#come kiss the cat for the event! lol

[top-shelf-tender]

Husk was oblivious to the mistletoe that Lucifer had hung over the bar, now a prime victim for unexpected smooches.

[iceunhie]

[ 3 + 1 ].

premise. in which entails your daily life being in a relationship with the one and only eccentric wanderer. (alternatively: wanderer's love for you comes in many forms. you welcome them all the same.)

warnings: established relationship, hurt-comfort, slice of life, wanderer is called kuni. jealousy (wanderer), angst. FLUFF fluff fluff. wanhida family goals

a/n: ITS SCARAMOUCHE WANDERER SEASON his event broke me btw [in tears]

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# observation one: unconventionally clingy

early on in your relationship, this side of the wanderer remains quite privy to himself alone. this is because he has a very, very uncanny similarity to an aggressive and guarded cat that hisses when given an ounce of affection.

this does not mean he doesn't like your outlandish and grand displays of affection, though; its actually the opposite. (LOL)

the true crux of the matter lies in his inability to let down his guarded pride to admit that he thinks your affection is his lifeblood. (basically, “ew, affection... do it again”)

he's a menace (affectionate), and if you were one for critiquing that aspect of his character, you wouldn't have been in a relationship with him by now, anyway.

however—there is always a however when it comes to him—this does not mean that wanderer doesn't come across points of anxiousness over the fact that his less than affable personality may be something you will grow sick of one day.

he knows he isn't the best choice of a romantic partner; seriously, what were you even thinking... but when he establishes that you are indeed now an irreplaceable part of his life (which will take a long time, good luck), he clings to you with a fierce desperation underneath all that thorn and bristle.

this is part of his visceral fear of abandonment—you are the one thing that he adores, cares for with his entire being (nahida as a close second), and to watch you slip away from him due to his own misgivings will spell out a death sentence for him.

(so please, treat him gently; cradle his cracked palms and broken psyche, and slowly, emphasis on slowly, but surely, he will learn to return in kind.)

this ‘clinginess’ comes forth in his proximity to you. once he has felt comfortable with your relationship, wanderer is quite unafraid to show how touchy he is in his own way.

whether that is to get groceries in your shared home, following after you like a second shadow when you go to the grand bazaar, or even shooing away people that harass you (tba), the wanderer's gaze and all his efforts are always directed to your will.

(you dubbed this as ‘scary cat boyfriend privilege’—and are rewarded with a painful flick to the forehead. ouch.)

—☆★☆—

“where are you going?” the slender hand that stops you from leaving your comfy bed does little to help your need to fall back into the blissful arms of sleep.

“just going to go get some water, kuni.”

waking up to the sight of the wanderer in all his divine glory certainly isn't one of the things you expected in your life, but you welcome it all the same. leaving a simple kiss to his forehead, you pry your hand away with a gentleness you reserve only for him.

he flushes, a lovely red adorning cheeks, to the span of his neck. oh, how you love seeing him melt.

“you won't take too long?”

he doesn't need to breathe, but he sucks in a breath anyway, face twisting to a deep set frown—your telltale sign that your kunikuzushi had a nightmare.

an unanswered question. you won't leave?

your hand caresses the silky soft strands of his purple hair, that in which wanderer nuzzles into. he doesn't seem keen on telling you, and you respect that. you'd wait for him as long as he'd like.

“of course i will. not going anywhere, silly.”

why would i? you convey in that same gesture. i love you.

the tightness of his face relaxes, his grip on your hand loosening. right—you weren't. (you were not going to abandon him.)

“hurry up and come back, then. it's far too early.” his voice is still thick with sleep, though that doesn't temper his signature sass at all.

i love you too. goes unsaid.

your grin sharpens, teasing. “aww, don't miss me too much, okay?”

anddd there's the signature scowl. “...never mind, don't come back.”

“hey!”

shuffling to hide his face from you, wanderer sports a genuine smile, hidden from your sight.

because in your presence, the wanderer stills, and all thoughts of a doomed eternity fall short of how he commits himself to you���wanderer loves and loves, loves you, for you nestle in the space his heart was meant to be, holding onto the mere wisps of your identity and weaving it into the mosaic of his soul.

it's silent save for when you plop yourself back to the bed, bearhugging wanderer and complaining about waking up early again because you stayed up all night playing tcg with him. (he's at 10 wins and 5 losses and he was not going to be caught lacking).

“you do realize that's entirely your fault, right?” he gloats. “it's not my fault my card bested that lawachurl of yours.”

“what?! no way, mister! my all geo team is still superior, mind you-”

once, wanderer wondered about the concept of infinity.

everlasting devotion. of unabashed care and trust. as he listens to your ramblings as the night falls to day, he figures that what you currently share fits that concept just fine.

# observation two: (very) jealous tendencies

it isn't in wanderer's intention to be jealous. well, so he says.

really, he isn't! after all, what was there to be jealous of? absurd! looks, intellect, an extensive range of vocabulary not limited to insults and creative verbal attacks; wanderer boasts quite the sizable number of pros that get most people falling at his feet. (his outward personality leaves much to be desired, however, but his snark does have a certain charm. probably).

and of all the bashful akademiya seniors and well-intentioned young women (and men), you managed to get into a relationship with this black cat of a derisive puppet. this is an achievement worthy of celebration, for not just anyone can take the wanderer and burrow into his many, many guarded walls and claim the title of being his lover.

yet, wanderer is the more jealous one in the relationship.

he knows that you won't cheat on him, and trusts that you won't look at others in such a way. but still, your boyfriend can't help but doubt. be patient when working out his jealousy, for it is a double edged sword—on one hand, wanderer was so adorable when he was jealous; sulky, clingy, hot you name it! and it was very flattering, knowing that he loved you enough to want to keep you all to himself.

but, the other side was quite... a piece of work. should you attempt to tease him about such a thing, it ends in three ways. one, him flying off to god knows where and leaving you alone (😐), two, restricting you from hugging and giving him affection (😭), and worse, giving you the silent treatment (😨). choose your ammunition wisely.

and from this, be prepared for the wanderer to monopolize your attention all to himself— with said admirers mysteriously off the grid or too afraid to approach you for fear of his wrath. i'll say it once: a jealous wanderer is a force to be reckoned with. (and we love him for it)

(he was chided endlessly by nahida for this; “you're scaring all the researchers that want to do a thesis review with [name]!” she says.

a sly smirk was his only reply).

—☆★☆—

“what, and here i thought he had more bark left in him.” wanderer huffs haughtily, with the researcher dashing away as if his life depended on it.

“you'll get scolded by nahida again, you know. i don't think the dendro archon's trusted aide should boast a terrifying reputation.”

he snorts. “lesser lord kusanali has better things to do than chide me for harassment.”

“but you don't have better things to do than scaring away poor kimiya?”

that gets you an eye roll that could reach massive highs of ‘what about it?’ from your boyfriend. “you're overthinking.” (translation: you're right).

“uh huh, sure i am.”

“whatever. who you talk to and interact with is none of my concern. it's not like i care about such things anyway.” he retorts. “i'm not possessive.”

so he says. “by the way, his pickup line was pathetic—‘are you anemo because your beauty blows me away’? atrocious.”

your eyebrow raises in return. really, who was speaking about “not caring” and then judging right after? well, it's fine because he was kinda right.... cyno would definitely get along with that guy.

“it was sincere! i think he has to be commended for his efforts, no?”

“you call that effort?” his face scrunches to a dissatisfied frown.

kinoya, kimiya—he doesn't even remember his name anymore. wanderer doesn't care for those that waste his time, and more especially to those that attempt to get close to you in particular. honestly, what a cheap trick.

and you! you were seriously humoring that moony researcher earlier. you even smiled at him! wanderer seethes, crossing his arms. “its quite irritating, knowing that they flock to you under the guise of—what was it he said? right, ‘shared academic pursuits.’ it was too obvious.”

“first of all: that's rude, second, he really needed help! anyone would feel sorry for him.” you tut, pinching the smooth of wanderer's palm. you wisely decide not to comment on how he immediately interlocks hands with you.

you snicker. “and he was only asking for advice on his research topic, silly.”

“hah! how nice — you're defending him now.” it's incredible how wanderer has the uncanny ability to be just like an annoyed cat that dunked itself into a bucket of cold water; and the way he frowns at you only makes you let out an even worse fit of laughter.

wanderer drinks in the sound, resonating it with the beat of his soul, your laugh the heartbeat echoing deep within his veins. he is reduced to nothing with you—with you, his face relaxes; wanderer may be indifferent to humans, but with you, your mere existence is enough for him to falter like a human, weaken like a human.

and weakly, perhaps in an attempt to save face, he speaks, “you didn't deny it.”

“deny what?”

“...defending him.” (if he were a cat, his ears would definitely fall flat right now).

you let out another light laugh, but sparing your lover the torment, you cling to the side of his arm instead.

“i never had such intentions.” stating it quite firmly, “i'm only saying that there's no competition to be made, darling.”

he gives you a skeptical look in return. “was there even any?”

“none at all.” you lean closer to him, and the wanderer leans into the touch of your hand on his cheek. “since you're winning.”

the flustered blush you receive and the subconscious squeeze of his hand in yours conveys all you need to say.

that did the trick. wanderer's smile is satisfied—smug. “clearly, you managed to make the right call for once.”

“well, i could hardly resist you.”

afterwards, you note that the wanderer's pace doesn't seem as fast as usual anymore. no matter the jaw dropped stares of others at the two of you cozying up together, he never let go of your hand once.

(the next day, kimiya comes to you with a sheepish smile saying that he'd like to focus on his own without your help.

“was it your doing?” you look at the wanderer by your bedside table fastening his vision in pace, voice deadpanning.

“hah? why would i waste my time over some insignificant mortal?” he replies, but as he's putting on his hat, you see him smile to himself.

that little...)

# observation three: secretly? protective/considerate (green flag!!)

if you ask anyone who knows the wanderer on a personal note, you'd find out that he is, indeed, quite considerate—hidden underneath alllll that snark and aloofness and haughtiness, the wanderer cares for those who have helped him in some way, and with you as his partner (romantic), that care is multiplied tenfold hundredfold.

this quality of his, despite being endearing on paper and practice, is reminiscent of that of an aggressive mother hen; if you count wanderer as a hen that pecks someone incessently to show his care.

he chides you like an exasperated young maiden, but the soft way he handles your bruised arm littered with injuries from your recent run in with some strange fontainian seahorse contradicts his harsh scoldings.

(“bested by a fish? are you serious?”

“excuse you, i needed to get it's horns for materials, okay?!”

“...remind me why i'm stuck with an idiot for a companion.”

“uh, because i have a great personality, and you love me?”

“a decision i've made that's quite hard to defend, honestly.”

you stick your tongue out at him. yes, his habits also become yours.)

or how he tells you you're hopeless at cooking, but always manages to excuse himself to cook for you the moment he notices even the slightest decline in your health. one concern though; he throws the bento towards your head—so minus points for domesticity. (...he has cut heart shapes into the vegetables before and has never been the same since.)

if there's anything you can count wanderer for, he will do it. you could ask him to attempt to pluck the very fabric of reality for you, string together the stars and leave them at your feet, and he will do so, huffing all the while (he never means it). he's just smitten like that; not that he would ever verbalize it—yet. his hushed and vulnerable whispers of asking you to let him stay by your side are your closest road to his admittance.

he will not serenade you with ‘shallow declarations of love,’ as he tells you, but you know that he will always be there for you, for better or for worse.

—☆★☆—

fury is an emotion wanderer was once very accustomed to—it reminds him of electric violet, of three betrayals and of yearning for a constitution he was never fated to reach.

and fury tugs at the strings of his being the moment he sees the droplets of tears fall from your eyes, blurring your vision.

“who did it?” something bitter and violent manifests in his countenance, his vision pulsing angrily with gales threatening to harm. (it does not harm you, though. it never does.) “who did this to you?”

his grip on your shoulders tightens the more you refuse to answer, both from anger and fear. you're never this silent; and his panic increases when you opt to bury yourself in his neck. wanderer sighs.

“hey. i'm asking who made you cry like this, idiot.”

“...”

“fine, i won't call you an idiot, then.” but impatient way he speaks the syllables that make your name betrays his worry. “just talk to me.”

“...can we just stay here like this?”

“....”

“sorry, that was a little-” you say, voice strained, pulling away; but the wanderer tugs you close, allowing you to hide from the world that seems so out to get you. (he knows that feeling well, after all.)

it's he who entangles himself with you, listening to the steady rise of your heartbeat, wiping away your tears.

“i didn't say you couldn't hug me, stupid. it's fine. do as you like.”

if it were a person that did this to you, that would've been better murder was never really out of the table with him, but when faced with something he is unable to solve for you; whether it be a bad day, bad luck, or even something he cannot control, wanderer finds himself at a loss.

because the concept of love, with you, is foreign—terrifying, even. betrayal and scorn were his guiding compass, and to be rid of it and to be seen by you, held by you, and to know that you were not going to follow in the footsteps of those he once clung to was far too good to believe. (yet he tries. for you.)

returning your embrace only passively, he tries to scramble for words of comfort—and when he fails to find the nerve to do so, he does the only thing he can allow himself to do.

with the kindness and gentleness he fostered (still fosters, thanks to you) from his memories as the kabukimono, the wanderer holds you, if only to remind himself of his place by your side, unchanging and adamant—as you remind him of his place beside yours.

he leads you to calm yourself down, albeit roughly as he tells you to stop fussing over trying to help him get you something wipe your tears with—and for all his flushed visage, he lets you cling to him, seeking his comfort.

i'm here, it goes unsaid. wanderer knows you'd pick up on it anyway. please talk to me.

(“if i die from this, i'll come haunt you as a ghost.” you shake like a leaf in his arms, clutched tight and staring at anywhere but the ground. who comforts someone by putting them almost 80 feet up in the air? heights are so not your thing.

“like i'd let you.” wanderer says, rolling his eyes. “and you're shaking too much. just keep your eyes on me, will you?”

“...was that flirting?”

“i will drop you.”

“wait, i'm kidding!” a particular breeze leaves you in goosebumps, with wanderer tightening his grip on you. “don't let me fall, please?”

“are you stupid?” he snaps, but urges you to look at the sight of the sunset on the horizon. his hold is more gentle this time, too. “why would i let you fall? now stop shaking and hold on to me.”

you think you fell just a little harder for him that day.)

—and if you decide to press a kiss to the back of his nape as a way of thanks, you're rewarded with a playful gale and a little zap to deter you in response.

“watch it, [name].” he says, but the shifty eyed way he doesn't meet your eyes isn't fooling anyone here; neither is the red on his cheeks. “you're too close.”

“hehe, sorry, sorry, couldn't resist.”

nonetheless. he supposes the growing smile on your face in place of your tears are sufficient payment for wanderer's efforts. hmph.

he'll let it slide for today.

(he does a lot of that when it comes to you.)

# deciding conclusion: totally in love with you (real not clickbait)

saying it outright: being with the wanderer is not a smooth road. it is full of hardships, hurt, and learning. there will be many times when his built in self destruction (read: abandonment issues) will kick in, hurting you in the process.

getting him to say ‘i love you’ will seem impossible at first, and there will be times when his doubt pierces your heart and renders it tattered to pieces. he's doing his best chat, pls help him

he will not be able to utter sweet words of adoration like you do, or return your embrace as easily as you would with him—and there will be many moments when he will feel as if he's not enough.

but nourish your affections, stay consistently by his side, show him that he is worth loving, worth staying for, and like the foundations of a steadily built tower, his trust and love for you too will grow.

(it will sometimes feel tiring, it will feel hopeless, and it's more than what you've bargained for, but it will all be worth it in the end.)

because you know he cares; it's in the way his expression morphs into helplessness when he sees your face fall in an argument, how he doesn't push you away when you kiss him and shower him with hugs, and when his hands lock tightly in yours in a sea of people, with you only in his sights. how his eyes betray him to look at you with fondness and warmth.

(it's wordless whenever wanderer decides to hold you tight at night, hugging you like his last lifeline. especially after a disagreement, with only the quietude of the night to observe.

he said some hurtful words today. that much he knows.

“are you asleep?” his voice is muffled against your shirt, and he may not need to breathe, but he inhales your scent anyway, memorizing the sight of you in his arms like a promise. “...you probably are.”

silence. “i'm sorry.”

“.....”

his lip trembles, his grasp on your arms bruising if not for your non-awareness. there's a wetness growing against your shirt, and small sniffles.

