sleeping bad.

I was never the type of person to cry a lot. But recently… i was crying because of Chris. But I hate him. Yet he was making me cry, wishing that he was here to comfort me

I hum a tune that’s been stuck in my head.

I just wanna rub my eyes harshly, and just start crying again. I’ve been dreaming of Chris. All in different scenarios.

Sometimes we fucked, cuddled, or even argued. Other times he was with charlotte; or someone else. And other times I was with someone else and saw him in the corner of my eyes.

I’ve been sleeping bad at night, so occasionally I’d have naps after school. Wich didn’t really help much since I’d dream again.

I sigh staring back at myself. And it feels like the more I stare into the mirror, the more my face morphs and changes. That doesn’t look like me.

I purse my lips. My hands slam on my vanity as I aggressively get up.

I let out a harsh sigh moving away from the vanity.

I get a notification from my phone, notifying me that my Uber is here. I snap out of my trance. Honestly I’m so glad that that caught me off guard because I actually might’ve broken that mirror if it hadn’t.

I grab my tiny handbag and shove my phone into it. Then I just walk outside.

Once I’m in the Uber again I drift away in thought.

Chris had done nothing but mess with me, since I’ve known him. Since forever.

Now I’m in my tiny dress, my ass probably showing slightly when I walk, and I’m gonna get laid from someone other than Chris.

Maybe I can obsess over someone else.

And maybe I can finally remember that Chris is not the only human with a dick. And not the only one who can use it.

Before I knew it we were already there. I could hear the slight music from outside blaring into the car.

I tip the dive and finally get out the car.

I heard the car speed say behind me. While the house party in front of me had loud obnoxious music playing.

I swing open the door. I sigh at the tight crowd of people and just decide to card through them.

I’m getting Deja vu from this really. But last time I’d been here I’d seen Chris almost fuck charlotte, and than proceed to fuck me.

Chris..

Chris?

I raise an eyebrow staring back at a person across the room. He was dancing a solo cup already in his hand.

Okay so I was extremely late, so what.

I need to stop going to parties ‘fashionably’ late. By the time I arrive everyone is already wasted.

I purse my lips pushing through the drunk teenagers to get to the kitchen. From where I was standing I could still see Chris.

I need to stop thinking about him.

But how could I do that when he is just a few feet away, probably drunk and dancing with charlotte.

I turn to the counter grabbing some random liquor and pouring it into a, presumably, clean solo cup.

I down half of it in seconds. I need to feel the rush. I need to get drunk.

Honestly I could go looking for Ethan, but than I’d probably hang out with him in the backyard and smoke all light. Or I could find myself some good dick.

★ ★ ★

After a good few drinks I was dancing with some dude. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.

This would be a simple hook up.

Before I know it he starts to guide me outside mumbling something to me about how we can fuck at his house.

And honestly I don’t know why I let him drag me out of the party.

I don’t really want to hook up with him, I want Chris. But I won’t stop him either. I don’t care to.

Suddenly we stop walking. And within seconds I feel his hands off of me, and a loud cry echo through the night air.

I turn around to see what’s happening.

It was Chris. He’d punched my possible hook up guy. My mouth falls open. I want to say something. To tell Chris to fuck off and leave. But I want Chris.

I don’t pay attention for one second and suddenly the guy is on top of Chris beating him up.

I can see from their faces that Chris had gotten a few punches in too though. The guy was taller and bigger than Chris. And I remember something about him being an American football player or something.

Chris manages to flip them around beating up the guy. They wrestle on the ground while I just stand there stupidly and watch.

My drunk brain was processing this way too slow.

Suddenly I see Ethan come into my field of view trying to separate the two on the ground, without getting involved.

I feel another presence next to me. And it’s charlotte. The girl looks as shocked as me. but she also looks more sober.

I snap out of my trance, my slow brain having finally caught up.

I put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder to tell him to back off. And once he does I pull them apart. And they let me.

I yell at both of them about how stupid they are to make a scene like this. Both of them look down in shame.

I turn fully standing in front of the random dude. I slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off.

After that everything is a blur really. Once I somehow got Chris to my house, and up the stairs without waking my siblings, we stand in my bathroom.

Chris is sitting on the closed toilet seat. I sprint downstairs really quick to get him some ice, because, half his face was definitely going to be blue by tomorrow.

Once I’m back I put some alcohol on a cotton pad gently dapping it in his skin as he occasionally takes in harsh breaths.

“Why would you hit him?”

I sigh. That’s the first question I’ve asked since we’ve gotten here.

He holds the ice on his cheek, while I tend to a wound on his forehead. He wasn’t cut up too badly though. It was just a fist fight after all.

“Because he was going to take advantage of you” he scoffs as if the answer to that was obvious.

I purse my lips. Honestly I was subjecting myself to it. I was literally begging for anything, I would’ve been fine with that.

“You had no right to intervene.” I purse my lips. I take the alcohol from the sink and put it back in its place in the cabinet.

I help him up. Chris wasn’t walking bad, I just wanted to touch him.

We walk to my bedroom where he sits down on the bed, and I once again stand between his legs.

I take the ice out of his hands to look at his cheek to see how bad the damage is.

And after a moment I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He berries his non-bruised cheek into my stomach.

“You don’t get it cherry” he sighs, relaxing more as he touches me. “He was looking at you in a weird way.”

“Like what?” I ask. My hand goes to his head. I card my fingers through his messy brown hair.

“Like an object.” He mumbles so lowly, I barely even understand it.

“Oh and you don’t?”

The question is asked flatly. I just look down at him blankly not thinking anything of it.

“No.” He pulls away to look up at me. He looks at me like he is insisting he’s telling the truth.

“I may be rude, but I never look at you like you’re an object.” He scoffs at the accusation. He rolls his eyes hard.

“You don’t?” I ask flatly, not bothering to even act surprised. As much as in hate Chris, he doesn’t treat me bad. Necessarily. He’s just a dick.

He grumbles disagreements turning his face fully into my stomach as he keeps holding me closer.

He starts to complain about his head hurting, and how he fought someone for me and whatever.

I pull him off of me slightly. I was still holding the ice in my hand. It was a bunch of ice cubes I had put together onto some towel.

I slowly sink to my knees between Chris’ legs. I look up at him through my lashes.

“Want me to take your mind off of things baby?”

I ask in a mildly mocking way. But I was dead serious.

Chris lets out a shaky breath. He tugs his shirt off, quickly throwing it off to the side. “Please” he sighs out.

I tug at his belt trying to undo it slowly, to tease him more.

“God I’ve missed you so much.”

His breaths are shaky. His eyes close for a moment. He was getting so worked up and bothered already.

“Have you?” I ask teasingly. He purses his lips slightly staring down at me. He undoes the button on his jeans and finally slides them down.

I help him take them off fully. Then I toss them away.

I look up at him watching him, as he sat only in his boxers in front of me.

“Fuck, you gonna be all submissive like last time?” I mock still looking up at him.

“Cherry, don’t tease please.” He sighs looking down at me.

I stand up quickly and turn to face away from him. Since the dress was a halter dress. I pull my hair to my from teasingly.

“Be a sweetheart and undo this for me real quick.” I don’t wait for long. His hands find my upper back undoing the string of the halter.

I turn back around again letting the top fall, revealing my lacy bra underneath.

I wiggle the dress around a little bit to slide it down. I slip out of it and then kick it away. I was standing in front of him in my matching lacy bra and thong sent.

His eyes trail my body. He looks hungry and needy. Looking submissive as ever.

I lean down to help him take his boxers off. And once he does I sit back down between his legs.

I look up at his dick. And it’s the only one I’ve seen in a while. It’s the only one that I’ve ever found pretty.

Never thought that was possible. But here we are.

The tip was the same red as he has on his cheeks. He was painfully hard and it had pre cum leaking.

I cup it in my hand starting to teasingly slowly jerk him off. “Y/n/n, cherry, please” he whines loudly, to wich I stop my movements.

“Chris” I hiss under my breath my expression harsh. I slap his thigh for a moment to catch his attention. I squeeze his cock lightly.

“My siblings are home. Shut the fuck up”

I hiss. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but my siblings are younger than me. 4 and 5 years. Me being 18, they’re 14 and 13. They don’t need to hear my childhood friend that they have also known for ages get fucked.

“Sorry, sorry” he huffs under his breath. I watch as Chris leans back in his arms looking down at me.

I take one of the ice cubes from the ice in the towel. I then proceed to put it right on his aching tip.

He flinches at the contact of the cold ice in his burning hot skin. I grin at the reaction, watching the way his dick twitches.

“You’re such a tease” he scoffs, to wich I just chuckle.

I drag the ice cube down his shaft before putting it back on the towel with the other few ice cubes. I knew it was gonna melt but honestly I couldn’t care less.

I start to jerk him off slowly again. I lean down to place a peck on the tip, and then proceed to suck him off slowly.

I swirl my tongue only keeping the tip in and staying teasingly slow.

I hear Chris let out a sharp huff, throwing his head back.

“Come on, ma” he says under his breath. His hand snakes into my hair, Slightly gripping at it. And then he harshly pushes me down, making me deep throat him for a second.

I choke on it for a second. Chris starts to move my head, yanking on my hair. I was deep throating him roughly.

I keep my hands on his thighs and pull off. “Don’t” I huff pushing away his hand from my hair, And then smoothing it down again.

I go back to licking a teasing stripe up his shaft, before I go back to deepthroating him, jerking off what I can’t fit in my mouth.

“Ma- I’m-“ he sighs. He was leaning back on his arms his head thrown back. He was trying so hard to keep his moans and groans minimal and as quiet as possible.

I pull off and chuckle. I kiss up his sensitive shaft while looking up at him. Then I get up and hover over him.

I connect our lips in a deep passionate kiss. And while I continue kissing him I lean over starting to straddle him.

Still while kissing him, I start to slowly sink down on his length making both of us moan.

When he bottomed out in me I pull away. My hands go to his shoulders as I just sit there for a moment.

My cunt was aching at the stretch. I had to get used to it again, since we hadn’t hooked up in a while.

I haven’t hooked up with anyone other than Chris in a while. And the last time I had it was not nearly as pleasurable as when I did it with Chris.

“So good for me, baby” I mumble under my breath leaning in more as I wrap my arms around his neck.

His hands trail over my thighs to my hips to hold me.

“Just for you ma.” He mumbles back. We’re so close I can feel his soft breath in my face. He just looks so kissable right now. With his lips plump and swollen like that.

“Oh yeah? Didn’t get pussy from someone else, hm?” I say again my tone low and harsh.

I start to gently grind into him. His hands on my hips don’t stop me or help me either.

“Fuck-“ Chris’ breaths are heavy as he tries to keep his voice low. “You’re the only girl I’ve been fucking.” He admits lowly, the blush on his cheeks only deepen.

“Oh, am I?” I mock as I start to slowly lift myself. I start to ride him, his hands on my hips only being there to steady my movements.

“God- you’re gorgeous” he breaths out staring up at me. His eyes stay locked on mine.

One of His hands starts to trail up my side. And once he reaches my bra, he pulls my body closer to him so he has better access to undo it.

Both his hands back down to my waist now actually helping me ride him harder.

I clench my teeth my moans coming out as sharp breaths as I try to keep quiet. I’m doing a better job than Chris is though.

I put a hand on his mouth to muffle his groans further.

“God- you’re doing so good for me baby.” I pant under my breath, still trying to keep as quiet as possible. My hips pick up pace even more. I continue moving, his tip pressing against my cervix repeatedly.

He mumbles back an agreement, my hand still keeping him quiet.

I continue to ride him at a harsh pace until I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter, ready to snap.

“Chris- I’m so close-“ I breathe out trying to keep myself from moaning.

Chris gently takes my hand from his face putting his own hand on my mouth to muffle my sounds.

“C’mon ma, come for me” he bites his lip. leaning back slightly, he watches as I do all the work. “Go on, get off on my cock”

My pace starts to become more messy and uncontrolled. Chris was also not helping, doing nothing except keeping his hands on my face.

With a muffled moan I slam myself down one last time. My head falls forward as I feel my orgasm wash over me. I feel warm and so relieved.

He takes his hand from my mouth, he then leads me to him by my neck and presses our lips together.

His hands both go back to My waist. just holding my body close to his.

I could still feel him rock hard in me. I knew we weren’t done, but I was appreciating the break.

Chris pulls me off gently and picks me up. He turns us around so he is on top of me.

Us fucking in missionary was always rare as hell. Because we’re there for the benefits. -And according to Chris, he hates my face so much he doesn’t want to see it.

well at least that’s what he used to tell me.

He slides his dick through my folds, before slowly pushing in.

I sigh feeling him fill me up again.

In our enemies with benefits situation we never did anything that felt intimate. The sex felt like sex, and not love. And that’s how it worked. It was good like that.

But like this, Chris, his blue eyes staring right into mine. The way he kept his hand at the curve of my waist, his other hand holding him up placed next to my head.

We were so close, I could practically feel him breathing on my face.

This felt so intimate, like something we, as people who hate each other, shouldn’t be doing

And that’s exactly what it was.

Well I guess we already made the first mistake when we first hooked up.

We were never meant to be. Not like that. Not like this.

So why did it feel so good though?

“You good ma?”

Have I been staring? Probably. But how can I help myself when he is so close to me, looking ever so handsome.

“I’m good. Please move” I whine trying to keep my voice low.

He sinks down, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he starts to move. All slow and sensual.

we barely ever did missionary, and when we did, his face was as far away from mine as possible. But right now it seemed like he was trying to be as close to me as possible.

He occasionally groans into my skin, sending tingles down my spine and right to my aching core. I try to keep my voice low, but still let a few soft moans slip.

“Y/n?” He says abruptly. He keeps up the slow sensual thrust, keeping himself buried deep. Yet he sits up slightly, his forearm next to my head holding him up.

“Mhm?” I say lowly not really trusting my voice.

