#but I think this wraps up the themes in what is hopefully a satisfying way.

[trekscribbles]

The Bushwhack Job: Chapter Seventeen: The End!

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(Disclaimer: This is a relatively rough draft and subject to change when I post to AO3. I'm just overly excited and want to share what I have.)

A soft clicking sound pulled him awake.

He couldn’t place it at first—his thoughts were fragmented, frayed like a threadbare shirt sent through too many washes. Whenever he tried to focus, a gust of pain would tumble through him and scatter whatever he’d managed to gather, and he’d have to start over. The clicking, though. It stayed consistent, a beacon through the fading mist.

Tick tick tick pop, click, tick tick tick.

“You missed the buried treasure,” said the voice in his head. Except it wasn’t in his head; it was at his side, next to the clicking sound. “There used to be a shed in June’s yard, I guess, and Elizabeth Classen wrote about a loose floorboard where she hid her letters from her family. When she moved away, she took her letters with, but left the money. Now it belongs to June.”

He took a breath, dragging himself away from the windswept pain toward the sound of her voice.

“Now that Lancaster isn’t around to bother her about it, it might actually do some good,” she went on. “Nate and Hardison are helping her authenticate the find. You know, with the paperwork and the taxes and whatever other boring things go with making official historical claims. It’s a shame. I would have found a better place for the money. They wouldn’t even let me smell it. Hardison was afraid of mold or something.”

“Parker,” he said.

She stopped talking.

The silence enveloped him, and panic clawed up his throat. “Parker?”

“I’m here.”

He opened his eyes, blinking in the faint light coming through the window. He was in his room at Sunny’s, lying with a quilt tucked around his chest and Parker sitting cross-legged on the bed beside him. She had her back against the wall and a lock in her hands, just like his dream. When had he dreamed it? It was after he woke up earlier, after he went back to look for her, back when she was—when she was... God, was she…?

“Are you real?” he whispered.

She tilted her head. “You mean like solipsism? Like, the only thing we can know exists for sure is ourselves, which means everyone else is only a representation of ourselves—myself? Er, yourself?”

“Parker,” Eliot gritted out. “Are you here?”

“Oh!” She dropped the lock into her lap and did what he couldn’t do, this time or the last.

She took his hand.

“I’m here,” she said, closing her fingers around his. “And you’re here. I don’t think solipsism is all that popular anymore.”

He lifted his free hand and laid it on his forehead, grinding the heel of his palm into his eyes. It was splinted and wrapped—he must have sprained his wrist in the second explosion—but it didn’t matter. She was alive. He hadn’t dreamed it. She was here, sitting next to him and being weird and he’d forgotten how much he loved that, how much he missed her, how badly he needed her.

“You remember me?” Parker asked.

Eliot spoke without moving his hand from his face. “I think so. I don’t—I don’t know, there’s still… How do you know what you don’t remember?”

“Hmm.” She rubbed her thumb over his knuckles, pulling him farther from the pain to center his attention on her touch. “Do you remember the time we stole a diamond that was actually a potato, but it turned out there wasn’t a diamond after all?”

“…No?”

“What about the time Nate hypnotized Hardison and he played the violin at that concert hall?”

“Um… maybe...”

“Or the time you were a minor league baseball player and you made a commercial for the Japanese energy drink?”

“That never happened.”

Parker laughed, and the sound filled Eliot’s chest, chasing out the empty ache and the tight, lingering fear. She was here. Fatigue weighed on him, filling his head with a thick, fuzzy haze of pain and disorientation, and nausea swirled in his stomach and his leg hurt, but the Parker on his bed was real.

He felt better than he had in days.

He took a grounding breath, trying to compose himself enough to look at her, but a sound at the door broke his concentration.

“Parker?” Hardison said. “Do you have those photocopies from—” He stopped, and Eliot lifted his hand so he could see him standing uninjured in the doorway, a laptop in one hand, his pants dusted with dirt.

“Hardison,” he said.

His voice was still rough, and Hardison’s eyes watered at the sound of it. He dropped the laptop on the dresser and kneeled on the floor beside the bed, wrapping his arms around Eliot before he could fully sit up. He seemed to be making an effort to be gentle, but Eliot pulled him closer, throwing his right arm around Hardison’s shoulder and pressing his fist to the back of his neck. His left hand was still in Parker’s, and he clung to it, pressing all the fear and remorse and relief he couldn’t voice into the contact.

“Hey, man,” Hardison asked unevenly. “You okay?”

Eliot nodded into his shoulder, and Parker pressed his hand, and the last of the fear coating his thoughts splintered apart. There were details he knew needed his attention—Lancaster and June and the other properties he and J.B. had found—but at the moment, he was content to let them exist in the background, a problem for his future self. For now, he wanted nothing else but to know that his people were safe, and he was safe, and that the void in his existence wasn’t going to stay empty forever.

Finally, Hardison eased back, and a wave of dizziness swept over him at the lack of support. When he blinked the spots out of his vision, Hardison’s hand was on his upper arm, and Parker had let him go so he could hold himself up.

“J.B. said you’d probably feel weak when you woke up,” Hardison said. “Hang on, I’ll get you some water. I’ll be right back.”

Parker helped him sit up as Hardison hurried from the room, stuffing a pillow behind his back to keep him upright. “Do you want to see your brain scans?” Parker said excitedly. “I kept a copy.”

“Uh… maybe later.” He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose to control the nausea brought on by the movement. He hated concussions. “The others are okay?”

His voice came out gruffer than he meant it to, but Parker didn’t seem to mind. She leaned back against the wall and stretched her legs over his lap, settling over him like a blanket. “Everyone’s fine. Well, except for Lancaster—he was inside the building when it exploded. Janish, too. But the rescue teams did get the guards you knocked out in the basement. I guess the staircase held up, and they were able to pull them out. They’ll all be fine.”

At least that was something. “The bombs were on a timer,” he said. “Lancaster stalled to keep me inside.”

“But you made it out,” Parker said. “You kept your promise.”

She said it like it was a given, like he was someone who could be taken at his word, and her certainty sent a spark of shame spiraling through him. He still had no idea who he had been before. Parker was a thief, Hardison was a hacker, Sophie was a grifter—criminals, all of them, but he knew in his heart that they were good. Even more so after they gathered together under the leadership of a man they respected, a man who had made them a family.

But Eliot? He wasn’t like them. He wasn’t innately good like they were. 

What hope was there that he could change?

Parker was still watching him, her head tilted, and he forced a smile to his face. “Yeah,” he rasped. “I promised.”

Parker opened her mouth, but footsteps in the hall announced Hardison’s return, and she let the conversation end.

Nate, Sophie, and J.B. followed Hardison into the room, and Eliot sat up straighter under their worried looks, trying to look as healthy as possible. Sophie moved to the head of the bed and took the chair from the desk by the window. 

“Parker,” she said, frowning. “He has a bullet wound in his leg. Should you really be lying on him?”

“I know where it is,” Parker said, lifting her foot to prove that her weight was distributed safely across his upper thighs.

Sophie shook her head. “Still, you probably shouldn’t—”

“It’s okay,” Eliot said, too quickly, afraid that Parker would pull away if Sophie kept talking. Her absence would hurt far more than the little bit of pressure she was putting on his injury.

Sophie studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed, and then handed over a bottle of water. “All right, but make sure to tell her if it gets to be too much. Here, drink some of this.”

“How are you feeling?” J.B. asked from across the room. He was standing just inside the doorway like he didn’t want to intrude, but at Eliot’s nod, he took another step toward the bed. “I can’t believe you don’t have serious brain damage, but your scans were encouraging. Your memory should return once you’ve had some real rest. Which means you’ll actually have to rest, and not go running off into any destroyed buildings or starting fist fights, and I’d highly encourage you to avoid getting blown up for a day or two. Got it?”

Eliot gave a weak laugh. “Deal.”

“I got the deeds,” he said. “The ones you got from Lancaster’s office. Sophie was kind enough to help me retrieve them before the building went down.”

Sophie looked up at him. “Is that what was in the envelope?”

“Yep. I’ve been posing as a messenger to the office for the last few weeks, trying to pick up information on Lancaster, so we thought it would be a good cover to pick up the deeds once Eliot found them. We just had to get him into Lancaster’s office.”

“Wasn’t hard,” Eliot muttered. “He relied too heavily on his security. The deeds were in a filing cabinet next to his desk.”

Hardison sat on the end of his bed, crossing his legs and setting his computer in his lap. “Well, I was able to take the deeds you guys found and the files Sophie downloaded from Lancaster’s hard drives, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to return the properties to their original owners.” He flashed a grin at Eliot. “You continued our job on Lancaster without even knowing it.”

His gaze drifted to Nate. When he and J.B. had decided to go up against Lancaster, they hadn’t meant to get the deeds. They were just going to try to keep him away from Sunny. Eliot was the one who had changed the plan, once he realized how many other people Lancaster had hurt. It had been an unconscious decision—a realization followed by an instantaneous adjustment—and he wondered now how much of that had come from Nate’s influence. Without meaning to, without remembering the details… had he done what he’d thought Nate would do?

“Sunny’s fixing something to eat,” J.B. said, his eyes on Eliot. “I’ll be back to check your vitals in a little bit. Drink that water, all right?”

He backed out of the room, and Eliot obediently lifted his bottle to his lips. It gave him a chance to let his hair fall over his face, hiding his expression while his emotions churned in murky circles.

Sophie laid her hand on his arm, anchoring him as his thoughts spiraled. “I’ve been thinking,” she said gently. “Until your memory comes back completely, you’re a bit of a blank canvas. You have a chance to be whoever you want.”

He shot her an uncomfortable glance. That was too lucky a guess to be coincidence, and one look at the careful way she met his gaze was enough to convince him that yes, she was posing this question intentionally, and he wanted to change the subject and turn their attention away from his gaping insecurities, but she had her lips parted already, and the way she watched him said that she had anticipated that, too, and that she had another topic ready.

Whatever I don’t know, we’ll make up, she’d told him. Not a threat, but an offer.

Who you were doesn’t matter. Who do you want to be?

He cleared his throat. “Anyone?”

“Anyone,” she said, squeezing his arm. “It’s the role of a lifetime.”

Hardison nudged Eliot’s foot. “How about a chef? You’re a wizard in the kitchen, man. You could open up a restaurant in Paris or something and serve all them fancy little plates with like two bites’ worth of food on ‘em. You know the ones.”

Eliot considered that. He had no specific memories of cooking, but the thought of sitting at a table filled with his team and his food gave him a warm, contented feeling.

But Sophie was shaking her head. “No, no, that’s too obvious. I think—hmm, let’s see—I think you’d be a dancer.”

“A what?” Hardison laughed.

“It’s perfect!” Sophie said when Eliot wrinkled his nose. “You’ve got the athleticism for it, you know how to lead and how to follow in a fight—it’s not that different from dancing. I bet you’d be so good in an improv competition.”

“I think he’d be a pirate,” Parker said.

They looked at her, and she shrugged and turned her attention back to her lock. “Then you could have a parrot.”

“You can have a parrot without being a pirate,” Hardison said.

“I stole a parrot once,” Sophie said. “Horrid little thing. It started yelling just as I was making my getaway.”

Nate leaned his hip against the dresser and raised his eyebrows at Eliot. “What about a cowboy?”

Eliot groaned, but Sophie tapped his arm excitedly. “No, no, that could work—you can ride a horse, and you can pull off the hat. We could get you a little ranch in Texas, and you can sit out on the porch in a rocking chair sipping iced tea—oh, I like that one.”

“I’m picturing more like a Gene Autry kinda thing,” Nate said, sounding far too serious for comfort. “A rodeo performer and a musician. Between the stunts and the singing, I think you’d keep busy.”

“What do you think, Eliot?” Hardison asked.

Eliot took another sip of water, sifting through the jumble of feelings and fragments of memory, aware of his team’s patient silence. He’d spent the last few days so worried about his past that he hadn’t given a thought to his future. The only skills he knew he had were fighting, and he’d assumed that made him a violent man. But Sophie had looked at that knowledge and said he could be graceful instead of dangerous. Hardison believed he could create something to share with others. Parker… well, Parker had called him a thief, but that was probably a compliment for her.

And Nate. Back in Lancaster’s office, Nate had said he was a good man. It was what made Eliot decide to go with him, even though he still hadn’t settled on the truth, even though every clue he had suggested the opposite. He’d wanted to believe Nate’s words. He’d wanted to live up to them.

Maybe he wasn’t a good man yet. But maybe it was enough that he wanted to be.

“Eliot?” Sophie said quietly.

Eliot looked at her, then at Parker and Hardison tucked against him on the bed, and finally at Nate. “I want to help people,” he said at last. “With you. That’s what we do?”

Nate smiled. “That’s what we do.”

Sophie squeezed his arm again and sat back in her chair. “You should rest,” she said, smiling reassuringly as she gave him one final pat and stood. She touched Nate’s shoulder as she went past, and he pushed away from the dresser to follow.

“Make sure he stays in bed,” he said, fixing Hardison and Parker with firm looks. Then he nodded to Eliot and stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “It’s good to have you back,” he said.

Eliot nodded back. It was good. He was good.

Or if he wasn’t yet, he would be.

*

Eliot woke to darkness. Not complete darkness—a sliver of light winked over his face, and he turned his head to avoid it.

“I can’t see how that’s comfortable,” said a voice in the hall.

Eliot opened his eyes. He was still in bed, lying on his back with a warm weight over him. Light from the hallway cast a long golden stripe over his right side, illuminating a pair of feet propped up on the mattress next to his hip. He followed the feet to their ankles and knees—upon which his sprained wrist rested, keeping it elevated above his heart—and up crossed legs until he recognized the still form of Hardison on the chair beside him. His arms were folded over his chest and his eyes were closed, his head tipped back on the backrest, breathing peacefully.

“It’s hard to explain,” said a new voice. Eliot blinked, trying to focus his blurry vision on the figure in the doorway. Nate. He spoke in a whisper, and Eliot tilted his head reflexively toward his words. “Eliot doesn’t normally show his vulnerabilities. It won’t sit easy with him, being out of commission like this. He won’t rest well if he doesn’t know where the team is.”

“I see,” said the first voice—it took Eliot’s muddled thoughts a moment to match Sunny’s name to it. “I suppose it’s reassuring to them, too, after all you’ve been through.”

Them. Eliot looked down at his chest, at the golden hair tucked against his neck, the head pillowed on his shoulder, the arm sprawled across his ribs. Parker. She’d draped one leg over his, covering as much of his body as she could without actually lying on him, as though trying to physically hold him down.

“He’s a light sleeper,” Nate went on softly. “At least now when he wakes up, he’ll know he’s safe. He won’t be compelled to search for us.”

“J.B. told you about that, huh?”

Nate was silent for a long moment. “This won’t be easy on him,” he said again. “When he starts to remember… They’re not all good memories. And from what J.B. said, it probably won’t all come back at once. He may remember the worst first.”

“How bad was the worst?” Sunny asked.

“Bad.”

A cold thread of worry wound around Eliot’s throat. He didn’t want to lose the progress he’d made, didn’t want to go back to fearing his past. He shifted toward the door without meaning to, lifting his head and shoulders, as if he could get anywhere with Parker and Hardison penning him in.

As if proving a point, Parker sighed in her sleep and burrowed deeper into his side.

“He’ll need us,” Nate said. “And he’s not used to needing anyone. And Parker and Hardison—” He paused, his voice low and fond. “They want to make sure he knows he’s not alone.”

Eliot relaxed into the mattress. Was that what they were doing? Placing themselves in such a way that he couldn’t possibly miss them? Making sure he felt their presence even when he wasn’t awake?

Parker’s fingers twitched on his chest, and Eliot looked down to find them resting on his necklace charm. She must have put it on him while he slept—which spoke to both her skill and his exhaustion—and the sight of it now filled him with determination.

He’d made a promise, and she’d returned it. However difficult the coming weeks might be, he would come through it—because he could do hard things, and he wouldn’t be doing them alone. 

“That’s a blessing,” Sunny said quietly. “That you all understand him so well. That you found each other.”

Nate chuckled. “I could say the same for you.”

“Me? I just gave him a bed.”

“You did a lot more than that,” Nate said. “And I’ll never forget it. If there’s ever anything you need, any time… it’s yours.”

“All I need is a promise that you’ll come visit once in a while,” she said, laughing.

“J.B. thinks he’ll be well enough to head home in a few days,” Nate said. He eased the door closed, but his voice still filtered through to Eliot’s straining ears. “But we’ll make sure to come by again.”

“See that you do.”

Eliot closed his eyes, lying back on the soft pillow with one hand resting on Parker’s side and his other across Hardison’s knees. Nate and Sophie were safe, and Sunny was safe, and J.B. and Miguel would take care of anything he couldn’t until he was on his feet again. For once, he wasn’t worried about how long it would be before he was strong enough to return home.

As far as he was concerned, he was already there. 

[thebelovedmuse]

Are you still taking requests? Because I absolutely need more aggressively flirting Wally

**A/N: I got multiple requests for more aggressive flirting with Wally, which is hilarious. Hopefully this will satisfy you all 💓

Warning: Suggestive themes but nothing explicit

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Another beautiful day, you think to yourself as you take your daily walk. Your thoughts are soon interrupted by the sounds of footsteps closing in behind you. You look over your should to see Wally trying to catch up to you, "Hello Neighbor!" He shouts with a wave. You slow down to allow him to walk along side you. "I've got a favor to ask of you Neighbor," Wally begins. "I'm working on the science section of the next episode and was wondering if you would help me test this idea for a game I had." "A game? I'm mean sure I can but, don't you usually do the science stuff with Frank? Why don't you ask him to test it?" "Well of course for the show it will be with Frank... but if I get to choose who to test this idea out with I'd prefer someone cuter than Frank." Wally laughs and you look away, trying not to let him see you blush. "Well if you put it that way, sure Wally," you say, impressed with your own moment of boldness. "Can I get a hint on what this episode is about?"

"So, we've been working on studying one of the five senses each week so it will be on that," Wally says. "Sounds interesting! This should be fun."

That evening you head over to Home to help Wally test this new game out, you had forgotten to ask exactly which of the five senses this new game was even for so you you busied your mind with guesses as you walked over. The moment you stepped into the living room you saw that the coffee table now looked to have objects on it, covered by a big blue sheet. You sit down next to Wally and excitedly asked him which of the senses was he planning on talking about for the next show. "Taste!" Wally exclaimed, "I think you're going to really enjoy this game Neighbor." You laugh, "Then let's get to it! What's the game?" "Well, you're going to be blindfolded and you have to guess what you're tasting!" "Ooooh that's a great idea, I could see this being really funny on the show," you say. "So, where's the blindfold?" Wally looks at you like a deer in headlights, "Oh dear...I didn't think about that part...OH," Wally reaches for his red scarf and unties it. "I guess we can use this." Wally gets up to stand over you and wraps the scarf around your eyes and begins tying it. You feel flustered as you notice your other senses heighten and you can smell a hint of Wally's scent on the scarf. "Is that too tight, Neighbor?" Wally whispers in your ear. "N-no, its fine," you somehow manage to stutter out. You feel Wally sit back down next to you.