“i'm sorry.” and gently, so gently, wanderer presses his forehead against your shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of your body. “i shouldn't have snapped at you and told you those sorts of things.”

i'm sorry i hurt you.

please stay.

please don't let go of me.

i need you.

i love you.

when morning comes, you wake up to the sight of the wanderer in your bed, face nuzzled in your chest.

there are tearstains on his face.)

getting him to be open and vulnerable is akin to keeping a rusty, torn boat afloat; it will not be easy, no, but you know that he tries, (so very hard) to make it work. that he fights desperately against his own clumsily strung tethers and rebuilds himself anew, if only to understand and perceive you—to love you as you deserve.

and when that time comes, wanderer will cling to you, desperately, completely, and make sure your efforts will never ever make you regret giving him the chance to open up and be with you.

—☆★☆—

“what would happen if we ever broke up?”

dropping such a bombshell in the middle of having the wanderer on your lap was not how he thought things would go to, granted how pleasant the atmosphere was—he'd agreed to going on a much needed date (your words) with you after lesser lord kusanali had just graded him on one of his essay papers. (he got an a, obviously)

you don't think you've ever seen such a distraught look cross wanderer's face—aside from the time you finally beat him at tcg (5 out of 4); and you've never seen him look so angry either.

rather, he looked scared.

“what brought this idea on?” he tries to lodge out the words, trying to act coherent. but underneath, a storm brews—his hands are shaking. wanderer feels like he's swallowed a bag full of needles.

am i not doing enough? was i too harsh on them when i scolded them for fighting that damn mechanical desert robot? he's scared. or... do they really....

the mere idea of you being tired of him—sick of him, and ready to leave him behind leaves an ugly, disgusting feeling. like acid on his skin.

perhaps, you don't love him anymore? wanderer panics, senses going overdrive. was it that argument months ago when he hurt your feelings? he knows you know he apologized, and he's doing everything in his power to make sure he wasn't repeating that mistake anymore—but why would you say this out of nowhere?

or maybe it's because he didn't notice you feeling uncomfortable in your relationship? no, you would have definitely told him if so. then what is it? you don't just say things like this out of nowhere so seriously-

“i mean... at this point, i think i wouldn't ever want to break up with you.”

“...what?” wanderer blinks.

“you heard me.” cupping the sides of his face with your hands, you restate your words with more vigor. eyes determined. “i don't think i've ever loved someone so much as i love you. heck, not even close! kuni, if we break up, i might actually never recover.”

and the wanderer falls. how could you even say such a thing?

“that's... you're shameless.” he states it like an insult, but his hands go up to hide his eyes, hiding his embarrassment from your romantic words. “why would you even say something so out of pocket like that? you utter fool. you almost made me think i-”

- would lose you. even thinking it made him feel nauseous.

“why are we still dating then? but really, i mean it. i love you too much.” you coo, and that, in return, leads the wanderer to release an exasperated, weary sigh. if he were human, he's sure his blood pressure would never be normal because of you.

but contrary to his attitude, he relaxes his face and allows you to hold him. lightens up, even. you continue, rambling on, “be honest, you know you love me.”

“unfortunately.”

and that brings out such a bright and dazzling smile on your face that the puppets sarcastic smile is replaced by a real one when you huff and smack at his head. (all is well.)

“you're so unromantic.”

indeed, being with this strange, eccentric puppet was certainly a challenge in more ways than one. nonetheless, you know he cherishes you—because with you, the wanderer is different. he's bristly, infuriating, and honestly a pain (lovingly), but he cares for you.

he tells you to stop ogling at his pretty face and do the dishes, yet he never minds the attention at all. he tells you that you were a fool for accidentally getting yourself injured by eremites because you wanted to save some fungi, but follows you anyway and makes sure no one messes with you.

he says he probably wouldn't miss you while you're gone, but is always the first person you see when you return to sumeru city. it's these little things that make you love him, and you know the feeling is mutual—even if he'll act indifferent about it in the meantime.

“hey, kuni?”

wanderer's eyes are closed, serene. once he knew that you were not, in fact, going to break up with him, he relishes the feeling of his head resting on your lap. it was safe, warm, and everything to him; but he'd rather let the world burn before he tells you. “what?”

“thank you for letting me love you.”

....

“...idiot.” is all he says. you can feel him shift to the side so you won't see his face. “you don't have to thank me for that. that's so sappy...”

(and if you ever saw the slight sheen of glossiness in his eyes, you keep it to yourself.)

i should be thanking you. he thinks instead. i'm glad you love me.

so many things pop up in his head for this, so many unspoken words—and he may not be able to convey such things to you; he might never be able to, but you know that he loves, loves, and adores you.

because you accepted his past, his sins and his imperfections and treated him with tenderness and care. and you know that no matter how many sides of the wanderer you have yet to explore, you will love each one.

and that is enough for him to never let go.

a/n: IM CRYING I FINISHED THIS RIGHT ON TIME AFTER HIS EVENT and his growth has come so far,,, so proud of him 🥹

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

more tlm references 😳

Part 1 (Episodes 1 + 2) here! This post covers references in Episode 3 of the event.

Many people walk dogs in Seaglass Park. It seems dogs are a popular pet in Ultramarine City! This is because the mermaid princess’s human prince—Eric—is said to have cherished dogs. In fact, he once leapt into danger to help his dog (Max). The people of Ultramarine City honor his courageous act by keeping dogs of their own and by holding dog races and grooming contests. (Side note, Jade claims that a stray cat is also a dog??? And I recall Azul also saying he had trouble telling what is and is not a dog…? But is Jade just saying this to fuck with us?? Because he, Floyd, and Azul seem to understand what dogs are in Jack’s Labwear vignettes…)

Tile crafts are popular since building materials strong against moisture and salinity are needed in a coastal town. For the same reason, ceramics are also popular. Jade mentions music boxes with ceramic figures are common. AND ARIEL PLAYS WITH A MUSIC BOX IN HER TREASURE GROTTO IN PART OF YOUR WORLD… (A music box is also what King Triton gifted Queen Athena, Ariel’s mom, before she died.) He used to find such items in shipwrecks and played with them. (We know that Jade likes to scavenge and collect things from the bottom of the sea, which is very Ariel-like!)

The Port Inn Plaza looks EXACTLY like the town square from Eric’s Kingdom 😭

In this part of the world, it’s perfectly okay to walk up to puppeteers and take their puppets to put on your own shows! The tradition started when a merman unfamiliar with land took a puppet from a performer; this ended up livening up the show and getting more audience engagement.

The puppet show the NRC students put on is reenacting Eric in the aftermath of Ariel rescuing him 😭 They recite lines about a girl with a beautiful voice having rescued them… Jade goes the extra mile and also acts out Grimsby’s lines + Max the dog’s lines OTL (Yes, barking.)

I don’t recall horses being prominent in TLM outside of the carriage date, but it’s interesting to see them being taken care of in Ultramarine City. Because the sun is so strong, they swap out horses to avoid them getting heatstrokes. The stores also sell many equestrian supplies, including mane combs and hoof brushes, wood carvings of horses, photos, paintings, and charms.

The town sells old fashioned telescopes as a popular souvenir item, even if their performance is limited. Just like how Scuttle used one!!

The mermaid princess and human prince’s wedding was held on a ship. That particular ship’s design is often depicted in story books, paintings, and in model ships.

During the couple’s date on a small boat, fish spouted water and circled them. Water guns shaped like fish have become a local specialty because of this tale.

Dancing is popular! Of course, this is a nod to Ariel and Eric’s dancing scene in the film. Yuu gets a dialogue option here; if you express not being confident in dancing, Jade tells you not to worry; no matter how bad you are at dancing, he will support you. LIKE HOW ERIC HELPED ARIEL...

Riddle and Malleus, who have only ever been taught formal dancing, feel awkward just… moving along to the music. Rook encourages their hearts to lead them and to move how they feel. While this may just be me projecting (it’s much less explicit than everything else so far), this could be a reference to the musical version of TLM. In the song One Step Closer, Eric encourages Ariel to let her emotions come through in her dancing, which is a sentiment VERY similar to the advice Rook offers his peers.

AYO A KISS THE GURL RHYTHMIC?????!?!?!?! 😳 WitH J WoRD ROWInG THE BOAt???!?!?!!?! (So they can get a preview of what the bride snd groom’s course will look like!) HALLELEIGHSH, prAISE bE \o/

LOL????? One of the crabs they caught for dinner escaped (SEBASTIAN OUTSMARTED THE CHEF)…

The plating of the crab dish is also the exact same as how Sebastian was almost served up in the film!

Grim tries to capture the escaped crab and causes a big mess + ruckus! Just like in Les Poissons!!

[hyunnie04]

cat and mouse

summary: your co-worker has been on your case ever since you've started your time at the company. a strange turn of events and circumstance changes all that.

pairing: coworker! lee know x reader

trope: enemies to lovers <3, office au

genre: slight angst, smut, and fluff

warnings: fem-bodied reader, oral, creampie, overstim, unprotected sex, bulge kink, spitting, etc. 18+ mdni

word count: 9.8k

a/n: a little practice piece for you guys, i hope i did well;; so sorry this took me so long to write :( i also hope it's cohesive enough, i keep writing this fic on and off sleep deprived lol

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“the clock isn’t going to speed up just because you keep staring at it.” the cubicle beside you chirps in, momentarily shaking you out of your thoughts. by now, you’ve trained to pay him no mind as you keep your focus on the clock that reads 4:56 pm, almost taunting you in a way. 

a few more minutes and you’ll be home free for the weekend. maybe you can finally relax and get away from your dreaded paperwork. perhaps look through your shopping apps since you had nothing else better to do for the weekend, or better yet- you could run a well deserved bath with that bath bomb you always wanted to use but never got a chance to. all the possibilities sounded heavenly although all that would have to actually wait until you get home.

one other thing that you had been anticipating all day was having that dinner after work with jeongin- your close friend and coworker from a different department. he had been begging you for ages to finally try that one soba place that opened up nearby with him. you being a good friend, agreed.

“you might actually melt the clock if you keep doing that y’know.” your cubicle neighbor- lee minho smirks, now standing and leaning over your workspace.

"what do you want?" pointedly asking him.

"oh, nothing. nothing."

“you just don’t ever shut up, do you?” you deadpan and tilt your chin up to stare at him, minho just offers a sly smirk in return. he always liked to bother and butt into your business for some odd reason. 

minho shrugs, “it’s fun teasing you. you do that thing where you scrunch your nose when you get riled up.” a vain visibly pops up from your forehead, but turn to your computer, hoping to drown him out with your typing.

you knew better than to give him a reaction. if you had a penny for how many times that particular vein popped from your forehead because of minho, you’d probably be a millionaire by now.

“oh, one more thing-” the brown haired man saunters back to his desk, and comes back to yours with a huge stack of papers. he unceremoniously plops it down, the annoying feline-like grin on his face. 

“what’s…this?” raising an eyebrow at him, you hope it's not what you think he's planning. you have plans. he crosses his arms and pushes his framed glasses back.

“paperwork, of course.” you wanted to strangle him. “yes, i’m well aware that this is paperwork. why is it now on my desk?”

before you could protest any further, “they want this finished by next week.” he leans to practically whisper in your ear. minho grins mischievously after he sees your pink flustered face take a step back.

the humongous stack was already on his desk, so your boss most likely assigned it to him in the first place. you furrow your eyebrows and turn to him, worst fear coming true.

"ohh no. not in a million years." you get up from your seat, avoiding the offending pile. he starts going back to his desk, neatly placing his things in it's organizers.

“why can’t you finish it? you- what are you doing?” but minho was already grabbing his bag and blazer and looking at his wrist watch.

“would you look at the time- thanks for covering for me!” aaaand he's gone.

plopping down on your chair, you bury your face in your hands, stopping yourself from pulling out hair. frustration creases on your forehead. well, you could kiss that dinner with jeongin goodbye. now you definitely want to strangle him.

-

lee minho. if you were to find a personification of the word annoying, the brunette would certainly be it. that man has done nothing but annoy the hell out of you ever since you started your time in the company. other people in your department often regarded him as one of the most reliable and polite employees here.

you would inwardly scoff at the frequent mention of minho and his apparent “reliable-ness and politeness” since all he was, was just the opposite. to you at least. it was hard to believe at first. 

but then you actually saw the way he carried himself with effortlessness and composure, handled business affairs, and how he mingled so seamlessly with fellow colleagues. it was nothing short of professional.

so you had a theory that he was only like that towards you. a complete dick only to you. you although weren’t quite sure why.

the girls in your department would often talk about him as well, mostly for his appearance. you really weren’t one for gossiping but you would listen in sometimes, curious about what they see in him. it was hard not to when they would gush about their workplace crushes and love lives so openly, a tinge of envy seeps through your bones every time it would be mentioned. you have got to get laid one day.

“he’s totally my type, you think i should ask him out?” your other cubicle neighbor says quite loudly during her break. her friend beside her shakes their head, “no, no you can’t.”

“why not? isn't he hot and available?” she asks absentmindedly. you start to zone out for a minute, only catching bits and pieces of their conversation. but you contemplate about what she said for a second, you would be lying if you said that lee minho was unattractive.

far from that actually. distinctly remembering catching a few glimpses of him from your first day, intrigued and interest piqued. his sharp nose and cheek bones, features were like sculpted by michaelangelo himself, his toned and lean figure accentuated by the perfectly well fit suit that he always seem to wear.

you definitely found him attractive at first.

that was until he started annoying you, so all of that was quickly out the window.

but you would probably end yourself before admitting that to anyone. you let out a disgruntled sigh, appearance wouldn’t really matter if he wasn’t such a knob to begin with. 

as you approached your dimly lit street, all you could think about was that feline faced jerk. what was he thinking, dumping all that work on you last minute? you felt really bad about cancelling on jeongin, texting him earlier about the sudden change of schedule. the dark haired man you've come to know just replies with a little;

'we'll just try again next week lol'

you breathe out a relieved sigh, thankful that he wasn't mad. kicking the pebbles on the side of the road, you imagined that the little rocks were minho's face. you could not wait until you get home.

“stupid paperwork, stupid minho, stupid…” 

your muttering fades and you suddenly stop in your tracks as your elderly neighbor waves you over from her front door, grandma lee or just grandma- as she insists you call her instead.

you bowed and greeted her, “hi grandma, did you need something?” you were quite close with the sweet old lady, her gray hair swaying lightly in the wind.

the elder would often check up on you after hearing that you traveled all the way from your hometown to the city, almost taking you in as her own. you were grateful for the company since homesickness would often creep up. she would also often bring you comically large jars of kimchi which you appreciated greatly.

she smiles as she gestures to the multiple bags she was holding, "i just need a little help getting these inside the house, dear." you take the heavy bags from her hands. what were in these, rocks? grandma claps her hands together in remembrance.

“have you had dinner yet? i made extra.”

-

grandma sets a bowl in front of you, the sight of seaweed soup instantly brings you comfort. your stomach grumbles as you dig in. she watches you intently as you practically inhale the soup, starved from the long and terrible day you had.

you sent her a polite questioning look. “i want to ask you for a favor.” she finally starts, flicking through the channels of her tv. the weather was on, the forecaster droning on about rain happening this week in the same monotone voice for the past 10 minutes. you look at her and nod immediately, she had done so much for you, doing a few favors aren't going to hurt.

“do you have a car, dear?”

blowing on the steaming hot seaweed soup, you nod again at her question, wondering where this conversation is heading.

“i need someone to drive me to my son’s house tomorrow, i'm staying over there for the weekend and my bags are a little heavy. would that be alright with you, dear?” you’ve heard about her family from her stories when she would have you over like now, little bits and pieces. you smile and agree.

a cheshire grin graces your features after a moment.  “what’s in it for me?” it was a joke of course, grandma knew it too. having spent a large amount of time with her, your humor must’ve rubbed off at some point.

you didn’t expect her to actually answer but she replies, “actually, i’d like you to meet my grandson as well. i think you two would get along. he's the same age as you too.”

the aforementioned grandson was someone you’ve seen in a bunch of grandma lee’s hallway pictures. you remember that he was an only child, often the only kid and the lone subject in the photos. your favorite was the kid in red with a toothy grin. he must’ve been 5 when it was taken.

"it was a joke, grandma. i'm sure your grandson wouldn't want a stranger suddenly coming to meet him." she shakes her head,

"nonsense. that boy doesn't know what he wants." you laugh at her persistence. getting another bowl of rice, you ponder her offer for a second. maybe this could finally cure your dull and dry love life, it couldn't hurt to try. if worse comes to worst, you could just pretend it never happened.

“but of course, i’ll drive you there. i have nothing to do anyways.” you say with a mouthful of rice. grandma pats you on the back and continues to flick through the channels once more.