Our eyes lock. Chris swallows. My eyes trail his features, trailing down to his chest, to his lips and back to his eyes again.

“Can I come in you?”

I raise my eyebrow at the question. Usually we used condoms. I mean I’m on the pill but according to Chris he ‘doesn’t want to take any risk’. But recently we had done it like that more than we had since the whole arrangement started.

“ ‘corse” I mumble back.

And before I know it Chris is picking up pace. He doesn’t move back, keeping himself hovering right above me our eyes connected.

My core was aching from all the over stimulation. So I shudder when he picks up pace.

He still keeps his strokes sensual and deep. I moan lightly, cautiously keeping my voice low.

He re-adjusts my legs, wrapping them around his torso for a deeper angle.

He picks up pace even more. I throw my head back at the overwhelming pleasure, my eyes closing, my mouth falling open in a silent moan.

Chris doesn’t even bother to make me look back at him. He just lets me enjoy this, and watches. Watches the way I look with my head thrown back in euphoria.

“Chris, Chris- chris-“ I keep my voice low but the more I chant his name the higher and squeakier my voice gets.

Chris takes that as a telltale sign that I’m close, but so was he.

He cups my mouth shutting me up. or atleast muffling my moans and whines.

He picks up pace even more. My eyes go back to meet his, my eyebrows scrunched in pleasure.

I tap his wrist to tell him I’m close. He licks his lips. Of course he knew I was close without me telling him.

His hand stays firmly on my mouth, keeping me quiet. “You’re doing so good, cherry”

His other hand goes to my clit in order to finish me off quicker. He rubs it harshly.

Suddenly I throw my head back again, clenching around him. I feel my release wash over me again.

He keeps pounding into me. But his thrusts get more sloppy and uncontrolled. Until his hips stutter. He gives me one last thrust before his spurts of cum shoot into me.

My legs are tense around his torso from the overwhelming pleasure.

I feel warm and so filled. It felt way more intimate than the countless times we’ve hooked up before.

And the fact that he stays there, collapses on top of me, his face in my neck, gently kissing, And not moving off, only made this feel even more intimate.

After a long while of just cuddling, and being in each other’s presence, Chris sits up. He gently and slowly pulls out, making me wince at the loss of contact.

He stares down at my cunt for what feels like a long time. Until his pointer and middle finger meet it again. Pushing the seed that was leaking out of me back in.

“Chris” I hiss my body shooting up. I was now half sitting my arm propping me up, my other hand going to circle his wrist to stop him from moving his hand.

“Awe poor baby does that hurt?” He huffs in a slight mocking tone. But for once it doesn’t seem menacing.

“Yes. don’t do that” I roll my eyes.

He chuckles at the sassy tone. “Well I gotta make sure you don’t waste it.” He sasses right back.

Chris already prepared for the worst outcome.

“I’m still on the pill.” I huff. I then slowly pull his fingers out of me, seeing the way they were covered in a whole lot of our mixed juices.

He chuckles popping his fingers into his mouth.

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A/N: I loved writing this series. But it’ll probably only have one more chapter (so 5 in total). This was my first ever series, and it was so fun to write. Love y’all. My dms & req are open 🩷

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[abbys-wifey]

this is why we bully you

request linked here :)

pairing: mikey madison x female reader

warnings: melissa and jenna being bullies.

a/n: please send in requests because for Jenna and Mikey characters because I have zero ideas :(

I was unaware. Like always. But Jenna wasn’t. Neither was Melissa.

Mikeys gaze on my side profile isn’t exactly subtle, not to the people sitting beside me anyway. But I was oblivious, simply smiling and nodding at the interviewer who asks me yet another question.

“Hmm I would have to say Mikeys my favourite person ever. Sorry Jenna, sorry Melissa.” I tease turning to my right to grab Mikeys arm and link my fingers with hers for a second not noticing how her usually pale face turns a bright red.

Jenna’s snort catches my attention, my head snapping to my left to see Melissa and Jenna doubling over in laughter. Their eyes drift to Mikey as their eyebrows raise teasingly causing the brown haired woman to roll her eyes. “I’m so confused.” I laugh as I flick my eyes from the people beside me.

“I love you Y/N but your always confused.” Melissa’s hand pats my knee gently. The interviewer laughs rather awkwardly before clapping his hands trying to gather our attention.

“Sorry, as I was saying-“ I send a playful glare to the two women beside me. “Mikey is obviously my favourite person on set. She managed to win me over.” My eyes catch Mikeys and I send her a smirk. The interviewer laughs and nods along. “Is there anything that you struggle with working with your girlfriend and also going home to the same living space? Do you find yourselves spending too much time together?”

I swallow away the ignorance of the question, I mean this is stupid right, and turn to face Mikey letting her answer first.

Her eyes are already on me as I turn to face her, a blush forcing itself into my cheeks as Jenna snorts once again. “I would say that it has its moments. Both good and bad. Bad being I’m being constantly shown up by her talent.” Mikey cheeses, her lips pulling up in a large grin. I shake my head, silently arguing against her statement secretly satisfied she had answered the question without really answering the question.

“Oh yeah Jenna and I are in the same boat.” Melissa jokes moving to hold Jenna’s hand tightly, the two making stupid kissy faces towards one another. Biting back words that could not be posted onto the internet I settle for laughing and shoving Jenna’s shoulder lightly.

“Well thank you for your time ladies, I’ll see you another time.” And with that the interviewer stands up with a wave and disappears off set.

Slowly the cameras shut off and the four of us stretch as we stand up for the first time in at least half an hour.

“My back.” Jenna groans raising her arms above her head. “Baby help me.” She pouts playfully towards Melissa who chuckles and holds Jenna’s face. “I’ll do anything for you my pookie wookie baby bear.” She uses a baby voice that sends me cringing internally.

“Shut up.” I shove the two away from one another and stick out my tongue. “This.” Melissa gestures between herself and Jenna. “Is that.” She then points between Mikey and I.

“Uh I beg to differ.” Mikey scoffs coming up from behind me to but in. Jenna raises an eyebrow.

“Ok Mikey, can you tell me what colour pants the interviewer was wearing?” She asks tilting her head.

The four of us slowly begin heading to the empty break room as Jenna continues to question my girlfriend.

I tug Mikey towards the couch as we all arrive, wrapping my arms around her waist as I pull her into my chest ignoring Melissa’s teasing gag.

“Your insufferable, you know this right?” Mikey glares playfully at the Jenna who sticks her tongue out at the two of us as she opens the fridge. “At least I didn’t dry out my contacts by having a staring competition with the side of Y/N’s face.”

This causes my eyebrows to raise, my chin coming to rest on Mikeys shoulder as I glance at her teasingly. “Don’t you start.” Mikey sighs, wriggling on my lap as I tighten my grip. Melissa snickers before shoving my legs off the end of the couch so she can sit down. “Mikeys just in love.” She sing songs with a smirk.

I chuckle and place my feet atop Melissa’s lap, Mikeys body still in my own lap as I lay across the couch. “Tell me something I don’t know. At least the feelings mutual.” I shrug and kiss Mikeys cheek earning a blush from my girlfriend.

“Why is it everyone gang up on Mikey day?” Mikey groans laying her head back against my shoulder. My chest rises as I chuckle through my nose at her whining. A small scream then escapes Mikeys lips and Jenna’s own lips press a wet kiss to her cheek, Jenna’s body flailing over the back of the couch in order to reach Mikeys face.

“Better?” Jenna bats her eyelashes, a smirk lingering on her lips. Mikey scrunches her nose in disgust and wipes at the wet spot on her cheek. “Definitely not.” She gags trying to stifle a smile as Jenna pretends to pout.

Melissa and I burst out laughing in sync, her body doubling over my feet, hands wrapped around her stomach as I place my forehead on Mikey’s shoulder blade trying to calm myself down.

“Just so you know I hate you all.” Mikey announces faux anger in her tone. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I rest my chin on her shoulder, centimetres from her ear. “You don’t hate me.” I whisper breathily before leaning in to plant a lingering kiss on her cheek.

“See this.” Melissa points to the two of us, Mikey’s face flushed bright red.

“This is why we bully you.”

[imshymorph]

Finally, it’s here (i’m so sorry) Part 3 of Death!Ghost and Life!Reader. You can read Part 1 and Part 2 here.

Just like any other time, the both of you slip into quiet silence. Admiring the world around you, the one you both contribute to keep balanced and prospering.

“Would you mind me asking a question in return?” You ask, fingers plucking small silvester flowers to braid them together. You barely turn to face him after your question before going back to the braiding.

- - - - -

“No, go ahead.” He says, moving one arm up to rest his head on it, his other hand feeling the soil under him, not minding the way some of the dirt clings to the fabric of his glove.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure how to word your thoughts properly. You end up laying back like he is, looking up at the birds flying around and the small wispy clouds that add a pop of white to the blue sky. It’s then that you manage to ask, “Do you ever feel like you got the short end of the stick?”

He’s surprised at your question, he’s not sure what he was expecting you to ask, but it definitely wasn’t that. It really isn’t something he thinks much about, mainly because it holds at least a slight bit of truth to it.

“Maybe not the short end.” He murmurs after a bit, “Both sides are equally important. And it’s been like this since pretty much the beginning of time.” he says, turning his head to look at you.

You nod lightly, mirroring his movement to look at him as well. “It has… It doesn’t take away the fact that you’re the one dealing with it.” you say softly.

“Well, you deal with it too.” He says with a light shrug, “you have to see your creations being taken away. Know that they will at some point while creating them.”

You hesitate for a second before nodding lightly, “That’s true. But it’s different.” As you try to string your thoughts together, you turn to your side, now fully facing him as your head rests against your folded arm. “There has to be a balance, and like you said, I'm aware it’s going to happen from the beginning. The parts have to end so the whole can be continued. But you have the task of ending it, not just the knowledge that it’ll happen.”

“Hmm, it’s how it works, isn’t it? We complement each other, keep it balanced.” He says, and you know he's avoiding the implicit question you’re trying to make.

You look at him, study him. Noticing the stark difference between the both of you. The way he always had to keep hidden, not only with the mask but the robes that covered all of his body, the cape with a hood he always wore. While you were free to feel, free to be, he had to keep to himself.

You let the silence build between the both of you for a moment before you finally give in, asking him what you’ve really wanted to know this whole time. “I know, but do you feel bad for having to take them?” you whisper, feeling like if you were to ask any louder the whole world would stand still.

He hesitates for a few seconds, his eyes drifting anywhere but you before he lets out a deep sight. “Yes, it hurts… I try to be comforting, but not everyone can manage the fear they get.” he murmurs, blinking a couple times before looking at you. The angle of his face making the warm sunshine hit his skin, making his soft curls look like honey. “But it has to be done. At the end of the day, I'm the embodiment of the end.”

You nod lightly, laying on your back once more as you look up to the passing clouds, “I wish we could change positions from time to time. Share the weight.” you whisper, not even sure if he could hear you.

If he does, he doesn’t say anything. Neither does he when you gently grab his hand and move it closer to you, slipping the braided flowers over it and around his wrist. Both of you ignoring how the few leaves that reach under his sleeve and touch his skin wilt.

[nonexistent-introvert]

One Kick

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Content: One-bed trope, pure fluff. Based on the prompts: "You pushed me off the bed!"-"I'm sorry?" "I'm sitting in the dark. I like it."

A/N: For @pedrostories celebration! Congrats on 1k! I'm swamped with exams but I really wanted to participate in this, hence the inactivity. Just a drabble and it was kinda rushed.

   “Joel.” You called out into the dark, rubbing at your eyes. Exhaustion and sleepiness were practically dripping off of you. He let out an annoyed grunt in response, his figure barely illuminated by the scarce moonlight that was lighting up the room. Joel’s eyes stared at your shadow that was dancing on the walls, ignoring the urge to go to you. “You’re injured,” he stated sternly. You could hear the silent scolding in those two words, he wanted you to rest and not move around. “I’m not dead.” You assured him. With how silent the night was, you heard the huff he let out at your words. 

   “What are you doing?” You asked as you fell limply onto the chair next to him. You flinched slightly at the creak that resounded within the walls. He looked over at you, folding his arms over his chest. “Sitting in the dark.” He deadpanned, then with a small smile he added “I like it.” You let out a chuckle at his words. In an apocalypse, night was the scariest part, you’re alone in the darkness, unsure of what lurks beyond the next corner. However, most of the survivors who had made it so far had learnt to enjoy the serenity that night brought, a huge contrast to daytime where everyone fought hard for supplies to survive. 

  “Why aren’t you sleeping?” You asked with a curious tilt of your head. “Someone has to keep watch.” Joel replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You scoffed at his response, “The door is barred and the windows are nailed shut. It’s perfectly safe, there is no reason to keep watch.” You argued. “You’re injured, you can have the bed to yourself. I’ll just sit here until I eventually fall asleep.” Joel said, insistent on doing it his way. You stared at his unmoving figure, he was as stubborn as a mule. “I don’t need a king-size bed to myself, I barely utilize all the space of a single bed.” You told him while looking at the chair that Joel was sitting on. Joel’s head was leaning against the top of the chair, his whole body too big for the chair. He was using his legs to support himself up, you just knew that it was a matter of time before his legs go numb and he falls from the chair. From the months you spent with Joel, you knew better than to argue with him. You sat up on the chair, folding your arms across your chest as well. “Then I’ll accompany you.” You said, stifling a yawn right after. Joel frowned as he looked at you, his eyes drifting toward the bloodied bandage on your calf. “You're going to make your injury worse.” You closed your eyes, ignoring his words. “Have you never shared a bed before?” You teased instead, ignoring the stern tone of his. “I was married.” Joel deadpanned. “Then why won’t you just share the bed with me? I know you’re tired too Joel.” You shifted your chair to sit in front of him. “So why stick to the small chair that is definitely uncomfortable when there is a king-size bed?” Joel stared into your eyes, his eyes studying your every feature and yet he kept that poker face of his. It used to intimidate you but now with every passing second, your confidence only grew. 