"Ok let's start! Here's the first one..." You try the first object, its crunchy and sweet. "Oh! An apple slice!" You think to yourself that this should be a pretty easy game if Wally gives you such obvious items. You prepare yourself for the next one and sense metal between your lips, a spoon! You immediately realize that whatever is on the spoon is now partly running out the side of your mouth. Oops! "Oh I'm sorry!" You hear Wally say you feel his hand cup your cheek, his thumb running from your chin to the corner of your lip to catch the liquid. You notice a prolonged pause as his thumb sits near your lips before suddenly moving away. Wally stumbles over his words, "Ok so uh, can you guess what it is?"

"Is that...ice cream?" you ask. "Yeah...I think I left it sitting on the table too long, sorry Y/N." "Well at least you didn't get it all over me!" you laughed. You notice no response and wonder if you said something weird. Instead Wally skips right over to the next object. The game goes on for a few more rounds and you managed to guess them all correctly. "I think I have mastered this game," you say smugly, "What's next?" "Well...there's just one more left." "Bring it on!" There's a pause and you start to ask yourself what is taking so long when you feel lips crash against yours. Your mind goes blank and you feel like your face is on fire. Wally quickly pulls away and you rip off the blindfold. You both stare at each other in shock for a moment, both now as red as the apple on the table. "That was uh...real smooth there Wally," you say with a small laugh. He was nothing if not persistent. "I hope you weren't planning on trying that last bit with Frank," you say, unable to suppress a giant grin. "Ha ha ha! No...that was just for you." Wally smiles. You reach over and grab his hand, "So, what does this mean now?"

"Well first off...I think I'd like to play this game with you again," Wally says smirking.

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[amazingmsme]

With a Bow on Top

AN: Happy holidays to all who celebrate, & especially to @tickles-tea I’m your squealing santa! I loved writing this, & I hope you enjoy! Added a lil festive flare to this one. HUGE thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting! & be sure to follow @squealing-santa so you don’t miss out on all the winter fluff!

Miguel sat on the floor of Peter and MJ's living room, half-used rolls of wrapping paper scattered about the floor around him. Peter himself was sitting next to him, completely transfixed on the movie playing "for background noise."

That lying rat bastard.

"You know, I only said I'd bring my universe's Grinch because you promised you wouldn't get distracted and actually help out. Which, you're not doing," Miguel said bluntly. Peter snapped out of his Christmas movie haze to defend himself.

"Sorry, but I've just never seen it before!" He reached down and grabbed one of Mayday's unwrapped gifts. Folding the paper around the box, he finished by sealing it up with a web. Miguel rolled his eyes.

"What? My gift looks way cooler than yours, you're just jealous of my artistic flare," he said smugly.

"Don't get me wrong, it looks great, but how's she gonna open it?" Miguel asked with a smirk. Peter's brow's nearly kissed his hairline as he came to the realization.

"Shit! Well, hopefully by Christmas it'll be weak enough to tear through," he finished with a shrug, slapping a bow on top and sliding it under the tree. As Peter reached for another present, he noticed a scrap piece of ribbon, much too short to fit around a box. Then, his gaze trailed over to his unassuming friend. Perfect.

He picked it up, fluttering it along the back of Miguel's neck. Peter can hear him gasp, and isn't that a lovely sound. He rolls his broad shoulders, arching his back and scrunching his neck ever so slightly. By the time he whipped around to glare at the perpetrator, he had already retracted his hands, hiding them innocently in his pockets.

Miguel looked him up and down before returning to his work. To his credit, Peter waited a few seconds before striking once more. Miguel sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, rubbing his ear against his shoulder to rid himself of the lingering tingles.

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"I know you're not really working," he deadpanned. Peter sputtered in shock.

"I am too! Look, a perfectly wrapped gift!" he said proudly, holding out Mayday's present. Miguel looked it over, only half amused.

"You're right, a gift. So why not pick up the pace?" he challenged, tossing a Spider-Man themed basketball his way that Peter had planned on giving Miles. Peter caught it with one hand, and Miguel rolled his eyes. Showoff.

"How the hell am I supposed to wrap a ball?"

"I don't know wise guy, you're the one who got it for him." Okay, Peter wasn't sorry for what he was about to do.

He grabbed a marker off the floor and uncapped it with his teeth, making a satisfying pop sound. He barely bit back a snicker as he leaned in, quickly scribbling at the back of his neck. A strangled squeal caught in his throat at he snatched Peter's wrist in one hand, the other rubbing at his neck.

"You think you're funny or somethin'?" he asked with a cold glare.

"Hilarious, actually," Peter corrected with a shrug. Miguel scoffed and let him go.

"Go back to watching the damn movie if you're just gonna bother me," he suggested, grabbing a new tube of wrapping paper to switch things up. Can't have them all looking the same, now can we?

Why not both? Peter thought to himself, an evil grin growing on his face that rivaled the Grinch onscreen. He grabbed two pieces of ribbon discarded on the floor holding them poised to strike between his fingers. Miguel had his back turned, busy wrapping another present and allowing himself to get sucked into the movie. He was practically serving himself up on a silver platter. He really ought to know better by now...

Or maybe he didn't totally mind Peter's shenanigans. But that was a silly, fleeting thought.

Or was it? Only one way to find out.

Ever so quietly, he scooted closer to Miguel, snatching the marker off the floor. The grumpy Spider-Man was sporting a pair of ripped jeans. (He constantly made sure people knew he didn't buy them like that and that he earned those holes and rips.) A particularly large hole left his knee exposed and vulnerable for an attack... Perfect.

He let out a surprised snort, jerking his leg away before a chuckle could follow. They were locked in an intense staring contest, or glaring contest, on Miguel's part. Peter wore an innocent grin, though his next words were anything but.

"What's wrong big guy? Ticklish?"

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't have noticed the way he flinched at the question.

"No."

"Really? You're sticking to that lie?"

Miguel huffed, angrily slapping a bow on top of a present. "It's not a lie."

"Well in that case, I'm not ticklish either," Peter boldly proclaimed. Miguel looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Since we're being honest and all." Miguel grabbed a tube of wrapping paper, bonking Peter on the head in one swift motion before he even knew what happened.

"Don't forget I'm the one helping you," he reminded pointedly.

"Noted," Peter said, grabbing the tube from him and setting it beside MJ's new boots. For good measure, he started wrapping the gift until Miguel turned away. Then it was back to scheming.

He scanned the pile of unwrapped gifts for inspiration, smiling to himself when he spotted a handheld massager he got as a stocking stuffer.

"Hey Miguel?" he elected to ignore the annoyed groan he was met with, "Can you do me a favor?"

"No."

"Perfect! Just tell me if this massager is any good, okay? I don't want it to be too weak or painful, or not have enough settings." He heard Miguel sigh in defeat.

"Whatever."

"Thanks!" He scooted closer to him, turning on the X-shaped massager. At first he decided to play nice and actually work out the tension in his friend's shoulders before setting his plan into motion. He had to rebuild some trust, after all.

"Not bad, I think she'll like this," Miguel hummed, letting his head fall to one side as he began to relax. He was really watching the movie now, allowing himself a moment to enjoy it. It was one of the more heartfelt scenes of the film, and one of his favorites. He found he tended to like the more subtle, meaningful holiday movies rather than the over the top comedies and rom coms that dominated the season.

The last thing he was expecting was a dreadfully ticklish buzzing on his side.

His resolve gave way as he fell onto one side, loud surprised cackles spilling out into the room and drowned out the sound of the TV.

"Peheheter! Quit ihihit!"

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you through all that laughing. Which is weird, considering how not ticklish you are," he taunted, running the massager over his abs. Miguel curled in on himself, a giggly groan slipping out in response to the teasing.

"You're hohohorrible, you know thahat?" he asked, weakly swatting at Peter's hands, but to no avail.

Peter snorted. "Maybe to you."

The gentle vibrations traveled from his belly up his sides and to his ribs, causing the deep rumbling chuckles to build up momentum. Encouraged by this, Peter grabbed his wrist and wrestled his arm above his head, pinning it in place.

"Wahait!" he cried, trying to fend him off with his other hand. Peter grinned down at him, the textbook definition of smug.

"Okay. Well? What am I waiting for?" he asked, hovering the tool above his armpit menacingly. Miguel slammed his head against the ground in frustration.

"Gehehet off of me, you asshole!" he demanded through giggles.

"Why should I?" Peter challenged.

He just won't quit, will he? Miguel had no choice but to surrender, if they ever wanted to get done wrapping, that is.

"Fihihine, okay? You wihihin!" he conceded, rolling around on the ground. ,!"

"Wow, okay, so what do I win?" he asked, pulling his hands away to give him a breather. Miguel panted and glared up at him.

"I'm fuckin' ticklish, okay? There, happy?" he growled through residual giggles.

"Over the moon," Peter confirmed. He patted Miguel's chest as he let him go, crawling over to the pile of unwrapped presents. "No more funny business, I promise!" he assured. Miguel only rolled his eyes, a fond smile still lingering on his face.

"Yeah yeah, I'll believe it when I see it."

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

09/22/2024 – 09/28/2024

Sunday

Week 33 of missing Cipher Academy

I wasn’t there when the first Ragnarok happened in Undead Unluck, so I wonder if this is how it felt… After Cipher Academy, I’m so tired of being anxious about a series being axed, but we’ll see how things go, I suppose.

Monday

I finally finished He Who Drowned the World today and yeah…I’ve never felt more miserable (in a good way). Parker-Chan really knows how to twist the knife where it counts, and towards the end of the novel I loved seeing these unexpected and complex relationships crop up within the palace. I think the very last page was a little bit rushed – I would’ve liked to see just one more epilogue-y paragraph to wrap things up, but in the end I’m pretty satisfied with the way things turned out (but I’m also going to look up modern AU “everyone lives” fics lol). This duology has definitely been some of the best contemporary fiction I’ve read in my adult life, and I’m really happy and excited to buy it for myself. 9/10.

Tuesday

(Went out and bought She Who Became the Sun and Undead Unluck volume 6 today!)

Read Adam de Souza’s The Gulf at the library and it was pretty okay. I get the themes of wanting a better life/society and the turmoil of teenage emotions, but it just didn’t really resonate with me personally.

Wednesday

Read Sammy Keyes and the Psycho Kitty Queen in one sitting and it was alright…definitely not my favourite Sammy Keyes, but it had its moments. It was just a little all over the place for me, and the mystery wasn’t that engaging (and the slight dip into racism was a little dicey, even if it was just a red herring). I do love that Borsch has finally full come around on Sammy (I seem to remember him being antagonistic for a lot longer), and the moment between them at the end was so sweet that I teared up. 7/10.

Thursday

Nothing

Friday

Nothing…

Saturday

Started watching Too Many Losing Heroines out of stress (more on that next week), and the production level is absurdly high… I really do like the premise of this romcom – the fact that all of the main girls have already loved and lost (and that the objects of their affections know about their feelings) already makes for interesting drama and some genuinely difficult and awkward conversations. This is a lot more palatable than the 300th “oh no I like him but he won’t figure out that I like him until the last chapter when we finally kiss” plotline, and it’s heightened by how (most) of the main three also want to remain friendly with the girl who “stole” their crush away. The down-to-earth situations and feelings made this a really fun watch for me, and then there’s the amazing animation and voice acting. I know and love Tono Hikaru as Shiori from Revue Starlight, so I’m really happy that she got to show off her comedic range in this anime. I also like that Nukumizu has real chemistry with Anna and Komari (sorry, I don’t really see it for Lemon), and this is what tears me up about harem shows because either the choice is obvious and it’s annoying that the other harem members are just there to stretch out the runtime, or there’s a believable dilemma and I feel the dread of knowing that someone is going to lose. At least I’m rooting for Anna the most, so hopefully Komari can get a happy ending some other way.

[chorusfm]

Letters Sent Home

Recently I was able to catch up with a German quartet called Letters Sent Home to discuss their new LP, Forever Undone, that released today via SharpTone Records. The highly anticipated album features recently released singles, “Request Denied” and “Elements”, alongside nine ambitious and exciting new tracks. The band is comprised of singer Emily Paschke, bassist Lara Ripke, guitarist Robin Werner, and drummer Louis Schramm. In this interview, I asked the band about their excitement level with releasing their debut LP, their touring plans, and much more. Forever Undone can be purchased here. Can you tell me what went into the writing process for your song “Hysteria”? The inspiration for the instrumental for Hysteria was the song “Family” by Badflower. This song immediately caught our attention because of its song structure and verses that only contain vocals and drums. We loved how the verses focused solely on the gut wrenching lyrics. So, we drew from this idea and added our own twist to it. Lyrically, the song summarizes my thoughts on social media in the postmodern days. It shows the struggle to never be good enough in the age and eyes of social media and how even the slightest misstep can make you a villain. What was it like filming the music video for this song as well? It was a dream come true filming with the very talented Pavel Trebukhin (TRE FILM), who also filmed and directed the video for “I hope I die first.” We had a very clear vision of what we wanted the video to look like but we didn’t have the resources to implement that vision, so we had to compromise. We wanted it to be a witch hunt and although we changed the original story, we think the essence of it stayed and we are more than happy with what Pavel was able to achieve. We filmed this video after a long video shoot for “I hope I die first.” The day before, so we were all exhausted but we pulled through and finished earlier than expected. The feeling you get after the “It’s a wrap” is unbelievably satisfying haha. Does your band have any plans to tour the States? If so, how do you plan to craft out the setlist for the upcoming tour? Unfortunately, we have no plans to tour the States yet but this is something we are working very hard for to be able to do eventually. To be completely honest, we always put those songs on our setlists that are the most fun to play and those that we have learned the crowd always enjoy. For the upcoming shows we are changing our intro for the first time in two years which is really overdue.  Your debut album comes out this Friday, April 12th, called Forever Undone. What are your expectations for how the material will be received by fans both old and new? Also, what is the meaning behind the title of the LP? We think that this album perfectly describes us as a band with all our personalities and influences. You will be able to find songs on the album that remind you of the old material but you will also find new vibes and styles that we wanted to try out. Old fans will be used to us experimenting and hopefully appreciate it and new fans will be surprised by the genre variety on the album but, we hope, in a good way. The album title Forever Undone basically means that we and the world are never complete. We don’t have a finish line we will run through. There is always something in us that is undone or broken that needs healing or evolution. You’ll find this theme in every song on the album. “Request Denied”, for example,  deals with depression and how it never really just goes away, so I just deal with it. “I hope I die first” shows how a love story is forever undone and never a hundred percent perfect. The trauma and experiences that I deal with on this album broke something inside of me but it also made me who I am today and that will never change. Therefore, I am forever undone.  Every band has a story to tell with their music. What do you hope people will take away most when they listen to Letters Sent Home? We are so vulnerable… https://chorus.fm/features/interviews/letters-sent-home/

[surferblues]

keep going | a.b

fuckboy!austin butler x fem!reader

requested prompt ❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜ debating on making a part 2 to this.

warnings smut (18+ only, minors dni), unprotected sex, dom! Austin, praise, p in v, unestablished relationship, spelling errors, and obviously sexual themes. ALL FICTIONAL. inspired and dedicated to the one and only @dreamersparacosm 🫶

Kaia and Austin had been dating for months, but there was always one person that he would let get in between his relationship. you.

But, in your defense, you knew they wouldn't last long, none of her relationships ships did. A year, tops.

Since the time Kaia introduced you to Austin at the Cannes festival, you and Austin had this undeniable tension that Kaia was blindsided by.

with him eyeing the whole night, even when kaia followed him around like a lost puppy. all he could think about was you.

it was the same night, that when kaia introduced you to one another - he and you snuck away to a empty room, and discovered each other in ways that would get you in trouble if anyone caught on.

and continued, him sneaking around his girlfriends back just to fuck her best friend - what a headline.

“Is it funny to make me hard when you know I can’t have you?” He grunts out, his rough hands shoving you into a (hopefully) unoccupied room.

A cocky smirk was plastered on your face as you rested your back against the wall, you bat your eyelashes at him and bite your bottom lip, making him lick his own as you get up in his face.

"she's never been a problem before." you hummed, your fingers working their way towards black dress pants, the satisfying sound of the zipper being unzipped was music to your ears.

“Look at you, such a dirty slut, y'know exactly what to do." he chuckled in amusement, his pants dropping. but, as quickly as his pants were off he worked towards the short dress that covered your body.

“Yeah, yeah. Be quiet.” You pushed his lips against his in an attempt to shut him up, grabbing his collar, and it worked miraculously. While you felt his hungry lips on yours, you also felt his eager hands riding up the tight dress up to your hips.

"no panties?" he breathlessly rasped, pulling away from the passionate kiss - clear humor in his tone. his blue eyes yours, head tilted as you nodded relentlessly.

"it's easier, yeah?" you giggled, but you were quickly cut short when he slipped two fingers into you without warning, making your jaw drop before he clamped a hand over your mouth.

"makes you look like a little slut." he degraded, pulling his fingers out of your needy hole. he hurriedly repositioned you, to where your chest was against the hard wall and your back was pressed against his rising chest. "a dirty one."

you didn't reply to his comments, instead you pressed your ass to his clothed dick - indicating that you were tired of waiting.

his dick was hard, he wasn't lying. he let out a hiss as you rubbed yourself against him, his boxers being the only thing stopping him from entering your body.

"stay still." he instructed, one of his hands flying towards his boxers while the other gripped your hip - arching your back subtly.

it had been a few seconds, and you were beginning to get impatient. "what are you d-" you curious words were quickly cut short, again, when you felt his dick slam into your needy whole without any warning, again.

Austin held you up against the wall, his hand slowly wrapped tightly around your throat, moving your head in his direction, just so he could meet your eyes.

" y'gotta be quiet, sh..." he murmured breathlessly, nodding slowly to make you understand and in attempts to hush your whimpers." there’s people in the other room." you nodded understandably, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you got used to the feeling of his dick in you.

he removed himself out of you, but quickly slammed back in - attempting to find a steady pace. you both let out a chorus of hushed moans.

the boy letting out a slight hissing sound and you biting down on your lip to keep from moaning out in pleasure.

he found a steady pace, thrusting into you so easily, Austin pressed his lips back to yours again, both of your lips parted as he pushed into you perfectly every time.

he always knew how to make you feel your best, he knew your body better than anybody else. It was a blessing and a curse, really, due to the following circumstances. 

"please..i ... jus' keep doing that" you whimper, his rough hand removing itself from your neck, and sneaking around your waist to pinch at your nipple.

Another moan slips past your lips when he drags his plump lips down your spine, leaving a trail of messy kisses.

"pussy was made just for me, nobody else" Austin rasps against your shoulder blade, you feel his grin against your skin when you clench around him at his words.

Austin trails his hand down, his finger tips grazing down your skin, this time to rub at your sensitive clit.

and he thought quickly, his tongue found its way into your mouth effortlessly, his teeth sinking down into your lower lip before you let out a soft moan that was swallowed by the kiss. 

Everything was happening in slow motion, it felt out of this world. hips thrusting down to meet yours, his blonde locks now messy and damp with sweat hair falling over his forehead as he hung over you. It felt surreal and you couldn’t get enough of it. 

[adorerdraco]

Whole Lot of Red ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !

Warnings: light smut/hinted smut, jealous/possessive-ish Draco, a little more mature themes 

Words: 1.8K

A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldn’t find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD

It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Prince’s presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him. 

Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldn’t be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.

Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk. 