“thank you dear.”

-

the sunset blears through your windshield, sun rays momentarily blinding you. it was clear as day. the ride to her family’s house was relatively quiet, the elderly lady in your passenger seat preferred to sleep the whole ride through after handing you the address, giving you a moment to leave you in your thoughts.

pulling up to the neighborhood, you let out a low whistle. the house was at the end of the street, steep and uphill. it was surely going to be a struggle to get the car way up there.

you get to the curb, reverse and try to park your car as best as you can. the house was really pretty, you thought. it looked pretty lived in too, but in a cozy way. vines was sprawled all over the brick exterior and flowers had bloomed all over the property.

you wake up grandma and start to haul her luggage up and out the car.

"you go up, grandma. i'll catch up."

after struggling to get the multiple bags of luggage up hill, you finally waddle to the front door. the door was left slightly ajar, probably for your convenience. you took a quick peek around, hoping for someone to let you in.

calling out before entering, you were met with silence. you figured they were too busy catching up so you eventually let yourself in.

the furniture adorning the hallway and rooms were made out of wood, the handiwork and craftsmanship was evident, intricate carvings on each and every one of them. it must’ve been made by grandma lee’s son as you’ve heard from her many stories.

a ginger cat with white stripes greets you as you enter the front door, it strides over to you in intrigue. leaning down and dropping grandma's bags gently, you let the feline sniff your hand before allowing itself to be pet. soon enough it starts rubbing its body on your legs and purring loudly. adorable cat, you thought.

silence fills the house, aside from the soft chatter coming from the other side of the wall. the cat leaves it's spot, not wanting to be pet anymore. you sit up and observe the house again, noticing a myriad of family photos adorning the walls and some of the tables.

coming closer to one of the pictures, again, you encounter the same young boy in red but this time he was wearing a cap sideways and a puffer jacket that seemed to be way too big for him.

"hello! you must be y/n!" a feminine voice suddenly calls out from the living room. you straighten your back from the mention of your name, hoping she didn't catch you closely staring at their personal and probably private photos. grandma lee comes out from the living room as well and walks towards you with a younger and kind looking woman in tow. she had another cat in her arms, this time it's coat was gray with dark streaks.

you smile and greet her politely, exchanging pleasantries. you quietly pick up the neglected bags and place them near the guest room. they continue their conversation with each other from before, you now awkwardly standing in the middle. looking at your wrist watch, you figured you should probably head on home.

"i suppose i'll get going now, it was really nice meeting you." mrs. lee looked startled at your sudden announcement.

"why don't you stay for a while? it must've been a long drive here, you're probably hungry." these two women weren't related by blood but they practically were, having the same idea when it came to hospitality.

"well, i don't want to overstay my welcome. i'm just here to give grandma a ride." smoothening out your non-existent clothes wrinkles in apprehension.

she waves her hand in dismissal, "but you must stay, you're already here anyways." she grins and pats your back. mrs. lee didn't seem to budge at your refusal.

you relented, finally accepting her offer. "my son is in the kitchen whipping something up. he's a great cook." you totally forgot about her son being actually here. the joke offer from yesterday completely forgotten and flew out of your mind. slight embarrassment runs through you, realizing that the offer was somewhat serious. you would surely need to mentally prep yourself for more socialization than you've anticipated.

but you instantly believe her claim that her son was a great cook, the amazing and aromatic smell of what seems to be steak and multiple herbs and spices from the kitchen wafts through out the entire house.

"okay- while we're waiting," mrs. lee gestures for you to take a seat, "you should go sit on the couch, y/n. i've been dying to meet you."

she hands you a mug of hot tea and sits down next to you. "mom here talks about you all the time, thank you for keeping her company."

"it's no problem at all, i like her company too." and with that, the three of you fall into a smooth and comfortable rhythm of conversation. the younger of the two women across from you continues to poke and prod into life, not that you minded. she would ask you about your life, where were you from, where you went to school, and where you went to work and among other things.

she offers you stories of her son gleefully in return, laughing about a particularly embarrassing story when he was younger. you learned that he was quite fond and talented in dancing, loves cats, and loves to cook. oddly enough mrs. lee never mentioned his name at all, you didn't want to pry. now that you've thought about it, grandma hadn't mentioned his name at all either. all you had for a lead was initials you remember seeing etched on one of grandma's photos. you figured you'd meet this person soon enough anyways.

after a while, grandma lee retreats to the guest room they've set up, assuming that she'd want to fix her belongings. mrs. lee starts to drag you around the house, urging you to help her set the plates up and talk more while doing so. midway through placing the chopsticks on the table, the sound of pots and pans clanging from the other room shakes you out of your thoughts.

"mom?" a voice calls out from their kitchen. it must be her son. you slightly raise your eyebrows, he sounds oddly familiar but you can't place your finger who he might've sounded like. you quickly brush it off.

"yes?"

"have you seen the slow cooker?" the man finally reveals himself and pokes his head through the entryway to the kitchen.

you lift your head and lock eyes with the said person. shock freezes your movements, dropping the utensils that you were holding. blinking owlishly in surprise, you weren't sure if what you were seeing was real.

you feel the wind knock out of your lungs. this was not happening. the brown eyes, brown hair, and cat like face from work that you've come to dislike stared back. you must be hallucinating.

standing across from you was lee minho, the lee minho. grandma lee’s grandson. the same one that's been tormenting you all year round. you just couldn't believe it, wondering what kind of luck you had to end up here.

you think back to when you looking (--more like snooping) at grandma lee's framed hallway photos, the kid- that was him all along? you're really bad at recognizing faces, you thought to yourself. well, she certainly made him seem like a complete angel from the stories.

"oh! this is y/n. your grandmother invited her to eat dinner with us." mrs. lee pulls your figure closer into a side hug and beams at her son.

he furrows his eyebrows at you, glancing back and forth at you and his mother. he must be as confused and shocked as you are. "hi." minho says, nodding at your direction. you purse your lips and shuffle uncomfortably in place.

minho again asks where the slow cooker was since the first time he asked was ignored. he was wearing a loose fitting shirt, his broad shoulders looking more prominent. you realize you've never seen him outside of his work attire before. he looked comfortable, domestic even.

his mom says to check the cupboards, paying him no mind and continuing to set the table up. minho nods slowly, eyes not leaving yours and heads back to the kitchen. a little shell shocked about your little encounter, you clear your throat and go back to the task at hand. you'd just have to deal with this for the evening and then you could go home.

when the table was done, mrs. lee turns to you, "y/n? would you mind helping minho over there with bringing the side dishes to the table?" you freeze at the realization that you would have to interact with him alone.

"sure." you say meekly. she thanks you and goes to the guest room to presumably get the older lady for dinner. psyching your self up before entering the kitchen, his broad back facing you. he senses your presence and chuckles.

you were sure he was going to make this whole night unbearable.

"well, this is a nice surprise."

"what are you doing here?" stupid question from you seeing as this was his own house. mentally face palming your head, he hums smugly and starts dividing the side dishes onto smaller plates. you notice his very toned arms flexing as he puts the tubs away.

"i should be asking you that. i didn't expect you to be here." he says nonchalantly, but you could feel a sly smile forming on his face as he speaks.

"neither did i." you grumble and lightly shove him aside, wanting to get the side dishes out to the table already. you ignore the way he looks so domestic right now.

-

you stare at him from directly across the table, hoping he would keep his mouth shut. he smirks while he eats, purposefully riling you up and glancing at you with a knowing grin.

do not lose your cool, y/n.

silence rings out the dining room aside from the quiet clattering of utensils on plates.

"y/n?"

"i'm sorry?" you snap out of your little less than friendly staring contest with him.

"do... you know each other?" his mother finally breaks the silence and here eyes flickers back and forth between both of you.

"yes-"

"no-"

a full on headache is surely forming now, it's going to be hard to hide your annoyance. quick, think of a lie.

"we're coworkers. same company." you grimace as he answers for the both of you. no use in hiding it now. "oh! that's wonderful." the older lady to your right clasps her hands in delight.

"you didn't tell me you worked together." grandma turns to you grinning brightly. you avoid eye contact with her, nodding and forcing out a smile. you wanted nothing more than want the ground to swallow you up right then and there.

"you two must be close." his mother says, sipping at her drink. you were about to open your mouth to say that you really aren't actually, but minho beats you to the punch.

"we kind of are." minho rests his elbows on the table and turns to you. he's enjoying this. the bastard was enjoying this. resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you turn back to finish your meal.

hatred for the man aside, he really was a great cook as mentioned countless of times. you actually find yourself enjoying the meal he had prepared.

"tell me what you two get up to at work, i want to hear all of it."

you shift uncomfortably in your seat, being honest wouldn't be the best idea. you didn't want these two lovely women to know how much of an unpleasant man their son and grandson is. and it was his house after all, the best decision might be to at least be civil with him.

so you play along with his facade, not wanting to disappoint them even if it was probably going to bite you in the ass later.

minho starts cutting the meat up into bite sized pieces while the conversation between the two ladies continue. he places it on your plate without saying anything. this takes you by surprise, looking at his face for an answer.

the two audience members among the dining table seems to have noticed your little exchange. a wrinkly hand touches over yours catches your attention.

"oh, so are you two..." she trails off, implication heavy on her tone.

"no- no, grandma. i told you i wasn't seeing anyone." you shoot a discrete glare towards minho.

"ah, i see..."

you shrink down your seat for the remainder of the hour, embarrassment flooding your being. why did he have to do that? you were already practically fighting for your life not to get too involved with all this, and he pulls that?

after that very eventful dinner, it was already nearing 8 pm. you figured that you should probably get out of their hair, not wanting to disturb them than you already had. that bubble bath and movie marathon you had planned in your head sounded amazing right about now. maybe that would help you forget about this crazy night.

"grandma," she turns in response, "i think i better get going." you smile at her, digging through your pockets for the car keys. a different cat from the other two that you've met takes long strides, stopping by your feet. you greet it by petting it's head gently. you wondered how many cats they have.

"now? look at the weather dear," you look briefly at the window nearest you, surely enough it was heavily pouring. you deflate at the sight.

"i don't think it's a great idea to drive out in a storm." she looks at you in concern. crap. the conversation at dinner must've carried you away, not even noticing the angry rumble of thunder that came from the sky. she was right, you don't think you could drive out there immediately.

the last time you drove into hard pelting rain, you couldn’t see through the windshield and almost crashed your car in the process. you could still remember how your car swerved and screeched when you couldn't control the way the tires' direction.

reluctantly dropping your hands to your side in defeat, "i guess i can wait it out for a bit." you finally say.

"yes, please do stay. we made extra dessert!" mrs. lee chuckles, seemingly enjoying your presence. glancing at minho, he was leaning on the side of the couch watching the exchange between you three, uncharacteristically silent and expression unreadable.

you reckon he wasn't all that thrilled about the whole thing either.

-

"the storm isn't letting up." minho sighs next to you, observing the dark and heavy rain pelting the window. it continues to pour down, filing in the silence.

"great." you mumble lowly, crossing your arms. a loud cackle of thunder makes you jump from your spot. he just laughs in response. you could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, anxiety quietly eating at you. damn weather man. you should've paid more attention to the forecast.

the smart watch on your wrist flashes with a notification. it was 11 pm now. "you should stay until tomorrow, dear."

you feel a comforting hand on your back, it was mrs. lee. it was only her staying with you two right now since grandma had already retired back to her room.

"tomorrow? oh, i- uh... i don't want to intrude." you stutter and look down, unsure how to accept her offer. but as much as you wanted to turn her down, you knew deep down you don't really have a choice in the matter.

another strike of thunder confirms your pitiful situation.

"i know what you're thinking, you can take minho's room." her words take you aback, that really wasn't what you were thinking. but she wasn't serious, was she?

at the mention of his name and apparent lending of his own bed, he whips his head towards his mother. he points to himself silently and gawks in disbelief.

you try to stifle a laugh at his ridiculous face. it wasn't often that you see minho all flustered.

realizing that mrs. lee might actually kick minho out of his room if you don't say anything, you decide to spare him. "that's okay, i'll take the couch."

"are you sure? the couch isn't the most comfortable..."

you reassure her that the couch is fine and not to worry. mrs. lee takes this as a confirmation that you'll stay for the night. she beams and grabs her son's shoulder,

"minho, do you have clothes that you can lend to y/n?" she catches you about to protest at the unnecessary offer, "don't worry about that, you're going to end up uncomfortable if you sleep in your clothes right now."

she leaves not long after with a quick good night to you both, also not leaving any room for any counter arguments. minho nods after registering what she said, hesitantly gesturing you to follow him towards the room at the end of the corridor.

he was quiet these past few hours, you observed. the annoying minho that you have gotten used to was no where to be found. putting yourself in his shoes, you understood. having a person that you dislike come into your home and spend the night would irk you as well.

the unexpected warm lighting and a subtle citrus scent with notes of jasmine and sandalwood welcomed you upon entering. it instantly brings comfort. not really expecting anything coming into his room, it was truly a pleasant surprise.

you stand awkwardly in the middle of his room, not wanting to touch or disrupt any of his space or belongings. he heads straight to his closet near his bed.

"it's alright, uh..."

minho ignores your attempt to refuse and starts digging deep for clothes that he could lend.

okay, nevermind.

you quietly glance at the homey decor that adorns the wall of his bedroom. multiple pictures of what you assume to be his friends were strewn all across the room. some of them seemed to be taken when he was in high school and some more recent. there were doing various funny and serious poses, minho seems to be really well liked.

"alright,"

he starts handing you a pair of black jogging pants and a plain white t-shirt. you reluctantly take the pile of clothes from him, your fingers momentarily brushing. you were certain you could hear your pulse thump in your ears. it confuses you greatly.

"this is the smallest one i have, sorry."

he coughs and rubs his neck, "the bathroom is over there, if you wanna change."

awkwardly shuffling on the way to the bathroom, a sigh of relief leaves your mouth as you lock the door behind. why were you so affected by a simple touch of his fingers? this was minho. you quickly shove the odd feeling down.

you hold the white shirt up to your torso, it was definitely too big. the hem of the shirt reaching your thighs and sleeves reaching your elbows as well.

peeling out of your clothes, and hold up minho's large shirt to finally wear. as you put it on, you could faintly smell the cleanness of detergent and a faint musky patchouli scent. your cheeks burn with the realization that you were really going to spend the night here.

when you return to the empty main corridor, the leather couch was already set up with a cozy looking blanket and multiple plush pillows. you struggle to hide a smile.

-

tossing and turning, you struggle to find a comfortable position on the couch. the blanket proving to be too hot right now, you push it off. you check your phone out of boredom and the led screen lights up.

1:19 am. it was in the middle of the night and the rain continues to pour outside. the occasional rumble of thunder once again evoking anxiety in you. sighing, you don't think you will be getting any sleep tonight. it's just you and your thoughts for now.

thinking back to this afternoon, the whole situation seems so absurd and surreal. who would've thought that you and minho would pretend being friends even if it was just for one night. it was a strange chance of circumstance.

the door from the end of hallway opens, a scruffy and disheveled minho rubs his eyes to get rid of his sleepiness. you sit up in curiosity to observe his sleepy state. he pads over the wooden floors to the kitchen looking for water, not sparing you a second glance.

when he was out of sight, you start thinking of ways to distract yourself, wanting to already succumb to slumber.

“oh, it’s you.” he says after coming back, finally noticing your slumped figure. "didn't sleep yet?" minho ruffles his hair haphazardly, trying to smoothen it down. you shake your head,

"insomnia. it's the thunder."

"ah."

"the couch is making your neck hurt isn't it?"

"yeah, that too."

he opens his mouth to hopefully offer another solution, but shuts it immediately. he wasn't sure if it would make you comfortable so he just stands there quietly.

"i'll go get you more pillows." he places his cup down on the coffee table before going to his room. minho stops in his tracks when he feels your fingers tug on his shirt. another strike of thunder flashes outside making you flinch.

"stay." you catch yourself saying before even realizing. it's selfish to ask but you don't think you could stand the thunder alone. watching him stare into your eyes, as if looking for an explanation- you offer him no words.

minho takes a seat at the end of the couch silently joining you, sipping at his mug. to fill the awkward silence, you clear your throat and fiddle with the ends of the cotton blanket.

you start thinking of ways to justify your selfish request of making him stay.

"i finished that damn paperwork you dumped on me. dick move by the way." you chortled to try to lighten the mood. he seems to notice your attempts to distract yourself and indulge your sudden desire to chat.

he folds his hands on his stomach, grinning. his bunny like teeth poking out. you always thought it was endearing. "it's fun seeing you all grumpy."