   You threw a fist into the air in victory when Joel relented. He pressed on his knees for support, letting out a huff as he stood up. The moment Joel laid his back against the mattress, he felt all his muscles relaxing, thanking him. Joel was practically on the edge of the bed, he would fall if he decided to inch any closer to the edge. You simply sighed as you got into the bed, a considerable gap between the both of you.

   It didn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep. 

   Joel had an inkling that something bad was going to happen. He was still exhausted but his guts were telling him that something is wrong. Before he could truly pinpoint what was wrong, Joel felt a force against his stomach and he dropped to the cold hard ground. He let out a guttural groan, as his tired mind tried to put the pieces together. 

   His jaw drops slightly. Did you just kick him off the bed? He brushes himself off, standing up with a grunt. Joel towers over you, his discerning eyes trying to figure out if it was on purpose. You seemed totally oblivious as you turned to your side, sleeping soundly. A few soft snores escaping you.

==== 

   “Do you hate me that much?” Joel turns to you at the sound of your voice. The morning sun now letting in some light through into the small apartment the both of you were seeking shelter in. “I know you still slept on the couch last night.” You stated, there’s a disappointed look on your face. He huffs, rolling his shoulder back as he massages his sore muscles. The blankets on the couch only served to prove your point. 

   “You kicked me off the bed!” He defended. His impatience caused by the bad sleep he had last night on the couch. “I’m sorry?” Your eyes widened in shock. “I woke up when I fell to the ground and decided at least I wouldn’t be kicked to the floor if I slept on the couch.” He responded sarcastically. “You’re lying.” You laughed, it was rather comedic. Joel was a stoned survivor and yet he was simply kicked off the bed by you. “It’s not funny.” He frowned, “Even with your injured calf you’re still pretty strong. You should be fine for the trek then.” He said. You chuckled, moving your leg around. “I told you I was fine, was a kick all it took to assure you?” You said, a playful tone in your voice. He narrowed his gaze at you, he remained silent as he packed his bag. “Maybe I should kick you more, to reassure you.” 

   He let out a small amused breath. “Don’t worry, I will not be sharing a bed with you anytime anymore.” He replied, a playful twinkle in his eye. You beamed, it was rare when Joel would allow himself moments where he seemed human. That he wasn’t void of positive emotions. “Joel! Come on, I know you find it funny too. Just smile! Like this!” You pushed your cheeks up, giving him an exaggerated smile. Joel chuckled lightly at your face, unable to resist the humor in this situation. 

“A chuckle! That’s more than I’ll ever ask!” You celebrated. He shook his head in amusement, letting the grin on his face shine. 

   “Maybe sometimes you do need a kick, to knock that grumpiness away.” You suggested. “Don’t you dare.” He warned but there was still amusement in his voice. 

  It was moments like this when you treasured your time with Joel. Times of normalcy between the both of you. He gave you a sense of home when everywhere else was not. 

   Home was a person, not a place. 

  Even if Joel wouldn’t admit it, you were his home too. You’re the only person who can make him smile despite everything the apocalypse has put him through. 

[tower-arcana]

𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘. its me. your husband. anyhow could you perchance give us(me) some welt yang x reader hcs >.< specifically with stellaron hunter!reader because im Very Subtle. thank you i love you ― 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀fait ♥

a/n: Oh man i wonder who this is heh BUT HELLO PARFAIT i'd love to deliver the old man yaoi content you happen to desire... i love you too, i hope you enjoyed this, i went a bit more freeform with this stellaron hunter reader but i had a blast with it regardless! (it's a lot of set up for possible continuations of this scenario and specific reader But i wasn't sure where to go with a general prompt) (ignore how bad i am with fight scene descriptions)

The Whims of Fate.

welt yang x stellaron hunter reader!

word count: 1,511 . . .

In a literal sense, Welt Yang and you were adversaries. The Stellaron Hunters had clashed time and time again with the Astral Express, even if it did turn out the wanted criminals had unknown motives for wanting the Nameless to succeed in their ventures.

There were simply too many questions without answers for Welt Yang to have a concrete opinion against or for the Stellaron Hunters just yet, but that didn’t mean that your faction’s capabilities and destructive habits could be excused. He was in no position to detain or arrest any one of the Stellaron Hunters, but the fights that came from their opposing positions needed to be handled regardless of the end result.

So, yes, Welt Yang had faced down with the Stellaron Hunters’ members both directly and indirectly before, but he had to admit that he hadn’t gained much of an understanding of your motives before compared to other members like Kafka or Firefly.

You were quite the enigma, someone who under normal circumstances would’ve never been expected to join such a destructive group of outlaws; a follower of the path of Preservation, your abilities were much more geared towards defense compared to the combat prowess the other Hunters seemed to hold. Even your behavior was much more peaceful and dare he say docile in contrast…

So why? Why would you follow Elio so willingly? What had you seen – what had you gone through to cling to the notion that this was the way things must be done?

These were questions Welt Yang’s mind had often drifted to in his freetime, and today it seemed like he’d at least have a slim opportunity to get some sort of answer out of you. On a small commercial-oriented planet just a little out of the way of the Astral Express crew’s next destination, that’s where he’d found you; even you had the tendency to stick out like a sore thumb amongst the usual crowds, whether destruction was what surrounded you or otherwise.

It just so happened that this was one of the times that the Stellaron Hunters left chaos in their wake, and though Welt Yang was on his own for the moment, he couldn’t just stand by and let you sew such seeds of distress, could he? With a terse frown and a quickening pace, he closed the distance between you, his cane at the ready for the inevitable combat that would ensue.

“For criminals who have their bounties placed on every wanted board within the galaxy… you’d think you’d grow to be far more discreet in your business,” Welt Yang commented dryly, voice lacking amusement as the acrid scent of smoke filled his senses. Of course they had to start a fire, of course they did.

Blade moved to engage, sword at the ready, but you quickly brought a hand up to stop him. The two of you seemed to exchange a wordless agreement before the man backed off, and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters began to retreat entirely with you as their blockade. Were they really just going to leave you behind to defend for yourself, Welt Yang wondered?

Regardless, he couldn’t stand for such an easy end to things. With a hardened look of resolve, Welt Yang brought up his cane and fired off a blast to intercept the others’ getaway, and for a moment it almost seemed like it worked. He wasn’t a fool to underestimate your capabilities, however, not after his many years in combat.

And so, when the smoke cleared and a gold barrier had retained no damage in its action of barring Welt Yang from both you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters, he was hardly surprised. From behind the shield, your smile almost seemed apologetic, though — that was what astonished him.

“I’m afraid ‘discreet’ simply isn’t in our line of business, Mister Welt Yang,” You chuckled a bit sheepishly, your friendliness a stark contrast to the tenseness of the situation, but Welt Yang quickly recovered.

“As I’ve come to notice,” Welt Yang huffed, and for a moment he was almost amused by the entirety of the situation; he didn’t allow the sentiment to linger for long, though, and the brief flash of a half-smile disappeared as he brought his cane down yet again. “Even so, whether it’s the norm for you or not, it’s something I simply can’t let slide.”

Without so much as a pause between his words, another potent blast of energy surged forth and hit the shield with even greater strength, and Welt Yang watched with a hint of satisfaction as your eyes widened, the barrier itself cracking. And yet, that emotion too was left behind as the shield broke into countless shards of golden glass, only for these shards to come hurtling towards him with barely enough time to register the attack.

Cursing underneath his breath, Welt Yang managed to dodge and deflect most of the projectiles, but a few cut through his defenses all the same. With a few tears in both flesh and clothing, he realized then that you were perhaps more capable at self defense than he’d first thought you to be.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, I assure you,” Even your own expression had lost its warmth to an extent, instead replaced by your own sense of determination as you brought up yet another shield between yourself and Welt Yang as he recovered. “But this is simply the way things must be done, Mister Yang; whether you understand why or not. Forgive me for the time we’re about to waste here…”

“Then tell me why! You can’t expect people not to find faults in your actions if you constantly avoid a proper explanation or reasoning for it all, can you?” Welt Yang pressed back as he forced you to guard yourself yet again, slowly but surely backing you further and further towards the railing that your teammates had disappeared over just moments before.

This time, Welt Yang opted for a simple swing of his cane, a sudden and blunt move that caught you off guard — you barely had time to dodge the attack before he’d promptly cracked the cane against your temple, sending you crashing down onto your back from the weight of the blow. Apparently, your defensive capabilities had weak points in the simple case of physical attacks… at least the unexpected ones, but perhaps he’d just been lucky. Regardless, Welt Yang took the chance to kneel down before you instead of attacking yet again while you were down, even going as far as to offer you a hand and a look that urged you to understand his reasoning.

“Tell me. Perhaps you do have justifiable reasons for your actions, even to the point we could be allies… but how will I ever know if you expect me to read your mind?” Welt Yang’s tone was nearly pleading as he pushed further, and for a moment, he was almost sure he’d gotten through to you.

Unfortunately, whatever had brought you to align with the Stellaron Hunters in the first place was enough to keep you loyal to them through and through; Welt Yang’s hopes of finding answers were crushed as your eyes narrowed and, with a swift kick to his chest that sent him off balance more than anything, you brought up yet another glowing shield between yourself and him.

“It’s not my story to tell, Mister Welt Yang. You’ll understand in time — everyone will, but until that time, I’m afraid the script is not yours to read,” You stated firmly and without room for argument, and before Welt Yang could so much as get to his feet, your own shield had begun to dig into the cement between the two of you, cutting clean through the ground and causing the entirety of the ledge he’d backed you against to crumble completely.

“Wait–!” Welt Yang tried to protest, to try and at least reason with you one last time, but it was too late. You fell from the ledge, and before he could properly break through the shield and get to you, the SAM suit of Firefly had already caught you; had she been laying in wait for you to fall all along?

Whatever the answer to that may be, or any of the other questions nagging at Welt Yang’s mind at that moment, none of these queries went answered like he had hoped. He could only sigh and stand, dusting himself off and wincing as he finally noticed the stinging pain of the cuts within his arms. He’d have to tend to those soon…

But for now, Welt Yang was as content as he could be to make the trek back to the Express — while that confrontation hadn’t gone as he’d hoped, he knew your words would be floating around his mind for days to come, just as his would hopefully be plaguing yours. Next time, he assured himself, next time he’d sit down and have a proper conversation with you and expand on the foundations he’d dug today.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi! I was wondering if you could maybe write some comfort for me? 🥺. My energy has been gone the last few days, can't even take care of myself and I've been feeling/acting really childish in my head even though to others I'm still my normal self.. I'm not sure if I can ask this, but can you use this when writing?

(Doing this on anon because I'm pretty scared that I'm being rude, words haven't been easy for me lately. I'm sorry)

Hi my love, I’m sorry to hear you’re aren’t feeling yourself, I know the feeling of being lost in your own head well and how scary it can be. I hope this helps a little <3 You left this pretty vague so I hope this is okay.

1.6k of dewther fluff and comfort because I love and miss them so much

Aether bolts up from a deep sleep unexpectedly to a high pitched screeching. His brain slow and sluggish with sleep trying to decipher what the sound is. He blinks owlishly around his room, thankful for ghouls abilities to see in the dark, the clock in his bedside table reads 02:14. The screeching stops for a second before being replaced with a desperate wail, piercing in pitch.

Dewdrop.

Fucking lucifer below, their rooms are on the opposite ends of the ghouls dormitories, how loud was he being if Aether could hear him? He jumps from his nest before he even thinks about it, taking a blue fleece blanket and wrapping it around himself. Despite it getting into the warmer seasons now there was still a chill in the air at night. He walks quickly and quietly down the hall, towards Dew’s room, not wanting to wake anyone else up if Dew’s screaming already hadn’t.

He get to Mountain’s room, right next to Dew’s, and sees both Mountain and Swiss sticking their heads of the door, eyes heavy and ears pinned back.

“Is that Dew?” Swiss whispers, voice thick with sleep.

“I’ve got this, you two can go back to sleep.”

Mountain nods, pulling Swiss back into his room.

“Tell him we love him.” And with that the door closes.

Aether doesn’t even knock, just pushes the door to Dews room open and is met with a heartbreaking sight. Dew was knelt in the middle of his nest, tail wrapped around himself, desperately clutching at one of his blankets, which Aether think was one of his originally. He’s shaking like a leaf on the wind, eyes wide and wild as they dart around the room, almost like he’s looking for something, ears pinned back in pure fear. He’s still screaming, tears flowing down his face as he locks eyes with Aether, a wet gargle sound leaving his lips, making grabby hands towards him.

The smell of ammonia hits him as he rushes towards him, pulling the smaller ghouls into his arms with ease, pulling his legs around his hips, cradling the smaller ghoul in his arms. He notices the a wet patch at the back of Dew’s pyjama pants but ignores that for now, focusing on getting Dew to calm down.

“Nightmare? Seems like a bad one this time.” He whispers.

Dew whimpers at him, screaming subsided as he takes shuddering gasps of air. He buries his face into Aethers neck, nodding before hiccuping as another wave of tears flow down his cheeks.

Aether sits back against the headboard, avoiding the wet patch in Dew’s nest, and rocks them bath back and forth, rubbing slow circles on his back. He wraps his blanket around the smaller ghoul as he feels gooses bumps form in his skin, his shaking increasing slightly.

Dew let’s out a particularly hard wail, hand clamping down on Aether’s shoulders so hard he might have drawn blood.

“Oh I know, baby boy, I know.” He buries his hand in Dews hair, using his claws to scratch at his scalp. “It must have been a really bad one for you get into a state like this.”

Dew having nightmares wasn’t uncommon. They’d all been woken up at some point by Dews painful screaming or to him jumping into someone’s bed with tears running down his face. But normally it only took a few minutes for him to calm down, once he realised he was safe and everyone he loved was also safe, it was easy for him to drift back off to sleep. But of course on rare nights, nights like tonight, he’d have nightmares that shook him to his core, that left him visibly shaking and unable to sleep for days.