A shivering weakness shot up your legs, your heart doing somersaults in your stomach as you recalled the previous night. It involved you sneaking out of the common room to meet Draco in a dark and hidden corner of the castle in the dead hours of night, his Prefect duties long finished and a looming fear of getting caught by Filch. It was you being backed into said corner, his body flush against your quivering one, a strong hand clamped tightly over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that unwillingly left your mouth as his lips left trails of wet kisses along the exposed skin of your neck and chest. It was his knee in between your legs, pushing you harder against the wall as your hands got tangled in his hair while he held your face in place by your jaw, whispering compliments and desires into your ear with kisses to it in between, smiling coyly to himself when he heard the small gasps of pleasure coming from you.

All this was because of a simple charms project, the two of you forced to spend a couple weeks together where it was constant bickering and malicious teasing until the tension between the two of you had gotten so overwhelmingly strong it was suffocating. It had gotten so unbearable that one day, Draco finally had enough as you were reading something out of your textbook for him, suddenly knocking it out of your hands and scooting closer to you on the shared bench, his minty breath hot against your face and darkening gray eyes flickering from your lips to your widened e/c’s as he whispered a breathless, “can I kiss you?” 

Post study make out sessions quickly turned into sneaking away from friends throughout the day which finally led into slipping out of common rooms to meet at night. No one ever noticed nor caught on to the two of you, the both of you keeping it a secret so you wouldn’t have to deal with people’s undesired two cents. 

As much as you enjoyed the hands on affection, you found yourself liking the intimacy afterwards even more. You looked forward to sitting down somewhere with him, his arms wrapped warmly around your body as you asked about each other’s day that branched out into talking about anything and everything. You would skip back to your room afterwards, smiling from ear to ear with your head in the clouds until one day it dawned on you; you were in a sticky situation of constantly wondering “what are we?”

You never dared to ask him though, terrified of his answer and that he would leave you in the dust for even bringing it up. In all your years at Hogwarts, you’ve never seen Draco with a girlfriend, he was the most well-known boy at school, an arrogant and proud Slytherin, a skilled quidditch seeker, and an irresistible flirt. But never having the title of ‘the boyfriend’, despite the countless girls that hung off his arms nearly begging for his attention.

“Y/N,” your friend broke you out of your thoughts, a sly smile on her face as she elbowed your side. “Your little friend is headed this way.”

You looked at her in confusion, turning your attention towards the tall Gryffindor, Trevor, that was walking towards your small group, a bright smile on his face as his eyes stayed trained on you. Your friends giggled teasingly, already knowing what his presence would ensue. He was nice, but annoying as he relentlessly flirted with you every time you had your Transfigurations class with him. You just chose to ignore him even though he always ended up sitting next to you or around you no matter how many times you moved. He was someone who you complained restlessly about to your group which caused them to laugh and poke fun every time he would come up to you around them.

“Y/L/N!” He said happily, attempting to give you a hug as he came up to you which you only begrudgingly returned with a lazy side hug. He took your hand, leading you a few feet away from your group so he could talk to you privately. “I was wondering if you wanted to meet up at the library after lunch to study for our test later this week?”

“Oh,” you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse but in the midst of your thoughts you remembered you had already made plans with Draco. Speaking of, you had forgotten he was only across the room, unbeknownst to you that he was staring hard at you and your classmate. “I’m busy today.”

“How about after tomorrow?” He asked again hopefully. “We can even go to Hogsmeade after, butterbeers on me!”

You frowned slightly, knowing that this was not a friendly collegiate conversation, but another ploy to try and get you to go out with him. His attempts were increasing week by week and you denied him every single time yet he never got the hint.

“Still busy,” you smiled at him, hoping that if you were to appear nice, it would soften the continuous blow of rejection.

“I’m not going to stop asking until you say yes,” he sighs, hands slipping into the pockets of his robe as he longingly looked down at you. “You might as well give in.”

His hand came up towards your hair, a skinny finger brushing through a strand of your hair as he pulled a small fluff of lint from your robes before flicking it into the air. You stood frozen in place, the gesture being painstakingly too much for your comfort and borderline creepy coming from him.

Draco felt himself shake with anger, the sight of you smiling at the Gryffindor and that he was running his fingers through your hair made his blood boil. Greeting the git with a hug. You being led away from your friends by your hand. He hated the sight. The thought of any man other than him being so close to you made him feel sick to his stomach, a rage sparking from deep within him he never even knew existed. He watched as you looked up at the boy above you, a weird expression on your face that instantly let him know you were uncomfortable.

That was it for him. He was seeing red as he threw his schoolbooks into Crabbe’s hands, pushing aggressively past a pair of boys that were in his way as he power walked towards you and your classmate.

“Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” Draco called out condescendingly in his haughty accent, his scowl deepening as he approached. Trevor’s head snapped towards Draco, a frown etching itself onto his face.

“Sod off, Malfoy,” Trevor sneered. “Go find someone else to bother.”

“Take your own advice, filth,” Draco shot back.

“Filth? You’re one to talk,” the Gryffindor chortled. By now, everyone within a few feet of the debacle was watching, entertained at the argument that was beginning to unfold, your friends and Draco’s goons staring oddly at the encounter. You only stood there, looking between both boys towering over you in a daze that left you paralyzed in your spot. You were so close to telling off Trevor before Draco came, feeling grateful at your delayed reaction now that he was there defending you.

“I’m not going to ask you again,” Draco threatened, stepping in between you and Trevor as he spoke. “Leave Y/N alone, or I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Why? You think she’d pick you over me?” He snickered. “We’ll see who’s the one feeling regretful when you find her making that decision.”

By now, Trevor had stepped up to the spiteful Slytherin, getting in his face with a patronizing smile. Draco’s face twisted up in anger as his temper got worse, shoving his competition back with the side of his forearm, feeling satisfied when Trevor stumbled back.

“Funny,” he laughed darkly, “I seem to remember her already making that decision every single day while we’re snogging.”

Multiple gasps can be heard throughout the foyer, including your own as you gaped up at the blond, his eyes staying focused on Trevor as he looked taken aback.

“You trying to say she’s your girlfriend?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Your legs nearly gave out below you at his response. This was everything you had been hoping for recently, except not like this. But that still didn’t stop you from feeling giddy, however, the bliss of his revelation filling your entire body with glee. The ‘what are we?’ question being ripped from your mind with relief.

“Is that true?” Trevor asks you, a devastated look glazing over his eyes as you slowly nodded. He gives Draco one more pointed look, bumping shoulders with him before he stalked off into the Great Hall in a rush, everyone scattering around to go inside as well now that the show was over.

Draco turned to peer down at you, fury draining from his body as he admired you. He cupped your cheek, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the opposite side of your face before whispering hotly into your ear.

“If he tries anything with you again, let me know and I swear I’ll deal with him,” he pulls back from you, smiling at you innocently. “I’ll see you later, darling.”

And with that, he sends you a wink, turning around to saunter over to his eager minions while your friends immediately rush towards you with a million questions that you would inevitably have to answer. This was not at all how you expected the day to turn out, not in the slightest.

[tooweirdforyou]

The OP Boys & Their Personal Dirty Secrets

A/N : just a little something I thought of :> this might not make sense but it’s late and I want to post something- it’s only six of the guys. LOOK IDK OKAY I JUST WANTED TO POST SMTH-

Warning : nsfw / suggestive themes ahead ! Pretty short. Most of these are masturbation though, if that makes sense? >.>

Summary : just a few of the boys and their dirty secrets they have.

Ace

It’s no secret that Ace is one for temperature play, but how he uses it?

His breath hitches ever so slightly at the cool ice that glides across his toned chest, his fingertips wrapped around the quickly melting cube.

Ace drags it along his skin, bringing it down towards his hard member, his other hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.

“A-Ah..”

A shallow exhale escaped his breath as he rubs the smaller ice around his tip, loving the feel of the cold, melting ice on top.

Hopefully, Ace remembered to refill the ice cube trays for Thatch before he stole the ice.

But as much as this embarrassed him to do this, Ace couldn’t stop the pleasuring feel sent through him as he took another ice cube and rubbed it around his throbbing cock, his other hand giving himself slow pumps.

Ace was definitely going to do this more often.

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Sabo

Sabo is a dominant one that loves to work with his hands, but he often thinks about bondage and toys.

Sabo let out a little chuckle as he slipped a little pant.

Indeed a little embarrassed at what he had done, he had to admit the pleasuring feel it gave when he denied himself any orgasm.

Tightened around the base of his cock was a ring that was successful in denying him any sense of free will to cum.

Along with the ring, Sabo had tied himself up, a collar around his neck, with his wrists bound together and mini wireless vibrators strapped to his buds and his tip.

Now, Sabo could easily escape out of these bounds but where was the fun in that?

Sabo was thoroughly enjoying this restriction he gave himself and instead imagined what it was like to have his partner in bondage. He would’ve nearly ejaculated at the mere imagination of it.

As the loud vibrations filled the air, Sabo brought down his tied wrists, his hands gripping the long fleshlight, towards his member and began to quickly thrust into it, breathy moans escaping his lips.

In a swift movement, he also took off the ring to fully allow him to cum, which he soon did.

-

Law

Law won’t admit it, but he’s into the dressing up kink, also known as “cosplaying”.

His hat tossed aside and the slightest flush spread across his cheeks, Law bit his lip in attempt to keep his breathy groans and pants to a minimum.

In his usual doctor’s coat, Law was sprawled over his chair in front of his desk, leaning back as he did so.

His legs wide and his pants lowered just enough to expose his throbbing member, aching to be touched.

As he finally allowed himself the smallest bit of pleasure, his fingers brushing against his cock, his eyes shut to let his imagination run over his mind. Images of you in a sexy nurse’s outfit was seen.

In a skin tight, thigh length, white pencil skirt, allowin him a beautiful sight of your legs. A blue button up blouse with the top few unbuttoned, to let him see your cleavage and exposed bra that you chose that morning, especially for him, and the typical white adorned hat on top, your curvy figure peering behind him.

Seductively whispering into his ear, he imagined his hands that made their way around his base were yours, teasing him.

“Seems as if you had a stressful day, doctor Trafalgar Law.. perhaps I should assist you to relieve your stress.”

On a particular day, he might even imagine you in a sexy kunoichi outfit, just to satisfy his love for ninjas—

-

Luffy

Luffy isn’t one to be embarrassed but he’d never, EVER confess to masturbating in secret, when he’s alone.

This is one of the few lewd things Luffy does and that he’s aware of what it actually is. The first time he did it, he was so embarrassed about it but it felt so good, he couldn’t wait to do it again.

It eventually became a small habit, something he only did if he was sure he was alone. Or at least be sure that everyone else was asleep and wouldn’t sneak into the bathroom at the moment.

Each time would be just as pleasurable as the last, the same routine as before.

Luffy would sit in the bathroom alone, shirt raised and tucked under his chin and his shorts lowered down to his ankles, and it wouldn’t take long for his member to become erect.

He’d start out slow, rubbing his thumb carefully over the tip and letting him take his time before eventually picking up his pace.

What he loved was that he obviously could stretch himself doing this, gripping his cock and stretching it a bit longer was kind of satisfying whenever he pumped himself.

If any of the guys or even girls knocked on the door, Luffy would panic and fix his clothes, clearly irritated he couldn’t finish off but mostly just worried that he’d be caught.

Luffy wasn’t one that was very good at lying or keeping secrets, but he was always fortunate enough that his crewmates never questioned what he was doing, since all they wanted was to just use the restroom.

-

Sanji

Sanji is the perverted type, clearly, so it’s no secret when he’s alone in his room, his hands clutching stolen lingerie, pressing it against his nose.

Unable to help himself, Sanji grunts out once more as his hand, wrapping a laced panty around his member, continues to pump himself quickly.

Spread in front of him were various magazines, most of it being latest issues of the swimsuit catalogue, with many beautiful lady models in different swimwear.

In his other hand, brought up to his nose, is another set of panties as he sniffed the heavenly sweet smell radiating off of them.

Plentiful moans escaped Sanji’s lips as he continues to thrust up into his closed hand, his imagination allowing him to think of it as something else.

Not long later, a pleasurably loud moan was heard as he quickly spurted his cum from his twitching cock, the warm liquid spreading over the magazines laid out in front of him, also filling the laced panties that were around him.

Sanji bit his lip, panting as he slowly came down from his high and relaxed a bit, clutching the undergarments closer to his chest, admiring the beautiful colors and feel, along with the undeniable scent that these belonged to.

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Zoro

Zoro, also a dominant type, often wonders what it’s like to be submissive for once. He secretly dreams what it’s like to be told in his place.

Zoro often let his imagination run wild. He’d never admit to it though, especially admitting to what he does in his weight room up in the crows nest.

He’d always double check the locked latch on the door that led to the main deck, but once he was sure he wouldn’t be disturbed, he relieved himself.

If he was ever caught, he’d nearly die of embarrassment but he loved what he did.

Zoro was the dominant type. He loves the control but sometimes, he’d wonder what it’d feel like if he was the one needed to be tamed. To be controlled roughly.

He often thought about using his own swords as a method of.. helping himself in the thought of being dominated but being too embarrassed by the thought of it quickly denied him to do so.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t improvise. Instead of his swords, he often used his bo staffs and other equipment he had.

And so here he was, biting his lip as he withheld the smallest groan of pleasure, a dark blush coating his cheeks as he felt the long stick inserting into him.

It wasn’t that he dreamt of being gay or pegged or anything, he just wanted to experience it for the first time, okay? As if he had to be punished, and he’d never admit it, but it felt incredible.

It was most definitely a weird and bit painful feeling but the slow insertions he made in and out of himself with the bo staffs quickly enveloped some pleasure into him as he did it a bit faster.

There were some weird angles but Zoro made it work and with his other hand free to pump his aching cock begging to be touched, he wasted no time to cum right onto the carpet in the center of the room.

His pants can be heard as he thought back on what he just did and how it felt and honestly? He couldn’t wait to do it again eventually.

Only when he truly felt stressed or just felt like being submissive and fucked again.

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A/N : y’all I’m feeling so lazy but so giddy lately and I’m sorry about this post but I literally have been so lazy to write anything- also DUB FOR KUROKO NO BASKET? AAAAAAAHHHH OMGGGG!! Who are your fav character in KnB? :0 aside from Kuroko .-. :))!!

Also did each person gradually get longer? The length of their parts I mean-

[fixyourwritinghabits]

On Fantasy Monarchies

I've been trying to figure out how to frame this right every time I remember how irritated fictional monarchies make me. I think I’ve finally figured it out, so here goes:

So we all know a monarchical system of government is... bad, right? Like, history has countless examples of 'hey maybe birthright rule is not the right way to run a country' AND YET many a fantasy will not blink twice at 'the good queen of the right blood replaced the bad king of the wrong blood and everyone was happy again' ending, despite the obvious solution of the bad king not being a thing if we just got rid of kings. So many fantasies about princes and princesses and like... man, there's got to be other interesting fantasy characters out there not so beheld to holding up the status quo. Like, c'mon.

(Obligatory disclaimer, yes you are allowed to have monarchies in your fiction and no, you do not have to bend over backwards to point out that monarchies are bad or whatever, especially if your book is about something else. This is just my particular hill to die on.)

Let's say we do want to point this out via a sympathetic villain character, because that's an interesting plot development. So say your bad guy's like 'hey, monarchies suck' and your hero's like 'yes good point Big-Fat-Ugly-Bug-Face-Baby-Eating O'Brien but the theme of this book is recovering from trauma and there's just no room for the chaotic upheaval changing our entire government would cause.'

So what do you do? You can't change the system of government overnight in any realistic or satisfying manner. Big-Fat-Ugly-Bug-Face-Baby-Eating O'Brien might have a good point, but he's also not going to make that point by eating babies. Well, you could try:

The Killmonger Method - The movie Black Panther did a pretty good job at having a villain with several good points about how Wakanda's society was wrong, but went about proving them the wrong way. However, at the end of the movie, T'Challa came to see the value of those points, and started taking steps to correct it. He didn't throw out Wakanda's entire system, but he did recognize it was time for change. Your characters could do the same.

The 'Hey, Other People Have This Point Too' Method - How do we avoid the issue of having a valid point wrapped in the cloak of evil (therefore making that point seem bad)? By having more than the villain make it. Maybe there are several people, groups, or organizations seeking change. They don't all have to agree, and they might not get what they want at the end of the book (especially if you don't have the page count to overthrow a system of government), but your hero becoming aware of them and opening up to change is worth exploring.

Progress Via Contact (not Colonization) - Your character's worldview expands as they discover other nations, other forms of governance, and other approaches to society. Forming alliances, relationships, and trading with these other nations could bring change on its own.

The Nuclear Option - You could just break everything. I know this seems like a bad idea now, but what if? What happens if the world is shattered, and has to be rebuilt? Can you find hope in that narrative? A way to make things better the second go-around?

Now I've made this very specifically about systems of government, but swap it out with systems of magic, societal structure, etc and it hopefully works the same. The main take away is that you don't have to change the world, but if the bad guy is actually right about change needing to happen, you at least need to leave the door open for that possibility. Even if the main character is the only one to realize that, even if that places a mountain in front of what seemed like a smooth path to a happy ending, it is worth exploring.

(Obligatory disclaimer the second: BIPOC and other marginalized folks who are only recently getting more opportunities to tell their own stories absolutely get a pass on the whole monarchy thing. I'm very specifically talking about Generic Bland Fantasy that could take the opportunity to shake things up, but don't. Missed opportunities, is all I'm saying.)

[joannasteez]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: EZ Reyes x GradStudent!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Dedicated to my fav @appropriate-writers-name because she deserves>

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mature Themes.

Credits to the gif maker always @hvitserkk

Based on this post

Trying my hand at writing a headcanon... hopefully this isn’t long winded but if it is.... I don’t think that’s an issue right? The more EZ the better lol!

Also... thanks for 500 followers💋

☠︎

Nocturne No.1 in B Flat Minor rides on the air that flows around you like a whisper, the soft piano lead melody slipping over your ears in a delicate manner that calms the atmosphere of the room. It’s perfect music to write to.

But it doesn’t stop the cramping in your fingers, the ache dull because your muscles have gone numb and taut but you can’t stop writing, for God sakes as your mind runs and rambles you have to keep going or run the risk of losing your train of thought.

There are books and articles everywhere, scattered along the sheets in a manner that is dysfunctional to the point of perfection. The mess makes sense to you of course but it’s dysfunctional nevertheless, a tangible representation of the clutter your mind is in at the moment.

Whoever thought of Grad School as an idea can go to hell.

Who ever thought of 15 page papers can go to hell as well.

Just as the music breaks for a moment and a half, the intensity of the piano suspended for the tiniest second of eternity, and in that suspension of sound, your stomach grumbles obnoxiously. A ripple in your abdomen and a dryness on your tongue.

But what’s food when there’s work to be done right?

There’s a jangling sound at the door and for a second your fight or flight takes hold, reducing your flesh to goosebumps, your heart sinking at the possibility of someone attempting to break in..... and then you realize, if they have a key, then you’ve given it to them.

You know exactly who it is, heavy footed steps thumping against your floorboards.

“I gave you that key for emergencies”.

Ezekiel’s in the doorway of your room, a bag of something savory in his hands.

“It is an emergency if I haven’t seen or heard from you in three weeks”.

Your face scrunches, trying to recall where the time went... It hasn’t been that long has it? It couldn’t have been.

“Yes three weeks.... I counted”, he grumbles. Resting the food on your dresser and coming to the side of the bed.