"sadist." you simper, the anger you felt from a yesterday dwindling at the surprisingly pleasant banter.

quietness takes over again. he stares into the celling, pondering. "i didn't know you were close with my grandmother." he says after a while. he avoids your gaze and places his mug back on the table.

"neither did i. it wasn't deliberate," you reply. he turns to you, curious about the story. so you explain to him how you met, for how long and that you didn't even recognize him despite seeing the photos.

he chuckles, "i bet it was this pose, wasn't it?" minho imitates the very same pose that he did in the photo, eliciting another laugh from you. it was exactly the same.

minho shuffles a little bit closer to you, now propping his arm on the back of the couch. you straighten up, now being hyperaware of his presence and proximity. he looks really different without his glasses.

a furry tail suddenly brushes against your exposed leg. you lean forward to check what had just rubbed past you, it was one of the cats. it meows for attention, pawing at the base of the couch.

"your cats are really cute." you watch him pick the orange haired feline and place it on his lap. one by one, two of the other cats that you've seen this afternoon start padding over to where you and minho were seated, jumping on the couch.

"that's dori," he points to the gray furred kitty. "doongie," an orange cat with a predominately white underbelly, "and soonie." the last one who's also orange but more so than the other. minho raises soonie's paw, waving it at you. cute.

"this one looks like you."

you scratch soonie's chin, the low purring getting louder the longer you do it. minho stares longingly at your eyes with an unreadable expression at the comment. you're not paying any attention to him.

after a while, the cats start to get tired of the two of you. they walk of to the end of the couch, now ignoring you and minho. you fold your arms and relaxing into the back of the couch, falling into a deep and comfortable silence that would be sorely missed.

"why do you hate me?" you say abruptly. the curiosity finally won, anxiety gnawing at your every fiber of your being. it was finally starting to be peaceful between you two and actually talking like normal people, your sudden comment might've affected it's chances of becoming true.

his head whips towards your direction in what you assume to be disbelief, furrowing his eyebrows. "since when did i hate you?"

you struggle to not scoff at his blatant charade, "minho, you have it out for me." this was strange and ridiculous. was he really being serious? how could he not be aware of the months of months of his incessant attitude towards you, and only you.

you remind yourself to be calm, to be civil. but he continues to feign ignorance. it was starting to get difficult.

"you don't treat me like the others, you constantly make my life harder by teasing me, and you dump your own paperwork on me. only me. the only time you talked to me normally was just a few minutes ago." your voice rising with exasperation.

"what did i do?" voice ultimately faltering, tired.

"i-..." minho refuses to meet your eyes, offering no solace.

instantly feeling vulnerable by your little outburst and by the lack of response on his end, you hug and bury the plush pillow for comfort. you wanted to go home. you wanted to go home and pretend this conversation did not happen. confrontation wasn't your strong suit.

after a long while of silence, he at last utters a low, "i'm so sorry."

"that was very, very stupid of me." minho's eyes are now trained on the hardwood floor, unable to even glance at you.

"what? the paperwork?" you scoff, "no, not just that. all of it."

you furrow your brows at him, "i just find you really really cute when you're mad." he continues. you stare at him, incredulousness and anger painting your features. before you could give him a piece of your mind, he speaks.

"and i realized i didn't know how to actually approach you normally without the teasing." he purses his lips, the cup on the table long forgotten. minho is staring up the celling now, still refusing to look to your direction.

"would you also believe me if i said i was jealous?"

you don't know what to say in return, heavily processing what he just said. what was happening? your mouth runs dry, confusion knocking the wind out of you.

"of your friend." he says, emphasizing the last part. you try to rack your brain of who he was referring to.

"jeongin?" you tilt your head. he says nothing, confirming the assumption. "i overheard him talking to his friends, bragging about how he was gonna take you out to this restaurant that he wants to drag you to." you couldn't possibly think of a reason why he would be jealous, you and jeongin are just friends. and why was he jealous in the first place?

"why are you so worked up about it? he's just a friend, minho."

"i'm not even sure myself," minho shakes his head in exasperation and turns to you. "but i like you, y/n."

standing there, paralyzed at his unexpected confession. minho likes you? he was giving you crap all year round, and yet he likes you? you shoot him a perplexed look, "wait, what?"

"let me get this straight," you hug your legs, trying to decipher what he was saying. "so your plan was to annoy the hell out of me, dump your paperwork seeing that you don't want me hanging out with jeongin because...you like me?"

"well, now it sounds stupid when you put it like that." he huffs, crossing his arms and pouting cutely.

deafening silence falls between you two, unable to say anything meaningful without stuttering and fumbling through your words. you just sat there, not really saying anything and staring at the floor. realizing that you probably don't feel the same, he sighs. its about time he went back to bed too.

"it's late. you should probably get some-"

before you knew it you felt your pulse roaring in your ears, grabbing his wrist and stopping him from standing up. you were going to regret it if you let him go.

"i like you too."

a magnetic pull causes you both to inch closer together, wordlessly gazing into each others eyes. you make the first move to lean into him, slowly placing an experimental peck on the side of his lips. you unsurely place your hands on his chest, "is this okay?"

his eyes flickering down to your lips and then back to your eyes. he licks his lips, still staring intensely- lovingly at you. he softly grins, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears and returns the kiss on your lips.

eyelids fluttering shut, you feel him press against you with much enthusiasm, deepening the kiss. you cup his cheeks as a reply, roughly pulling him towards you.

you already forgot about the rain outside.

he hoists you up his lap, a hand on your waist as he trails desperate kisses on your neck. minho pays his attention back to your lips, sloppy and open mouthed, saliva stringing from your mouths. urgency and eagerness was reflected in the way you both tangle your arms around each other, touching and caressing every part that you could reach.

all of the unresolved tension was slowly slipping away, replaced by desire.

a sudden meow breaks the two of you out of your trance. the green eyes of soonie stares up at the two of you, sitting quietly and their tail swishing side to side.

you loosen your arms around his neck, you two bursting out in laughter at the interruption.

"do you want to maybe take this to my room?" minho asks, placing a thumb on your lips. you didn't need to think twice.

-

your head hit his plush pillow, the cold and crisp linen feeling heavenly against your hot and flushed skin. shuffling up to the headboard, you watch minho with hazy eyes as he inches towards your form and props his knee on the edge of the bed.

he smirks as he sinks down on the mattress, hovering over your feverish body. minho sneaks a hand behind your back, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you over so effortlessly to the top as if you weighed nothing.

"now, where were we?" he murmurs into the column of your neck, his hot breath sending tingling and electrifying shivers down your spine. you respond by trailing your hands all over his clothed chest, wanting to get the offending article of clothing off.

he chuckles and grabs your wrists, halting you from doing so. minho kisses the inside of your wrist, a teasing smile dawns on his face. you look at him with desperate, pleading eyes, wanting to have him already.

minho adjusts his tight hold on you, biting his plush lips in anticipation. with you now towering over his figure, you lean down to capture the lips that you had been fantasizing about all evening and bury your hands into his hair. the kiss was wet and messy, your tongues sloppily and desperately swallowing each other's moans. a trail of saliva strings from both of your lips.

it was starting to get too hot for your liking. you cease your movements for a second to remove minho’s borrowed shirt from your body. minho’s eyes shamelessly rake over your chest, his finger leisurely trailing the middle of your breasts. you let out a low chuckle, finally unclasping the hook of your bra. you release a breathy shudder upon feeling something hard poking you from where you sat. grabbing both of his wrists, you eagerly put them up to your tits, you could feel your sensitive nipples harden because of his cold touch. minho starts pinching at the sensitive buds, prolonging his eye contact with you, clearly enjoying your erratic squirming.

you suck in a sharp breath and almost topple over him in pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth, hot, warm, and wet. it was overwhelming, having no one touch you like this before. he continues to lap at your hardening bud. minho groans, closing his eyes and further burying his head in your chest. your tits were covered in spit, glistening under the subtle light of his night lamp.

minho, while smothering himself in your chest, takes a moment to hook his arm over you. his skillful hands trail over to the waistband of your jogging pants and pulls it down. you oblige, leaning closer to him and lifting your hips so he wouldn’t have to leave your tits. you jump in surprise once you feel a light teasing smack on your now semi exposed ass, only covered by thin panties. it elicits a small moan from you, pulling his head closer. you lightly pet his head and thread your hands in his hair affectionately as he continues his sucking, feeling a coiling sensation from your core. 

but before you could cum, he detaches from your breasts, leaving his lips glistening with his own spit and his breath raggedy. a sly grin that you have come to love and hate graces his face upon seeing you whimper. the lack of stimulation makes you deflate, heaving frustratedly at his relentless teasing.

the familiar throbbing heat from your pussy suddenly gives you an idea. his hungry gaze watches you in curiosity. the bulge you were currently sitting on now immediately taking all of your attention. you do an experimental hump on it, hoping to relieve the aching heat from your cunt. minho's hands fly to your hips, groaning at the sensation.

"all this time, you made me think that you hated me-" you moan out, the fabric of his pants providing just the right amount of resistance. "when really you liked me?"

he stifles his moans by biting his bottom lip, his pants surely soaked through now.

"i did say i liked seeing you mad." minho manages to grunt out, licking his lips. you almost reel in disbelief but you keep your composure. 

"you're confusing." another thrust. 

"and i'm still mad at you." you huff out. hips now wildly humping against every ridge and curve of his cock. the sight of him makes you delirious, even more so that you’re humping against him.

"i-i'll make it up to you," he murmurs lowly, hissing the more times you buck up against him. "fu-fuck..."

despite the way that you were using him, it does nothing to quell the horniness you were feeling, in fact, it even spurs you on further. the wet patch from your panties soak and slowly transfer on to the front of his pants, your own wetness spreading messily every time you grind on his delicious dick, the ridges providing the needed friction that you've been so desperately craving. minho watches you, your tits bouncing up and down- he feels like drooling. "i love it when you use me." he finally breathes out, hands still on your hips, his nails making crescents on your skin. and finally, you cum, his words sending you over the edge.

it tremors through your body, white hot cum leaks out from your panties and you can’t seem to hold yourself up any longer, collapsing on his broad chest. you clench your eyes shut in shyness, suddenly embarrassed from using minho so blatantly. he coos and pats your head in comfort, almost like how he pets his cats.

planning to make it up to him and eat his words, you sit up and shuffle down his hips. you admire the wet patch that stains his front, mouth watering. this surprises him, watching you with tantalizing eyes. you make a move to grab at his waistband, pulling it down slowly. he hisses out in pleasure as the waistband runs over his still clothed dick. minho’s boxers were thoroughly wet, you could see a dark patch on the front where you sat on him and where precum leaked out. you lift up a hand to experimentally give his bulge a tight little squeeze, him letting out a little shudder response.

it hardens even more under your touch- so you decide to tease him to test the waters even further, running your fingers over and over his tent causing him to hiss out, sending you a warning look. taking this as a sign, you lift the waistband of his boxers and stare at his eyes while doing so. it springs up immediately after freeing it from its confines. his long and fat cock stands tall, the tip a deep red, and the veins prominently running along the sides. the sight makes your mouth water in anticipation. you place a thumb on his cockhead, running slow circles on his slit causing it to drool heavily on your hand.

his cat like mouth parts in ecstasy once you start teasing the underside of his length with your hand and licking the oozing liquid up. minho’s hips start thrusting at the sensation, forcing you to hold him down. it was admittedly hard to do so, his thick thighs almost the size of your head but you still managed to restrain him from rutting wildly. the groan that leaves his lips sound is absolutely nothing short of sinful when you finally put your mouth on him. every desperate huff from him leaves you light headed, wishing you could record and replay it over and over again. when couldn’t fit all of him, you resorted to pumping the remaining of the shaft were you couldn’t reach. you egg him on even further by running a hand over his abs, seeing how his thighs and abdomen tense up. 

you look up through your lashes to watch minho unravel. his eyes were screwed shut, focusing on the stimulation. while it bobs messily in your mouth, you try to pay special attention to his hot and heavy balls, rubbing it back and forth in the palm of your hand, hoping to get him to cum. minho closes his eyes shut again and tenses his thighs, finally cumming. his hands travel down to grasp at his length, taking it over yours, spurting his essence everywhere. minho finishes with a loud relieved groan, slapping his dick lazily against your cheek which you greedily lapped at. 

“that might be the best head i’ve ever had, bunny.” he bites his lips, his voice light and airy. you quickly sit up from your position and gawked at him, suddenly feeling bashful at his apparent pet name for you. 

minho gives you a mischievous cat like grin in return, feeling absolutely delighted at your expression. he begins to lightly graze your leg, leaving tentative touches and gentle pecks along the stretch of your lower limb. lifting your right leg up, you stop minho from inching any closer towards you by putting your foot on his chest.

"y/n..."

you pretend to think for a moment, stretching this out for as long as possible. he would just have to wait since he had yet to make up for being so mean to you. a little fun also wouldn’t hurt, right? no, you were quite wrong. 

minho again grabs your ankle albeit more roughly this time and continues to place chaste kisses with more passion this time, clearly adamant about giving your legs and thighs hickeys. at long last, minho slides the wet and abused fabric off you, the panty is thoroughly soaked and it’s material sticking and clinging to your core.

he hooks ur leg over his shoulder, urging to part your legs apart and spreading them obscenely open. staring intensely into your eyes, minho starts teasing your core with feather light touches. “you like this?” he says his mischievous grin, continuing his ministrations. you offer him no response as he traces figures and shapes on your wet pussy that has you seeing stars. his fingers now erratically sliding up and down your folds. you almost sob at his nonchalant teasing, eyes clenching shut and begging him to put something in.

something about observing his veiny hand treading lightly just the outside of your lower lips leads you to tuck your face into your hands, the sight was like straight out of porn. “no, no. hands up bunny.” minho takes a hold of your wrists, putting them effortlessly above your head. 

“you have to look.”

his free hand drags along your legs to pull them apart and starts lowering his chiseled face down to your core. his nose just close enough to feel the small exhaling puffs of hot air on your pussy, causing it to twitch in suspense. the brunette sneaks a peak at your trembling figure before diving right in, the first contact of his tongue on your cunt was searing hot, instantly making jolt out in shock and cry out. minho takes this as a sign to hold down your hips, pressing, flattening, and letting his tongue rampant against you all while avoiding your clit. he hums at the taste, huffing and delving further into your pussy, eating you out with such intensity, placing open mouthed sloppy kisses. he spits to make your pussy wetter so he could languidly and erratically make out with your cunt. 

you throw your head back into the heaps of pillows behind you as he starts to pay attention to your clit, softly biting the bundle of nerves. minho then moves to swipe his index up at the large amount of cum and spit trickling from your core, using it as lube for his fingers. he gently prods his index in your entrance all while still licking you up. his long fingers, deliciously stretching your hole, deeper than all those nights you've tried to do so yourself. the bliss you were feeling was overwhelming. minho croaks out a little ‘hah, hah, hah…” every time he would come up for breath, completely drunk off your musky and intoxicating scent. you also don’t miss how he subtly humps the bed sheets he was lying under either. you began to arch your back upon hearing his desperate sounds, your arousal spurting on his face.   

minho looks like a cat who got the cream, his pupils blown wide open and wetness trickling down the side of his mouth. he lets go of your hands after you were finished, the numb arm falling on your forehead as you catch your breath. he stands up to re-adjust your form on the bed, pulling you closer to his pelvis.

minho stares at your eyes, asking silently for permission. you look up at him with a toothy- fucked out grin. 

the feelings that you couldn't place earlier was now clear, you wanted him.

minho reaches a hand over your face, caressing your flushed cheeks. he wordlessly leans to tenderly place a kiss onto your forehead and on your lips. you reciprocate lovingly, capturing his lips once again. minho without warning, pushes his long and girthy dick into you, the abrupt intrusion making you sob out. the bulbous head of his cock rubs deliciously against your gummy walls, you swore you could feel it in your throat.

“there we go. there we go…”

minho sets a rough pace, his hips thrusting against your pelvic bone. “ah-ah!”

toned and skillful arms cage you in, forcing you to look deep into his dark pools. "you better keep quiet, or else the whole house will hear you." that for some reason makes your cunt even wetter, weeping more than you thought was possible. the sole idea of getting caught with their precious son doing such lewd acts, it seems sacrilegious and absolutely sinful.

he once again reaches for your hardened nipple, tweaking and pinching the bud between his thumb and index. the bed was now creaking with how fast minho was going, you silently prayed that no one in the house suspects anything. the thought mortifies you.

minho leans against your figure and nuzzles up on your chest, looking up at you with an oh so innocent grin while he continues to pound your cunt. his movements start to stutter once he feels your walls clench around him. your mind begins to feel like mush but you still try to make an effort to suppress your groans of pleasure. a strangled sound between a moan and a whine leaves your throat once he hits that one particular spot in you.