Dew shakes his head and another sob wracks his body a fresh batch of tears flowing down his face. He lets out a weird gargle sound into Aether’s neck before pulling away abruptly, looking at Aether with wide panicked eyes as he gags properly.

Aether takes his chin in between his thumb and pointer finger tipping his head back slightly as Dew retches again, looking at home with even more panicked eyes.

“A-aether.”

“I know, baby. I need you to take some deep breaths for me, okay?” He rubs his thumb along Dew’s jawline. “Can you do that for me, darling?”

Dew nods as he shudders, desperately trying to fight off another gag.

“Don’t want you being sick, do we?” He scratches at Dews scalp again. “Deep breath, just like this, baby boy.” He takes a deep exaggerated breath, smiling when Dew copied him with a staggered breath.

“Good boy.” He rubs down Dew’s back. “Can you do that again for me, baby?”

Dew gags again, but it’s weaker this time but manages to take a deep breath. He repeats himself without Aether instructing him.

“Good boy, just like that.” Aether brushes a few strands of hair from his face. “Doing so well, darling.

There are still tears running down Dew’s face but his breathing evens out a little more, cry’s turning into sniffles and the occasional whimper, the sudden nausea obviously worn off. He rests his head on Aether’s shoulder, relaxing into him a little as the initial panic of his nightmare dies down.

“There we go, that’s much better isn’t it?” Aether says as he pulls the blanket tighter around the both of them. He wraps his tail around Dew’s thigh, hoping it will bring him comfort.

Dew sniff and nods, burying his head back into Aether’s neck, rubbing his nose along his scent gland.

They stay like that for a while, Aether gently rocking them back and forth as he listens to Dew taking deep breath’s into his neck. He sniffles and huffs occasionally, little puffs of air hitting Aether’s neck. Aether purrs quietly, hoping the gentle vibration will sooth Dew even more.

“You feeling a little better now?”

Dew hums and nods against Aether’s neck.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Dew whimpers and shakes his head desperately. “No, please. A-aether, just want to forget.”

“Okay, baby boy. Whatever you want.” Aether twists Dew’s hair around his finger.

Dew hums again, burying his face further into Aether’s neck with a small purr. At least he was purring now, he must be feeling slightly better, despite the fact the Aether’s sleep shirt was still getting damp.

Dew squirms in his lap slightly before settling down again. That doesn’t last long before he’s squirming again a discontented whine leaving his lips.

“You okay, baby boy?”

Dew let’s out another whine, pulling away from his neck. “Uncomfortable.” He pouts.

“Ah, yeah. I think you might have peed a little in your panic.” Aether says gently, still playing with Dew’s hair.

Dew’s bottom lip wobbles again as tears run down his face again. “I didn’t meant too.” he sniffs, eyes doe like and wide. “I promise.”

“I know, darling, I know.” Aether runs a thumb over Dew’s cheek bones. “How about we clean you up, and we go back to my nest and go back to sleep?”

“Yes please.”

Aether carry’s Dew to his bathroom with ease. It doesn’t take long to clean him up, simply running a damp wash cloth over him, he doesn’t complain or whine once just Clings to Aether like a lifeline as he does his thing. He leave Dew’s damp pyjama pants screwed up in a ball on his bathroom floor, a job for tomorrow, along with the blankets in his nest, that he’ll make sure to wash first thing.

He gives Dew the option of putting pyjamas back on or staying naked, Dew chooses to stay naked, so Aether wraps his blanket around him tightly to keep the chill off his naked body. He picks him up bridal styles and makes his way out of Dew’s room, towards his own.

“Let’s get you settled in my room, hopefully we can both go back to sleep.” He places a kiss to Dew’s damp cheek, causing Dew to squeak. There was still the odd tear that runs down Dew’s cheek despite him calming down.

They pass Mountain’s room, hearing two sets of snoring making Aether smile. At least they weren’t disturbed too much.

Once in Aether’s room, he deposits Dew into the middle of his nest, still wrapped in his blanket and watches as he wiggles around in the mass of blankets and furs getting comfortable. He stretches and yawns.

“Oh, big stretch.”

Dew whines, not being able to settle and pouts up at Aether.

“Aetherrrrrrr. Please.”

“I’m sorry, don’t worry, I’m coming.” Aether says as he strips his shirt and pants off, leaving him on just his boxers.

He climbs into his nest, going to spoon Dew but the smaller ghoul has other plans as he climbs on to top of Aether, finally setting on top of him. He buries his face into Aether’s chest with a purr as he rubs a cheek along his chest hair.

He curls up with a happy chip on Aether, the bigger ghouls scratching his back gently. Dew’s tail wraps around Aether’s arm, tightly.

“That better, baby boy? You comfy now?”

Dew hums, his face once again burying into Aether’s neck once again.

“Think you can sleep now? Think you’ve calmed down enough?” Aether asks running a hand through Dew’s hair once again.

Dew nod into his neck with a small thrill, curling himself up even smaller on top of Aether. “Can I sleep here?” He asks in a small voice.

“Of course baby, as long as you’re comfortable.”

Dew hums once again, finally feeling safe enough to let his eyes slip closed.

Aether stays awake for a little while long, just to make sure Dew is fine and sleeping soundly, letting one hand run through Dew’s hair and the rub circles on his back. He waits Until Dew’s small sniffles turn into soft snore against his neck, purrs vibrating in between snore, before he lets his own eyes slip shut. His own purrs mixed his Dew’s and his gentle snores lulling him into a peaceful sleep easily.

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It's been a long day...

Alhaitham x (Male Reader)

June 13, Post 9 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

(Set to after he’s moved to Acting Grand S., and Alhaitham plops himself onto our lap)

MY FIRST ALHAITHAM FIC WOOOOOO

I hope this isn't too bad lmao

As the Akademiya’s Acting Grand Sage, he naturally has a lot of work to do.

However, it’s quite known that Alhaitham doesn’t like or ever stick around once his shift is finished.

But why? What is the reason for his tendency to quickly disappear once work is over?

He always responds the same way, “I sometimes go to the tavern,” or ignores them, whether purposely by using his headphones as an excuse or accidentally, yet is never at the tavern.

If only they could see Alhaitham, his pace quickening, as he comes back to you like a puppy.

Reaching the house, his eyes drift around the room, searching for you.

Sitting comfortably in his chair, The Acting Grand Sage finally finds you doing boring paperwork in another room, your eyes trained on the paper while holding a quill.

Alhaitham immediately plops himself on your lap, making himself comfortable and wrapping his arms around your neck, holding you close to him. Silence envelops you both as seconds pass by, before getting broken once again.

“Not even a ‘Hello’?” You murmur, one arm wrapping around his waist.

It seemed like today was a lazy day for Alhaitham, as he constantly kept clinging onto you, never letting go once. For example, in the morning, before getting up to change for work, he had decided on trying to keep you from getting up; so that he could continue cuddling with you in bed.

Oh, but don’t tell him that he always and every day clings on to you anyway, he’ll find a way to refute even if it’s the truth.

Finally deciding on stopping paperwork for the day and to indulge him, you grab Alhaitham by the waist with both arms and carry him to the living room. Gently setting him down on the soft cushions of the couch, his legs and arms cage you, bringing your body on the couch next to him so that you were trapped between him and the sofa.

Alhaitham has had a long day, and he really needs you today.

Alhaitham’s eyes slowly close, as he becomes sleepy and realizes that he never wants to let go.

“Aww, how cute.” You whisper, caressing his relaxed face

A genius in the eyes of many, yet yours in the eyes of you.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — ftm!reader. mean!dom shang tsung. sub!reader. spanking. sadism. masochism. pain kink. degradation. bondage(?) dub con(?) sharp objects. mentions of bdsm. manhandling.

a/n: going through shang tsung brainrot rn. i loved him sm in mk1, he’s an absolute bitch and its so funny. he deserved a spot in kinktober so here it is! i must warn y’all tho, things will get a bit more extreme as kinktober goes on. nothing too dark! but just a heads up. with that being said, enjoy! 🫶🏼

He was mean, really mean.

You wriggled against your restraints, your skin sticking to the crumbling velvet underneath you. Everything hurted, and it hurted bad.

“You thought I would go easy on you? Hm?”

Shang Tsung scoffed, his condescending and apathetic tone both brought tears and aroused you. You sniffled, trying to hold back cries and preventing yourself from falling apart in front of him. However, it’s proved more difficult then you’d expect.

You flinched when you felt something sharp against your tender skin, running up your back and back down against your sides. The needles that were strapped to his arm proven useful for his twisted session with his ‘assistant’.

“You were supposed to be a useful asset, but i guess you couldn’t help yourself submitting to me. How cute.”

He mocked, chuckling as you grew embarrassed and tried to turn away from his face until a loud and harsh smack! startled you. Your cheek grew red and the stinging pain began to settle in, realizing he had slapped you. He wasn’t done yet with his assault though.

His hand came down on your bare thighs, which were covered in hand marks. Your back arched, a yelp tore out of your throat. He massaged the red mark before striking again onto your other thigh. You grew more shocked at the fact Shang Tsung didn’t even need a paddle or a whip to inflict such damage onto you, when his bare hands were enough. Maybe that’s what made him so alluring, made you too curious till you drifted too close to the sun.

Finding out about his more sadistic nature in bed was the result of you being too deep in your ridiculous fantasies. Ones where your superior deflowered and ruined you beyond repair, ones so dirty it’d be shamed upon by others. You wondered how far he’d go to reach cloud nine, even at the cost of his submissive. That sort of thinking landed you in this very situation.

After accidentally catching him with what looked like BDSM toys and serums that smelled of roses and sickly sweet scents only made for lovers, Shang Tsung would capture you in the right moment. Behind you, watching you blush and near flabbergasted at what you found. He’d lean down, whisper in your flushed ear.

“Now what seem to be the matter, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to manhandle you, effortlessly carrying you onto the soft examination table and bound your wrists to it. Tearing off your uniform effortlessly and ignoring your questions and yelps of shock. He watched for seemingly ages as you slowly fell into ecstasy with each strike on your skin. Degrading names slipped off his tongue, as he grew harsher and harsher with each slap.

“I didn’t know they sent me an adorable pet for an assistant! How did I get so lucky?”

He almost laughs, continuing to strike you all over. Your thighs, ass, back and even your cheek were bright red with his hand marks. The pain turned into pleasure, with moans and pleas for more replacing the high pitched yelps from earlier.

Suddenly, he stopped. You mewled, growing upset at the sudden hault. But before you could turn around to whine, you shuddered at the feeling of something against your cunny.

Shang Tsung ran his fingers between your thighs, teasing them at your soaked hole. He brought them up to your clit, playing with it between his fingers. He looked up, making eye contact with you.

“Want me to go..further with this, y/n?”

It didn’t take long for him to get his answer, as you nodded quickly while desperate and whiney ‘mhm!’’s came through your throat. Shang Tsung chuckled, shaking his head with his trademark grin on his face.

“You’re disgusting, it’s adoroble. ♡”

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[callsignspark]

Mar[r]y Me - part seven

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, if you read these be warned that the last little bit will probably make you want to yell at me, ignore the fact that the mentioned tswift song wasn't out in 2021, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 4.8k

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note: happy Friday!! it’s here! part seven!! I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks, I hope you all have an amazing weekend!! (side note: this chapter means we've almost hit 50,000 words on this story??? what!!! thanks for all your support!)

part seven - pasta e piselli

C’mon, pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

Bradley repeats the plea over and over again in his head, staring at his own stressed expression on the Facetime call screen. He’s not sure why he’s worried; she’s picked up every other time he’s called.

Which has been every day this week, so far.

He’s just about to give up, figuring she’s still busy at work, when Mary answers.

“Happy Thurs-” Bradley stops when he realizes she’s on the phone, holding a finger up.

“Just hang on one second, Zia! No! I-” She speaks rapidly in another language, surprising Bradley, before pulling the phone away and bending closer to her iPad. “Sorry, I just need like ten minutes to get her off the phone, and then I’m all yours. I can call you back?”

“Nah, that’s okay. I’ll just be here.” He returns her smile, only slightly distracted by the brief flash of lace he gets where her work shirt is unbuttoned.

Bradley watches her bustle around her hotel room, tidying up and throwing things in her suitcase as she talks on the phone. He gets comfortable on his couch, propping himself up on a mountain of pillows and letting the sweet sound of Mary’s voice wash over him. He’s pretty sure she’s talking to her aunt in Italian, based on the googling he did of the bits and pieces he was able to understand.

It’s sexy, he thinks, imagining what it would be like to have her whisper in his ear in Italian, even if he would have no idea what was being said.

“You would think the fact that she’s closing in on 100 would mean she would have less energy to talk, but somehow, she’s only gained strength over the years.”

His focus comes back to the screen, drifting away from the fantasy he was building in his head to find Mary smiling sweetly at him, her chin resting in her hand. “Hi.”

“Hi, Bradley.”

“You speak Italian.” She nods, saying something to him and laughing when he just looks confused. “What?”

“I said that you must have had a stressful day because your hair looks like your call sign, Mr. Rooster.”

“It’s not that bad!” A glance at his Facetime window tells him that his hair is sticking straight up. Of course, he can’t admit that it’s from running his hands through it during his minor panic that she wouldn’t pick up and then while dreaming about having her on his lap. “Okay. I’ve had better hair days. But back to you, Italian?”

“Yeah, my whole family speaks it to varying degrees. The first few generations - on both sides - spoke very little English, if any at all. My parents and their siblings are the first generation that you could consider fully fluent in English. I had older relatives that only spoke Italian live with my family growing up, so I was a bilingual baby.”

“Was it hard to learn English?”

“Not really? Our house was English first, Italian second whenever possible, so I picked both up pretty quick.”