He kisses you, lips chasing yours with a hunger that is unyielding, the build of his body nearly forcing yours to lay against the sheets, and it almost does, till a paper crinkles and you remember what you were doing. You push him away.

“I’m sorry baby but bad timing, I have to finish this”.

He huffs, neediness rising in him to such a point that it tingles all over his body. Not having you in ear or eye shot for three weeks was more torturous than he wanted to admit. He wanted to lay up under you, feel your kiss, hear your voice; the whispers, the whimpers, the moans, the laughs, the sweet rasp of it from the morning, the sultry form it took when he’d had you spread and ready for him, the sweet melody of it when you sang doing random things around the apartment. He just wanted to hear you, feel you, have your fingers delicately trace his chest in the relaxing way that you do at night. Fuck he missed you.

“You can’t take a break?”

Your eyes cut to him “No I can’t”.

“The papers probably not due till next month”, he accuses.

And he’s right, but your inspiration for this course hasn’t struck you the way it has now in months, all your thoughts and ideas need to be written now, and not burned to flames by the mood EZ is about stir up which you’ll no doubt fall into if you don’t put a stop to it before it starts. He’s got that way about him, it’s uncanny, but sneaky nonetheless.

He starts out with an innocent kiss to your lips, chasing and prying them open with his tongue, and in between these he’s whispering things that make you fall deeper into his little trap, that husky tone dripping into your ears and making your body pliant against the bed.

Something like, “I love your lips hermosa”, “they’re so soft”, “they feel so fucking good against mine”.

You moan in response, like a reflex, the functions of your body laden with the urge, the need to fulfill desire. Your mind can’t keep up and by the time it does he’s got you so far gone. Right where he wants you.

He’s a good trouble you can’t afford to indulge into right now.

EZ gets rid of his kutte and the t-shirt lying beneath.

Fuck! Ok maybe a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt.... right?

Your finger points at him in a way to warn him, “30 minutes, that’s it”.

“An hour”, he argues back. 30 min is BS and you it.

“Fine”.

He’s all cheesy now, rushing the papers and your laptop away neatly enough before he’s laying at your side, attacking your lips with a satisfied groan, the thick rugged feeling of his hands running over your thighs, purposely overwhelming himself with the feel of you to sate the teeming desire he feels but it isn’t working. He needs more. He’s lavishing your mouth with slick tongue kisses, those stocky fingers running warm strokes over the inside of your thighs, pinching and pulling the flesh as he nears the thin cover of your panties.

Three weeks out of action and away from him has you breathless, your body sensitive and fast to respond.

He’s at your ear now, tugging at the shell of it with sharp teeth. “I fucking missed you baby girl”.

You moan at the name, voice airy. “I missed you too”.

He’s got your legs wide in swift motions and with the pulling sensation of his eyes, he’s drawing you into him to be fully consumed. Your stuck in them, falling deeper and becoming less conscious of where you are. Anything that isn’t him no longer exist. You’re completely done for.

Has it been mentioned yet that Ezekiel is a tease?, a man with the ability to manipulate your nerve endings to such a degree that they are now permanently susceptible to his every whim? Well if not mentioned before, let this truth be known now as he demonstrates it, the loneness of his thumb giving your slick slit slow rubs once your underwear are out of the way. His lips twitching up to a sly grin as he watches you squirm.

He’ll deliver you to your release slowly first, present you to the highest peak of bliss with measured thrums of his thumb, the pad of it delivering lazy circles to the wet flesh of your clit. He’ll draw it out of you, root up those pretty, wispy sounds that he likes first because they make his heart swell with pride. Only he can have you like this, writhing against the sheets in delirium.

You roll your hips, desperate for friction, his eyes trialing to the slick pink of your opening. The lewd slip of his finger against you puts a sinful spark in his eye, tongue peaking out to wet his lip as he watches you drag your hips lazily. “Fuck that shit is pretty”, he groans, laying a little slap to you that has you gasping for air, your fingers rushing up under your shirt to pull at the hard peaks of your chest. When you respond with the deep grind of your hips he does it again, laying another teasing slap to your bundle nerves making you whimper. Your head falling against the pillows as your spine arches.

Your voice is ragged as it leaves. “Don’t tease Ezekiel, I can’t take it”.

His eyes go to your fast, and they’re dilated. Completely blown. “Yes you can. You take whatever I give you, you hear me?”

When you don’t answer right away, he gives your clit another slap, a little harder this time, and it has you answering in a quick succession of yes’s.

He delves a finger into you, curving the digit as it glides out, eyes peeled again to the way you’re taking in the tanned finger. The feel of you is constricting, desperate for him not to leave. When he reaches to add another you arch high off the bed, the hook of them reaching that deep place in you that makes the darkness behind your lids go all white and splotchy. He loves the response, he lives for it, for you. “That’s it mi amor, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight. My pretty girl is being so good for me yeah?”

“I’m always good for you”, you purr. Your hips grinding as he gives you hard hitting thrust.

He moans at your answer. Gearing up to add to your pleasure. “Can you take another finger mama? Can I give you another?”

You nearly sob. “Please”.

The fit is tight, a slight ache of pressure at the fullness but you’re floating now. Completely gone as he works you up to that blissful peak.

“Look at me”, he calls but you don’t hear him. Hips rolling on auto pilot.

With the idle hand he’s had laying at the side, he reaches to grab your face, placing a number of teasing and gentle wet kisses to your lips as those fingers stroke you deep. The juxtaposition is jarring to your body, something in your belly fluttering before it spreads through your skin.

You’re so close.

He’s holding your eyes with his again, giving your hairline soft sweet caresses as he stares into you deep, searching for your soul to claim as a personal possession and all the while those fingers are tormenting you with lewd thrust, the wetness of them making obscene noises that fly into the air, the impact of them causing tears to slip from your eyes to your cheeks. Your eyes are glassy as he fails to stop delivering you to that release, a new droplet falling when he guides his thumb back to that glistening nub.

“Oh my God”, you whimper. The knot in your belly threatening to burst.

As the tension builds the tears flow, your body overwhelmed to such an inexplicable degree, and all the while he maintains eye contact with you. Irrevocably enthralled in the way you’re responding to the things he’s doing to you. Your body loves him just as much as your heart does, responds to him just as much as your mind does. He’s got you delirious off his three fingers but you’ve got him wrapped around just one of yours.

“Come for me hermosa”, he rasped.

And you do, convulsing against the bed. His body beside yours, guiding you through the amazing mess of your release.

[accioxreparo]

ink stains

synopsis: soulmate au in which every mark that appears on your body also appears on your soulmate’s body including, as you discover one day, drawings. Needless to say you’re determined to make your soulmate smile, even if you haven’t found them yet.

pairing: George Weasley x ravenclaw!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi I’m late to the party but @thoseofgreatambition is doing a soulmate theme night and I’m a ho for soumate au’s so hopefully mine is decent enough lol also I may or may not be writing one for fred too but it’s taking me ages so 

tagging: @the-hufflepuff-of-221b

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When you were six years old you woke up one morning to dark stains splattered all over your face and arms. You were confused and quickly grew panicked, absolutely positive that you had contracted Dragon Pox overnight. It had taken an hour for your dad to calm you down enough so he could explain with a small grin that your soulmate must’ve spilled an inkwell on themselves. 

“What do you mean?” You had asked with wide, curious eyes.

“Well,” Your dad had reached for the bedside table and picked up a quil. “Everybody has a soulmate, Y/N. One day you start being able to see the marks that appear on your soulmate's body, permanent or temporary. For you, that day happens to be today.” He dipped the quil in a well filled with bright blue ink and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a try? Write your soulmate a message.”

“What if they don’t write back?” You had frowned then, suddenly worrying that maybe this mystery person on the other end would want nothing to do with you. 

“Well that’s okay,” Your dad had been quick to reassure you. “They might not be able to see the marks yet. But one day they will and I just know they’ll be ecstatic to know you’re here.”

After that day there was a constant stream of doodles all over you. Vines snaking up your ankle. Twisting patterns winding around your fingers. Planets and stars littering your collarbone area. Stripes of random colors all over your palms as you mixed new colors. The most detailed pictures were always on your left arm though, that was where you practiced new drawings. 

Occasionally you wrote a message but mostly you drew. Then one day you bought a book about charms to cast on drawings in Flourish and Blotts and you begged your dad every chance you got to cast them for you. After that at least a few pictures were always moving up and down your body.

When you got your very own wand at the age of eleven they were the first spells you practiced. By the end of your first year at Hogwarts you had mastered the whole book. Since then there was always a constant supply of different colored inks in your bag and pockets. The array of multicolored moving pictures that changed every day was your one connection to your soulmate. 

They had yet to write back. 

It had been ages since you first found your connection to your soulmate. You’d dealt with scars and bruises and occasional scribbled reminders but never once had you ever received even an acknowledgment of anybody seeing your drawings. 

You tried not to let it bother you, you really did. But it seemed like every single person around you had known their soulmate for years, in one way or another. Some days the smile you wore wasn’t quite genuine, the longing you felt growing a little deeper at times, but never once did you fail to decorate your limbs with gentle reminders that you were there for your soulmate to find on themselves. 

Not until that day. You were set to leave for school the next morning and your father had taken the week off of work to see you off. The two of you, your older brother, and your younger sister were probably too focused on the quidditch match you had going against each other in the backyard of your house. So much so that the bludger hit your way completely blindsided you. 

The match ended with panicked shouts, a trip to St. Mungos, and your left arm wrapped tightly in cloth bandages as it rested in a sling while your bones healed. 

It was only when you were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express that the strangest thing happened. Words scrawled in letters that weren’t your own had appeared on your right arm. 

Nothing new today? 

As you stared at the writing with wide eyes, more words appeared underneath those. 

I’m sure this is bending the rules but I had to know. Something’s wrong isn’t it?

Frantically you dumped out the contents of your bag, scattering them all over the floor of the compartment. You dug around the mess you had made until you found a self-inking quil. Just as you were about to write your response you caught sight of the bandages on your arm and gave a defeated sigh. 

“Would you like some help?” 

You looked up and saw Luna, a friend of yours a couple years below you, watching you with an amused smile. The two of you would always sit up late in the common room together, swapping theories and stories about anything and everything. 

“If you don’t mind,” You gave her a sheepish look and she only smiled before moving to sit next to you. 

“What would you like me to write?” Luna asked as she took the quil out of your hand. You smiled and told her, watching as she took your arm and wrote out your words for you. 

What makes you think something is wrong?

It was seconds later when you received your response. 

Not once in the six years since I’ve been able to see your drawings have you let a day pass where you don’t add new ones. What’s wrong? 

A smile graced your face and Luna was kind enough to help you continue the conversation happening on your arm. 

I’m fine. Just a Quidditch injury. I’ll have the bandages removed by tonight, don’t worry. 

Take your time. I don’t want you to hurt longer than you have to, love.

You were sure it was cheating, talking to your soulmate by writing messages on your arm. But if whatever soulmate forces were out there didn’t want you to talk to them then there shouldn’t have been such a simple loophole. 

That’s what comforted you late that night, now gently scrawling messy words quickly on your arm that had been broken only the day before. Never before had you been more thankful for Skele-Gro. 

Can I ask you something?

The print you wrote with was small on purpose, trying to keep as much room available as possible. It didn’t stop you, however, from doodling new little pictures on the back of your hand. 

Go for it.

Why haven’t you ever said anything before? Why now?

You stared at the words you had written for a few moments before sighing and heading to the bathroom that was connected to your room. Only after staring at the words covering both arms now for a minute or two did you start washing away the ink you had put there. 

For a minute you thought that you shouldn’t have asked. You stood in silence, watching as the remainder of the ink, the part written in your soulmates handwriting, was slowly washed away leaving only faint ink stains. Then to your relief a response came after it was all gone. 

I was worried. And let’s just say I’m not as artistic as you are, my talents lie in other places. 

For a second the writing stopped but then more words appeared, quicker than they had before. 

Also I may have missed seeing you draw new pictures for me a little too much.

You beamed at the words and walked back to your bed. After the curtains were pulled around it you lit the end of your wand and picked up your quil again. 

Do you like them? The pictures. 

The response was almost immediate. 

I love them.

***

“Miss Y/L/N.” 

You jumped in your seat at the sound of a voice calling your name. Slowly you looked up from where you were taking notes on nonverbal spells. Professor Flitwick stood only a few feet away with an exasperated look on his face. Meanwhile both of the Weasley twins sat at their desk looking quite satisfied with whatever they had just done. 

You’d been correct to assume they were behind whatever loud noise had been going on only minutes before. The desk the twins were sitting at was now charred and the other Gryffindors surrounding them were chatting excitedly about whatever it was you missed while your nose was buried in your charms book. 

Neither Fred or George Weasley missed the fact that you were trying and failing to keep back an amused smile.  

“You’ll be getting a new partner to do your project with,” Professor Flitwick lifted his wand and with a single flick a bag and a pile of unused textbooks was flying across the room and into the empty space next to you. “Mr. Weasley.” 

Both boys stood at the same time wearing matching smirks and chorused, “Yes, Professor?” 

You covered your mouth with your hand to stifle your laugh when Professor Flitwick sighed and shook his head upon realizing that he really should have seen that coming. “Mr. George Weasley. Come meet your new partner.” 

Oddly enough said person didn’t look disappointed by the new assignment at all. Instead he grinned as he approached you, sliding into the chair beside you easily. 

You could count the number of times you had spoken to George Weasley on one hand. The first time had been during potions when he’d asked to borrow some foxglove for a pompion potion. It wasn’t the potion you’d been assigned to brew but you hadn’t questioned it. The second time he’d walked up to you and your friends after a quidditch match to congratulate Ravenclaw on their victory against Slytherin despite the fact that none of you were on the team. And the third time was only a few weeks before when he asked to borrow a spare quil in transfiguration. 

You doubted he remembered any of that though. 

“So partner,” George leaned on the desk, head resting on one of his hands as he looked at you. “What do you know about,” He reached over to look at the piece of parchment you’d been taking your notes on. “Nonverbal spells? That’s our topic?” 

“It is,” You nodded and reached for your notes, hoping he wouldn’t flip over the parchment to see the drawings you’d absentmindedly doodled during the lecture. “Is that a problem?” 

“Not at all,” George’s smile turned softer then as he stared at you, a fact which you noticed. You turned away quickly as you felt your face burn, hoping silently that it wasn’t too noticeable. “On the contrary. From what I hear you’ve already mastered a few nonverbal spells yourself Y/N, dearest.”

You froze then, not sure which revelation surprised you more. The fact that apparently you had developed a reputation without you knowing or the fact that George Weasley of all people knew your name. 

You tried your hardest to fight the temptation to ask how he knew you and why. 

“Class is almost over,” Your words came out rushed and a little too loud to sound natural. It wasn’t a complete lie. In just ten minutes you’d all be dismissed and that was hardly enough time to make even a small dent into your project. “We should meet sometime before our next class to get started if we want to have it done by the due date.”

“You’re so...ravenclaw,” George spoke after a few moments. When you looked at him again he was still giving you that same soft smile, a different sort of glint in his eyes than the one you were used to seeing every now and then.

For a second your thoughts drifted to the words scrawled on your right arm and the pictures on your left. They were covered up by the sleeves of your sweater as they usually were but you could picture the words you and your soulmate had written to each other earlier that day clearly. 

“Is that a bad thing?” You found yourself asking, for some strange reason not being able to bring yourself to pull away from George’s gaze. 

“No,” He shook his head gently almost immediately. “It’s perfect.”

***

You had to give credit where credit was due. When it came down to it, George Weasley could in fact step up to the plate. 

Even now, an early Sunday morning the day after a trip to Hogsmeade, he sat right in front of you. 

You knew for a fact he had been up late the previous night causing his usual mischief alongside his brother. One of the Ravenclaw prefects had been patrolling the halls and you overheard him complaining about having to send the twins back to their dorm for the fourth day in a row when he entered the common room.

It had made you smile. 

You’d spent at least a couple hours each day alongside George for the past two and a half weeks. Some of that time had indeed been spent on your project but you found it easier to talk to him than you thought it would be. You couldn’t even begin to count the variety of tales he told you just to hear you laugh.

That, however, meant that the two of you had developed a tendency to avoid your work resulting in you being behind. The next day the two of you would have to present in front of the class. You had already gotten away with postponing the presentation twice. 

The first time you had told Professor Flitwick that you needed more time to gather as much information as the topic deserved. The second time George had eaten one of the products he had told you he was working on, one he called a nosebleed nougat. It had worked like a charm and the moment you left the classroom with him he ate another candy and it stopped.

It was the only reason the two of you had woken up at that godforsaken hour of the morning on a Sunday. There was simply no other option now.

“I think all of our research is done and I can write up some notes for us to remember during the presentation,” You reached for another roll of parchment from your bag to do just that before dipping your quil in an inkwell filled with bright blue ink. “But we still need to practice some nonverbal spells for the practical demonstration. What do you think we should -”

It wasn’t until you looked away from the pile of books in front of you and at George that you realized he had dozed off.  His head was resting on his arms which were crossed on the desk in front of him and he looked almost peaceful for once. 

The corner of a piece of parchment was sticking out from under one of his arms and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself. Slowly you leaned forward until you could reach the parchment and you began to sketch a field of flowers on the paper in various ink colors. 

You didn’t notice your own smile as you did so. 

Then the end of your quil brushed across George’s face and he almost immediately bolted up in his seat. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes once more he looked over only to find you biting your bottom lip to keep from laughing. 

“You look suspicious,” George narrowed his eyes at you playfully when he saw the look on your face, still not noticing the addition to his parchment. 

“Do I?” You smiled then as you leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms in front of you. 

“You do,” He leaned forward on the desk again and the grin you’d come to see on a regular basis returned. “May I ask why?” 

“No reason at all. I’m just excited to learn some nonverbal spells is all,” You laughed as you stood from your seat, squinting a little at the late morning sun shining through the windows. “Speaking of, I’m gonna go search for some books a friend of mine recommended with some spells we could use.” 

“Do we not have enough of those here?” George said as he glanced at the pile of no less than seven books, none of which he could remember anything about. 

“Those are all on history and theory. We need something on practical application.” 

“Right,” George let out a sigh as he reached for one of the unopened books. “You’re lucky I like you. I can’t remember the last time I did this much reading for a project.” 

You hummed and then shook your head, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Don’t I feel honored.” 

“Just get on with it,” George glanced up from the pages of the book he’d been flipping through and at you again, this time with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Faster we finish with this, the sooner we can sneak into the kitchens for a late breakfast.” 

You were quick to agree. George watched as you disappeared behind one of the bookshelves. It was only when he was sure you were gone that he rolled up the sleeve of his sweater and reached for a quil, quickly scribbling a message to his soulmate on his right arm. 

When he was done writing the message he caught sight of the flowers that you had drawn on the corner of his parchment and he grinned. Almost absentmindedly he started drawing flowers around your own, albeit a little simpler than the designs you had made. It took a minute for his eyes to widen, quil falling out of his hand, realizing that the flowers you had drawn on the paper he had already seen dozens of times before. In fact, a variation of them sat on his left arm now.

***

Finally four hours later you and George sat in the kitchens which you’d found surprisingly empty. Breakfast and lunch had come and gone and the two of you had gladly accepted a variety of foods from a couple of the house elves. 