“keep quiet, little kitty.”

you start squirming uncontrollably at the huskiness of his voice, not having experienced an intense orgasm like this before. “cum, you can do it.” your rutting hips stop to convulse for a moment, feeling your orgasm rip through the ends of your nerves. leaning back on his chest, you struggle to catch your breath, heaving from the aftermath of your orgasm.

fogginess still clouding your vision, you caught a small glimpse of minho to notice that he still hadn’t pulled out, his hands circling your waist gently. you unintentionally clench on his cock, yep he was still hard, very hard. minho sets his eyes on you, and gives you that look. oh no, you knew that look. the same one that he uses around the office to persuade a higher up to heed to his request. you nibble on your lower lip in excitement.

“one more, you can do one more right?” he coos, lifting your legs and his hips starting his monstrous once pace again. you double over in overstimulation, crying out in pleasure. his breath hitches after a particularly hard thrust, choosing to muffle his own cries by shoving his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your exhilarating scent. you respond by coyly playing with the hair on his nape, hoping that it would ground you to reality.

minho then sneaks a hand from below you and hugs your figure, pulling you impossibly closer. he swallows your moans, kissing you feverishly and running his hands wildly all throughout. it was so urgent, so intense, like he’s finding a way to meld your bodies together, his erratic and messy thrusts reflecting that.

your fingers clutch his thick bed sheets, euphoria piercing your body every time he drives another rough thrust into you. the lewd noises coming from the two of you echos and bounces off the walls, the conversation tomorrow morning was going to be so humiliating and awkward at the dining table.   

you can’t hold it in any longer, and by the looks of it, neither can he. minho cums with a loud groan, spurting inside you. "goooood kitty." minho rasps out. you gape at the warmness, causing you to finish as well. minho reaches his hand downwards to spread your combined release, spreading it messily. it drips out of you obscenely as he pulls out.

you were positively flushed. he was too, sweat still glistening on the wide expanse of his chest and forehead. minho brushes your hair back affectionately before plopping down tiredly next to you. you turn to him, wanting to admire his fucked out features but he looks occupied and staring into space.

“what's the matter?” 

"i really am sorry about the misunderstanding. i feel terrible that i made you feel like that. and i do really like you. wasn't lying about that." minho sighs out, closing his eyes for a moment and then faces you. “i want to start over, properly this time.”

"apology accepted. and yeah of course." you say, quite happy with how this whole misunderstanding turned out. "i really like you too." he kisses the top of your head, making you wrap an arm around him to cuddle.

"now you'll just have to figure out how to reject the girl beside your desk. she wants to ask you out."

"maybe we can start by just making out in front of her."

[ch33z3grits]

Crimson Obsessions | Masterlist

pairing: Aaron Pierre as Terry Richmond x Justine Skye as Camille DeWaterson summary: After a steamy encounter with a sinfully handsome man in New Orleans, Camille DeWaterson returns to her life as a soon-to-be-married paralegal in Houston, Texas. But the incident becomes difficult to forget when the otherworldly stranger waltzes into her law firm, bringing a series of strange and enticing events with him. Terrence “Terry” Richmond, is an incredibly disciplined, calculating, and ambitious individual, at least… that’s what he is to the average mortal. But in reality, he’s a bloodthirsty supernatural with a keen interest for money, power, and beautiful women. When the gorgeous Camille DeWaterson slips from his grasp one fateful night in New Orleans, he vows to track her down and make her his bride. It doesn’t matter to him that she already has a fiancé or a commitment to join two families together. He isn’t going to rest until she belongs to him… body, mind and soul.

a/n: hello! below are the links to my first (and probably last lol) series on Tumblr. If you love supernatural story lines, the villain gets the girl trope, black ocs, or Aaron Pierre in general, I hope you'll enjoy this piece! updates will be every Friday :)

(also will be including a running playlist to much the chapters)

preview | pt. one | pt. two | pt. three | pt. four | pt. five | pt. six | pt. seven | pt. eight | pt. nine | pt. ten | pt. eleven

playlist:

Drugs-UPSAHL

She-Tyler, the Creator

Can't Get You Out of My Head-Kylie Minogue

Excitement-Trippie Redd

No Heart-21 Savage

Next Lifetime-Erykah Badu

You Right-Doja Cat

I Luv Your Girl-The Dream

Streets-Doja Cat

Dark Red-Steve Lacy

Love on the Brain-Rihanna

I Put A Spell On You-Nina Simone

Baby Boy-Beyonce ft. Sean Paul

House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls- The Weeknd

Floor 555-XXXTENTACION

I'm Tired-Labrinth, Zendaya

Toxic-Britney Spears

When Will I See You Smile Again?-BBD

All I Want is You-Miguel, J. Cole

Honesty-Pink Sweat$

Kiss it Better-Rihanna

Skin-Mac Miller

Fantasy-Mariah Carey and ODB

I'm Sprung-T-Pain

Come Live With Me Angel-Marvin Gaye

Not Allowed-TV Girl

[midnightwriter21]

aot hcs: them as boyfriends

characters: levi, eren, connie

warnings: i have the mouth of a sailor im srry

an: first aot fic lesss gooooooo!!! lmk if y’all want another part with diff characters!!

LEVI ACKERMAN

*sigh* he's so girlfriend

starting off strong...

this man is NAWT kissing you in public lololol

he's got a reputation to uphold

however!!

he will show pda in much smaller, more subtle ways

walking down the street, he's offering his arm for you to loop yours through

or guiding you with a hand on your lower back

if y'all are walking through a crowd he is CRUSHING your hand with his grip

he's not trying to hurt your hand haha

he's just strong, can't see over peoples heads, and doesn't wanna lose you in the sea of people

he'll keep that unbothered bored look on his face but just know that on the inside that this man is stressed lmfao

alsoooo

service bf to the maxxxxx

dude is not good with expressing his feelings

especially romantic ones lol

so he expresses his love by doing little tasks for you

oh you forgot to get food for your cat?

levi already has it

can't get that jar of pickles open?

he's snatching it out your hands and popping it open

and you already know your house is about to be the CLEANEST its ever been on god

next

i feel so bad

for the person to shit talk you in front of levi

on my mama let somebody say something slick lmfaooo

he is not gonna let it slide

forget getting physically violent

this mans mouth is absolutely DIABOLICAL

in more ways than one if ur picking up what im putting down

*ahem* will make said person cry with his words alone

period.

EREN YEAGER

meowwwwwwwww

bark bark bark

*insert other animal noise here*

huh? somebody say something?

no? okay

AHEM

this man right here? cocky asf

dude is fine

and knows it too

and he knows y’all make a FINEEEE ASS COUPLE

shows you and your relationship off all the time

not a day goes by where he’s not posting you on social media

and he coordinates yalls outfits too omg

he makes sure his clothes match yours

not exactly matching ofc but the colors

if ur wearing a red dress to an event

he’s wearing a red tie

it’s a casual day and you’re wearing a blue shirt or dress?

his shoes/accessories/etc. are gonna be the same color

it’s an aesthetic that he keeps up with. period.

also he CANNOT keep ur name out his mouth

brings you up in every conversation possible

“i think y/n mentioned wanting to go see that movie too. was it good?”

“nah sorry, my girl said she wants to have a date night soon so i’ll have to pass. we can make plans another day though.”

“i gotta go to the store when i leave here. i wanna get some stuff to surprise my girlfriend, y/n, when i get home.”

and he is handsy asf

bro is touching you at all times swear

it’s impossible to walk past this man without him latching onto you and lathering you in kisses and feeling you up

in public he’s gonna keep it respectful tho

unless he knows he won’t get caught lmfao

introduces you to mikasa and armin

wants all of the important people in his life to get along ofc

i love him sm

CONNIE SPRINGER

let’s get right into it shall we?

as soon as y’all make it official

i mean the MINUTE y’all are boyfriend girlfriend

he’s calling up all his friends to tell them the news

and then he’s making plans for them to meet up so he can introduce you

i feel like he takes you on a lot of fun dates

y’all don’t jus go get dinner and then go home

that’s too lame for connie

he’s taking you to laser tag, haunted houses, trampoline parks, etc.

and let me tell you this rn

come close

connie is NOT teaming up with you for laser tag

he’s making sure he’s on the opposite team so he can’t hunt you down over and over

will not take it easy on you idc

anyways… when y’all do go to dinner

7/10 times sasha is third wheeling yall

maybe jean too lol

idk i jus think that for connie it’s “the more the merrier”

especially since dinner isn’t something that’s gonna get his blood pumping yk?

but at least y’all can all get drunk and be funny together as a group right?

connie is so incredibly dedicated to being a dumbass around you

like as long as it makes you laugh, nothing is off limits

bro is constantly cracking jokes, telling embarrassing stories, doing stupid shit in public

he wants you happy. at. all. times.

this being said

if ur sad connie is doing anything and everything to cheer you up

i’m talking getting you ur fav snacks, renting that movie you always talk about, and pulling you close for a snuggle

yeah so i want to eat him basically

[manikas-whims]

Xavier: Floof Attack | Thoughts

i honestly don't have much to add because this event is largely fanservice but Xavier in this 5 star card brought out his inner yandere in the most adorable of ways 🤭

EXHIBIT A: CLINGY

From clinging onto you, wanting to go with you even on your mission, the idea of being separated from you for merely 3 days being unbearable to him..

..to Mr. “you need to do it harder” asking you to take responsibility for your actions and finish what you started 🤭

EXHIBIT B: POSSESSIVE

From immediately noticing another cat’s scent on you..

..to not letting other kitties touch you 😆

..TO STRAIGHT UP CLAIMING YOU ARE HIS!

EXHIBIT C: GUILT-TRIPPING & MANIPULATING

From making you feel guilty for leaving him all alone by himself..

..to saying he might forget to eat..indirectly making you feel bad for leaving him.. literally manipulating and toying with your emotions 😭

EXHIBIT D: JEALOUS

From being jealous a lil kitty in a butler outfit because they got your attention & praise..and so dressing in a butler outfit himself..

..to directly calling you out for paying attention to others instead of him when you came back 🤭

EXHIBIT E: DRAMATIC & VENGEFUL

From being so insensitive about your mission that he hides your phone, charger and other stuff..to moving your suitcase here n there lol 😆

..to acting indifferent towards you when you come back because deep down, he's still holding a grudge that you left him 😭

..to saying it right to your face that he won't forgive you for leaving him 😭

EXHIBIT F: AFFECTIONATE & LUSTFUL

Lastly of course, the way he showers you with affection..

From licking and kissing your hand like a man(cat) starved 😩

..to giving you the most irresistible “fuck me” eyes 😳

..to shamelessly guiding your hand down towards his D..despite knowing you're in a flower shop..despite the presence of Jeremiah and a customer in the said flower shop 😭

all in all, this card is a treat, especially for people (me) who enjoy catboy/catgirl and other human x animal hybrid tropes lol..

share your thoughts in reblogs or replies..i love reading those 🫶😊

[6okuto]

Vere Relationship HCS

GN!reader | i got u anon. Shocked to see i haven't done ts relationship hcs bUT i shall link my masterlist with old hcs anyway since there's a lot of overlap. if that tickles anyone's fancy. hate that saying a little bit. anyway

Empty threats... outsiders fearful of Vere can't believe you're with him. He says he'll kill you or you'll find something dead waiting on your bed like a cat bringing in a mouse and you just Laugh and they're like ??!!?!?!?!. But they don't see his pout, nor do they care about how his tail swishes in amusement as you bite back

It's silent things! Like him making a second drink for you without being asked. Pulling you out of the way when someone's about to bump into you (and sending them a cold glare). Fixing your necklace because the clasp has circled round to the front. Etc...

Getting out of bed on a free day can be one of life's biggest challenges when you're dating Vere Touchstarved. The Clingerrr. One time he almost hisses as you try to leave and you're like Wow

In general I think Vere likes when your attention is on him. In an established relationship, you've gone through the main mess of attachment and trust issues, violence, etc. and he's very confident in your relationship and feelings. And yet. He still prefers when your eyes are on him, and in big events, if he wants your attention away from your friends and acquaintances... well!

Hrm. At the start, I imagine him going through this dip where that last point is. a super prominent Thing going on, and you're like ...? before he goes back to his usual independence.

If you go on a long trip without him, he can handle himself, but he is affected by it more than he'll admit to other people. Guy who likes playing it cool...

Surprise escape room date where Vere is suddenly the biggest threat in the room because why would you do that. You want him to. solve Multiple Puzzles? You have his company for the afternoon and You Do This? I DO THINK. Hm. You could convince him to lock in but it'll take a lot of promises. He keeps messing with you even then though. Of course. Also if it's one of the horror rooms he may or may not almost attack one of the scare actors

Asking Vere to draw things for you... He's so. You're like Don't spend long on this please and he does anyway because he's not one to half-ass anything especially if it's for you Hello?? "Do you think you could doodle this character I'm creating so I can envision them better" And he gives you a bust, full body, outfit options like oh okay hello Hello???

Intimate baths... Vere fully relaxed and you're just enjoying each other's company... Him laying between your legs or vice versa... Bubbling and foaming up his hair and making silly shapes... Exactly

Nips you when you're annoying him. LOL. Squishing his cheeks and he turns to bite your thumb. Messing with his hair while his head is in your lap and he nips your thigh or turns for your hand. Suggestive I guess but he does it while trailing kisses down from your jaw. A favourite thing to do!

Vere gets.. opinionated.. when it comes to home decor and furniture. His taste is good! It's just... you know... if yours clashes, this Ikea trip will be a test. He'll barely, if at all, help build it when you get home so you'll have needed to plan for this by calling in back-up. He'd rather offer refreshments while you're all at the peak of suffering because you can't find a screw and the parts won't sit flat against each other and

If you fall asleep on him, he Will glare at anyone who comes by and might wake you. He's very gentle with his touches, and if you could see the fond affection on his face sometimes... wow.

I think I said this in an old post but Vere falling asleep on you is soo important to me actually because he's open and vulnerable but he trusts you completely.

Big fan of those teasing condescending (??) pet names like hellooo "sweetheart." This mostly pops up when he's fucking with you but oh my goodness a sincere "sweetheart" when you go to him for comfort or catch him in a good mood... Icna'tb icantpelase

It's very important to me to imagine Vere coming to you for comfort... It's very obvious at this point when he's putting up a front or hiding something... Depending on how bad, you might wait for him to broach the topic first, playing along with his distractions. Has anyone imagined Vere crying. lol. I don't know what he'd cry about but the thought of him crying and trying to push away your affection before surrendering completely . lol. Lol. not that i care

[viiennie]

we’ve all had our tough moments. phases of our lives when everything is a bit too much to carry. you’ve had your fare share of those hardships, but ever since meeting gojo satoru, they’ve been more bearable.

not only because of the fact that you at least have someone by your side, but also because of the fact that he was always there willing to holding your hand, with that cheerful smile and those loving eyes.

when you had to job hunt and got rejected probably hundreds of times, he stayed by your side day and night, helping you with the bills and giving you comfort whenever you needed it.

when you had to grieve the loss of your childhood cat, he was there to pat your back and wipe your tears, bottles of water and snacks ready by his side.

and even when you had broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years, he was there, (although with a guiltily relieved heart) holding your hair back when you threw up in the bathroom from a hangover. he was there by your side, helping you heal, no matter how long it took.

shamefully, it took you a long time after that event to realize that you harbored deep feelings of love for your blue eyed best friend. you’d been in denial, thinking you’d rather die than sacrifice the friendship you had with him, your soulmate.

but when you had come home to an apartment full of candles and roses scattered around the floor with the phrase, “will you be my girlfriend?” decorating the living room space and a gojo standing in the middle of it all with a nervous smile and a bouquet of your favorite flowers, you had cried your heart out, enthusiastically screaming yes, over and over again as you practically pounced on the poor man, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

now, 5 years later, you lean against the doorway of a bigger and prettier house, watching as your husband fondly plays princess and dragons with your daughter, their giggles making your heart full. “daddy daddy! show mommy your make over!” your daughter would squeal, pointing at you with a wide smile.

gojo turns, his face covered in pink glitters and lipstick, a big proud grin plastered on his lips. “don’t i look pretty like a princess honey?” he asks, posing cutesy much to his daughter’s appreciation

memories of your time together with him come rushing in all at once, and you can’t fight back the tears that brim your eyes. with a quivering lower lip, you walk over and envelope your husband and daughter in a tight hug.