“That’s so cool! I took Spanish in high school, but I really only remember how to ask about the library. Donde está la biblioteca?” They laugh at his poor pronunciation. “So, how was your day?”

“It was good! Very productive; with all the meetings today, I finally had enough time to finish my program review slides! So tomorrow, I can fully focus on outfitting the last three jets. The team up here understood the upgrade really quickly, which is encouraging. It means the training pipeline that Dave put in place is working.”

“That’s good. What uh- what are you doing now?” Bradley’s mouth goes dry as he watches Mary unbutton her shirt, slipping it off to reveal a white camisole that clings to her in all the right places.

“Some of the people I worked with in Florida are here for training and program review prep! And we finally all have a free evening, so we’re going to dinner! I want to wear that shirt tomorrow morning, and I don’t want to get makeup on it while I’m retouching.”

“That sounds fun.” He can hear how rough his voice is, heart thumping when he watches her eyes dart to his, a light pink appearing on the apples of her round cheeks.

“How was your day?”

He tucks an arm behind his head, watching her freshen her makeup and telling her about the antics the Dagger Squad had gotten up to without her. It had been a light day; everyone got grounded due to rain, so Cyclone had them act as guinea pigs for a new training regiment the Navy is considering. They had, of course, gotten too competitive about it and completely over-performed the expected standards. Admiral Simpson was so frustrated that he let them go early, banning them from his sight for the rest of the day.

“He really swore at you guys?!” Mary laughs, swiping something shiny over her lips.

“He did! And he did that thing where he gets so mad his face turns red, and it looks like that vein in his neck is going to rupture!”

“You guys are going to kill that man.”

“It’s Mav’s fault. He taught us the right buttons to push.” Bradley shrugs when Mary raises a doubtful eyebrow at him, a laugh threatening to break through.

“I only half believe that some of you are quite annoying all on your own.”

“Wow, hurtful.”

She giggles at his dramatic chest grab. “I didn’t name names; if you took offense, that’s your own fault. Does my makeup look okay? Any places need fixing?”

Mary holds the tablet up to her face, closing her eyes to show off her makeup. Bradley takes the quiet moment to admire her. She’s never really been one to wear much makeup, but every time she does, it just enhances her beauty.

“You look great.” He holds back all the compliments and praise he wants to shower her with, reminding himself they’re not quite there yet, choosing to add some helpful feedback instead. “You do have some mascara on your right eyelid, though.”

“Oh, thank you! I’ll clean that up when I change.” She walks over to the closet, pulling out two dresses. “Which one for dinner?”

“The red one.” He answers with zero hesitation. He loves red on her; the color always looks so good against her tanned skin.

She hums, holding the dress against herself and looking in the mirror. “Yeah, good choice. I’m gonna ch-”

Mary shrieks as a door flies open, and Harvard comes bursting in. “Are you ready yet?”

“Brigham! You’re only supposed to use that for emergencies!”

“I’m hungry, and I want to get going.”

“That is not an emergency! What if I was naked?!”

“I could hear Rooster’s big mouth; I knew you weren’t naked. C’mon! Get changed. I want to eat!”

Bradley sits there baffled as Mary throws the dress he didn’t pick at Harvard’s head, snapping at him to hang it up before slamming the bathroom door behind her.

Harvard does and then takes Mary’s seat, waving at Bradley with a big grin on his face, completely unaware of how Bradley is reeling inside. “Hey, man! What’s up? How’re you?”

He doesn’t break to let Rooster answer, rambling on about his week and the mentoring program Cyclone had sent him to work on. Bradley can only let it go on so long before he bursts. “How did you get in?”

At that exact moment, Mary reappears, the red fabric highlighting her tan and accentuating her curves, even better than he remembered it from the night they met. “We ended up with adjoining rooms.”

“We’re keeping them unlocked for emergency purposes, aka so I can make sure she actually has some fun while we’re here.” Harvard proudly announces.

“I was swindled; he’s got very convincing puppy dog eyes.” She ushers him out of her chair so she can slip her shoes on. “It’s like the little brother I never wanted.”

“You’re so mean to me.”

Mary looks at Bradley and rolls her eyes. “And yet he refuses to leave. Go grab your wallet and the keys so we can get going.”

They both ignore Brigham’s muttered complaints as he heads to his room, focusing on each other.

“You look beautiful, honey.” Bradley says lowly once their friend is gone, like if he’s quiet enough with his compliments, then their just friends for now promise won’t be broken.

She looks at him through her lashes, putting her earring on and answering just as lowly. “Thank you. You look handsome.”

“Even with my hair sticking up?”

“Even then, dolcezza.” She hums. A yell from next door interrupts them before he can ask what she called him. “I gotta go, or we’ll be late for dinner. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Have fun, be safe.”

“Hello?” Bradley grumbles into the receiver, not appreciating being woken up after it took almost an hour to fall asleep.

“I can’t see you, Bradley; turn the light on.”

He pulls the phone back, pleasantly surprised to find Mary staring back at him. She’s showered and propped her phone against something, her brown eyes looking sleepy as she snuggles under the covers. A wave of longing hits him; she looks so soft and sweet. He wants nothing more than to be there with her.

“Sorry I woke you up.” She apologizes as he flips the light on and stands his phone on his bedside table.

“S’okay. Did you have a good time with your friends?”

“Yeah…” She sighs, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “It was great! I haven’t seen them since I left last year. We drank so much wine, which happens every time we let Ron pick the restaurant.”

“You tipsy, honey?”

“Think so.” She giggles, burying her face in her pillow for a second. “But it’s okay. Brigham drove, and he made sure I didn’t twist my ankle in those sandals.”

“Did he complain about it?”

“The whole time, he’s a good guy.” She blinks at his annoyed grumble. “Are you jealous? It’s okay if you are, but you don’t have to be. He really is like a brother. Besides, you’re the only sexy Dagger. Like, you’re all ridiculously attractive - statistically, only one or two of you should be hot, and somehow you all are; someone should study the probability of that - but you’re the only one I think is sexy.”

Bradley feels his jaw drop at her admission. He wants to stop her and talk about the fact that she thinks he’s sexy, but she’s steamrolling ahead on a different topic.

“I’m so excited to get home! It’s Annie’s birthday on Saturday, so I get to watch her run around with all her little friends from preschool. It’s gonna be so cute!” She coos, her smile wide.

“You’re gonna need a few Advil after listening to all that screaming.”

“Probably, but it’ll be nice to see her have fun on her birthday.”

“Hey, speaking of birthdays. I was thinking we should do something for your birthday on Sunday since I’ll be gone on the actual day.”

“You remember my birthday?”

“Of course I do, March 14th - Pi Day. And if I did my math correctly, you’re going to be 34.”

“That’s right.” Her answer is just above a whisper.

He can’t describe the way Mary is looking at him; her eyes are big and glassy, and there’s something in her expression he just can’t quite recognize.

“I was thinking we’d spend an evening together - just the two of us - and I’ll make dinner for you.”

“That’s so sweet, Bradley, but I don’t know if I can accept. That’s a lot of work.”

“No, it’s not. Not if I’m doing it for you.”

“Bradley… that plan isn’t very just friends.” Her voice is quiet, shy.

“I know. But I promise, this is completely different than the dinner I promised you after I get back in May. It’s not a date like that’s going to be. So whatdya say? Gonna let me make you dinner?”

“Only if I’m bringing dessert.”

“Nope, it’s your birthday. You’re not bringing dessert.”

Mary’s eyebrows scrunch as she sits up to get closer to the camera, the covers slipping down to reveal her nightgown. Bradley swallows hard. He knows she’s not doing it on purpose - doesn’t think she is anyway - but the pink fabric drapes across her skin in the most tantalizing way. He watches the strap slip down her shoulder, feeling weaker with every millimeter it moves. It makes him want to give in to her, but he stays strong, insisting that she’s not allowed to bring food to her own birthday dinner.

“Fine. Am I allowed to bring wine?”

He thinks for a second. “That’s okay, as long as that’s all you bring.”

“Scout’s honor.”

“Alright, smartass. Time for bed.” He lays back down, watching as she gets comfortable.

Mary hums, fighting against her eyes that are trying to slip close. “Talk tomorrow?”

“Course. Good night, honey.”

The last thing he sees before she hangs up is her pretty face, a sleepy smile on her lush lips, and her dark hair spread out on the white hotel pillows. “Night, dolcezza. Sleep well.”

The screen goes dark, and Bradley smiles back at his own reflection. It had taken some trial and error, but he had looked up what dolcezza meant while she was at dinner.

Dolcezza: Sweetheart or Honey (literally: sweetness; considered old-fashioned)

Mary’s anxiety has been eating away at her all day. From the moment she woke up, to getting ready two hours early because she was worried about being late, to this very second. The combination of nerves and excitement has her entire body vibrating. Her hand even shook a little when she lifted it to knock, thankful that she had tucked the wine safely into her canvas bag.

It’s just dinner with Bradley. There’s nothing to be nervous about.

She’s been telling herself that since accepting his invitation, but she can’t fool her own heart. Bradley inviting her over so he can make a birthday dinner for her because he’s going to be gone on her actual birthday? She knows this means more for them than just dinner.

More than just friends.

She’s beginning to regret asking that they wait to go on a date until he gets back from this deployment. He was so kind and understanding when she explained and had been taking everything at the pace she requested. But an itch is starting to form, one she can’t scratch by herself.

An itch that can only soothed by Bradley’s lips pressed to hers. By his big hands cradling her face. By his strong body pinning hers to the bed. By the two of them sharing a bed at night. Now that she’s had a slice what it would be like to be with him, she’s desperate for more. Just the thought of how he might taste-

You have got to calm down. Deep breath. Deep breath. Deep breath.

Mary follows her own instructions, trying to practice the Lamaze breathing she learned at Danielle’s birthing classes, the ones she attended when they weren’t sure what Reuben’s schedule would look like. She’s smoothing nonexistent wrinkles out of her shirt when the door opens.

Why the fuck did I say we should be just friends for now?

Bradley looks gorgeous. There’s no other word to describe it. The sleeves of his sweater are pushed up and hugging his arms, the soft fabric stretched across his broad shoulders. He’s wearing her favorite pair of jeans, the light-wash ones that cup his ass just right. And he’s gotten a trim, his curls slightly shorter than the last time she saw him in person.

As a familiar aroma wafts past his tall frame, his flushed cheeks make her wonder if it’s because he’s been cooking or because of her. She hopes it’s because of her.

“Hi. Happy birthday, Mariella.”

She loves it when Bradley says her full name. His pink lips curving around the letters, the syllables effortlessly dripping from his mouth. He even develops the tiniest Italian accent, an unconscious effect of her name. Her heart pounds with the care he always uses with her name, the respect.

“Thanks, Bradley.” She’s momentarily taken off guard when he pulls her into his strong chest but is reluctant to pull back from his warm hug. “Whatever you’re making smells good.”

“Thank you! I think you’re gonna like it.”

Mary’s smile widens as he takes her bag while she slips her shoes off. “Yeah? What are we having?”

“Oh, that’s a surprise - you’ll just have to wait a little bit and see. Have a seat at the table, and I’ll pour you a glass of this wine you brought.”

She slips into a dining room chair and watches as he opens the wine, bobbing his head to the music coming from the record player across the room. He dramatically sniffs the cork, and the cheeky smile he shoots over his shoulder makes her laugh.

“Something funny, Miss Mary?” Bradley saunters around the counter peninsula, handing over a stemless wine glass.

“Nothing, just unaware I was in the presence of a sommelier. Did you taste the peach the label talked about?”

“I did; I also picked up on notes of lime. Very delicious pinot grigio you selected for tonight.”

“The Navy’s amazing reading skills in action.” She smirks at the confused tilt of his head. “It’s a sauvignon blanc, Bradley.”

He throws his head back as he laughs. “Shit! They all taste the same to me.”

“Me too.” She admits as he checks on the food, warmth blooming in her chest at the domesticity of the scene. All the anxiety from earlier suddenly seems ridiculous; she’s never felt more comfortable with a man. “Which drives Dani insane because apparently there’s a lot of differences.”

“Wine is wine! You know, like Mr. Incredible when he tries to do the math homework?” Bradley jokes as he sets salad and bread on the table. “Could you dish out the salad while I serve the pasta?”

Mary is slicing the loaf of sourdough when Bradley sets a bowl of pasta at seat. His chest brushes her back, and he squeezes her hip as he moves to his seat, murmuring a low thanks when she puts bread on his plate. She loses her breath as she sits back down, her heart racing when she sees what he’s made.

“Pasta e piselli?”

“It’s your favorite.”

“You remember that?”

“What’s your favorite?”

Mary perks up at the question, happy that Bradley is so interested in what she has to say. “Pasta e piselli, which is just pasta and peas. But it’s so good and filling and comforting.”

“Do you make it a lot?”

“I don’t actually, Amelia, even though it’s very easy to make.” She sends a conspiratory wink to her, getting a big smile in return. “It’s one of those recipes I break out for a special dinner or when I need a pick-me-up meal.”

“Special dinner? You ever make it for a date?”

The question stops her cold. She knows Amelia catches the way her face drops, a shocked expression she can’t quite control. One of her worst qualities, according to her mother. She can feel pity radiating from the young girl standing on the end of the cart, feeling sad for the pathetic thirty-three-year-old woman who can’t understand when a man just thinks of her as a friend.

Her throat feels acidic, swallowing the tears that threaten to show themselves. She feels so stupid, because up until that question, she would have sworn Bradley was flirting with her. She should know better by now. She’s not someone that men find desirable. She’s fat and awkward and bad at flirting.

Mary stutters out an answer, some bullshit about commitment, before focusing on Amelia, who interrupts to talk about cupcakes. She takes advantage of the distraction, using it to move them toward the cashiers and taking the first chance to get away from the siblings. She can’t help but feel even more heartbroken when Bradley offers to carry her groceries. He’s such a good guy. It’s not his fault she’s so pathetic and convinced herself a man like Bradley could want someone like her.