You were completely oblivious to the way George was studying you closely, trying as hard as he could to see if he was right. 

“Puddlemere United,” He said when he caught sight of the patch sewn onto the jacket you were wearing. “I take it you’re a fan?” 

“I sort of have to be,” You laughed a little when you saw the confused look flash on George’s face. “My dad is Puddlemere’s captain.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not, promise,” You smiled as you shook your head. Without hesitation you pulled off your jacket, flipping it around so the back was visible, and pointed to a navy blue crest with the Puddlemere United logo and the word ‘captain’ across it in bold, golden letters. “Has been for a few years now and here’s your proof.” 

But when you looked at George he wasn’t looking at the jacket at all. Instead he was staring at the variety of words and pictures covering your arms. You could see his eyes darting back and forth and quickly pulled your arm away and under the table. 

“Wait,” He reached across the table and took your hand in his, slowly turning your arm around so he could see all every single stroke of ink. You could only watch as he gently traced the designs with his free hand. 

The moment was soft, intimate in the purest way. You swore you could hear your own heart thumping louder each second that passed. It reached its peak when George placed your arm on the table in front of the two of you only to pull off the sweater he’d been wearing. It was then that the breath you were holding in left you. 

Every single ink stain on your arms was perfectly reflected on his. Now that you looked closer you wondered how you hadn’t recognized his handwriting right away, you’d spent the last few months writing back and forth after all. You’d been so focused on the drawings and the writing that you hadn’t noticed what, or rather who was right in front of you. 

“I knew it was you, you know.” 

Your laugh was light when you finally dared to look at George once more. He was looking at you with pure and utter adoration and you were positive you wore the same expression. “Did you now?” 

“I did,” George grinned as he took your hand again, more confident than he had previously been. “Remember our first year when I asked you for that foxglove? I was supposed to nick it from one of the shelves but you had your sleeves rolled up and I swore I saw the edge of the stars you had drawn earlier that day. I went to get a closer look but they were covered again.” 

“And I suppose it was the same thing in transfiguration a month ago?” You shook your head with an amused smile as you thought back to the encounter. It all seemed so obvious now.

“It was. Same thing with the quidditch match a few years ago too,” He leaned forward as if what he were about to tell you were a secret. Suddenly it was like he couldn’t let you go, not that he’d ever want to now that he’d finally found you. “What made me almost certain though was the little drawing you left on my parchment earlier. I knew I’d seen those before.” 

“Well I suppose it’s a good thing you’ve kept your eyes open unlike me apparently,” You were beaming as you glanced down at the matching pictures present on both of you. “What do we do now?” 

“I’m glad you asked,” George immediately stood, pulling you up with him. He grabbed hold of your jacket still sitting on the table and started pulling you out of the kitchens. “Now that we’ve found each other we’re going to make up for lost time.” 

“By doing what exactly?” You asked, eyebrows raised questioningly and a slight smirk on your face. 

“Head out of the gutter, love,” George laughed as the two of you walked back up the stairs still hand in hand. He looked down at you with a wild grin on his face. “We’re going on our first date if you’re up for it.” 

You agreed instantly and happily followed to wherever it was George would take you, just as you knew you always would from that moment on.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Review | Seto Kaiba x youtuber!Reader

Warning: Female Reader

Kaiba bit his lip, watching the fairly popular video. A young woman was reviewing quite a few different tech products. One of them happened to be his newest duel disk.

He was pissed.

He wasn't sure if it was her she was pissed at or the production company he employed but this video was tarnishing his reputation. Seto thought about forcing her to take it down but that would only make people think he did it. It would also hurt his sales.

It wasn't as if it was her fault that upon opening the box it fell apart and wouldn't even turn on. He picked up his phone, calling to see if the manufacturer had found out anything about that particular batch.

It was why it went viral. People where saying Kaiba was cheapening his products.

Scamming people.

"Well?" he said roughly into the blue Kaiba brand cell phone.

"S-Sir! It does look as if that batch was dropped off of the pallet before shipping." A nervous voice said.

Kaiba huffed. "Did they get fired?!"

"Y-yes sir,"

"Good. Also, I need a new duel disk sent to my office in the colors of that woman's channel colors..." Kaiba responded coolly.

He had a plan.

"Sir?"

"You heard me. It better be on my desk by tomorrow,"

Seto pressed the end button aggressively. The next step he took was began an email to the young woman. Hopefully this would be good press.

--

"Hey, guys!" (Y/n) said into a camera as she walked. "You won't believe where I am! I am in Domino City! This is like a gamer's Disney!"

She spun happily to show the city. "I have a big surprise as to why I'm here too!" She continued her introduction, filming her day up until she was standing in front of the original Kaiba Corp building.

"Here we are! The big surprise! The real Seto Kaiba saw my video on the duel disk. He wanted to be able to explain the whole situation! I even got a special key badge for today," She grinned and pushed through the crystal glass doors.

Putting the camera at her hip, she stopped at the security desk explaining why she was there. They were pointed to a special blueish chrome elevator. She walked over, scanning her badge. It pinged. The doors opened smoothly, she stepped in carefully. It made her feel a bit claustrophobic for a moment that was until she turned around to see how beautiful the lobby was. The shaft of the elevator was all glass inside, encased by a clear waterfall. The building had cubicles and workers but large statues of different duel monsters filled the center. They were disturbingly realistic. As if that giant blue eyes white dragon could fly off any second. She couldn't resist filming her trip up.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the elevator opened to his floor. Three doors, a desk with a secretary... Or was he security? Both? He looked up at her with a grumpy look, noticing the camera.

"So you must be her." He crossed his large arms. "Mr. Kaiba is waiting."

(Y/n) swallowed hard, nervous suddenly. It wasn't her first celebrity she's met. At least gamer celebs. She even met Yugi Moto once at a convention they were both guests at. But they had all been good.

Seto Kaiba's reputation really wasn't the best.

She stepped forward, knocking on the large doors at the end of the short hallway. The way it looked, his office must take 1/3 of the floor.

They opened automatically, there sat the handsome young CEO. A big box with blue wrapping paper and a silver ribbon sat on the desk.

"Sit." He nodded towards a blue chair across from him, sewn in a blue velvet.

He really knew themeing.

"Where do you want to set up the camera?" He asked coolly, looking her over.

He could admit she was... Cute.

She had appeal. Maybe he could use her as a face for Kaiba tech? Interesting.

"Oh! Uh." She had been wearing a large bag all day filled with equipment, she almost forgot she had it.

She placed said bag down and glanced around. There was a nice white leather couch with blue pillows and nodded. "That looks comfortable."

Then she moved to grab her bag only for that large security man from before to grab it politely.

She frowned but let it slide, Kaiba stood up.

"Wow, you are tall."

Did she just say that out loud?

Kaiba raised a neatly manicured eye brow at her. It was always interesting how he made people feel. Nervousness reflected so differently on different people.

"I mean I've only seen you on tv," She was so embarrassed.

He smirked but didn't say anything as he sat down. The man grabbed the wrapped present and (Y/n) began to set up her video equipment. Maybe she should hire a producer?

It took a bit of time but she finally sat down next to Seto. He was so tall that when sat at an angle his knee gently bumped hers. This made her face feel warm. Why was he so handsome?!

The camera was rolling but Kaiba barely changed his personality. "I noticed your duel disk didn't meet Kaiba Corp standard." He explain. "It seems there was an incident in shipping that I wasn't informed of. We recalled all of the duel disks from that shipment."

He picked up the gift making it obvious for the camera. "I want you to be the first to get your replacement."

Her heart fluttered when her eyes met his, what she didn't know that his did the same thing.

"Oh! I see! I'm so glad that you are accepting responsibility! So many companies just brush it away!" She was actually shocked that this was what it was about but yet had a feeling.

Her hands shakily opened the wrapping paper showing the custom machine. It was her favorite colors and matched her channel asthetic so well. Internally she was squealing.

"Oh wow!" She moved and began to open it on camera showing a beautiful working piece of machinery. "I'm very impressed." They talked a little longer. Kaiba using it as an advertisement moment and they finished it quickly. That was when a young man with black hair walked in. Probably only nineteen. He must be the now older Mokuba. His eyes widened.

"Woah! Seto. I didn't know she was coming today!" He was excited it seemed. "I loved the videos where you just unbox capsule monsters. Even though I have most of them it's so satisfying!"

She was in shock he even knew her.

"Thank you! I'm so glad." She glances at time. She needed to be at her hotel soon to call her friends back home.

"I'm sorry" she bowed. "I have to go soon. Morning back home is happening and everyone wants to see me safe!"

Mokuba watched her leave with a frown then looked at his older brother.

"If you don't ask her out... I will,"

[ejzah]

Thank you so much for all the fanfiction stories you've been writing they all are amazing. I'd like to ask if it's not much of trouble to write a fiction where Kessler take his revenge on Deeks to hurt Kensi more after he sees how nuch she loves him

A/N: Hi anon, thank you so much! I’ve written similar stories on this theme before, so hopefully this isn’t too similar to any of those. Features a little bit of everyone.

***

Where It Hurts Most

“Good morning,” Kensi whispered, kissing Deeks’ cheek. He had his eyes closed, but she was 90% sure he was awake too. She made a path from the soft hair of his beard straight down to the smooth skin of his neck. When she sucked just beneath his jaw, he finally moved, settling his hands on her hips, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Mm, best wake up call ever,” he murmured, gently nudging her closer. “So much better than an alarm.”

Kensi dipped her head again, capturing her lips, as Deeks pulled her completely on top of him. Their alarms went off at the same time a few minutes later and Deeks groaned, sneaking one more kiss before he reluctantly slid away.

“I want to squeeze in a run before work,” he explained, stripping off his boxers in exchange for a pair of running shorts and a tank. Kensi lay back down, enjoying the view. “I’ll meet you at the mission, ok?”

“Alright. Enjoy your run.” Flashing her a quick grin, Deeks kissed her one more time, and grabbed his running shoes. She lay in bed for a few more minutes before finally convincing herself to get up.

Deeks still hadn’t returned by the time she was finished showering and eating breakfast, which wasn’t unusual for him. His quick runs often turned into mini-marathons. Or he ended up talking with one of many casual friends he’d made since they moved. At another point in her life she might have felt jealous that he wasn’t with her, but now she was grateful that he had so many people in his life.

Figuring he wouldn’t be back before she left, Kensi put his half of the breakfast wrap she made in the fridge, and left a note for him on the kitchen table.

***

“No, I want to keep it simple,” Callen was saying when Kensi walked into the bullpen half an hour later. “Just a nice, relaxing dinner.”

“And that’s exactly why your wrong. A woman wants to be wooed on her anniversary, not the same treatment she gets every day,” Sam disagreed.

Kensi quietly sat down, enjoying watching them debate. She could see Sam’s annoyance rising as Callen stubbornly maintained his position on the matter.

“Anna’s not that kind of woman, though. I think I know her better than you.”

“G thinks it’s a good idea to take Anna out for pizza for their anniversary. What do you think?” Sam asked, abruptly turning to Kensi.

“I think you should do whatever makes you and Anna the happiest,” she answered diplomatically.

“See, she agrees with me,” Callen said, smirking in a self-satisfied way.

“No, that’s not what I said at all!”

“We need a third opinion. Where’s Deeks?”

“He had a few errands to run. Somehow I don’t think he’ll be on your side though,” Kensi said, patting Sam’s arm. “You know he prefers things that are more simplistic now.”

“You all are a disappointment,” Sam commented, shaking his head. Fatima appeared in the doorway before he could admonish them any further, her expression apprehensive.

“Guys, I just got an email addressed to Kensi,” she said, hesitating for a moment as she caught Kensi’s eye. “It says it’s from Kessler.”

Kensi’s stomach clenched briefly at his name before she gained control and managed to affect indifference.

“Damn it,” Callen sighed, dropping his feet from his desk and standing. “I will not miss this guy once we finally get him back in jail.”

“Any idea where the email originated from?” she asked Fatima as they walked upstairs together.

“I’m working on tracking it, but so far I’m not getting anywhere,” Fatima answered apologetically. “I’ll keep working on it though.”

“I know you will.”

“Well, maybe it’s a good thing Deeks isn’t here,” Sam commented darkly. “At least this way you can soften the blow before he finds out.”

Logically Kensi agreed, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted him by her side. Kessler managed to get under her skin despite her determination to ignore his taunts and threats.

“Alright, let’s see what garbage he’s spouting today,” she said with false bravado as they faced the big screen. Fatima pulled up the email, which bore the subject “It’s Been Too Long”.

“My Dear Kensi,

“I’ve thought of you often in the last few months. I figured it was time for another visit,” Kensi read, licking her lips to cover her anxiety. “I see Marty likes to keep in shape too. Don’t worry I’m not jealous. I know there’s no competition.”

“This guy’s unbelievable,” Sam muttered. A sickening sensation was growing in Kensi’s stomach and she didn’t respond as Fatima scrolled to the bottom of the message.

“You should have joined your hubby on his run, Agent Blye. I don’t think he’s going to make it home for breakfast or anything else you promised.

P.S. He put up a good fight.”

“Oh my god,” Kensi whispered, blindly reaching for the closest thing to hold as her knees trembled. “Deeks went for a run this morning.” She felt someone touch her shoulder, but it felt as if it was from far away. “He didn’t come back, but I just thought he took a longer route. Oh my god.”

“Kensi, it’s going to be alright,” Sam assured her, moving in front of her, blocking out the entire screen.

“Kessler has him.” Her voice cracked and she swallowed harshly, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “I left Deeks a note this morning about breakfast. Kessler couldn’t know that unless he was there.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Callen insisted. “This could be another bluff. Fatima, did he send anything else?”

“Yes, there’s an attachment,” she said quietly. Kensi clung to Sam’s shirt, fingers digging in as he moved to the side, revealing a picture of Deeks.

He was caught mid-stride, his gaze focused somewhere off-screen as he waved to someone. A hint of a smile played at his lips, confirming that he was unaware he was being watched. Her eyes traveled over him, overwhelming rage mixing with sickening rage.

“They ambushed him,” she murmured softly.

“We’ll get him back, Kens,” Sam told her, still supporting her. She drew back, pulling on non-existent strength to ignore her terror.

“Good. Because I’m going to make him regret ever laying a hand on Deeks,” she promised.

[neo-culture-taste]

Intrinsic: Jade - Ch 5

Genre: AU, college, frat life, drama, romance, smut, friends with benefits to lovers, secret relationship

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader (fem)

Rating: M for language, adult themes, sexual content, alcohol use

Word Count: 13100+

Summary: Being an alternative influencer on social media was a fun way to express yourself, until you could no longer relish in the joys of playing pretend, and the masks inevitably had to come off of everyone involved.

For more chapters and stories, see masterlist.

Like a kid on Christmas morning, you stationed yourself by the window at the front of the frat house, waiting for Santa Claus to arrive with your presents. Except you weren’t actually waiting for Santa. You were waiting for your best friends to arrive back from visiting your hometown. Hopefully they would bring back presents for you instead. A nicely packaged home cooked meal from Johnny’s mom or freshly baked cookies from Jaehyun’s mom would have been absolutely amazing. Your mouth began to water just thinking about it. You really hoped at least one of their parents thought about spoiling you in addition to whatever your own parents had sent you.

In the distance you were able to see the top of Johnny’s head appear over the horizon, prompting you to hop up from your perch in excitement and run to the front door. You swung it open then put your hands on either side of your mouth to amplify the yell of unadulterated glee you let out at the sight of your three childhood friends. There were no words included. You just yelled at them for no other reason than being happy to see them. Em and Jaehyun smiled at your antics while Johnny laughed before putting his hands on either side of his mouth and yelling just to yell back at you, too. As they got closer you bounced towards them and flung out your arms as you tried to engulf all three of them in a hug at the same time. Johnny braced himself for the hug by opening his arms and bending his knees, and you flew into his chest, managing to only hook Jaehyun into the hug by his neck and making him choke. Glad she wasn’t caught in your hug, Em laughed at Jaehyun’s distress before walking over and wrapping her arms around the three of you from behind.

“I missed you guys so much! I was so bored!” Your words came out muffled in Johnny’s chest, but they were able to make out what you had said.

“Bullshit,” said Johnny, releasing you from his arms. “You posted everything you did online.”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t the same without you guys.” You released Jaehyun’s neck from your hold and held out your hand expectantly. “What did you bring back for me?”

Johnny slapped your open palm with his own. “Nothin’!”

“Ow!”

Your tallest friend laughed. “My bad, my bad.”

“My mom sent cookies,” said Jaehyun as he rubbed his sore neck with his hand.

“Yesss.”

“I brought the stuff you wanted from your house that you asked for,” said Em, holding up a small duffle bag. “So, I guess it’s a present from yourself but also from me because I had to go get it,” she said with a chuckle.

“You’re the bestest,” you told her before giving her a proper hug. You then took the bag from her and put it on your shoulder. “Let’s hurry up and go in so I can take Emmy to our new house.”

“How badly did you mess up my room that you’re so eager to leave?” asked Jaehyun as he walked past you into the frat house behind Em and Johnny.

“The bed frame broke from all the wild sex I was having on it.”

“What?!” he yelped, whipping around to face you only to find you giggling at him.

“I’m kidding! Your bed is as clean as the day you left it. Because I washed the sheets last night.”

“If I find one stain…” Jaehyun said, leaving his clause open ended. You rolled your eyes at him and walked the rest of the way up the stairs and into his bedroom. He looked around his room briefly to see if anything was out of the ordinary or out of place, and of course he didn’t find anything. Satisfied, he dropped his bag to the floor before dramatically turning around and falling onto his bed backwards. “Leave me. I want to enjoy my bed while I can before I have to let you sleep in it for two more nights,” he said, and you smacked him on his leg, causing him to yelp but he remained laying down.

“Hey, welcome back,” Taeyong said, announcing his presence in the bathroom doorway. He had heard the two of you come in and wanted to greet his friend.

“Sup, man,” Jaehyun greeted back. He then lifted one of his hands to point a finger at you. “On a scale of one to ten, how annoying was she?”

“Hey!” you exclaimed and smacked him on his leg again. That time you did it harder and his whole body flinched. “We’re best friends now,” you said and walked over to where Taeyong stood to wrap yourself around his arm. “Aren’t we?”

“Please save me,” Taeyong said to Jaehyun in mock distress, making the latter burst out into laughter.

You scoffed, but you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips from knowing the secrets that you and Taeyong shared. “Screw the both of you. I can’t wait to get out of here.”

What you said to them was half true. You couldn’t wait to be in your own space. Jaehyun’s room was comfortable and all, but it wasn’t your room to customize and decorate. On the other half, you were actually disappointed that you wouldn't be able to simply walk over to the other side of the bathroom and see Taeyong sitting in his room. You were really going to miss that, how easy it was to spend time with him. You still were going to hang out with him, but now you had to coordinate schedules instead of you popping in unannounced and jumping into his lap. Ah, whatever. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship anyway. You knew this little fling you had was going to fade out eventually.

On move in day, you loaded up all the boxes you and Em had put into a small storage unit into the guys’ cars and drove them over to your new place. Drew wasn’t too fond of there being two guys she didn’t know walking in and out of her house, but how else were you supposed to get all your stuff in? At least she was friends with Taeyong and kind of knew of Johnny already since he dated her sister for a hot minute well over a year ago. You didn't think he actually ever met Drew, though, since he introduced himself to her. She didn’t say anything about it or bring up her sister, so you guessed it wasn't important. Jaehyun tagged along, too, as expected since he didn’t have anything else better to do. He wasn’t really much help either. He brought in one box and then sat at the bar counter and watched everybody else bring in stuff. He was more interested in talking to your pretty new landlord who refused to give him the time of day.