“i love you both so much.” you’d say with a shakey voice, tears wetting the fabric of your husband’s shirt. “i love you satoru.”

he pats your back with soft coos, “i love you too angel.” he peppers kisses all over your face, wiping the dripping tears from your cheek, ignoring the ‘ewww! daddy’s kissing mommy!’ from your child.

“and i love our little girl!” he cheers, now being the one to wrap the two of you in a soul squeezing hug.

———

a/n: i actually broke up w my boyfriend of 2yrs so i wrote this to feel better LOL

[moonsgemini]

dress - ii

summary: rafe is finally able to show his girl just how much she means to him.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, smutty smut, oral (f+m), p in v, smidge of dirty talk, praise kink, rafe, teasing, creampie (hate that), choking (nothing crazy), fluff, fem reader

wc: 3.7k

an: this can be read as a stand alone tbh, also this is my first time writing smut in a while so if it sucks girl I apologize lol I was really losing it towards the end but I pulled through. I TRIED MY BEST PLS

part one

The sunlight seeping through the sheer curtains had gently woken Rafe up. He had been dreaming about her and he wished he could go back to sleep. When he rolled over with his eyes still closed he realized there was someone next to him. He opened his eyes with furrowed brows, his confusion fading once he saw her messy hair sprawled against the pillows. The events of the night before coming back to him.

He smiled to himself feeling content. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. In her sleep she lightly groaned and pushed up against him. Subconsciously trying to get closer. Rafe could get used to this. The smell of her shampoo filling his senses, the warmth of the sun coming through her window. He didn’t even want to sleep anymore he wanted to be awake to enjoy this moment.

What if she woke up and remembered who he was or his reputation and decided she never wanted to see him again. Maybe the kiss last night was a tipsy mistake.

The girl in his arms began to stir awake breaking him from his thoughts. She hummed as she turned to lie on her back, stretching like a cat before turning to face him. Rafe could have died a happy man then and there as he looked at her sleepy eyes and the lazy smile that formed on her lips when she saw him.

“Morning,” she mumbled, almost shy.

He smiled, “Morning.”

He reached forward and brushed her hair out of her face, he wanted to see all of her. A comfortable silence fell over them as they both just observed each other. She couldn’t believe she had this greek god in her bed. Her friends were going to kill her but she didn’t care.

“So what’s for breakfast?” She asked innocently, hinting that she didn’t want the day with him to end yet.

Rafe pretended to think, “hmmm I can think of few things that sound good,” he smirked.

“Oh yeah like what?” She definitely didn’t get his innuendo.

He moved quickly to hover over her, he used his knee to nudge her legs open so he could rest between them. His arms on either side of her head supporting himself up. The closeness made her face get hot. She was suddenly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and he only had boxers on. She was in some tiny shorts and a tank top. She was grateful she didn’t wake up with a boob hanging out.

“I believe I owe you an act of appreciation,” He smirked and placed a soft kiss against her cheek. She closed her eyes and swallowed thickly, he was going to be the death of her.

“What does that have to do with breakfast?” She asked in a breathy whisper. She felt like if she talked too loud she would ruin the moment.

He placed a kiss on her other cheek, her forehead, and then her chin, “Well I see a very sweet meal in front of me. I’ve been dying to get a taste,” he placed on last kiss on her neck. This one lasting a little longer.

Her eyes fluttered closed savoring the contact, “You’re so cheesy,” She laughed softly.

“You turn me into a romantic,” He smiled genuinely and she reciprocated it.

Rafe leaned down to finally place a kiss on her lips. It was just as good as the night before, the kiss feeling like electricity. He sighed like he was finally breathing fresh air. The kiss started out soft and gentle but quickly turned into something more passionate. Like he wanted to make up for all the time they haven’t been doing this. Her hands found purchase in his hair. Tugging at the short strands when his tongue began poking into her mouth.

She had been dying to know what he tasted like and after finding out last night that he was even better than she imagined, she was addicted. She didn’t even care if she had morning breath because it didn’t seem like Rafe cared. One of his hands moved down to her waist. Rubbing up and down, his thumb catching onto her tank top and tugging it slightly. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he touched her. She moved one of her legs to wrap around his hips to tug him closer to her. Rafe hummed in satisfaction.

His hand moving to her hips and legs, touching as much skin as he could. He’d been dreaming of this for so long he wanted to savor it. Take advantage of having her here and feel as much of her as he could. He moved his lips back down to her neck needed to catch his breath.

She let out a small moan as he kissed that spot below her ear. It was like he knew exactly what to do. His kisses started moving lower. He sat up on bis knees and placed his hands on either side of her shirt. Looking at her to ask for permission, he didn’t want to mess this up. He wanted to be perfect for her. She nodded her head quickly, wanting to be naked already.

Rafe tugged her shirt off and lost his breath. He could have cum then and there. She was better than his dreams. She started getting timid as he kept staring at her. She’s slept with people before but it was never like this, no one ever actually looked at her.

He leaned forward and pressed teasing kisses on her stomach working his way up her torso. He cupped her breast in his large hand, his thumb moving back and forth over her nipple gently. He kissed in between her breasts before moving his mouth to the one that wasn’t getting attention. He kissed around it before he wrapped his lips around her nipple, his tongue moving back and forth languidly. He’d switch from licking to gently sucking. She was in heaven, feeling an immense amount of pleasure over something so simple.

“Fuck,” She muttered softly. Arching her back on the mattress to somehow get closer to him.

“You’re amazing,” He muttered as his mouth traveled back up her body. Reaching her lips once again he kissed her with meaning.

Rafe’s hand moved down to her shorts. His fingers skimmed over the top of them, fingers slipping teasingly under the band. He moved to sit back on his knees, he looked at her and groaned at the sight. Her pretty lips were swollen and her chest was moving up and down at a faster pace. Her hair messy around her. He wished he could take a picture but he knows he’ll never forget how she looks in this moment.

He began to rub her thighs before grabbing her shins and pushing her legs up so her knees were bent. He looked at her core seeing how the fabric pulled tightly against her heat. He could tell she wasn’t wearing underwear and he just couldn’t believe he was getting to have his way with her.

She had been struggling below him. Wanting him to do anything, she felt her pussy ache as he just watched her with a dazed expression. She could feel how wet she was already, she had began clenching around nothing. Just the thought of Rafe was enough to turn her on.

She sighed weakly speaking up, “Rafe please do something.”

He looked up at her and smirked, “Patience baby. Good girls are patient.” He rubbed his hands all around the expanse of her thighs. When he’d rub her inner thighs he’d purposely rub his fingers against her clit pretending it was an accident. His hands felt like heaven on her, she was so turned on any contact from him was sending her over the edge.

After what felt like hours he splayed his hand across her groin and his thumb hovered over her center. He teasingly rubbed light circles over the fabric. He could see a small wet patch in the middle of her shorts. It was feeding his ego to know she was this attracted to him. He felt like he didn’t deserve her, she was a goddess in his eyes. Everything about her was so perfect to him, even the way her body reacted to him was perfect.

“Fuck I can’t believe it’s taken us this long,” He pressed his thumb down harder making slow circles.

“I’ve wanted you for so long baby. Have wanted to make you feel good for so long,” His words and the movement of his hands caused jolts of pleasure to go through her body. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

“Oh Rafe I’ve needed you for so long,” She sighed opening her eyes to find him already looking at her. He had been watching her reactions enjoying how good he was making her feel.

She let out a small wine when he pulled his hand away but then he swiftly moved one of her legs to the other side and pulled off her shorts. He put her leg back to where it was so he was in between them again. He positioned her back to how she was with her feet flat on the bed. He licked his lips, saliva pooling in his mouth as he gaped at her glistening pussy. He had never seen anything so beautiful.

“Baby you’re so gorgeous,” He mumbled as he moved lower on the bed to lay on his stomach. His face now level with her hips. He kissed the inside of her thighs beginning from the top of the knee to where her legs met her groin. He did this on each side wanting to savor her.

She felt like she was being worshipped with the way he kissed her and touched her. Like he thought she was better than him and needed to be indulged and savored. Rafe used two fingers to run through his slit, his fingers getting coated in her arousal as he rubbed between her folds. The squelching sound turning him on even more if it was possible. Rafe felt drunk off of her.

He almost missed the pretty sounds that were leaving her mouth because he was so concentrated on the area that needed him most. She moaned and whined at the feeling of his fingers running over her. Her hands were gripping his hair. He pulled away and wrapped each of his hands around each of her thighs to spread her even wider.

Rafe leaned his head against her inner thigh as he went back to rub her clit in that way that made her eyes roll back. He would do that then move his fingers down to run through her folds to gather her wetness. He teasingly pushed the tips of his fingers into her. She let out a louder moan at this. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her. But he also wanted to tease her for as long as possible.

“You like that?” He asked not looking up at her too concentrated on rubbing circles on her clit. His other hand, that wrapped around the leg he was leaning on, reached up to cup her breast. The feeling of his fingers tweaking her nipple lightly was sending her closer to the edge.

“You’re so wet for me, you’re such a good girl.” He said turning to kiss her thigh lightly. He moved his fingers down her slippy folds teasingly until he got to her entrance again.

“Always wanna be good for you Rafe,” She whined trying to lift hips up to his fingers. If he would just put them inside of her already she’d come in two seconds.

He smiled as he slowly pushed two fingers into her, “You are good my love, the best.” He murmured as he watched some of her arousal drip down his fingers as he pushed farther in.

She was tight and warm, his dick aching in his boxers to be inside of her. But he could wait. He moved his fingers in and out slowly. His fingers curving up getting that spot that made her back arch and moans fall unabashedly from her lips. She could never reach it herself and no other partner had tried. But Rafe’s long fingers were perfect, he knew her body already.

He started to pick up the pace as her moans got louder. He could feel her walls squeezing him and that wet sounds of his movements never stopping. He lifted his head from his position and leaned forward wrapping his lips around her clit. He continued with his fingers as well.

She moaned loudly, “Oh shit I’m about to cum babe.” Her eyes were closed not being able to keep them open because of the pleasure. That fire in her stomach suddenly exploded and a tingling feeling over took her whole body. Her back arched off the bed, her legs squeezing around Rafe’s head as he relentlessly sucked and licked.

He started to slow down once she had come down from her high. He slowly removed his fingers but continued to clean her with his mouth. Not wanting to miss a single drop. After he lifted himself up to be on top of her again.

“Open,” Rafe said as he hovered over her.

Eager to obey she opened her mouth and he placed the two fingers that were inside of her on her tongue. She closed her mouth and moaned at the taste of herself on his fingers. She closed her eyes and sucked on his fingers licking him clean.

“Good girl,” He leaned down and kissed her. Her hips lifted up as she felt the tip of his dick in his boxers rub against her core. She needed him but she also wanted to make him feel good.

She pulled away and pushed his chest, “Lay down please,” she said softly knowing she would get her way with how she was looking at him. With big innocent eyes, ones he couldn’t say no to. He got off of her and laid next to her. She followed him and got on top.

y/n sat directly on his dick. His hard length pressed against her dripping core. She moaned closing her eyes leaning her head back. The feeling of him against her core was sending her over the edge. Any touch from him was making her feel like she was on fire. She leaned down to kiss him. Her hips slowing moving to grind against him, the friction causing a satisfied moan to break their kiss.

“I need to be inside of you,” Rafe said roughly, his hands gripping her hips. He pressed her down harder against him wanting more.

She kissed his chin then pressed a few kisses across his neck. Rafe closed his eyes and savored her gentleness. She continued to kiss down his chest as she moved lower. Her hands following as well as they felt the expanse of his muscular chest and torso.

She tugged at his boxers, “But I want to take care of you first,” She had a mischievous look in her eye. One that made Rafe swallow roughly.

“oh sweet girl,” He sighed, “You’re too good to me. Gonna wrap your pretty mouth around my cock?” He reached down and cupped her her face. His thumb stroking back and forth before it started tugging on her bottom lip. Y/n leaned forward with an open mouth taking and sucking on his thumb. Her tongue swirled back and forth and Rafe could have came just with that.

He knows he won’t last long if he lets her go down on him but he can’t find any words to say. Especially not when her ass is in the air as she hovers over him. Her big eyes staring up at him eager to please, how was he supposed to not let her do this?

She took his silence as a good sign and continued tugging his boxers off. His length came out slapping against his stomach. Her mouth watered at the sight, she had never wanted to please someone so badly.

She licked a stripe on the underside of his cock. Rafe let out a sigh, it felt like torture in the best way. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around him, her hand moving up and down as she got it wet. She leaned forward and took the tip into her mouth, teasing him by sucking and licking softly.

His hips moved up trying to get her to take more of him. She was killing him, he had never felt this good. She took more of him and her mouth. Threw her teasing out the window and bobbed her head up and down taking him in her mouth. Rafe groaned at the feeling of her wet warm mouth. His hands reached down to wrap around her hair and hold a makeshift pony tail. Rafe felt immediately close once he saw her swollen lips around him with drool dripping down her chin. Her eyes watering from taking him deep.

He pushed her away abruptly trying to catch his breath, “I’m literally going to cum if you don’t stop that, and I have a lot I still want to do to you.” He smirked standing up on knees and going behind her.

Rafe pushed her gently forward. Y/n went up the bed and bent over. Her ass in the air with her core on full display for him. He could see that she was still wet as her folds glistened, his ego inflated at the thought of her getting wet from giving him head. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around her clit. He sucked gently before licked a few stripes across all of her.

He pulled away and slapped her ass. She moaned softly at the feeling shaking her hips and pushing herself towards him. Rafe grabbed his length and gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with her entrance. He pushed forward slowing getting inside of her. They both moaned at the different feelings of pleasure. He was stretching her so good she couldn’t help but roll her eyes back.

He rubbed his hands all over her ass as he continued to push inside of her at a slow pace, “You’re so tight baby. So wet too fuck,” Now fully inside of her he leaned his head back at the feeling, “I’ve been obsessed with you since we met.”

He began to move his hips back and forth slowly, “Rafey you feel so good inside,” She moaned. He began to pick up the pace wanting her to be louder for him. He was hitting every spot she needed.

The room was being filled with the sounds of their moans and their skin slapping. Rafe had been waiting for so long for this and it was even better than he imagined. He couldn’t wait to give her what she deserves outside of the bedroom. He wanted to buy her everything she needed, would even get her a new house if she asked. He couldn’t wait to please her in every way.

Reaching forward he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her up so her back was against his chest. The new angle he was fucking her at felt incredible. She leaned her head back laying on his shoulder, he brought his hand around her placing it over her neck.

Rafe was in heaven, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world by being able to have her like this. His other hand reached down her stomach until his fingers were over her clit. He gathered some of her arousal and began moving his fingers in circles. An unbelievable amount of please ran through her body. She started to feel that familiar knot in her stomach start to get tighter and tighter.

“Rafe I’m g-gonna cum,” She was able to mumble out through moans. Her mind was a mess and her vision was hazy. All she could think about and focus on was Rafe. Her body fell forward so her lower half was back on the bed.

“Cum for me baby,” He said gruffly into her ear doing his best not to cum yet. She let out a loud moan telling him she was cumming. Her face was buried into the mattress muffling her cries. He felt her walls tighten around him and he groaned, leaning his head back at the feeling. He slowed his pace as she finished.

Rafe fully pulled out and gently moved her to lay on her back. He wasted no more time and pushed into her once again. She let out a gasp at the feeling of him. Rafe began to thrust in and out of her. The wet sounds from her arousal getting him even closer. Rafe groaned at the sight of her, he leaned forward and captured her lips in his.

Their tongues danced against each other. Her hands running through his hair and scratching at his back when he’d hit that particular spot inside her. She arched her back, their faces still close together. She really liked Rafe and she really hoped this would be a one time thing.

“Ah shit where do you want me to cum?” He asked as he felt himself close to finishing.

“Inside, fuck I’m gonna cum,” She whined as she felt her whole body go tingly. Her whole body on fire. She couldn’t lie that if her head wasn’t so dizzy she’d say somewhere else but she needed him in every way. And she was on birth control.

“Fuck,” Rafe’s pace picked up as he came inside of her. After finishing he slowed down, breathing heavily. He pulled out gently and laid next to her.

y/n turned to lay her head on his chest. His heart was pounding, hearing it made a small smirk appear on her lips. They didn’t speak for a couple of minutes just enjoying the silence and being close to each other.

“I really like you if I haven’t made that clear enough,” Rafe said breaking the silence.

She laughed, “I really like you Rafe. I have for a while.”

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to do something,“ He ran his fingers through her hair.