“That’s sweet, but I’ve got it. Been doing this all by myself for years now! Enjoy your pizza, guys!” She gives a poor excuse of a wave, her smile sad as she thinks about how true her statement is.

She has been doing it by herself for years. All alone - no partner, no roommate, no help - since she graduated college. Her best friends usually thousands of miles away, limited contact with her family in New York, only a few friends in Missouri. And then, in Florida, just when she had started to get friendly with people besides the admiral she worked with, she had gotten the job in San Diego and moved, leaving that budding life behind.

She should probably be thankful that Bradley didn’t press more after Amelia interrupted. That he didn’t ask her to help him make the recipe for whatever lucky woman he had in mind when he asked about making it for a date. Because she would have said yes, desperate to spend time with the man she had a crush on.

Well, that’s gonna stop now righ now,  she decides as she sends one last small smile to Bradley and Amelia, trudging out to her Jeep and letting herself cry for a few seconds once the groceries are loaded. Driving home with tears leaking down her cheeks as her favorite sad Taylor Swift song plays on repeat.

“Of course I do.” His socked feet brush her own, and he reaches over to grab her hand.” You said you would only make it for someone who was committed to you.”

Her heart races at the implication of his words.

I’m committed to you.

“You asked if I would make this for a date.” Bradley nods. “This isn’t a date.”

“It’s not a date.” He confirms, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

“It’s only been a week, I’m not-”

“I know, Mary.” He gently cuts her off. “It’s not a date; I just wanted to make something special for your birthday.”

She tries to swallow around the lump in her throat, overwhelmed by the sweet and thoughtful man sitting beside her. Compared to her previous relationship attempts, Bradley keeps surpassing her expectations by leaps and bounds. She knows it’s not fair to compare them, to keep waiting for him to act like them. He’s not them.

He is so much better.

Bradley is kind and caring. He listens to her, really takes in what she’s saying, doesn’t just nod as the words come out of her mouth. The slightest brush of his skin against hers sets her on fire. He makes her feel safe; she’s never once questioned his intentions or felt uneasy while in the car with him.

Logically, Mary knows the beautiful man in front of her really does care about her, but it’s still hard to believe they’ve gotten here. That they’re here, having this not-date that is so clearly a date. That they’ve confessed their feelings.

“Try some.”

Her stare lingers on his face for another minute, committing his soft expression to memory, before looking down at her bowl.

“It really does look great.” She doesn’t let go of his hand, scooping a bite with her right hand and blowing to cool it down. Bradley’s eyes twinkle as she takes the first bite, his pupils dilating at the involuntary sound that escapes as the flavors melt in her mouth.

No one had made this meal for her since her grandmother passed away twenty years ago. It's like a taste of childhood between the fresh peas and the sharp pecorino cheese.

“Is it good?”

“Well, it’s not Nonna Romano's pasta e piselli, but you did a great job, Bradley. It’s delicious.” She smiles as his face drops in relief, a wide smile replacing his nervous one.

They spend dinner talking and laughing, their legs constantly brushing together as they discuss which post-program review happy hour mixers they should attend. Then, after the leftovers are packed up, Bradley ushers her onto his balcony and plops the two of them on his wicker loveseat, ignoring her protests that she could do the dishes.

“I’ll do them later. Just sit here and relax with me, would ya?”

“Fine.” Mary huffs, shuffling closer until she’s tucked into his side, warm and content under the blanket he grabbed.

The two sit in comfortable silence, cuddled together as they listen to the sounds of the street below and watch the last rays of the sunset slip away. It’s not until the few stars that are actually visible through San Diego’s light pollution appear in the sky that one of them moves.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, chuckling at her tiny, displeased whine when he pulls away. She watches him walk into his apartment, appreciating the long lines of his body.

When the door slides shut, she takes a second to just breathe, the crisp evening air filling her lungs and cooling her warm cheeks as she tries to calm herself down. The butterflies in her storm are waging a war against her, but not in a bad way. It’s not nerves or anxiety that’s making her stomach flip.

It’s happiness.

It’s Bradley.

An involuntary laugh escapes at the realization. Mary presses the blanket against her face, muffling the excited giggles she can’t control. Giddy like a schoolgirl with her first real crush. She brings the blanket down at the sound of the door opening; her cheeks are sore from smiling so big but they stretch even more at the sight in front of her.

Bradley walking towards her, singing Happy Birthday with a slice of cheesecake in one hand and his phone in the other. He carefully sits back down, handing over the plate to light the candle.

“Happy birthday to you!”

Mary can’t look away from the man sitting next to her. Her heart is so full she could cry. She’s never been one to make a big fuss about birthdays. Usually spends the day working and enjoying her colleagues' happiness at the treats she brought to share. Treating herself to dinner out and maybe some dessert before calling her best friends to chat and catch up, laughing through their awful rendition of Happy Birthday.

The effort Bradley has put in has her on the brink of happy tears. Not only did he remember her favorite dinner months after she mentioned it once, but he put in the time to actually make it. He’s done all the work himself and hasn’t let her lift a finger. Something she appreciates more than he could ever imagine. Growing up, there was never a day where she was allowed to not help. Every special day of her - birthday, graduation - ended with her in the kitchen, putting leftovers away and washing dishes while her brothers got to have fun. And on top of all that, she knows he asked Dani or Reuben for help because he’s stuck a candle in a slice of chocolate raspberry swirl cheesecake - her favorite.

His soft voice interrupts her thoughts. “Make a wish, honey.”

I hope we never get tired of each other. I hope we grow old together. I hope we love each other forever.

She keeps eye contact with him as she blows the candle out, hoping he understands she’s wishing for him.

For them.

Bradley stops recording and drops his phone on the table without looking, scooting closer to her with a hungry look in his eyes. It’s clear as day how much he wants her, even in the low light of the balcony, and it sends shivers up her spine.

“What did you wish for?” His voice is rough compared to a few seconds ago, like there’s gravel in his throat.

Mary’s eyes flicker between his lips and his eyes, unable to decide which one she wants to look at more. “I can’t say, or it might not come true.” His mouth wins the battle when his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that. Would we?” Her heart kicks into overdrive as he leans closer, his right hand pushing hair out of her face while the other slips around her back, tugging her closer.

“Thank you for this, it was perfect.”

Mary leans in, her breath hitching when the tips of their noses brush. Her free hand runs up his chest, appreciating the soft sweater before dipping into his curls. Bradley presses in even further, the small dessert plate between them the only thing keeping them apart.

“Of course. Happy Birthday, dolcezza.”

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[scullysexual]

A Jewel Beneath The Moonlight [Rewrite]

@today-in-fic | ao3

Summary: For Mulder, a wealthy English-bred socialite who’s had everything given to him since birth, the Titanic is shipping him off to a prison, a life he no longer wishes for or wants. For Scully, an Irish stranger from the lower class, it offers a new life, a future she can truly envision in America. What if the universe put them on the same path to achieve those dreams at the cost of life?

Chapter Eight.

“What happened to her?” asks Scully. They sit at the table, a bowl of grapes shared between them, the sketchbook open and on the first page with the drawing of Mulder’s sister.

“She ran off,” Mulder answers. “One night she was in her bed and the next morning she was gone.” Mulder shrugs. “We think she just ran away and that was the last time I ever got to draw her.”

Scully looks down at the drawing. “It’s like a photograph,” she says. “Why did she run away? Was your home life really that bad?”

“No actually, it was fine.” That surprises her. Scully looks from the drawing to Mulder, disbelieving that the Mulder household could be ‘fine’ when children are running away because of it.

“Really,” he says. “They weren’t as bad as they are now, they were even loving once, but then Samantha disappeared and Father grew cold, Mother grew withdrawn. All the happiness faded away.”

Sorrow pools in Scully’s chest. “That’s sad,” she says and Mulder nods. She can see him trying to ignore that the event, and the outcome of the event, still affects him ten years later. He doesn’t hide it very well.

She thinks of her own family and the necessity to stick together in order for everyone to survive. They didn’t have a choice whether they wanted to drift apart, they couldn’t.

Mulder shifts in his seat, frowns thinking. “They blamed me.” Scully listens. “They never outright said it but I know that they did. My parents were out that night and I was supposed to be looking after her. She disappeared under my watch.”

He doesn’t meet her eyes, and it occurs to Scully that he believes that he is the blame. Anger replaces the sadness, rage directed at his parents for making Mulder feel like it was all his fault, never denying or confirming this fact, leaving their child without closure.

“You were twelve, Mulder,” Scully says, shaking her head, barely believing that two grown adults could blame a child. “How can they blame you?”

Mulder shrugs again. “It doesn’t matter anyway,” he says, brushing it off. He reaches for the book and closes it, hiding his sister and the events of that day away. “She’s gone and she’s not coming back.”

He gets up and moves towards the safe. Scully leans back, still furious at Mulder’s parents but saddened for Mulder, for his carrying this unnecessary guilt around, for believing that he is the cause of all the misery.

“Mulder…” she begins but the door rattles, interrupting her. They both spin to see the door handle move and keys sliding into the lock.

“Who is…?”

Mulder places a finger on his lips, shushing her as his eyes flick to the clock and he nods at it. Dinner time is over.

“Come on,” he whispers, motioning her to stand. The lock begins to turn as Scully hurries over to where Mulder stands by the adjoining door, a rush of adrenaline surging through her.

Just as their front door opens, Mulder pushes open the adjoining door, dragging Scully through it. She gets a glimpse of a man in a black dinner suit before she’s rushing through the other bedroom and out of his parent’s front door.

Losing themselves in the crowd of people, Scully turns back to see Krycek staring them down as he slowly strides towards them.

A rush of excitement powers through her. “You ready to run, Mulder?”

He gives her a bewildered look before she grabs his hand and sprints off down the corridor.

They weave through the labyrinth of corridors, skitter around the flow of people returning from dinner, Krycek only just behind them.

She’s never felt this excited in a long time, missing the childhood game of playing chase. It’s clear Krycek was sent to find Mulder and the consequences they will both suffer just at the notion of being together should worry her, but instead she finds herself exhilarated, free.

They run down the decks, anything to lose Krycek in the crowd, someone tells them to stop running but they ignore them, continuing through doors and corridors Scully’s not a hundred percent sure they should be exploring.

They collide with service trolleys, Mulder almost knocks a steward down throwing himself around a corner. The man is unimpressed but Mulder and Scully can only laugh, apologising through bouts of laugher before they are disappearing through another door.

A wave of heat immediately hits her upon entering and Scully knows without a doubt that this is the boiler room and somewhere they should definitely not be.

They clamber down the ladder, the smoke and hot air clouding their vision. They almost pass through undetected, hidden by smoke billowing from the fires until a worker looks up and catches them. His shout of ‘hey’ alerts the other workers as all they begin shouting things at them. Scully feels Mulder’s grip on her hand tighten and, despite the warmth, they begin running through the area before anyone can stop what they’re doing and haul their asses out of there and report them for prohibited entry, Mulder shouting words of encouragement along the way and Scully only being able to laugh.

They reach another door and it’s dark initially, but as soon as the door is shut and they’ve both entered, lights begin to flicker on.

“The cargo hold,” she hears Mulder say.

She begins wandering through the gaps between the cars, marvelling at each one she passes. Each car has been shined and cared for by the stewards, not a single scratch can be seen one any of them.

“Which is yours?” Scully asks, swirling around to look at Mulder.

He stalks forward, weaving in and out of the cars just as Scully had done. He stops before a black coloured one.

“This one.” Scully strays over. Once there, a smile passes over him as he opens the door and outstretches his hand to her. “My lady.”

Going along with his game, she takes his hand and climbs into the car. Inside, she pushes the visor down as Mulder climbs into the front and honks the horn, making Scully giggle.

“Where to, Miss?”

Leaning forward, Scully rests against her arms, looking up towards the roof of the hold. “To the stars.”

She looks down from the ceiling to see Mulder smiling at her. With a kiss beforehand, he climbs through the window, only just fitting through and falls against the back seat, pulling Scully with him.

Scully sighs, wrapping herself tighter around Mulder and leans her head against his chest.

Content once more, she says, “We could just stay down here. Nobody would ever find us.”

Mulder presses a kiss to the top of her head and snuggles against her. “They’d find us eventually.”

“It’s a big ship, it’ll take them the rest of the journey and by then we’d be long gone.”

She shuts her eyes, all the more ready to just fall asleep against him. She feels the scratch of his nails against her arm and it lulls her, soothes her, she could drift away right now.

“When this ship docks, I’m getting off with you, Scully.”

Scully opens her eyes in disbelief. She’d been joking originally but when she looks up she sees the sincerity in his eyes, the truth. He is getting off this ship with her.

“Mulder…” she starts.

He moves his hand from her arm to clasp with her own, entwining their fingers together.

“I don’t care what anyone says. I love you and I can’t go without you.”

The urge to laugh overcomes her. This whole thing is absurd and stupid and is in no way possible. She feels bad, however, when she looks up at him through her laughter to see his face fall, his dreams crushed.

“Mulder,” she moves away from him and he folds in on himself, takes her action and laughing as even more rejection from her.

“It was stupid and I shouldn’t have said it,” he answers, beating himself up.

Scully shakes her head. “No, it’s just…we’ve known each other for three days.”

He smiles a little at that. He forgets as easily as she does that they only met just days ago even though, for an unexplainable reason, it feels much longer.

Mulder relaxes, now certain she is no longer rejecting him she pulls her to him again.

“I mean it, though,” he says. “You’re the only one that I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Scully lets those words sink in. She thinks to that first night, how broody and sad he had looked sat upon the rail, a complete juxtaposition to how he’s been these past two days in her company. He’s laughed and been happy, done stupid things like break into boiler rooms and cargo holds, risked his father’s wrath just to spend time with her.