You were in your new bedroom unpacking some of your clothing into one of the dresser drawers when Taeyong came in with the last of your boxes. He placed it on top of the stack of boxes you had in front of your bed and stretched out his arms before turning to you. “That’s the last one,” he said, shaking his arms out beside him. 

Smiling, you stood up from your spot on the floor, walked the few steps over to him, and wrapped your arms around his waist in a hug of appreciation. “Thanks a bunch. Why don’t I give you a little something for all of your hard work?” you said, then bit your bottom lip between your teeth suggestively. You didn’t know why, but watching him carry some of your heavy boxes into your new room was kind of hot for some reason. Maybe you just had a lot of pent up sexual tension since you hadn't been able to spend one on one time with Taeyong since the day your friends came back. Too bad you didn’t have enough stuff for him to carry to make him break out into a sweat. 

“You can thank me later,” he said while hugging you back. “Me and the guys are heading out. We have to start making plans for rush week.”

Your brows knitted in confusion as to why they needed to start making plans for frat recruitment so early. “What? Already?”

“Yeah, I know. But Johnny wants to make a big impression this year since he’s president now.”

“Hmm, okay,” you said as you snaked your hands underneath the back of his t-shirt. “I can make this quick.” You began to slowly rake your nails across his skin as you pressed your body flush against him.

“What are you doing?” he whispered in a slight panic as he looked over to your open doorway.

“I said I was going to give you a reward for helping me.” You winked suggestively then leaned in to kiss him, catching his lips briefly before he swiftly backed his head away from you.

“Right now?” He dodged another kiss from you. “Johnny is literally down the hall!”

“We’ll close the door. Come ooon,” you whined as he continued to resist you. “I know you want it.”

Taeyong wanted every last bit of whatever you were offering, but he wanted to keep his kneecaps intact even more. So when you tried to kiss him one more time, he jerked himself backwards and bumped into the stack of boxes behind him, causing all of them to come crashing down loudly.

“What just happened?! You okay?!” Em yelled from her room down the hall.

Admitting defeat, you let go of Taeyong’s waist and answered her. “Yeah! Taeyong knocked over all my boxes!”

“Clumsy fuck!” Johnny yelled from inside Em’s room as well. A few moments later, he appeared in your doorway as you and Taeyong restacked the boxes that fell. “Don’t try to talk him into unpacking your things with you like I know you want to. We got stuff to do.”

“I would never!”

“Uh huh. Sure. C’mon, dude. Jae is already on his way back,” Johnny said before turning and walking down the hall to the front of the house.

“I’ll see you later,” Taeyong said to you before making his exit. But before he could fully make his way out of the door, you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him towards you.

“Come back later tonight and you can really help me unpack,” you told him with another bite of your lip. 

He immediately understood what you were insinuating and chuckled to himself before gently peeling your hand from his wrist. “We’ll see.”

On his way out of your room, he passed Drew who was walking over from the other side of the house to check if you and Em needed any help now that the guys were leaving. You told her you didn’t need anything except food and skipped down the hall to ask Em if she wanted to go eat with the two of you. She was pretty hungry too, and the three of you decided on what restaurant you were going to visit before going your separate ways to freshen up to go out.

You used your time eating together at the restaurant to get to know Drew a little better as the three of you talked about living together going forward. There was also another girl that was planning to move in the weekend before the first day of classes who was also a mutual friend of Drew and Em. Drew didn’t have that many rules. Being respectable and keeping the house clean were her main concerns. She was very serious about her academics, so she asked that you and Em be extra quiet during midterms and finals. That wouldn’t be hard. Em was a borderline hermit and barely left her room and you would be busy in yours creating content if you weren’t going out somewhere.

“And if you end up coming home really late, you can turn the alarm off on your phone before you come in so it doesn’t wake us,” said Drew as she finished explaining how to use the app for the house’s alarm system. She took a sip from her glass of water with lemon when she was done, but suddenly held up her finger as she remembered something else she wanted to tell you. She had seen the interaction between you and Taeyong before he left the house, so she wanted to make sure you knew the most important rule. “One more thing. I don’t mind Taeyong coming over often, but he can’t spend the night. Same goes for Doyoung," she said, directing her last statement towards Em. "So if you want to get it on, then try to do it when I’m not home, because I do not want to hear what you two are doing in there.”

You were taking a sip from your lemonade and began to choke on the liquid going down your throat after Drew’s statement. How did she know about you and Taeyong?! Did he tell her?! You didn’t know they were that close! 

Em’s hand stopped halfway when bringing her fork to her mouth. When she took in how you reacted to what Drew said, she placed her fork back down onto her plate and looked at you like you had just committed a heinous crime. “Taeyong?!”

“Emmy~,” you sang her nickname to try and stop her from freaking out.

“You weren’t even going to tell me?!”

“I wanted to tell you in person, so I waited until we moved in!”

“But you told Drew before you told me?!”

“Taeyong must have told her! I swear I was going to tell you tonight!”

“Whoops, I thought Em knew already,” said Drew. “My bad.” She didn’t sound very apologetic. She was actually amused by the situation. "Taeyong didn't really tell me. I figured it out on my own and then he told me not to tell anyone."

"That's because he's afraid Johnny will kick his ass if he finds out." And also because he was LongFlight and because his parents would hate knowing he had anything to do with someone like you. Well...he never officially said that last part but still. Dang...

Drew made a face. "What? Why?"

"He's over protective."

"Is he your step brother or something?" Drew assumed since you and Johnny didn't seem related to each other.

"He's my cousin, actually," Em chimed in. "I'm adopted." She added since she also didn't seem related to Johnny.

"Me, Em, Johnny, and Jaehyun all grew up together. And Johnny treats us like we're his vulnerable little sisters," you added. 

"Gotcha," Drew nodded and took another sip of her water.

“But Taeyong? How? Since when? Is it serious?” Em questioned you, trying to put together all the details.

“I just wanted someone to hang out with while you guys were gone, and one thing led to another,” you explained. “and of course it's not serious. We’re both just having fun before the semester starts.”

“Wow, I can’t--I didn’t suspect him at all. I expected you to hook up with Yuta before anyone else in that house.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” you said around your straw with an eye roll. If it weren’t for Johnny, you and Yuta would have been the bestest of fuck friends by now. Yuta could hold his own against Johnny anyday, so you didn’t know why Taeyong was the one to step up when Johnny could easily break him in half. And it wasn’t like you weren’t Yuta’s type. He didn’t really have a type to begin with and he got around just as much as you did. It made perfect sense for you to be sneaking around with Yuta instead. 

“Did this start before or after you met LongFlight?” asked Em. You suppressed the need to laugh at her question.

“It started because I accidentally sent Taeyong a sext that was meant for LongFlight.” Of course, you then later found out that Taeyong himself was LongFlight, but you were still debating on whether or not you should share that secret with your best friend as well. It was Taeyong’s secret, though, so you most likely weren’t going to tell Em anything about it.

“You idiot,” Em scolded. “But it worked out I guess. Now you have Taeyong and LongFlight.”

“You're saying that like you're not with somebody, too. You and Doyoung made it official, right?”

Em's cheeks flushed as she became shy. You and Yuta had helped set Em and his friend Doyoung up together last Spring, and they had been seeing each other ever since. "Yeah, we did."

“What’s a LongFlight?” Drew asked about the weird name you and Em were throwing around.

“He’s a musician that wears a mask who she immediately banged while not knowing what his face looked like,” Em explained.

“Oh, gee, thanks. You make me sound so dignified,” you said sarcastically. 

“Seriously?” Drew was taken aback. “How do you even put yourself in the right headspace to do that?”

“With alcohol,” you deadpanned.

“And she still doesn’t know what he looks like,” Em added.

“Seriously?” Drew was flabbergasted.

“I know what he looks like now,” you defended yourself.

“You do?!” Em exclaimed. “Were you waiting to tell me that later, too?!”

“I’m sworn to secrecy! He really wants to keep his identity hidden.”

“What is he, a criminal?” Drew asked skeptically.

“I wish his reason to hide his face was that cool, but no. He’s not.”

“Yeah but is he pretty? Scruffy? Ugly? Give us the details, girl!” Em shook you by your shoulder in her excitement.

You laughed. “He’s absolutely beautiful!”

“You're so irritating,” Em said as she slouched down in her seat. "Just get an actual boyfriend already."

“Meh. I love being single right now, actually."

“I second that,” Drew said, holding up her glass of water.

“Yeah! Because we can sleep with whoever we want with no strings attached,” you said proudly.

“Ehhh, that’s not what I'm talking about," Drew said, pointing at herself. “But do you, or whatever.”

“To being single!” you cheered and the two of you clinked your glasses together in a toast.

A few days had passed since you and Em had become official residents at Drew’s house. You loved your new place, you truly did. But you still found yourself hanging around the frat house since that was where the majority of your friends were. Em would go with you to visit and hangout with the guys, too. But she was mainly there to pose as a distraction for Johnny and Jaehyun so you could slip unnoticed into Teayong’s room to have some fun. It was so exhilarating. There was something about sneaking around with Taeyong right under your friend’s noses that turned you on. First it was anonymous sex and now it was stealthy sex? You didn’t know what it was about Taeyong that made you want to misbehave, but dammit you sure did like the rush it gave you.

One afternoon you went to the frat house by yourself but Taeyong wasn’t there. You texted him, asking where he was and when he would get back, however he didn’t respond which meant he was busy. You didn’t really want to wait around for him to come back, but you were bored. And since you were already at the frat house, you decided to see what some of the other guys were doing. After looking for quite some time, you found Johnny, Yuta and Taeil sitting on the back patio passing a container of delicious looking brownies back and forth. Apparently, cookies weren't the only thing Mrs. Jung had baked for her son and his friends. 

“Don’t you have a house now? Why are you still here everyday?” Yuta asked as he took a brownie out of the container being held by Taeil.

You scrunched up your nose as you walked over to him, sat on his lap, and then wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t stand being away from you for more than 24 hours,” you sassed him.

“I’m not the one that you can’t stand to be away from--OW! OW, GET OFF ME!” You had hugged him tightly on purpose, pressing against his neck and bending it into an uncomfortable position. You released your hold on him and took a bite out of the brownie between his fingers.

“Are you sure nothing happened between the two of you while I was gone?” Johnny asked Yuta with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure I don’t have to bash in your kneecaps?”

“Dude, the only thing that happened was her being my absolute nightmare.”

After spending a decent amount of time chatting with the guys and eating two brownies, your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You tried to take it out while still sitting on Yuta’s lap, but he started complaining about you moving on him so you ended up standing to get your phone out. You had received a text from Taeyong who completely ignored answering the questions you had sent him earlier and asked you where you were. You told him you were in the back with the guys and waited for him to respond, but like before he didn’t answer. You didn’t have much time to think about how weird Taeyong was being because not even two minutes later he came running up to the screen door, almost slamming into it as he tried to slide it open. All eyes were on him as he rushed out onto the patio and grabbed you by the arm without saying a single word and pulled you back into the house, sliding the screen door shut behind you.

“Bruh,” Taeil said wide eyed as the three of them watched Taeyong talk to you animatedly on the other side of the screen door.

“What the hell is that all about?” Johnny asked just as wide eyed.

Yuta chuckled and leaned over in his seat to pat Johnny on his shoulder. “You never should have left her here alone, Johnny boy. You’ve been replaced.”

“Y’know she told me that, but I didn’t think she was serious.”

“You jealous?” Taeil asked as he leaned over so he could attempt to read Taeyong’s lips.

“Hell no. I’m irreplaceable.”

If Taeyong would have pulled you into the house any harder, you would have gotten whiplash. When he let go of you to close the door, you had to catch yourself against the serving counter to regain your balance. But you didn’t get to rest for five seconds before Taeyong was spinning you around by your shoulders to face him again. He was beaming a smile at you so bright and exaggerated, you instantly started giggling. 

“Guess what, guess what,” Taeyong asked you excitedly.

“You won a million dollars?” you said through your laughter.

“No, even better!”

You gasped. “Two million?!”

“No, it’s not money, shush! I just got off the phone with one of the coordinators for City Lights!"

Your eyes went wide and your mouth fell open in disbelief. “Nuh uh.” City Lights was one of the most talked about and highly anticipated music festivals in your region. Performing there would mean a huge amount of publicity for LongFlight.

“Some performers backed out on performing. And since the coordinator is friends with Ten, she asked him if he would perform--”

“Ohmigosh, ohmigosh--”

“--and he suggested that I fill in for one of the other spots that’s open!”

“Taeyong!”

“I said I’d do it even though it’s such short notice!”

“This is amazing!” you squealed, bouncing up and down.

He began bouncing with you, too. “I know!”

From outside the screen door, Johnny, Yuta, and Taeil watched the two of you jumping around like school girls as if you were both crazy people.

“We can get one other person a VVIP pass,” Taeyong informed you in his glee.

“Me, me, me!” you said, raising your arms in the air, still bouncing.

“Well, duh!” he said, then wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

Your arms automatically went around his neck to hug him back. You naturally closed your eyes when you hugged him, and when you reopened them you saw the three guys outside staring right at you. “Oh, shit, let go! Johnny is looking,” you rushed out the words, and Taeyong let go of you to immediately turn around and see Johnny staring right at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh, no. I'm about to lose my arms, aren't I?” he whimpered.

“Nah, he’ll understand. So when’s the festival?”

“Next weekend,” he answered, turning back to you.

“What! Why so soon?!”

“I said it was short notice!”

“I can’t go!”

Taeyong looked devastated. “What? Why?”

“I promised Emmy that I’d go to a one time only art exhibit with her next weekend.”

“Can’t she do that with Doyoung?”

“Taeyong,” you deadpanned his name as if he knew better than to say that. Em was your best friend and you would never bail on her for anything.

“Fuck. I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I just really wanted you to be there with me, too.”

Aw, he looked so disappointed. Other than Ten, you were the only other person that knew his secret and could share his excitement. His little pout was so cute that your insides went to mush and you had the urge to kiss it right off his face. But you held yourself back because Johnny and the others were still very much peering at you through the glass doors and you didn’t want Taeyong to get his brain rattled a week before he had to perform. You went back outside after you were done talking and lied to the others about what they had just seen between you and Taeyong. You told them that Ten could get you into the festival as an influencer but you turned him down because of your plans with Em. Taeil and Johnny believed you easily, but Yuta was snickering to himself since he knew Taeyong's secret.

Days passed and it was already the weekend of the festival before you knew it. Taeyong had left early Friday morning and wouldn’t be back until Sunday night. On Saturday, you had a bunch of free time after going to the art exhibit with Em. Having put three additional espresso shots in your coffee earlier to have enough energy to walk around the exhibit, you were restless and needed something to do. Em didn’t want to deal with you being tweaked out on caffeine for the rest of the day and left you to your own devices. 

Since your bedroom was finally set up and decorated how you wanted it, you decided it was time to film your first video in your new space. You had a few options available for what to make a video about. A little while ago you sent out a poll with some video ideas that your followers voted on. One of the topics that had gotten a lot of votes was about sex, particularly what you thought was a turn off while having it. That was going to be easy to talk about. You thought of like, three things by just reading the topic. You grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down about seven things you could think of off the top of your head and a few notes for you to expand on for each one. After you did that, it took you a couple of minutes to set up your camera and get the lighting right, but once that was done it was smooth sailing from there. 

Once you were done filming, you went straight ahead to editing. You stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to finish it; rarely taking breaks to relax your eyes and prevent a headache from forming. You knew you were going to hate yourself later for not sleeping, especially for a video that was probably going to get demonetized, but you blamed it on the coffee you drank and kept going until you were done. Satisfied with your final product, you scheduled the video to go live at noon and then collapsed onto your bed. Fighting sleep, you tweeted about how you stayed up all night making a video and told your followers it would be uploaded later that day. You would post something on Instagram and Tiktok about it, too, but that was for later since your caffeine high was wearing off and you could barely keep your eyes open. But before you shut them completely, you checked your DMs. You had one from LongFlight--or Taeyong, rather. It was a post from earlier in the night that he had uploaded to his story. You were so caught up in making your video and hadn’t looked at anything on your phone until now. In the picture that he sent you, he was wearing his mask (of course) and posing with Ten backstage. The two of them were exaggeratingly gesturing towards the space between them with the caption ‘Wish You Were Here’ in the empty space. To either of their fanbases, this picture was simply a promotion for one of the songs they made together, but you knew it was a message specifically aimed at you. Your friends were so sweet to still include you like that! You were a little bummed that you didn’t go, but you did have fun with Em, too. Oh, well. There was always next year. And you were more than sure one of them was going to perform at other music festivals.

By the time Taeyong returned Sunday afternoon, you were just waking up. You wanted to go over to the frat house to see him so he could tell you everything that happened at the festival, but he was too exhausted from the weekend and ended up sleeping all the rest of the day, so the two of you decided to catch up later. But 'later' wasn't for a while. Taeyong's summer session was about to end, so he had to focus on his finals you had unintentionally distracted him from preparing for before he left for the festival. You wanted him to pass his classes, so you decided not to visit him until he was done, no matter how many times he asked you to come over because he was ‘taking a break’. He hadn’t seen you since the Friday he left for the festival. That was two days from the weekend plus two more days of him studying and typing up a research paper. That was four days since he last saw your face. 

He couldn’t deny it. Since the first night after you moved into your new place he kind of missed you being around. He kind of missed you alot. A little too much, actually. He had gotten used to hanging out with you almost everyday and you had become sort of a constant in his daily life. Your presence wasn't a distraction. He needed you there so he could focus and not be distracted thinking about whether you missed him, too. Dammit, he couldn't study anymore. His test was the next day and he didn’t think he could shove anymore new information into his brain in the few hours he had left until he went to bed. He actually did need to take a break this time, and since you refused to grace him with your presence, he was just going to have to see you some other way.

He went to Youtube and typed the name of your channel into the search bar. Your most popular uploads filled the screen as well as some of your more recent content. He didn’t necessarily care to watch anything from a long time ago since you wouldn’t look exactly the same as you did now, however he was curious about how you colored your hair green. But you had mentioned that you were going to touch up your hair before the semester started, so he would just watch you dye it then. He scanned the search results until his eyes landed on something that was uploaded two days ago. Great. He was happy he was able to find something that was recently uploaded, but the smile on his face immediately fell when he read the video's title, and his brows furrowed with unease after reading the caption in the thumbnail: 7 Things That Are A Huge Turn Off - Don’t Do These Things In Bed.

The next day you practically skipped to the frat house. You were finally able to see Taeyong after his finals and the two of you were going to celebrate him passing his summer classes. You didn’t exactly know what the two of you were going to do to celebrate, but you definitely knew what you two were going to do afterwards. Or before. Or both. Or maybe not at all. You were just happy to spend time with him after not seeing him for almost a week.

You stopped skipping once you officially registered what your brain had said. You were just happy to spend time with him? It sounded normal enough. You loved spending time with all your friends, whether together as a group or one on one. But why did it feel like that sentence had a different meaning when you said it about Taeyong? It was because of the sex, right? He was currently your only source for that, so of course you wanted to see him. But your brain had just said it didn’t matter if you had sex or not. Being next to him was all you needed. 