She turned to look up at him, “We’re together now.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, “Will you let me take you out somewhere nice tonight?”

“Yes of course,” She kissed one more time barely being able to because she couldn’t stop smiling.

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tags: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @kw13cheer @weareatthebadlands (if I missed you I apologize!!)

[alexanderlightweight]

Hope your day is going well!

Prompt: jealousy but stupid

These boys are both smart but irrationally jealous over an object or sensation lol

ty Anon, today was kinda rough for the whole house but we're all getting through it and Nightshade got to go out on an errand which he gets really excited about and that always makes everyone smile.

i had a lot of fun writing this prompt :) and I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

<3 lumine

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Alexander looks stunning.

He always does but not once has Magnus tired of gazing upon his features, his body clad with different clothing or bare, he is perfection incarnate to Magnus.

Now his loose curls are nearly falling into his eyes, tousled despite Magnus’ heavy hand in styling and the blooming night jasmine tucked behind his ear.  It’s to be expected though, Magnus was unable to keep himself from pulling Alexander into countless kisses even after they were both ready.

They were late, as they usually are but no one is surprised.  It’s practically guaranteed at this point.  It isn’t as if they haven’t tried to be on time.  But Magnus is weak in the face of his beloved and getting ready early just gives Magnus more time to lavish affection upon a dressed up Alexander. 

Even now, with Alexander only a few feet away as he and Ragnor playfully bicker — Magnus still isn’t sure how they sound so argumentative when they’re agreeing with each other with increasing fervor — Magnus finds himself full of longing.

Alexander’s shirt clings to his back with the covetousness of a lover and Magnus both applauds his earlier choice and laments.  It should be his skin pressed so close that not even a breadth of air lingers between them, his body keeping Alexander warm instead of silk.

It’s with a sigh that he accepts the drink Cat hands him, his eyes lingering on the mark he’d left on Alexander’s deflect rune, nearly hidden by the collar of his shirt.  

Perhaps he should have finally coaxed Alexander into wearing a collarless dress-shirt.  Something to show off the marks Magnus had left behind rather than this one that so rigidly hides away the proof of Magnus ardor. 

“Why do you even come to these events?” Cat’s voice is laughing and soft, making sure that no one else can overhear.  “You spend the whole time wishing you had him back at your lair.”

“I’m not wishing we were home,” Magnus tells her.  Abensently sipping from his glass even as he wishes his fingers could be as closely entwined with Alexander’s as the rings Magnus had asked him to wear. “

“Really?” 

Magnus finally tears his hungry eyes away from Alexander to see Cat’s eyebrow arched mockingly, her lips curved in coy smirk.

“I wouldn’t mind being back home, or somewhere else.  Anywhere really as long as he’s there with me, but that’s not why.” Magnus sighs and Cat’s eyes soften with concern at the sound of his melancholy.  Dearest Catarina knows him truly, summoning another drink for him before his first is even finished and he discards the now empty flute with a snap of his fingers.

“Alexander isn’t simply my husband at these events.  He’s also a liaison from the shadowhunters politically speaking and places like these, where diplomats aren’t normally invited, are rare opportunities for both the Downworld as a whole and Alexander.”

“And you think he’d mind if you were there for politics?” Cat asks and she’s confused because as she and Magnus both know, Alexander equally loathes being parted from him.

“No he wouldn’t mind.” And Magnus knows he’s sulking but he can’t help it.  “But Mirai contacted me and let me know that she was being flooded by fire message complaints.  Apparently he’s intimidating enough on his own, but he’s even less approachable when I’m ‘draped over him like a dragon with its hoard’.”  Catarina’s quiet snort turns into a soft melodious laugh as she gives up holding back.  

“And you can’t deny that’s true.”

Magnus sighs because while he hates admitting to causing anything that would hinder Alexander’s success, he’s hardly going to lie to himself.  Or anyone else about something he’s completely unashamed of.

“And I can’t deny it’s true. So I asked Ragnor to pull him aside for a conversation and even now they hesitate to approach him, just with me watching him.” As frustrating as it is, he’s also amused and pleased by just how well his presence protects Alexander... even if perhaps it’s unnecessary just this once.

Cat sighs and wraps her arm around his shoulders in commiseration of his sorrow.  Only Catarina and Ragnor have ever indulged him in such things and he loves them both dearly for it.

“Come over here with me for half an hour, I’ll distract you enough so he’s approachable and then you can steal him away when you’ve met your limit.  I’m sure half an hour is still enough progress for Mirai to get some relief.  Besides, Alec’s as hopeless as you are and if you stay here and make eye contact with him your little plan will really be over.”

Magnus turns back to look again, the possibility of catching Alexander’s gaze immediately far more urgent than any other thought, only for Catarina to tighten her grip. 

“Looking back will only make it harder,” she reminds him and he gives in, even as he reaches out, letting his magic connect with the various artifacts Alexander is wearing.

Even apart, at least he can be as close as his magic, especially the delicately grown jasmine fed from his own magic that lays across the shell of Alexander's ear and kisses his brow.

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this is the in his wake, petals fall verse which is very much bamf!couple malec who are the denizens of their respective fields and very much entirely enamoured with each other and Alec really like his greenhouses and his flowers and Magnus loves to indulge him so yeah that's the verse its in ^_^

[kimberly-spirits13]

How Bruce Wayne Is On Your Period

This is really just meant to make me feel better tbh- lol kill me

He won't tell you, but he knows that it's starting 

like come on- the mood swings are terrible, you get more violent on patrol (you put Joker in the hospital for a few days), you're quicker to be snide towards shady business partners, you cried when you dropped a cracker and then went right back to normal, like seriously 

When you start to get bad PMS symptoms, you don't do patrol for the week

It's hard to control feelings, thoughts, and painful cramps while fighting crime

You're basically on probation from patrol

You and Alfred make a lot of food (or Alfred makes it happily and you devour it)

Bruce tries not to stay away during patrol for too long since you start to worry about him and he really, really worries about you when you're not feeling well

He makes sure to bring home lots and lots and lots of chocolate and meds if that's what you need

Goes to your favorite bakery and gets a massive amount of whatever you want 

Makes sure that you get plenty of water

like all the water because it helps so much 

Is totally fine with you raiding his closet for any sweatpants and massive t shirts

doesn't care if there's blood anywhere or if you ruin a set of sheets

he's a billionaire, it's not a loss 

he makes sure you aren't uncomfortable or if you need space, that you have it but you know that he's there when you need 

Sometimes being around guys when you're on your period is gross and idk why it's just like ugh get away from me you trash bag 

speaking of trash bags, if anything grosses you out or starts to make you feel icky (even if it usually doesn't), he totally removes it from your presence 

for me, it's cheese and weird or strong smelling things 

or anything that looks slimy or too rough *bleh*

If you're ever feeling bloated or just really really gross, Bruce is the hype man

"no gorgeous, you're stunning, exquisite, perfect, amazing, I'm in the presence of an angel babe." he'll spin you around and press kisses all over you 

"No, don't say that about yourself, you're so pretty, you're not gross."

I mean he's like this all the time, but he'd definitely play way way into it if you're feeling down

If you're married and wearing a wedding ring, he gets the ring custom made to be adjustable incase you fingers swell 

I can see you expressing something nasty about yourself like that you hate a scar or you feel like you're stupid or something and he'll start crying when you start crying 

like don't say that dude it's not nice to yourself 

You feel like a sweaty hog because your body is pushing out blood and tissue 

you're going into mini labour, leave yourself alone

When you can't sleep, he pulls you very tightly into him and plays with your hair 

braids it into a hundred tiny braids or brushes it 

anything that relaxes you

you probably have a treasure trove of comfort movies and tv shows and if you can't sleep or just want to watch something, he'll happily stay up with blankets wrapped around the two of you and watch whatever

rubs your back and makes sure that you're taking pain medicine every few hours to stay in your system 

sometimes when he's working in the cave and you're lonely but not feeling good, you'll wrap yourself in a large blanket and sit on his lap, head against his chest while he works

He thinks you're like a cat and finds it adorable 

You basically turn into a cat for a week and maybe some change and he finds it very very funny

makes sure that there are no galas or any meetings that you have to deal with

plans events and meetings around your periods to make sure that when you're on it, you don't have to deal with high society because they make anyone's blood boil (no pun intended)

When you get mad or start crying, he doesn't take it personally at all and just lets you get it out

sometimes laying in the fetal position for a few hours and falling asleep is the best thing that can happen for periods and he will happily cuddle you the entire time, even if it's not the optimal position for cuddling 

he tries to stay as neutral as possible on subjects when you're on your period so that you don't kill someone because he seemed equally as unhappy 

trust me, period mood swings are incapacitating, it's not a snarky thing, it's just so so sosososoososososoooooooo bad

please don't talk to me when I'm in my mood swing phase, I'll accidentally insult you and then cry about it later or decide never to talk to you again 

Local villains will not pull insane shenanigans while you're on you're period because they're terrified 

Terrified. 

if batman has to call in the calvary, its the calvary call out of hell

You're busting skulls and taking names the entire time 

Bruce is scared, the villain is scared, everyone is terrified of this blood thirsty being that wants everyone to be in as much pain as they are

Bruce knows that the world is insufferable and being super hormonal and feeling disgusting and being in pain doesn't help ignoring that fact, or even just living with it

He just wants you to feel better 

Bruce gets sad when you don't feel well 😂

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Mystic Messenger Relationship Headcannons!!

[Yoosung, Jaehee, Zen, Seven/Saeyoung, Jumin]

SFW!! Romantic relationship headcannons, implied fem!reader. Also I slightly stray from good ending lore.

Tw:Life360/j

Also sorry if there's typos I don't feel like checking 😭

Yoosung 💚

Yoosung is the type of boyfriend to never stop being nervous around you. It doesn’t matter if it's because of his physical attraction to you, or just because he values your opinion so much.

He looks away from you a lot, feeling slightly insecure about his eye, but you always find a way to make him feel like the most handsome man in the world.

He has clammy hands 😭

Study dates (even if you're not a student)

Getting distracted really easily during said study dates, so they during into normal hangout sessions lol

Yoosung taking you to conventions!! You'll have to train him to get good at taking pics of you and ppl with cool cosplay fits. (Or even your own cosplay)

Lots of homemade meals when he has the time outside of school.

He is a chronic reel sender, but he only sends you nice cutesy ones. Some memes, but nothing too brain rot inducing.

Lots of rants from him about literally anything, and pouting. (This is mainly caused by Seven or Uni.)

Late night convenience store trips.

Lots of campus walks, or just attending campus events. Once again even if you're not a student you will def get some idea of Uni life while dating Yoosung.

While he's staying up late playing games you play on your switch, read, or watch Netflix. Just enjoying each other's company.

Yoosung crawling into bed, upset over a loss. He'll either join you in watching your show or watch you play your game/watch you reading.

Back seat gamer 🫠

Finally dealing with a panicked Yoosung duing finals season, because y'alls study dates were very counter productive.

Taking him to a cat cafe to comfort his L on his exams.

Jaehee 🤎

SHE GIVES THE BEST HEAD SCRATCHES!!

I feel like she wouldn't be big on touch as her love language, and not a fan of PDA. Partially out of concern of homophobes AND she just doesn't fuck with PDA like that. (However this doesn't stop you from a quick kiss on the cheek to see her blush.)

While she's not outwardly nervous around you, it is very easy to fluster her.

Once again, even tho she might not be big on touch she WILL NOT say no to a shoulder massage. I just know she carries so much tension in her shoulders.

You get to help her pick out new glasses every couple of years. They all stay pretty similar/simple.

You drag her to go get her nails done with you. (You just want her to practice self care 🥺🥺)

I fear Jaehee might suffer from beige/brown blindness and you really might need to help her with her interior design of everything 😭

Even though Jaehee would def love her cafe, I'm sure she'll still get exhausted from managing it. I feel like outside of work, she'll lean on you for a lot of the little decisions (like dinner, casual dates, etc...).

Will always come to you for fashion advice, for example when she grows out her hair she consults you about adding layers.

You introduce her to pinterest 🤭 she makes the best boards

Theater/Seeing Zen act dates lol

Getting dinner with Jaehee and Zen after, and both of you making him the best bouquet for him. (Zen loves his lesbian besties 💀💀)

You're the professional taste tester for new treats at Jaehee's Cafe.

Jaehee deals with all the Karen's/dickheads that occasionally find their way to the cafe 🙄

I luv cozy Baehee 🥰

Zen 🩶

Zen needs a LOT of attention. Seriously, it can get to be a bit much, but with some communication, he'll def learn to give you a break.

He seriously does melt at your compliments though, like a fan could say the exact same shit but it wouldn't hit the same because they're not you.

He made up needing one kiss for good luck before auditions/plays. But because he's in the theatre world he definitely started to believe his own lie because of one time you couldn't give him a kiss, and he slightly stumbled on his words. So now he NEEDS 3 kisses for good luck.

He's slightly a control freak (I'm being a bit nice here lmao) like mainly when it comes to wanting you to have the same health regiment as him.

Sassy man apocalypse 😵‍💫 like petty arguments are scary between reader and him.

Yall will definitely experience fancy, extravagant dates but I think Zen will mostly prefer and put the most effort into super casual/"normie" dates.

He would do cute tiktok trend shit too. Like the boo basket, or whatever else (I can't remember other trends)

Speaking of tiktok he would def post you and him doing cute shit.

You guys get a puppy after getting engaged/marriage and that will literally be y'alls first baby for the first few years of marriage.

Zen is touchy 😳

Zen let's you braid his hair on at home spa night.

Wait what was that? At home spa nights? Yes. Face masks, wine/champagne, whatever you want. Soft music in the background, lots of gossip.

He also wouldn't say no to you painting his nails 😗, not a promise he'll keep it on for very long though.

He wants you to do the bf blue nails, tho. you'll do it the first time, but once you remove the polish because it chipped, he expects you to do it again. (He is so serious)

"Y/n how will men know you have a boyfriend if your nails aren't blue"

"I don't think the average man knows about the bf blue nail trend..."

"Well, still 🤕 please paint them blue again"

Y'all go on summer getaways to detox from his fame. Maybe a nice few weeks in the Maldives, or a visit to a small Japanese town.

Seven/Saeyoung ❤️

Not even going to lie, Seven boarders being negligent and also a handful. It slightly gives you whiplash the first year of dating but once you help him with his work habits, it'll get better 👍👍.

He's not intentionally negligent at all!! He just gets really busy work and will hyperfocus on it. His thought process is that the fewer breaks he takes, the quicker it'll get done, but it'll end up in him accidentally ignoring you for a day.

He's good at apologies and making things up to you. There's never a dull moment with Saeyoung!!

Like Yoosung, he's a chronic reel sender, but it's cursed brain rot shit. He'll pout if you don't like each one just to mess with you.

He loves to take you on rides in his cars 🤭 especially if you're dressed up really cute. He feels like he might combust from joy. His lovely gf, and cool ass cars. 10/10 activity.

PDA with Seven is a little dangerous... hah, he's just used to being isolated all the time, so he doesn't realize constantly touching can be a bit much for others lmao. (He also just wants to show you off)

He's then put in "holding hands jail" as he calls it. And if you thought Yoosung could whine, Seven really takes the cake on this one.

Constantly asking for back rubs bc of his horrible posture. And quite frequently needs nurse reader because there's no way you're convincing me he doesn't get chronic stomach aches of eating only chips and soda 💀

You're his only hope in eating real meals.

Sitting on his lap during work 🥰

Stealing his jacket, but he gen can't tell if he's annoyed or loves you wearing it. This results in playfights over the jacket.

Board games with Saeran and him 🥺

Prank wars... this is hell for everyone in your life.

After a peace treaty to prank wars, you two become prank warlords and the rfa (yoosung) is y'alls victim.

Seven needs you in order to sleep, so if you're not sleeping he isn't 😗😗

You are his partner in crime so seriously if he has free time he will insta flock to you and beg to do something fun. Even if you're the busy one now...

Jumin 💜

Okay so there's a venn diagram of Jumin and Yoosung when it comes to the reader being their first love. Yoosung is pathetic and cute, Jumin is "nonchalant"....... However, in the middle, they are both so serious from day one in "dating to marry" 😭. Yoosung is a bit more blind puppy love with it, whereas I don't think Jumin would date anyone without seriously wanting to marry them later on.

Tldr: Jumin's feelings toward the relationship itself is intense.

I feel like it would realistically be a slow roll to him being needy. He would want to be responsible but also loving so he'll take you on nice, fancy dates. But after the first few it slightly sucks the intimacy from the dates.