She could mention Phoebe, about how she would take this knowledge but Phoebe is history, an already forgotten face in the millions she’s already saw in her life. Phoebe won’t bring Mulder happiness, but Scully will.

She answers with a heated kiss, turning and situating her knees onto either side of his thighs. Lets her tongue explore his mouth and permits his to do the same to hers, allowing the steady pace to grow urgent, get more flustered as they fight with pieces of clothing and strip them from each other’s bodies.

Once divest of clothes, Mulder trails his kisses downwards, focuses on each sensitive spot on his journey. Scully moans when she realises what he has in mind, feels the heat and moisture pool below.

They switch positions, Scully in the seat and Mulder on his knees in front of her. She forces her eyes to open, to look down and savour the sight before she feels Mulder’s tongue against her, feels the wonders he begins to do to her sensitive flesh, finally getting his repayment in for earlier. Scully smiles at the memory.

Then her smile changes to a moan, filling the hold, reverberating around the room. She soon understand that Mulder is a quick learner, hastily grasping onto knowing what makes her buck with pleasure, which direction of tongue has her moaning louder.

When she’s had enough and just wants him inside, she yanks him gently by hair.

He does as she asks and climbs back up her body, landing with his lips against her once again. The taste of herself on his lips makes her feral, makes her need stronger as she pushes him down onto the velvet and climbs on top of him, taking control.

Way down below in the pit of the ship, they make love for the fourth time that day.

Their time in the hold is cut short. Muffled voices waft their way from the boiler. Krycek may have given up finding them himself but it didn’t stop him from sending others to do his dirty work.

Mulder and Scully scramble to put their clothes back on. She struggles with laces, haphazardly tying them as quickly and as best she can before they hop out of the car.

Their surroundings give them an advantage. Quietly, they scramble around the hold, keeping an eye on the direction of the torch beams and use the cars and other vehicles as means of cover.

Adrenaline kicks in once more as she giddily follows Mulder to the end of the room to the other exit. Once through, they run back up the ladder and decks. They burst their way through the door to the outside, startling some old woman who stands nearby. They pay no mind, breaking out into fits of giggles as they allow their breaths to calm down.

Happy and carefree, the music drifting from inside the dining hall, she lets Mulder swirl her around and when the adrenaline of their night runs out and her skin begins to cool, Scully shivers. Mulder pulls her closer, wrapping himself around her to warm her up and Scully accepts it. She’ll never get enough of being held by him.

“You don’t need to worry about us only having known each other for three days,” Mulder says against her hair, recalling their conversation from earlier. “We’ve still got four more days to learn more.”

Scully pulls away, smiling. She moves to her tiptoes ready to kiss his beautiful face off before a ringing above them surprises them, a shout from atop of the tower.

“ICEBERG AHEAD!”

They barely have time to react before their side of the ship collides with a mountain of thick ice. The ship has slowed considerably, the sound of metal scraping against ice making Scully cringe.

Mulder yanks Scully out of the way as the railing cuts through the first layer of ice, sharp pieces falling down onto the deck with a thud.

Scully stands frozen in place, in denial of what she just saw. Passengers and Mulder rush to the side, trying to get a look at the possible damage done.

An icy feeling runs through Scully that has nothing to do with the chilly night. Distantly, she hears Mulder call her over and on autopilot she goes, standing beside him.

“Do you think it’s done much damage?” he asks but Scully hardly acknowledges his voice. Her father once told her what happens when an iceberg hits a ship, how it rips through the metal like paper, creating tiny holes for water to seep into it.

“Scully?” Mulder asks again.

It doesn’t matter what level of damage has been done, water is already leaking into the ship.

She walks away, her eyes darting around the deck, landing on the lifeboats she can see decorating the area. Twenty lifeboats, she’d overheard earlier. Twenty. She feels sick.

“Scully, you’re scaring me…”

Scully spins, suddenly in override mode, a gush of emotions ranging from wanting to laugh to wanting to cry.

“There’s only twenty lifeboats. Each lifeboat can fit sixty to seventy people on it at a push. There’s what? Three thousand or so people on board?” She does the math in her head, a series of numbers and estimations flying around. “one thousand, one hundred, and fifty people or so people can fit on the boats.” She angry now, angry at their stupidity, angry that she’s the only one who can see what’s happening here. “One thousand, one hundred, and fifty people, Mulder,” she repeats, homing that number into him. “Out of three thousands. More than half are going to die.”

She watches as he processes this information, almost disbelieving what she’s saying.

“No,” he refuses. “They said she couldn’t sink.”

Something within Scully snaps.

“She’s a heap of metal, Mulder, of course she can fucking sink!” she shouts. The people around them stare at them, the kids kicking around the ice debris stop as they begin muttering to each other. Scully ignores them, ready to go off, wondering how people can be so stupid.

“What did you think they did? Cast a bastard spell to warn off that thing?” She carelessly motions to the iceberg taunting them from the distance.

“No, I just thought…” he begins but the words die on his tongue.

Scully tries to calm down. To relax and be level-headed about this.

“I need to tell my family, Scully. They need to know.”

“They probably already do,” Scully says, calmer now.

“They won’t know about the lifeboats. You need to tell them.”

Scully nods. They make their way back through the door, heading back down to Mulder’s suite.

[sharksa-shivers]

🍕🍔🥩🍣🦪🍤🍺🌮Kidnapped food-posting quotes n shiz PART 1🌯🦑🦐🐟🦀🍗🍪🍫🍰

Why not do a themed one? I see no reason not to fsdhfdjshkjfdshdjfs -------------------------------

Kristy:(annoyed)So what??? You're just gonna ignore our mission???

Max:(nods, smirks)Yep, sure am. New mission is getting some lunch. (Hungry)Godddd, that barbecue place smells so good, i could go for some goodass steaks right now…

Sharky:(hungry too)You think maybe we could snag a few? I could really use some food…I'm starved…

Max:(smirks)Hell yeah i bet we can. We got some cash.

Kristy:(annoyed)You two are seriously just gonna listen to and think with your stomachs??? Like really???

Max:(nods, scheming)Yep.

Sharky:(hungry)Honestly yeah. Can't focus really with mine being empty…

Kristy:(annoyed as fuck)Unbelievable!!! I can't believe you 2 are just gonna-!!! (She's cut off by her own stomach growling hungrily, wrapping her arms around herself)Ughhhhh…

Max:(smirking)Maybe you should be listening to yours, seems like it's trying to tell you something…

Kristy:(annoyed)Ughh!!!! Shut up!!!! We need to focus on-

Sharky:(cutting her off)Getting food. Look, nothings gonna get fuckin done with all of us starving so lets get some grilled goods, chow down then we get back to the mission ok? (Looking dead at Kristy)You're always the one lecturing me about self care so…Yknow, maybe we should all do that huh?

Kristy:(annoyed, glares at both of them)….Fine, goddamnit. BUT WE'RE GETTING RIGHT BACK TO THE MISSION AFTE-

Max:(already got a plan to find the place)Yeah yeah yeah, the stupidass mission. Anyway!!!! LET'S GO!!!! -------------------------------

(Max being Max xd)

Max:(hungry, just rambling outloud)Okay but some nachos would be banging right now…And also maybe like something with whipped cream, i'm thinking like a drink but like…Man, i'd eat an entire cherry pie though with whipped cream on it…Root beer float also sounds really fucking good though…Or maybe-!!!

Kristy:(interrupts, annoyed as she's trying to read something on her phone)Is it like actually physically possible for you to go at least 20 minutes without thinking about food? Like can you actually think about things with your brain instead of your stomach or like?

Max:(amused, smirking)Nah, not really. And if i ever manage that, that'd be the time to panic cuz that ain't me heheh…Got a shapeshifter with ya and i'm probably being held captive somewhere…

Kristy:(groans annoyed)Ughhhhhhh…

Max:(defensive, amused still though)Look, i do not know why i'm always hungry, i just know that i am. Gotta have a well fed Max to do the dumbass Trio shit ya need me to do alright? This kinda quality tech and hacking work comes with a price tag and that price tag involves tacos…(hungry, lighting up)God, tacos though, ughhhh, i just want something with some steak…

Kristy:(annoyed, trying to focus on her phone)Please stopppp, this is already so boring to read and you're just distracting me…

Max:(amused, getting his phone out and looking for a taco place now)Alright alright, fineeeee…I'll go get some chow then. I'm starving, i need some food real bad, legit all i can think about right now… ------------------------------- inb4 this one DO NOT DO THIS ONE...DON'T... Not food related but it involves Max eating something ig so...I'm putting here anyway lol

(We see Max and Kristy sitting down in the underground area, resting a bit…Kristy's reading one of her manga's and Max is fucking around with a glowstick…We see Max tapping on the stick and shaking it around…And then he gets a dumbass idea lmao…We see Max take a claw out and saw the top bit of it off, peeling the lidbit off. He chunks it to the side and that's whenever Kristy looks up and notices.)

Kristy:(concerned, worried)Uhhhhh, what the hell are you doing?

Max:(his gaze goes from the blue glowstick to Kristy, smirking)Gonna do some shots if you catch my drift…

Kristy:(immediately tries to stop him)Max, no!!!! It could be dangerous!!!!!!

Max:(scoffs, tapping the stick, amused)Nah, i googled it, not poison so i'll be fine butttttt am curious sooooooo…-(he gazes at Kristy, smirking and then quickly opens his mouth, pouring the liquid in, he lets it sit in his mouth a sec, showing Kristy, trying to talk)Look Kwis, mah mouths glowin!!!

Kristy:(anxious, apprehensive)…….Yeahhhh, i dunno bout this…

Max:(mouth still full of blue glowing chemical, amused)Quit cwyin, is fine!!! Is cool!!!! Now i wanna see tho…(we see Max decide finally to close his mouth and gulp the liquid down, then quickly opening his mouth, now it not glowing, Max immediately being disappointed)Awwwww, fuck!!! Really not glowing anymore????

Kristy:(kinda surprised)…Ok, i actually did think your mouth would still be glowing…

Max:(annoyed)Yeah, same, what a fuckin disappointment…Ughhhhh…(slouches back before looking down at his body, moving his bag and looking at his body)Wait, is my stomach glowing or…? (Looking, annoyed, head smacks back into the wall)No!!! Goddddddd, how boring!!! I was hoping something would glow, like that'd be really cool!!! Damnit!!!!! Ehhhhhhhhh…

Kristy:(staring)Well, like…It still doesn't hurt right or does it or?

Max:(he thinks a second, shrugs)Not reall-(stops a second)……..Orrrrrr…My stomach does kinda tingle a bit now…So might end up getting a stomachache later…God, this wasn't even worth it, how lame…

Kristy:(kinda laughs a bit)Well, least it didn't really hurt you…

Max:(annoyed, sideglances)No but it is lame as hell, ughhh…(reaches into his bag, pulls out another glowstick)…Maybe if i ate a few more?

Kristy:(quickly)Uhhhh, don't we need these for down here?? You probably shouldn't right now, we need to conserve energy!!!

Max:(huffs, annoyed as he chunks another glowstick up and down in his hand)Yeah, yeah, yeah, god, just…Ughhhh… -------------------------------

(Max and Kristy trying to go find a thing or something lol, idk)

(We see the 2 derpos walking around downtown Shellside City, actively looking for a specific place…Andddd then Max veers that shit offroad p damn quick.)

Kristy:(looking at her phone confused then back up at Max)…..Are you sure this is the right way?

Max:(amused, hands in his hoodie pockets)You remember earlier when you were like "You got to listen to your gut sometimes!" ?

Kristy:(confused)Yeah? Why exactly?

Max:(amused)I am fully embracing that advice and my gut right now is telling me that i need some food asap hehehe…

Kristy:(her face falls as she looks back at the map and sees where they're ACTUALLY heading to, a local bar and grill, looking up at Max, pissy)Are you serious???? You were doing this on purpose weren't you?!?!?

Max:(walking backwards some, looking at Kristy, amused)Hey now!! You gave that advice earlier and i for one like to listen to my friends when they give good advice!! If you have an issue with it, then you're gonna need to take it up with my gut cuz uhhhh that's what i'm listening to right now.

Kristy:(glaring, pissed)I can't believe you dude, ughhhhh, holy shit…

Max:(amused, moving back to walking normally)Welp believe it cuz i did do it haha, and i'll do it again at some point. Now that that's out in the open, goddddd, i can't wait to sink my teeth into some bacon cheeseburgers, ahhhhh, holy shit…

Kristy:(glaring at Max still)Here's some new advice for you since you like my points so much: Maybe try and think with your brain instead maybe next time…

Max:(amused)And ignore my stomach?? Kris Kris, i'm sorry but absolutely not. My stomachs always been on my side and has never led me astray, not even once!! So uhhhhh yeah, i think ima keep doing things my way haha!!

Kristy:(glaring, pissed)…You are seriously so fucking insufferable sometimes Max…

Max:(shrugging, amused)Can't argue that one honestly… -------------------------------

(We see Kristy waking up during a rainy night, anxious and scared after a dream, to which, Max tries to help her with…)

Max:(walking into the bunkroom with a container of cookies, he notices Kristy's up and upset, getting her attention, caring)Ey, you ok?

Kristy:(she looks down from her bunk to see Max, wiping tears out of her eyes)Max? What are you doing up?

Max:(plopping his cookie box onto her bunk, climbing up to her and getting comfortable, amused as he grabs his box again)Woke up to pee and then wanted a midnight snack so…(chomps into a sugar cookie before offering the box over to Kristy)Want one?