You didn’t like that. You didn’t like what your thoughts were insinuating. You didn’t like the way your chest swelled after opening the door to his room and seeing him simply sitting at his study desk. You didn’t like the fact that the mere sight of him could make such a huge smile spread across your face. And you didn’t like the way you felt when you saw he didn’t look nearly as happy as you were to see him.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a bit less mirth than you had originally intended.

“Hey,” he said, just as lackluster as his expression. Something was wrong.

You walked the rest of the way into the room, closing the door behind you. He turned in his chair to face you as you walked over to him and allowed you to stand between his legs as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he said, looking up at you with no other movement. No hand on your hip. No brush of his fingers against your arms. He was normally very touchy feely with you, so this unnerved you to your core.

“Did you fail your exam?” Surely he had gotten some bad news.

“Nope. I passed with flying colors.”

“Then what’s the matter? Why are you acting weird?” You squeezed his shoulders and rubbed your hands on them in a comforting gesture, but you stopped when you thought you heard him...was that a scoff?

“So I’m acting weird now and I act weird in bed?”

….the fuck?

Your face scrunched up in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?” Where was he coming from with this? He of all people should know how good of a lay he was.

His eyes narrowed at you slightly. “Seven things you hate during sex?”

It took you a second to realize he was referring to your most recent video you uploaded since the title he said was a misconstrued version of what it actually was, which you also didn’t take too kindly. “Are you serious right now?” You pulled your hands away from his shoulders and took a step back. “I thought you didn’t watch my videos?”

“That’s not the problem.” He stood up out of his chair and crossed his arms in front of you. “If you had something to say, why didn’t you say it to my face instead of to the entire world.”

“That video wasn’t about you, dumbass.” Did he actually think you would make an entire video dedicated to him sucking in bed?

“Yeah right. Half the things you said I’ve done with you.”

“It wasn’t about you!”

“Then who? How many other guys are you fucking right now?”

“Just you. But that’s none of your business even if I was.”

“Is it none of my business or do you just not want to tell me?”

“Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know. For the same reason you lied about that video not being about me when I’m, so say, the only one you’ve been with.”

“Do you honestly believe that you’re the only guy I’ve ever slept with?”

He scoffed again with a laugh. “We all know that’s not true.”

Your eyes narrowed at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Do I have to say it?”

You couldn’t believe you were having this conversation with Taeyong of all people. He was one of the sweetest and down to earth guys you knew, so why was he being so butthurt over a stupid video that wasn’t even about him? Why was he so offended by the things you said in front of the camera? Yeah, he did do some of the things you listed sometimes, but you didn’t care whenever he did it. Sex with him was so good you were able to overlook a lot of things that you normally didn’t like--if you even noticed them in the first place. And if he actually did watch the entire video, then he would know that you said you didn’t like certain things depending on who the person is or how they did them. He was one of the few people that did them well!

“Wow,” you started sarcastically. “And here I thought you weren’t actually an asshole. But joke’s on me, right? You’re just like everyone else.”

“I’m not the asshole that makes videos at someone else’s expense.”

“Fuck you, Taeyong. Fuck you and fuck this. Fuck everything.”

You turned away from him and stormed out of his bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind you. You stomped down the stairs, causing a few heads to appear around corners to see what all the commotion was about. When you got to the bottom, you rushed past Kun who quickly dodged you by pressing himself against the banister and holding his arms in the air, and Jeno who clumsily tried to keep his pan of pizza rolls from falling to the ground. Jaehyun, on the other hand, wasn’t as lucky and tried to stop you out of concern, but you forcefully pushed him out of your way as you headed for the front door. He called out your name and of course you didn’t answer. You would apologise to him later because right now all you wanted to do was get away from that stupid frat house and go home.

To say you were upset was an understatement. You were mad, confused, and even a little sad. Sad? Why were you sad? Because you had just ended it with Taeyong? But there wasn't really anything to end. The arrangement you two had was going to inevitably end anyway. It was just annoying that it happened sooner rather than later. And it ended on a sour note. You at least wanted to still be friends after you stopped sleeping together. Now you couldn’t spend time with him anymore, and that was what made you sad. You felt like you were losing something more than just a friend with benefits.

Why did you feel like you wanted to cry?

No. You wouldn’t allow yourself to do that over a guy you weren’t even dating. This was exactly why you didn’t want to be in a relationship. Feelings were too fragile of a thing to let someone else hold them in their hands. You could barely handle the small fragments you accidently let develop for Taeyong. The queen of dodging other people’s feelings couldn't even keep her own under control. You had to laugh at yourself.

Em immediately visited your room for a talk when she arrived home. Jaehyun had texted her regarding your less than graceful departure from the frat house, so she wanted to check on you. You lied and told her that you were pissed about a brand deal falling through. You didn’t want to talk to her about it because you didn’t want to admit that you got caught up in your fling with Taeyong--and you didn’t want to hear her say ‘I told you so’. She had always warned that you were going to mess around with the wrong person and get your feelings hurt one day. It had just happened with Taeyong and you still didn’t want to believe her.

Since then, you tried to partake in your normal everyday routines, but everything still felt off. You were just so irritated. You were irritated by the fact that it had been one whole day and Taeyong still hadn’t apologized. Yeah, you had told him to go fuck himself, but you still sort of expected him to reach out to you or something. Was he waiting for you to message him first? You definitely weren’t going to do that considering you didn’t do anything wrong. He was the one who let a video that wasn’t even about him bruise his stupid ego. 

Speaking of that video, you hadn’t checked to see how well it was doing since you uploaded it. You went to check the statistics and was pretty pleased with the numbers you saw, but you knew it could be more than that. You went to check how your posts about it on your other social media accounts fared, when you realized you had forgotten to post about it on Instagram. Most of your traffic came from your Instagram followers so it was no wonder the views weren’t as high as they could have been by now.

Before you even started thinking about what to post, your brain told you to check your followers list. You began to type the name of a handle in the search bar and quickly confirmed that LongFlight was still one of your followers. This was surprising as you figured he would have clicked the unfollow button after his dumb meltdown. Suddenly, feeling a wave of excitement rush through your body,  you smiled to yourself and let out a fairly impish snicker. 

Operation Petty: Activated.

You hopped off your bed and went over to your vanity to quickly apply a thick layer of the shiniest lip gloss you owned onto your lips. Two obnoxiously loud lip smacks later, you opened the camera on your phone and posed while biting your finger for a seductive selfie. You cropped the picture so only your finger in your mouth was the main focus, then posted it to your Instagram with the caption: ‘Bite me. Oh wait. I don’t like that. Link to video in bio.’ Since he already thought your video was about him, you knew for a fact that he was going to think the same thing about this post. Except this time, it actually was about him. Now all you had to do was wait for him to stumble across it.

Only the heavens knew how many times you had refreshed your feed to see if he reacted in any way. There wasn’t a like or a comment. Nothing! You knew he had gotten on the app that day because the stupid little green icon was next to his name! You couldn’t believe how worked up you were getting over someone blatantly ignoring you! This whole situation was stupid!

Now you were forcibly back in your feelings. Translation: You were definitely going to post something dumb on Twitter out of anger. But before you typed anything, you decided to refresh your feed. And right there at the top was a tweet by LongFlight.

LongFlight: if you don’t like something someone does, there’s a high chance they don’t like something you do either

And he took it personally.

Was he serious with that? What the hell didn’t he like that you did? Because you were almost certain that he didn’t have a problem with anything that you did in bed with him. And you could find a dumpster’s worth of full condoms to prove it. How dare he just straight up lie like that! You needed to put him in his place.

Your tweet: it’s funny how some people think everything is about them, like nobody was talking about you tf? don’t come at me because you’re insecure lol

After you posted your tweet, you went to his profile and turned on notifications for when he posts so you’d know when he responded to you. You knew you were being ridiculous and you felt really silly going through all this trouble to fight with him through subtweets. After a few minutes of thinking about how dumb the both of you were being, you reopened the app to turn off the notifications, but you stopped when your phone alerted you that he posted a new tweet. 

LongFlight: at least i don’t hide behind my phone screen when shit happens

What the--he literally hid behind a mask every single day because he was too afraid of his parents! You had half a mind to dox his hypocritical ass right then, but of course you wouldn’t. This petty argument you were having with him wasn’t worth ruining his life over. But that still didn’t stop you from being mad.

For the next two days, the two of you kept making passes at each other on the internet without directly saying each other’s names. Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, nowhere was safe from you throwing shade at one another. People from both of your followings started to put the pieces together, especially your friends who easily figured out what the hell was going on between you and LongFlight. If they didn’t think the video was about him before, they definitely thought it was about him now. It was incredible how he made something that was originally about no one in particular become something that was all about him. Were his feelings actually hurt or was he just a narcissist? 

On the last night of your shade war, you posted a video on TikTok where you were trying a hack for getting sticky substances out of your hair. The sticky substance you chose for this demonstration was coconut water, specifically because a lot of people thought it looked and tasted like cum. Taeyong being one of those people. In the video you expressed your disdain for the beverage (lie), and said that no one actually drinks it because they like it and absolutely no one would want to have it put in their hair. 

He took the bait, of course, and this time he boldly commented on your TikTok:

LongFlight: if you don’t like it then why do you keep putting it in your mouth 🤔

Your comments exploded. Anybody who was familiar with your content knew that comment wasn’t actually about coconut water. Heck, anybody over a certain age knew what that comment was about. Even more so since you and LongFlight had been going at it for a few days ever since the things you didn’t like during sex video. And especially since there were already dating rumors about the two of you because of what happened with Yuta at the club that one time. Now they all were speculating that the two of you broke up because you didn’t like the sex, which was only further perpetuated by his comment not so covertly slut shaming you on the internet. 

It could have been worse. He could have said something way worse than that, but he didn’t and this situation was easy to diffuse. You, being known as Ms. Sexy, Free and Single, weren’t ashamed to acknowledge your promiscuity and you sure as hell weren’t ashamed to show it. You simply replied to his comment and said that coconut water is good for the skin--which it is. The actual drink itself and the metaphorical one. Ha! He thought he had you with that one!

Feeling a little bit triumphant, you decided to reward yourself with a nice hot shower--especially since the hack didn’t work and your hair was still sticky and smelled like whatever you were told to put in it. It was getting to be pretty late anyway and you needed to try and get yourself onto a decent sleeping schedule before the semester started in two weeks. After showering and blow drying your hair, you went to the kitchen to grab a night time snack before stopping by Em’s room to fill her in on the stupidity that just ensued on TikTok. While you were sitting in her desk chair eating your snack, your phone buzzed next to you on the desk. You rolled your eyes after seeing it was a tweet from LongFlight (yes, you still had the notifications on), and unlocked your phone to read the full thing.

LongFlight: have you ever considered dropping everything and solely doing Only Fans for a living? asking for a friend

What the hell? Asking for a friend? Was he asking you? Were you the friend? Either way you took it as him saying something derogatory towards you--which it was--and that pissed you the fuck off.

You had suddenly gone silent, and Em watched you as if you were a out of your mind while you opened your phone's camera and took a picture of yourself posing with your middle finger up and your tongue hanging out. You then typed out ‘Fuck you. You know who you are’ on the screen before tweeting it and the picture without a second thought. You slammed your phone back down onto the desk and folded your arms across your chest.

“What did you just do?” Em asked, more than concerned about what she just witnessed. She was also pretty sure you had just done something really stupid.

“I’m so done with guys,” you declared.

Em rolled her eyes and went back to looking at her own phone. “Like you’ve never said that before.”

You clicked your tongue behind your teeth, “Well, I’m done with assholes, then.”

“Again, heard it before.”

“Emmy, you’re not helping!”

“What do you want me to do? I told you to be careful with LongFlight from the beginning. Did you listen? No! So now you have to clean up the mess you got yourself into.” You hated when she was right.

“Ugh!” You threw your arms in the air and then slid your body down in the chair. “Why can’t I ever just hook up with normal people?”

Em looked up at the ceiling as she pondered your question to answer you seriously, but then she suddenly remembered something. “Taeyong is pretty normal. What happened to that?” The only answer she received from you was your face scrunching up into a sour frown. “Okay, nevermind,” she said, dropping the subject.

“You’re not going to ask me why?”

“You’re just going to tell me he’s an asshole.”

“That’s because he is--” Your sentence was cut off by the sound of your phone vibrating on the desk, and you swiftly snatched it up to read Taeyong’s response. 

He had quote-tweeted your picture with the caption ‘Stop hiding behind your screen and come say that to my face. Actions speak louder than words.’

Em thought she could see steam coming out of your ears.

This was a direct attack. He had just confirmed everybody’s suspicions by responding to you openly. He had confirmed the two of you had some kind of relationship but now you were fighting. So now there was going to be even more attention being brought to the situation than there was before. You were going to end up on one of those drama YouTube channels for sure this time. The two of you hadn’t made it there before since it was pretty obvious what had occurred when LongFlight had taken you from Yuta and brought you backstage. But now there was enough evidence to piece together to make an entire discourse about you two.

Without a word you angrily got up from Em’s desk chair and started to make your way out of her room. “What are you about to do now?” she asked urgently.

“I have a score to settle.”

“Right now? It’s so late,” your best friend blubbered as she tried to stop you. She stumbled out of her bed and followed you into your room down the hall. “You said you were done with guys!”

“I will be after I go over there,” you said while sliding your feet into a pair of flip flops.

“But where, though?!”

“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry.” You shoved your phone into the pocket of your pajama shorts and made your way to the house alarm’s keypad next to the front door to turn it off. 

“But--” Without another word, you opened the door and exited the house. Em stepped out behind you and watched confusedly as you marched past your car in the driveway and went towards the direction of the frat house. 

When you arrived at the front door of the frat house, you stabbed Jaehyun’s ID number into the keypad on the lock then swung the door open as soon as you heard it mechanically unlock. You walked past Taeil, Yuta, and Winwin. The three of them were hanging out on the couches in the living room watching some action movie where it was necessary for some girl to be fighting off bad guys in only her underwear. The sight of them watching that garbage just made you angrier, so when Yuta tried to ask you what the heck you were doing there so late, you told him to fuck off.

To keep everything secret, you had always entered Taeyong’s room exclusively through the connected bathroom while you were staying in the frat house, so once you ascended the stairs, you opened the door to Jaehyun’s room by habit. Jaehyun was resting peacefully in his bed, having just fallen into a light sleep roughly five minutes ago, until you barged into his room and scared him half to death. He popped up in his bed with a yelp, thinking he was being attacked, only to see you charging towards his bathroom and going through to the other side. “What the actual fuck?!” he said after you in his stupor. But you weren’t able to hear him now that you were face to face with the young man who had managed to wedge himself deep under your skin.

You had gone there to finally tell him off, but as soon as you locked eyes with Taeyong, you urgently needed to fuck him senselessly.

No! No matter how much heat just shot up into your face, you were not going to give him the satisfaction! If you gave in first, you would lose, and everything that transpired over the past few days would be for nothing and become a huge embarrassment you would be forced to remember--not that it wasn’t already embarrassing enough.

Taeyong was laying in his bed with one arm resting behind his head and the other holding up his phone. Without exchanging any words, you walked over from the doorway to stand in front of him before rearing your hand back and then slapping his phone out of his hand. Instead of trying to catch his phone before it went thudding to the floor, he swiftly sat up and grabbed the wrist of the hand you used to knock it down. The warmth of his palm felt like fire on your skin and you refused to let this single touch of his hand melt your insides. With a grunt you pushed him back so he would let go of you, but instead of releasing his grip, he pulled you down with him as he fell back to resume laying down in the bed. Your upper body landed on top of his, and the second your torsos met, you lost control of your body.

You slammed your lip against his as a start to a rough and hungry kiss. You hated to admit it but you were absolutely starved of him. You couldn’t deny the fact that you lowkey had withdrawals from not being able to get a taste of him for the past few days. And the stupid argument you were having with him only made you want to see him more. Was this his whole plan to get you to break first? Did he know you were going to break first? Did you stupidly walk right into his trap? He may have gotten you to give in this time, but you weren't going to go down without a fight.

“Hey, you guys?” Jaehyun had gotten out of his bed to see what the hell was going on and called out to the both of you through the bathroom doorway. If either of you heard him, you both ignored him as you were too busy having an intense sword fight with your tongues. “You guys! HEY!” Poor Jaehyun. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to rip you off of his frat brother and demand an explanation? Was there any need for an explanation? Jaehyun could clearly see what was going on between the two of you, but he wanted to know why it was happening, and why he had to be woken up out of his sleep for it to happen. He didn’t have much more time to think about what to do next because you and Taeyong had decided for him when you crawled the rest of your body into the bed to straddle Taeyong’s hips, and when Taeyong shoved his hands inside your shorts to tightly squeeze your ass. Absolutely repelled by the sound of your throaty moan bouncing off his eardrums, Jaehyun instantly shut the door to the bathroom and quickly retreated to his bedroom. A faint “You two are disgusting! I'm out of here,” could be heard through the walls.

“Looks like you missed me,” Taeyong said into your mouth when he finally decided to speak. It was the only thing he had said to you so far and it was already enough to make your hips involuntarily press your center against his. You could feel his hardening shaft through your thin layers of clothing, even more so since you weren’t wearing any underwear beneath your pajama shorts. 

“You’re the one who begged me to come over here,” you said defiantly after letting out a short gasp from the contact. 

You felt him smirk against your lips. “We’ll see who’ll be begging who in a minute.”

You pulled back and looked at him with a smirk of your own. “Aww, just one minute? You know I hate it when you finish too early.”

With almost a snarl, he removed his hands from your shorts before grabbing you by the waist and flipping you onto the bed. Now you were the one on your back while he rested between your legs and hovered above you. He began kissing you at your jaw, trailing his way down slowly until he reached your collar bone. You could tell by the way he was intently tracing his tongue against every curve of your neck that he was just as pent up as you were over the last few days of not seeing each other. After his initial blow up, he was actually going to go to your house and apologize the next day once he cooled his head and realized how much of an idiot he was being. But he saw your Instagram post before he could do any of that and had gotten more into his feelings than he already was before--his feelings that he didn't acknowledge he had until it was too late.

Saying he missed you was an understatement. It made him absolutely ravenous to be away from you for so long, and he wanted more than anything to spread you wide and get a taste of what he had been missing for all that time. But he didn't want to just barge in straight for the main course. He wanted to savor every bit of you in that moment. He wanted to bask in the sounds of your soft moans as he licked and sucked his way across your skin to your chest. He wanted to revel in the feeling of your fingers fervently gliding up and down his sides beneath his shirt. He wanted to enjoy looking at the way your back arched away from the bed when he brushed his thumbs across your nipples standing at attention beneath your tank top. And most of all, he wanted to teach you a lesson.

"Off," Taeyong commanded in reference to the aforementioned tank top. He pushed up from the bottom and helped you with pulling it over your head. He threw the obstructing article of clothing to the floor before resuming his position at your chest and wrapping his mouth around one of your breasts without wasting a second. You hummed in delight at the sensations of his tongue swirling around your nipple and his teeth grazing lightly against your skin. You began to squirm when one of his hands grabbed onto your other breast, kneading it and pinching your nipple between his fingers. 