Kristy:(calming down some since she's not alone now, takes one, lightly)……You always offer me food and stuff when i'm down…Like I've noticed that…

Max:(shoving a cookie into his mouth, smirks)Well yeah. Foods good for ya. Good for the mind, good for the soul and good for your stomach heh…Kinda can't go wrong with it… ------------- Have i mentioned Max is a cryptid who is a bottomless pit and we have no clue why it's not possible really for him to get full except in the most rare of circumstances? That these abilities of his are goddamn supernatural in nature and we have 0 clue wtf is wrong with him? Well i'm mentioning it again lol. That doge will fistfight you over a bag of doritos, do not test him. Next one will have more Sharksty shit and will be more Sharky/Kristy related in general. I'm scaredt ima run out of room sooooo you getting a part 2 lol, hold up. Will link whenever done: https://www.tumblr.com/sharksa-shivers/748263506686722048/kidnapped-food-posting-quotes-n-shiz-part

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A Night in Zuzu City

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Hello hello! Welcome back to my very strange fluff streak! This week the crew from movie night heads into Zuzu city for a night of dinner and fun! And in very non-me fashion, nothing bad actually happens. As a note, some of the characters will be drinking in this chapter. Not heavily, nor in any non-responsible or unsafe ways, since they are all canonically around legal age. It's not an official tw, but if you don't like mentions of alcohol use here's your note.

Anyway, enjoy the cute chaos ((:

Word Count: 1795

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“Alright! Let's do this!”

“Sam, calm down.” Sebastian sighed loudly, following his friend off the bus. “We’re in public.”

“Okay, dad.” Sam teased back, sticking his tongue out.

“Let's just find somewhere to eat.” Maru complained, trailing off the bus with Abigail and Penny in tow. “I'm starving.”

“This is so exciting!” Penny grinned, glancing around the unfamiliar streets of Zuzu City.

“I could go for some tacos.” Sam suggested, Abigail turning to him with a deadpan.

“You could always go for tacos.”

Sam shrugged, carelessly putting both arms behind his head and starting to stroll down the street. “Don't see your point.” 

“Let's just walk around and see what's not that crowded.” Sebastian rolled his eyes, jogging after Sam and looking to make sure the others were following. “Though tacos do sound pretty good.”

The five wandered down the street they'd been dropped off on, glancing between colored signs and other groups of bustling people, peeking through restaurant windows in the last light of the fading summer evening. The first Mexican restaurant they found was absolutely packed—even the bar inside was full, with people standing between stools and servers running around in an effort to keep up.

“Oh hell no.” Maru immediately shook her head, glancing through the crowded window. “That's a three hour wait, minimum.”

“Maybe their outdoor seating is open?” Sam asked hopefully, the rest of his friends turning to stare at him.

“In this weather?” Abigail asked flatly, running her hand over a nearby wooden table only for it to come away wet. “It's damp out here.”

“Let's see if there's anywhere more open, first.” Sebastian started walking past the doors, motioning for everyone to follow. “We can come back if it seems like they cycle people quickly.”

“Well, what's up this way?” Sam strayed down a nearby side street, the other four not following.

“Let me check maps.” Abigail called after him, stopping him in his tracks.

“That looks like a sandwich shop.” Maru pointed down the side street Sam had stepped on, hand shielding her eyes as if to help her look further. “Maybe there?”

Sam followed her finger, frowning. “It looks deserted.” 

“Exactly.” 

“If it's deserted when everywhere else is busy, that's a bad sign.” Sebastian sighed, glancing over Abigail’s shoulder at her phone’s map.

“But I'm hungry!” Maru whined, starting to drift towards Sam and the restaurant she'd found.

“The place has good reviews.” Abigail chimed in, turning her phone screen towards Sebastian with a smirk.

“I know it's a bad sign, but everywhere else has lines out the door.” Sam said with a shrug, slowly backing towards the entrance. “We kinda gotta.”

“The reviews are good.” Abigail offered again, Sebastian shooting her a glare.

“Abby.” 

She shrugged, tucking her phone away. “Just saying.” 

The group filed into the completely empty restaurant, hovering behind Sebastian—who headed towards the small host stand.

“Oh, maybe this was a bad choice.” Maru mumbled, looking at the entirely wooden interior and how the few tables already had chairs turned up to sit on top.

“We’ll give it a shot and see.” Sebastian ignored her, smiling politely at the girl by the host stand.

“Hi! How many?” She asked, thumbing through faded laminated menus.

“5, please.” Sebastian nodded, elbowing Maru behind him as she snickered at his politeness.

“Right this way.”

“Do they really need to seat us in a place this small?” Sam mumbled to Abigail beside him, who loudly shushed him to hide her own giggling.

“It's dingy.” Maru said far too loudly as they sat down, thanking the waiter with a smile as she passed out the menus.

“It's charming!” Penny countered, only for Maru to scoff with a light grin.

“What a nice word for dingy.”

“Guys.” Sebastian groaned, four sets of eyes turning to him with varying smiles. “Public.”

Ignoring Sebastian’s complaint, they all dove into their menus to order a round of drinks—a Mike’s Hard Lemonade for Abigail and a strange mixed drink for Sam, while everyone else stuck to water—and then order food as soon as the drinks and a small appetizer of mozzarella sticks were delivered. After passing the menus off, Sam quickly took a sip of his strangely blue concoction through the two stirrers in the large glass that could be used as straws, eyes blowing wide.

“Whoa.” 

“Strong?” Abby asked, sipping from her bottle.

“I didn't think so, cause I didn't taste any alcohol, but wow.” Sam nodded, shaking his head a little before going in for another drink. 

“Oh no.” Sebastian put his head in one hand, ready to nurse the oncoming headache. “I'm not carrying you back to the Valley.”

“I'll do it.” Abby volunteered, Maru laughing from where she was sitting at the far end.

“No way you could carry him that far.”

“I could try?” She grinned, knowing Maru was right. “I could drag him to the bus, I bet.”

“I guess the Mike’s is hitting you hard.” Sam rolled his eyes, elbowing Abigail.

“Anyone else want a mozzarella stick?” Penny asked, pushing the mostly empty basket towards the middle of the table. “They're pretty good.”

“I've already had two.” Maru shrugged, leaning back in her seat with a satisfied smile. “Did everyone get one? Speak now or I'll eat the rest.”

“Oh, I should have some.” Sam said suddenly, reaching out to grab one and immediately scarf it down.

Sebastian glanced at Sam over the top of his water glass, pausing mid-sip. “Please tell me you're not drinking on an empty stomach.” 

“I had lunch!” Sam defended.

“Several hours ago!” Setting his cup down a little harder than necessary, Sebastian glared at Sam across the table.

“Oh man, that's why he's so loopy.” Abigail giggled, finishing off her bottle.

“I'm not drunk.” Sam shook his head, pushing away the half finished drink with unwarranted confidence.

“You're tipsy.” Snatching the last mozzarella stick, Maru grinned.

“I resent that!” 

“Here.” Penny rolled her eyes, stealing the snack from Maru and passing it to Sam.

“You're the only one who cares about me.” Sam lamented, faux-tearfully inhaling the food.

“How strong even is your drink?” Sebastian wondered, motioning across the table for Sam to pass his glass. “Pass it here.”

“Have at it.” Shrugging, Sam pushed the glass towards his friend.

“Wow.” Sebastian hummed thoughtfully after taking a small sip through the straw. “That's pretty good. What's in it?”

“Oh, here’s a menu.” Penny picked up the single page drink menu from the end of the table, handing it to Sebastian—who nearly spit out his taste of the drink as he found its description.

“Holy shit, what?” He stumbled out, sputtering a little. “It’s orange vodka, blue curaçao, melon liqueur, and rum?”

“I don't taste any rum.” Sam said in awe, taking the glass back and drinking more. “It really just tastes like Sprite.”

“It does, yeah.” Sebastian nodded, putting the drink menu down to go back to his water. “Nice. Not for me, though.”

“Want some of mine?” Abby offered the last dregs of her bottle to Sebastian, who rolled his eyes.

“Nah, I'm okay.”

They idly chatted while waiting for their food, eyes occasionally straying to the football game playing on the TV over the bar. Abigail ordered another Mike’s as the wait seemed to stretch on forever, already losing the buzz from the first one. She was only a few sips into it when Sebastian stole the bottle from her, keeping a hold onto it as he smirked and started drinking from it.

“I thought you were okay!” She whined, trying to swipe it back from him only for him to continually keep it out of her reach.

“Changed my mind.” 

She glared, trying one more time to take the bottle back—to no avail. “How dare you.” 

“You've had enough, anyway.” Sam interrupted, taking large gulps of the water provided with his drink.

“Says you!” Abigail defended hotly, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat to pout.

It wasn’t long after that their waiter came out of the back with a tray heavily laden with food, balancing it expertly on two hands as they weaved towards the only full table in the restaurant.

“Oh man, I hope that's our food.” Maru sat up excitedly, watching the waiter with hungry eyes.

“There is no one else in here.” Abigail pointed out, though she was also sitting up eagerly. “It better be our food.”

The waiter was quick to drop their food off at the table, giving Sam his large burger, Penny her steak covered salad, and the other three their varying sandwiches. 

“Oh dude, this burger fucks.” Sam practically moaned around his fourth oversized bite, barely slowing down long enough to speak.

“That… is a very strange way to refer to food.” Sebastian said slowly, making sure to chew his food before saying anything to the table.

“Nah, he’s got it.” Maru disagreed, also working her way through her sandwich much faster than the others.

“I’m sure there’s a better way to phrase that.” Abigail shook her head, picking over her sandwich with a small smile.

“This is pretty good!” Penny chimed in, before the table fell into relative silence as they all ate their pretty decent food and passed pieces of it all around for everyone to try.

They paid and left as soon as they were done, wandering through the darkened streets to find something else to do, eventually landing on a nearby park—which really was just a small stretch of green space with a bench and a tree. Sam sat down next to Penny on the bench while Maru went to lie in the grass under the tree, Sebastian hovering over Abigail’s shoulder to keep an eye on her slightly wobbly steps.

“...thanks.” Penny said quietly after a long moment, a sobered-up Sam turning to her curiously.

“For what?” 

“Inviting me along.” She explained, watching Sebastian lightly smack Abigail upside the head with a soft smile. “I know it’s normally just you and Abigail and Sebastian, and Maru gets a free pass cause she’s his sibling, but…”

“Hey, don’t even worry about it.” Sam lightly bumped his shoulder into hers, laughing. “We love having you around as long as you don’t mind the chaos.”

“Oh, dude, she’s so tipsy.” Maru called as Abigail wobbled again, the latter whining loudly in protest.

“I’m not!” 

“You can’t even walk in a straight line!” Sebastian chastised, grabbing her arm to keep her from toppling over.

“That would make me drunk, and I am neither!” 

Maru sat up, playfully frowning. “Can we leave her here?” 

“Don’t tempt me.” Sebastian threatened, shaking Abigail lightly to cover up his own amusement. “Cause I will.”

Penny giggled, turning back to Sam with a wide smile. “I don’t mind at all.”

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@koopzilla cont (🔗 for when I find it lool)

"Ugh-really, dude? Not THIS again...!" Leave it to a Koopa to take the well-beaten past, put their melodramatic blue-shell spin on it just to watch anyone else privy to the same event explode. And explode he did - though with his energy still substantially drained and the weight of chain and chomp ball steady, he only manages a vicious spark manifesting first as a beat or two against the cell bars like he would drum the ground to upset someone's balance.

"You can't blame me for getting exactly what I SAID you'd get if you crossed that line! So quit... acting like -" Each word is heaved forth with a battering ram's strength added to each slam until he suddenly (seemingly) has enough and instead, grabs the bars with a strained and shaking grip. "-you didn't deserve it! After all the stupid and demeaning shit you put me through, the one way you fucked it up was GOING AFTER MY FRIENDS - forgetful asshole!" He'd already climbed up the bars a few feet, dragging the ball up with him out of sheer furious force. Feeling like he had a weighted blanket on and trapped during a smash fit was only getting him more worked up.

"SO STOP. ACTING - LIKE I'M-" A target spotted, he hangs onto the bars with one hand and one foot while he loops the chain around his wrist once. With a starting sway, he built up momentum to swing the thing over towards the supposed sleep bench behind him. "THE BAD GUY-" Well ... The ball does smash the bench to pieces, but DK failed to calculate that doing so would yank him off the wall once the ball reached far away enough. Sitting up from the pile of debris after a quiet moment of sawdust settling , he huffed. "...I meant to do that.'

While the Koopas chatted, DK stood with a stagger and shook the broken bench bits out of his fur, only half paying attention to the tooth fairy by Bowser's ankle. He sends him a glower and a quirked brow at the suggestion of guilty ignorance though. "...so I should expect the army breaking down my door when I don't know the answer to a bajillion plus one?" Ok , maybe being that stupid was a crime.

Crossing his arms when the wizard took his leave, it was not beneath the Kong prince to send him off with mild disgust via the tip of his tongue testing the air and settling between a flash of teeth. "...what a prick."

The resounding silence feels questionable - like at any moment a bomb could go off. Arms still tight over his chest, DK issues a sharp sigh. He would have hunkered down on his bed of wooden pieces had Bowser not wanted something else. A softened side glance settles on where the Koopa stood observing. One arm escaped the furl and a hand favored rolling his hair back slowly while his eyes shut in consideration.

"I really don't." His tone is a hair frustrated, but more playful in the sense because he adds. "It didn't come with extra brain cells." As his hand lowers from teasing his hair, he waits a moment before padding over to where the claws poked in through the bars.

"...hmm. The pool stuff was new, to tell you the truth." With a cautious flex of his hand, he started to reach over, then paused and scratched his chin sheepishly as his gaze drifted down."...after all the fall out, I guess I was ...really hoping I could - I dunno ? Make nice?" A soft snort follows his thoughts before he moves to stick his fingers out through the bars , partially threading with the Koopa 's attempt.

The little brush of contact seems to brighten the Kong a little - both in expression and luminosity as a small orb glowed to life over his naval looking as dim and sleepy as him. "... y'know, if I had to make a dumb guess...it kinda feels like- a scar left behind. When those magical tethers snapped." A careful poke of fingertip and claw makes him smile.

"And it's tryna grow back."