The heat pooling at your center was intensifying as it throbbed and became that ever familiar aching need you knew he could satisfy. You were becoming increasingly impatient while he took his time meticulously tending to your breasts. He was actually taking too long. You needed him to touch you now or you were going to go insane. Couldn't he tell you were ready by how heavy your breathing had become? Oh, he could tell. He knew you wanted to be touched, but this was all a part of his plan. Remember when he said you were going to be the one begging? He meant it. Because one of the seven things you said you didn't like in your video was when your partner spends too much time on the foreplay. Taeyong was making you suffer untouched on purpose. 

He was still positioned between your legs so you weren't able to close them to relieve some of the pressure between them, and whenever you tried to press your hips up against him he would move his own back just barely out of reach. You were about to lose it and a whine escaped your throat against your will. You heard and felt him laugh against your chest, his breath hot against your skin. He finally freed your breast from the confines of his mouth to taunt you. "What's the matter? Is there something you want from me?" You wanted him to shut up and fuck you, but you weren't about to give him what he wanted by begging for it.

You hummed in indignation, "Hm. PThere's nothing I need from you that I can't do for myself." You took one of your own hands and snaked it down your torso, but before you could get any of your fingers beneath the band of your shorts, Taeyong swiftly grabbed both of your wrists and pinned your arms beside your head. Of course he wasn't going to let you touch yourself, but you didn't regret trying. You got to look into Taeyong's face as he took control of your body. You peered into his dark, domineering eyes and immediately felt yourself beginning to surrender. Now you wanted him to kiss you. You wanted him to kiss you, touch you, fuck you, you didn't care what he did to you. You just wanted him to make you cum so hard you almost black out.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," he said low in your ear. He then proceeded to drag his lips up the side of your ear before lightly biting the top of it, toying with the earring you wore there with his tongue.

"Taeyong," you managed to say his name without sounding submissive. He replied with a hum against your ear, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. "Do something or I'll go home."

"No you won't." You wouldn't. 

"Taeyong," you whimpered despite your attempts to be defiant. 

"Just tell me, baby."

"Please, Taeyo--!" You threw your head back and exclaimed loudly in your frustration, but the end of his name was replaced by a sharp gasp. He had lowered his body to be flushed against you, pressing his erection directly onto your clit. He was as hard as a rock. So why was he putting you through this when he himself was about to burst through his boxers?!

With your mouth open wide from the gasp, Taeyong took this opportunity to take his right hand and shove his middle and ring fingers on top of your tongue. You subconsciously wrapped your lips around them, sucking and swirling your tongue against the invasive digits. While you coated his fingers, he moved his hips slowly, grinding himself against you. As you moaned around his fingers, you could feel your center gradually getting tighter as he worked his pelvis. You were relieved to have anything in your mouth at this point and you were thoroughly enjoying the combination of him putting pressure on your tongue and his dick pressing onto your clit, but you still wanted more. You needed more. You needed to get rid of the rest of your barrier of clothing that was preventing you from feeling Taeyong in his entirety. Your shorts weren't serving any purposes except becoming damp from soaking up your arousal and getting on your nerves. And why the hell was Taeyong still wearing a shirt, anyway? You needed to be able to feel his skin against yours.

With your hand that was now free, you moved it to tug the side of his t-shirt upward, making a noise indicating you wanted it gone. "You're so needy," he said with a smirk, then momentarily slipped his fingers out of your mouth to move back to give himself some room to remove clothing. But instead of taking off his shirt, he began tugging your shorts off of your body. You were more than happy to assist him by kicking off the offending garment, and to let the cool air of the room soothe your heated arousal. He spread your legs open wide so your dripping desire for him was on full display. He ran his middle finger lightly up your slit and watched as you damn near convulsed at the feeling. "You need me so fucking bad." It was clearly evident how much you needed him. He didn't even have to put his fingers in your mouth. They would easily slide right into you with how wet you were. And they did. 

You didn't even have a chance to respond to him before he pushed his fingers into you as deep as they could go. With a loud gasp, your back arched completely off the bed and your hands flew down to caress your groin on either side. With his other hand, he pushed back the hood of your clit to fully expose it, and then moved his body back some more so he could position his head between your legs. When his tongue roughly licked against the sensitive ball of nerves, you let out a loud yelp and quickly covered your mouth with one of your hands. The other hand soon joined it as you desperately tried to conceal the lewd sounds he made you produce as he lapped and sucked you while simultaneously pumping and spreading his fingers in you slowly. 

Your hips were bucking restlessly against him. In order to hold you down, he removed his fingers from you and hooked both his arms underneath your thighs to pin them down, which also made your legs spread even more. Now he was fucking you with his tongue, jutting it in and out of you at a speed you didn't even know was possible. "Oh, fuck!" you squealed in immense pleasure. Your hands found their way into Taeyong's hair, no longer capable of following your instructions. But you didn't even care if you were being loud anymore. You were too focused on the voracious way Taeyong was eating you out--like he hadn't had a proper meal in weeks. 

You knew you were pulling his hair too hard when he groaned into you, but the vibrations sent a shockwave through your body and only made you grip the strands tighter. He deserved it anyway. He deserved to be a little uncomfortable after trying to make you beg him. Having your hair pulled too hard was one of the things you said you didn't like in your video. Most people didn't, including him. Besides, you almost ripping his hair out also told him how good of a job he was doing. He had you so close to cumming. You could feel it knotting up in your core and you were clenching your walls together in anticipation. But as soon as you were about to spill over the edge into orgasmic bliss, Taeyong stopped.

With your chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths, you watched in silent horror as he got up from the bed and began taking off his clothes, all while looking at you smugly. After kicking his boxers off, he went to open the drawer of his night stand to retrieve a condom. But in your horny rage, you quickly turned yourself over onto your knees and then grabbed him by his hips to pull him towards you. In that split second you had your hand around the base of his dick and was already guiding him to your mouth. 

He didn't have any time to react before you took him in and began swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. An unexpected moan escaped his throat as his knees buckled at the sudden sensation. Happy with his reaction, you smiled up at him, letting your teeth lightly graze him before reclosing your lips back and engulfing more of him into your mouth. "Fuck," he groaned, grabbing the back of your head at the nape of your neck.

You started sucking him off just as slowly as he had been with you. But you were too impatient to keep going at that pace and sped up your movements sooner rather than later. It wasn’t long before the quick bobbing of your head up and down his manhood had him bucking into your face, his hand holding your head in place as you gagged on his dick as it repeatedly hit the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, wait,” he grunted to you, but you pretended like you didn't hear him, knowing fully what he wanted you to do. Did he actually think he was going to get away with not letting you cum without you getting revenge? “I said wait.” But you were going at it too quickly. He was going to blow any second and you didn't seem like you were going to stop. With the hand on your nape, he roughly grabbed fistfuls of your hair and tried to pull you off him. Your hand flew on top of his as you whined, letting him know what he did just hurt, but you still didn't release his dick. "Get off!" he commanded with another good tug of your hair and a push from his other arm. 

"Then fuck me!" You took your hand from around his shaft and lifted yourself to stand on your knees so you could wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into another hot and sloppy kiss.

Taeyong wrapped his arms around you and leaned forward so the two of you fell back onto the bed with him resuming his position on top of you. The kiss was a mess of lips smashing and tongues colliding. Your hand navigated to the space between your bodies and took his dick into it once more before lining it up to your entrance. "I didn't get the condom," Taeyong reminded you before you went any further. 

"Just pull out. Hurry," you whimpered as you pushed your hips down to allow the head of his dick to go in, making you both hiss in pleasure. "Please, I need you inside me right now."

You voicing how badly you needed him short circuited his brain. He could no longer put up his domineering front because he needed you just as badly as you needed him. He pushed himself the rest of the way inside you, relishing in the feeling of your walls taking him in raw. Your eyes rolled back into your head as he penetrated you, a loud mewl falling from your lips. Fuck, he almost lost it right then. 

He began moving his hips at a medium speed before going in to kiss you again, thrusting into you deep and precisely rubbing himself against your g-spot. He knew exactly what to do to make you come fast, and you deserved to after putting up with his little game of keep 

away. He knew what speed you liked the most, the angle, how hard he needed to thrust. He was going to give it to you. And he was going to make sure it was a big one.

Having already been wound up by him and denied release, you were able to make it back to that tipping point fairly quickly. You could no longer concentrate on kissing him as your breaths became ragged and you could no longer control the motions of your hips. When you broke the kiss, Taeyong moved his lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. You clawed at his back, trying to get a grip on anything as he pushed you towards the finishing line, your mouth falling open as you couldn't suppress the breathy moans that were coming out of it. You felt yourself beginning to unravel as your walls clenched around him, and he knew you were about to break, too. So right before you released, he fucking bit the space between your neck and shoulder. Hard.

You let out a sharp cry, your body spasming as a result of Taeyong going full vampire on your shoulder at the height of your orgasm. He held you close to his body as you shook, and he shushed you for being too loud. Fuck, you wanted to slap him. How was he going to do something like that and expect you to be quiet about it? You wanted to get back at him somehow but your head was spinning, your body was shaking, and you could barely register where you were. Where were you? Hell, who were you? The only thing you could comprehend was that the man who was currently grinding his dick into you had just whispered something in your ear. 

"Hold on for me, baby."

With the velvety tone of his voice bringing you back to reality, you moved your arms and grabbed his head to bring his lips back to yours. While you kissed him deeply, he quickened his pace in order to build himself up to completion, and you to your second. You didn't get to kiss him for long as he broke it to focus on his thrusts, pumping in and out of you hard and fast. You brought your knees higher up to align with your torso, allowing his thrusts to reach deeper parts inside you and his pelvis to hit against your clit. 

Your second climax came in waves that were in time with his thrusts and felt like it would never end. You groaned loudly in intense ecstasy, your toes curling in the air, your nails digging into Taeyong's shoulders for dear life. Your pulse sounded like explosions in your ears as you writhed violently beneath him. You elicited a choked sob with every slap of his pelvis against yours, and squeezed your eyes shut tightly. 

"Taeyong," you pathetically whined his name amongst your whimpers.

"I'm right here. You're doing good, baby." Yes, you were trying to do good for him, but you had ultimately become so sensitive to the sensations that the overstimulation was beginning to affect you. You unconsciously whined his name again and he took his hand to push back the strands of hair that were sticking to the sweat on your forehead. "Look at me," he told you. You did as he wanted, and as you opened your eyes, a single tear slid out of the corner of your left one and rolled down your face. Alarmed and suddenly concerned that he was hurting you, Taeyong slowed down his thrusts to almost a halt. 

"No!" You grabbed his head again and brought him back to you when he tried to lift away. "Don't stop for me. Don't ever stop fucking me."

With his forehead pressed against yours,  Taeyong emitted an animalistic growl from his throat before he resumed his fast thrusts into your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bracing yourself against the overwhelming pleasure inside your core. His thrusts soon became sloppy and out of rhythm, and you felt his dick twitch within your walls. With a string of expletives, he pulled out of you at the last possible second, slamming his fist against the mattress next to your heads as he let out a long guttural groan and his cum spurted out in streams, painting the outside of your entrance. 

He lowered your legs back onto the bed before he collapsed halfway on top of you, both your sticky chests heaving against the other as you tried to catch your breaths. He put his hand on your cheek to turn your face towards him, wiping away one of the several stray tears that had fallen from your eyes with his thumb, silently asking you if you were okay. You reassured him that you were by connecting your lips with his in a soft passionate kiss, that also served as double reassurance for you knowing you were exactly where you wanted to be.

😬🤭 - D

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[teamhappyme]

peonies

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

a/n: happy valentine’s day my friends!!! here is a cute lil Carisi fic that made me feel a lil less blah today. i love and appreciate you all so so much!

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“Liv, I’m gonna bring these witness statements to Carisi before I head out. You need me to drop off anything else?”

“Nope, just those statements for him. And thank you for dropping them off, y/n. I can get home and spend some of the day with Noah.” You saw her put the chocolate heart in her bag, along with the dog stuffed animal she picked up from a vendor earlier today. 

“He’s gonna love that dog.” You commented, and she looked up and smiled. 

“I hope so. And hopefully it will put off the argument for getting a real dog a little longer.”

You laughed, knowing how much every little kid wants a dog. But stuffed animals were always a good second. 

The two of you walked out of the precinct together, both surprised that you were getting out of here while the sun was still out. 

“Tell Noah I said Happy Valentine’s Day. I owe him and the Rollins girls an ice cream date.”

She smiled. “I will. Have a good night, y/n.” 

The walk to the courthouse was cold, and you passed by at least a dozen vendors with Valentine’s day themed food and goodies. You made it almost the whole walk without caving and buying something for yourself, but the cute little puppy on the styrofoam hot chocolate cup was calling your name. 

And of course you bought one for Carisi too.

You made your way through the maze that is the DA’s office, finally making your way into Carisi’s small office. But the ADA in question was nowhere to be found.

You placed the hot chocolate on his desk, smiling as you saw drawings from Jesse and Billie taped to the file cabinet, Jesse’s little ‘Uncle Sonny’ handwriting too cute to handle. He’d only been moved into the office for a few weeks, and it looked like he was finally settled in. You heard the horror stories of having to move out the copy machines, but it all seemed worth it.

He had his degrees hanging on the wall, along with a quote from the declaration of independence, because this man lived and breathed the law. 

You turned to walk back to the chairs, when a picture frame on his desk caught your eye. You’d seen the one of his beautiful goddaughter’s Billie and Jesse, and knew there were a few of the giant Carisi clan scattered around. 

But this one was in a clean black frame, and you had to do a double take to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. 

It was you in the picture frame. 

Actually, it was you and Sonny in the frame, laughing uncontrollably with disco lights in the background. 

You recognized the venue immediately, it was the indoor roller rink from Noah’s fifth birthday party. You hadn’t gone roller skating since you were a kid, and you were extremely apprehensive to get back on the skates. But Sonny convinced you to try again, sticking to your side the entire time.

The picture in question was after you had slipped. You were preparing to meet the floor in a painful thud, instead you felt two arms wrap around you, keeping you close and still on two feet. It was Sonny. 

You didn’t know this picture even existed, otherwise you would’ve gotten your hands on it pretty quick. You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face knowing that Sonny wanted it on his desk, to see your laughing faces everyday.

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up to the doorway, Sonny standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Hey.” You stepped out from behind his desk, pulling the file he needed out of your backpack. “Um, I brought the witness statements for the Carson case. There’s quite a few here, so hopefully you can get some of them to testify.”

He took the file from your hands, placing it on his desk. “Thanks, I’m getting ready to prep with Hannah, so this will be helpful.”

“Good, that’s good.” You said while running a shaky hand through your hair. 

You know he must have seen you looking at the picture of the two of you, and now you didn’t know what to say. He was carrying a bouquet of beautiful flowers on Valentine’s day; clearly he had some plans tonight.

“Those flowers are beautiful, you have a lucky Valentine tonight?” You asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between you. 

He smiled, his turn now to run a hand through his quaffed hair. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. 

“Liv texted me, gave me a warning that you were headed over. I would’ve been here when you got here, but I know you don’t like roses, and it took me four different shops to find pink and white peonies. Thought I was gonna have to fight the guy next to me for ‘em, but he grabbed the tulips instead.” 

He extended the bouquet to you, and gently took the flowers into your own hands. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite flower. When did you even let that comment about roses slip out? 

“Sonny, you didn’t have to get me flowers.” You commented, but couldn’t resist sticking your nose in to smell the fresh flowers.

He smiled, glad that you liked the flowers, while shrugging off his overcoat. “I wanted to. You’re working on Valentine’s day, just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Well this is definitely more than special. No one’s ever bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers before. Not even someone who has a picture of me on their desk.”

You saw his cheeks turn red before he dipped his head toward the floor. “I figured you saw that.”

You placed the flowers down next to your bag, joining him behind his desk. You grabbed the picture as he finally brought his head up to look at you, a smile still resting on your face. 

“I really like this picture. I’m just mad that you kept it to yourself, I would’ve loved to have a copy for my own desk.” 

“I think I could get you a copy. But you’ll have to thank Dodds for the photography skills.” Of course it was Mike Dodds that withheld the image from you. 

“I’ll be sure to send him a text.” You said and placed the image back on his desk. You just now noticed the files piling up on his desk, and spared a glance at your watch; it was only five oclock. He had a long night ahead of him. “Well, I won’t stand in the way of you and your important ADA work.”

“Y/n/n,” He grabbed your hand as you took a step away from him, and you turned to look back at him. “The files can wait ‘til tomorrow. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

You smiled. “Would I like to go to dinner with the only man who’s ever remembered my favorite flower?” He laughed as you gave his hand a squeeze. “I would love to, Sonny.”

You gathered your belongings, making sure there was enough room for you to carry the flowers in your hand. The two of you walked out of the courthouse together, the sun setting over one hogan place as you exited. 

You were halfway down the steps when he stopped, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started rambling about how it would be impossible to find a restaurant on Valentine’s day, how he was an awful planner, and now you’d have to wait in the cold for hours. 

But all you could focus on was the way the sun was hitting him, covering him in an orange glow, his hair slightly fussed by the new york city breeze. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t let him stand there without letting him know.

He continued to ramble as you took a step toward him, complaining that you were going to end up eating hot dogs from a vendor.

“Dominick,” you said, and the sound of his real name leaving your lips got him to shut up. 

You reached up, running a hand through his fussed hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Once you were satisfied with the outcome, you rested a hand on his chest, as his free hand found your waist. He smiled before leaning down, your lips meeting his in an incredibly sweet first kiss. 

You pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to cause a scene on the courthouse steps, and matched the smile that was still on his face.

“How do you feel about pizza for dinner?” He asked, his hand finding your own, linking your fingers together as you resumed walking down the steps. He gave your hand a squeeze, and you couldn’t help but look up and smile at him.

“Pizza and peonies, what more could a girl ask for?”

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[imposterogers]

i was talking to my friend about how it annoys me how busy and packed tfaws is cos i honestly don’t get how they’re gonna wrap up all the 9038493 open plot points in a satisfying way and she was like ‘oh idm though cos i don’t think it’s all *meant* to be wrapped up cos some of its set up for movies etc!

and i’m just. bruh imo “set up for movies” should just be like a random character makes a lil cameo or one seemingly irrelevant point is made that will be brought up later, i feel like it shouldn’t be “we made this whole show but couldn’t be bothered to wrap up/follow through wit the major themes we brought up so instead ur gonna have to wait until hopefully it’s sorted in a movie” what kinda wack ass bs is that 😭😭😭

idk man i’d love to get ur thoughts cos it upsets meeeeee

I’ve had issues w the shows for exactly what you mentioned, like why make it a plot point if the show wasn’t going to touch on it again? why bait the fans just to never give them an substantial update bc it might have something to do with an upcoming film? bc honestly, you can’t trust marvel with continuity. somethings need to be wrapped up within the plot for it to feel satisfying

I realize good stories aren’t supposed to be tied up in a little bow at the end, but it bothers me that some aspects of the shows are meant purely for set up. there’s a difference between debuting characters like Torres and Elijah Bradley who could potentially have bigger roles in the mcu bc theyre comic book characters that contextually make sense within the story, and just inserting characters and plot points to say “guess what MIGHT happen. guess why this happened : hint it’s for the next movie”

imo that’s what end credit scenes are for? they hint at later plots but the major themes and content of a piece of media should be self confined. especially when there’s only six episodes!