He would feel it in himself because he would end up feeling unsatisfied after the dates, but he'll also notice slight disappointment from you after the same cookie cutter fancy restaurant date. He just needs more of you, and that idea slightly worries him.

Not that he thinks it's a bad thing he just doesn't want to be a freak 💀 for a lack of better words.

Feeling awkward he would ask what you'd like to do, and when he gets a "let's just have a movie night at your place!! Maybe we can make pizza too 🥰" he's a little taken aback.

1. He's not a big movie person

2. Were you going to spend the night? Was it appropriate for you to spend the night?

3. He doesn't know how to feel about pizza

4. You want to make it? Yourself?

He keeps 1, 2, and 3 to himself but he does ask for clarification about the pizza.

But once he was in the first 15 mins of the date, the intimacy was definitely there now that yall weren't in an uppity restaurant with no privacy.

During the whole date yall got to talk, and laugh and actually enjoy each other's company in a casual setting. He watched you watch the movie, and he loved seeing you play with Elizabeth the 3rd.

After a few weeks and more casual dates mixed with his kind of dates, he finally asks you to move in because he is surprisingly (to himself) desperate to have you at his home.

This would lead to a marriage proposal swiftly after you move in. He can only bend so many social rules before he starts to feel like a mad man.

Saving wedding details for wedding headcannon.

Jumin has an odd sense of humor so there's many moments where you don't catch on to his joke. Be even if you're late to understanding you still end up laughing.

He loves your laugh, it's his favorite sound equal to Ellie's purrs.

He smiles a lot more thanks to you infecting his brain.

Lots of late nights getting drunk in the kitchen, talking about life and the RFA.

Business man gossip (he does not consider this gossip and if you claim it is he will adamantly deny it.)

Ofc the obvious you are very very spoiled. Almost to the point where you have had a conversation with Jumin, letting him know he doesn't need to buy you all kinds of stuff.

(He still buys you the same amount of stuff, but he puts some time in between gifts)

No matter how much money he spends on you, his time with you is the most valuable thing and when you tell him this he may or may not add some extra vacation days just to hang out with you and Ellie 🥰

He also has many scares if you're out late or if you had to travel somewhere else for work or to visit family. He calls a lot, even during work, because he's really paranoid after the events in the game that you might encounter danger again when you're away from him. (This results in life360 for ease of mind, lmfao).

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Friends Who Share Mutual Emotions {part 3.} (housemate!harry series)

Arguments and Confessions {part 2.} (housemate!harry series)

AN: i've been in a writing mood lately so i hope you enjoy me spitting out these stories left and right lol. anyways, here is part 3 to my housemate series. before you ask, yes there will be a part 4 and hopefully a couple more after that. let me know how you liked it and make sure to leave your feedback. thank you and enjoy!

This story contains: mentions of one-night stands, confessions of feelings, slight angst, fluff

{ housemate!harry - friendrry - soft!harry - au harry }

word count- 1,372

Harry confesses that you're the women he likes and after giving you some time to think, you have an eventful conversation about your mutual feelings and how you'd like to move forward within your friendship.

Looking deeply in your eyes, Harry answers clearly, "Her name..... her name is Y/n." The weight of his confession leaves you standing in the kitchen, completely shocked. When you initially asked him about his love interest, you never anticipated that he would reveal his feelings for you. Although he described some of your qualities, you didn't think much of it, as many people can possess similar traits.

Realizing that you need some time to process his words, Harry rises from his stool and states, "I don't expect you to feel the same way about me or anything. I'll give you some space to think, alright?" With that, he turns around and retreats back to his bedroom.

Now standing alone in the kitchen, you find yourself torn about what to do. On one hand, the man who kindly allowed you to stay in his home as a housemate, who eventually became your friend, and whom you've developed feelings for, has just confessed his affection for you. It seems like the ideal outcome, but what if something goes wrong? You would risk losing your best friend and a place to live.

On the other hand, if everything goes well, you could finally experience a fulfilling relationship. You could put an end to the casual encounters and truly understand the intimacy that others have experienced in Harry's bed. You would have the opportunity to feel his touch on your skin and savor his kisses, something you had only imagined during fleeting encounters with strangers.

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You head to Harry's bedroom and upon reaching his door, you give it a hesitant knock. A soft voice responds with, "Come in." and you take that as your signal to enter. Inside, you find him sitting up in bed with his cat Pixie beside him, and the TV showing old episodes of Friends.

Approaching his bed slowly, Harry gestures for you to sit beside him. After a deep breath, you confess, "I want you to know that I have feelings for you too, Harry. How could I not? You're kind and sweet, and anyone would be foolish not to have a crush on you. But, I'm afraid."

Harry turns off the TV to focus on you. "Afraid of what, Y/n?" he asks, "We both like each other. What's there to fear?"

"It's not that simple, Harry," you respond with a hint of frustration. Why can't he see your concerns? Maybe it's a gender difference. Men don't worry about relationships as much as women do. Well at least from your personal experiences.

"Can you explain then, please? I want to understand your fears so we can move forward in a way that works for both of us."

Shifting uncomfortably on the bed, you express, "Harry, what if things don't work out between us? What happens then? I could lose a friend and I might not have enough money to cover regular rent in London."

"Y/n, our mutual feelings don't automatically require us to rush into a romantic relationship. We can proceed at a comfortable pace, one day at a time. Even if we don't progress beyond friendship, I value our bond too much to risk losin' it. As for your concern about losin' a place to stay, rest assure that I would never evict you if things don't work out romantically. You were my housemate first and foremost, and that won't change. Well, unless you want to move out someday that is."

Hearing his words have made your eyes gloss over. You can hear the sincerity in his voice and it makes your heart swell. But, you still need some clarification to move forward. "So like, where do we go from here, Harry? I don't want to think we're one thing but you assume we're something else. I don't want to constantly be questioning where we stand. What's too much or what's not enough."

Harry adjusts his posture, leaning closer to you. He carefully reaches out for your hands and clasps them within his larger grasp, holding them gently as he begins to speak. "As I mentioned earlier, Y/n, we can take this slow. Let our connection develop naturally. At this moment, I would describe our relationship as friends, but friends who share mutual emotions. And in response to a question I know you may have, no, I will not be sleepin' with anyone else. And I don't expect..."

Anticipating his next words, you swiftly interject, "No, neither am I. I mean, being involved with someone else intimately. I can promise you that. Besides, I never truly enjoyed having one-night stands. I only sought them out as a means to conceal my feelings for you. But now that my feelings are out in the open, there's no reason to hide them any longer. From now on I only want you."

Chuckling in relief, Harry murmurs, "Just me, huh?" He was incredibly anxious that you might still have the desire to sleep with other people, even though that didn't make much sense after you had confessed your feelings for him. However, he couldn't be entirely certain.

You lean forward, wrapping your arms around Harry's body, embracing him tightly. "Of course, Harry. I would never do that to you. Besides, most of the men I slept with were unsatisfactory, so I'm perfectly fine with giving up my one-night stands."

Harry reciprocates the embrace, then teasingly asks, "Unsatisfactory? Are you tellin' me those muscular, macho men you brought home hardly ever satisfied you?"

You respond, your voice filled with affection against his neck, "That's right. And when they did, it was usually because I was thinking of you."

"Alright, let's end that conversation right here or we'll have a problem on our hands and break our 'takin' it slow' rule." Harry remarks, trying to maintain a sense of caution. If you kept talking about how you always thought of him while having sex with all those strangers, he'd get hard in his pants and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable right now. Nor does he want to move that fast. Like he said, he genuinely would like to take whatever you are, slow.

You laugh at his words and playfully say, "Can we take a nap? I'm feeling tired. Didn't get much sleep last night."

Harry nods in the embrace you still hold and replies, "Yeah, we can take a nap if you'd like. I didn't get much sleep last night either."

As you sit up, you carefully shift towards Harry's side where he's preparing a space for you to rest. "Seriously?" you inquire. Although you noticed his exhaustion when he entered the kitchen earlier, you didn't consider that it might be due to a lack of sleep.

"Yeah," Harry begins to coo while helping you under his duvet, "felt awful with how I spoke to you last night. The guilt ate me alive and I couldn't sleep."

Now laying side by side, facing each other, you whisper out, "Awe, well you can rest easy now. I forgive you." As your eyes flutter shut, Harry can't help but think about how you're too far away from him. Even though you're literally just six inches apart in reality.

So without thinking, he draws himself closer to you and wraps you in his arms. Which in turn has you pressed up against his clothed chest. "Is this alright?" Harry whispers quietly. Although he wishes to take things slowly, cuddling is typically considered a leisurely activity, isn't it? It remains innocent and platonic.

"Yes, very much alright." you reply and soon after fall asleep. The musky smell Harry produces along with the warmth of his body lulls you right to sleep. It may be only nine in the morning but with your lack of sleep the night before, have no trouble falling unconscious.

Harry also falls into a deep slumber. The comfort of having you in his arms lulls him into a state of relaxation, leading him to quickly doze off. His cat Pixie has now settled at the foot of the bed, peacefully asleep alongside you both. Harry's once anxious room is now filled with tranquility. The unfolding of your friendship will become more apparent when you wake up later today.

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A Shift Occurs {part 4.} (housemate!harry series) (SMUT)

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Grazing the Fire | VII

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not a super eventful chapter im le sorry but on my LIFE next chapter is going to be *chefs kiss* i PROMISE!!! i really wanted to get some reader and world building done

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When you wake up, blurry eyed and half conscious, Nathan’s gone. The absence of him is a heavy one. It always is.

Sunlight dances through the curtains and bathes you in the glorious morning sky, and you can’t help but sprawl out into a cat-like stretch. Something crinkles in the shifting blankets, lost until you fish through the covers and find what looks to be another polaroid photo. You hadn’t seen this one amongst the others, probably stuck inside the bag and far from your prying eye. 

The photo is pretty as always. Nathan’s eye is never short of taste. It’s you, holding a bat high overhead moments from heaving it down on the poor toaster locked in your path of destruction. Poor thing never stood a chance.

Scribbled on the bottom of the photo is haphazard writing. 80% unintelligible scribbles but what you can make out is a simple message: txt me when ur fun again

 Again. Your heart stutters in your chest and warmth spreads over your cheeks, giddy. Although it was evident your time yesterday was good, to see it in writing was something else entirely. He thought you were fun.

Buzzing excitement is quick to die down, however, when you grab your phone sitting on the nightstand. Through squinted eyes, you read a message from a certain someone you hadn’t expected to hear from at all. Those warm and fuzzy feelings drop with your stomach into ice cold sweats. To make matters worse, those aren’t even the only notifications. After weeks of socials drier than a drought, suddenly your entire screen is covered in text after text from an assortment of names. 

What could have happened now? What could possibly be next for you? 

Maybe you were speedrunning this social suicide thing quicker than you’d originally anticipated. 

But then you actually chill out enough to read the first message you can focus on. It’s from Kaz, reading a simple, im so sorry. call me please. 

Your eyebrows knit together and then you see the next contact name- Lance. 

can we talk? i know you probably hate me

If you were confused before then it had nothing on how you felt now. Even more so when you realize you’ve got a social media message from none other than Victoria Chase. It’s your first and only ever interaction with the Queen Bee of Blackwell Academy. Everything you knew of her was all from afar, either out of observation passing her by in the halls or the things Nathan had told you when he felt particularly chatty. 

Clearly first impressions aren't your strong suite, but regardless she lived as something… Almost untouchable in your brain. Rich, spoiled, and talented. Throwing others under the bus to gain a step above seemed to come as easy to her as breathing, but that was the name of the game, afterall. Truly living the art-student dream and lapping up all that it had to offer. But then you also knew things that were… Sweeter. She cared for Nathan in ways no one would be able to fathom. Defended him at every turn and became something of stability for him. His smoking buddy on quiet weekends, his go-to when shit got particularly bad. So surely there was a heart in there beyond all the rich-kid bullshit. 

Either way, her text rang short and sweet. And particularly mysterious. 

your welcome. 

When you're locked into staring at the message as though somehow it would change before your very eyes, your attention shifts to another message from Lance skirting over your screen. 

i need you to call me. seriously

You almost ignore him again. It’d be so easy to- just turn your phone off or toss it to the edge of the bed and bury your head under the pillow. Whatever was going on, you surely didn’t have the energy to deal with. But you bring the phone to your ear anyways, because your anxious curiosity is mounting by the second. 

He answers on the first ring. 

For a reason you don’t think you’d ever truly be able to grasp, Victoria had been a real player for your humble little team. By the graces of god, or perhaps you were due some good karma, she’d taken it upon her own shoulders to bring the good word to light- Tate was a fucking freak. Said it with her chest and said it on her socials, even wrote it on her little white board outside her dorm door. Called him a dog chasing tail who wasn’t above being nasty to get it. 

And anyone, anyone peddling that disgusting rumor about you was nothing more than scummy. 

Lance spilled apologies like water. You nodded along with every sentence of his but man, was your brain itching to lay into him. Choice words danced at the tip of your tongue until you were forced to chew the inside of your cheek to avoid saying those pretty shitty things to your former friend. When he finished his blubbering about how he never thought Tate would do this, you found yourself at an odd standstill. 

The obvious course of action for you would be to forgive him. Swallow down all those harsh words and move on as if nothing had happened because that’s what you always did. Get it all over with and push on through this miserable arc. 

You do, ultimately, accept his apology. It’s what you do best. But fuck does it taste bad in the back of your throat. Fuck, for the first time in your life, the easy choice feels like betraying yourself somehow. Like you were better than this. He sniffles and he says thank you but your face is twisting into a scowl and your chest has actually begun to hurt with anger. Anger, and the bitter realization that was the reality of being a nobody. 

Your word meant nothing to them. It took Victoria for them to fucking believe you. 

Wouldn’t even hear you out, for god's sake. The looks on their faces drove you mad, lived within the wrinkles of your brain and followed you through your dreams night after night. 

Kaz calls you less than a minute after Lance hangs up so you know damn sure he went and told her you’ve decided to offer him the time of day. You answer again and prepare for the onslaught of sorry’s and tears. And boy, does she bring it. 

I’m so sorry, she’d hiccuped over the line. I was wrong about him. I should have believed you. 

Her woes don’t settle until the very moment you’re pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing. It was all… So much. From having to mentally relive the moments before Nathan had once again pulled you from the fire all the way through the despair of being called a liar, to now, this very moment. You should be happy. You should be feeling grateful and thanking the stars for letting you start to unbag all these horrible feelings, but you just… Don’t. 

You’re so pissed off and betrayed that you can’t even begin to want to unpackage it all. 

Through grit teeth, you tell her you get it, and then you hang up. She doesn’t bother with a follow up text.

Running a hand through your hair, you can’t help but wonder if her crocodile tears halted the very second the line dropped. If any of it from either of them was real, actually. Perhaps they’d just wanted to stay on your good side after connecting some pretty serious dots and realized you’d made pretty sizable connections in the last couple weeks. As far as they knew, you were buddying with the Academy’s princess herself, and by extension, Nathan Prescott.

And no one wanted to fuck with Nathan Prescott. 

But you couldn’t understand why Victoria would double down like this. It wasn’t entirely in your defense, as Tate was, in fact, a dog, but she had nothing to gain from bad mouthing him. Surely, surely, it had something to do with Nathan. 

Always looking out for you. Watching your back when you don’t even realize it. 

An odd limbo of emotions has you stuck in place. On one hand, it’s a downright relief to know that it was all over, regardless how you felt or not. And now it’d be that much harder for Tate to make some other poor girl a victim of his. But on the other hand…  On the other hand, you wanted to throw your middle fingers up and lay into your former friends like they deserved. They’d left you at your worst and turned a cold shoulder to someone in need. Made you feel like the bad guy after getting roofied. 

You spent most of your nights praying to god that Tate would be struck by lightning. That, and that somehow your friends would open their damn eyes and realize what they’d said and show up with ice cream and movies. Back then you’d have let it all slide just to have them back. Friends, some harmless fun. A sense of belonging. But they never did. Not until now, when the words came from a different, better voice. 

God clearly was not on your side. Not in those regards, anyways, because ultimately despite it all you ended up with Nathan every single time. In his bed, in his truck, tucked into his bag small and laminated and frozen in time forever. Eternalized. Nothing ever truly felt real like it did with him. Nothing was out of obligation, or some mandatory upkeep to stoke the fire of friendships. Just real, raw, fun. 

So maybe God was on your side, after all. Maybe he’d been trying to rattle sense back into you this whole time, teach you to control the reigns of your own life for once. 

The last time you’d felt anything even close to the fire of Nathan was all the way back in highschool. Your childhood friend was that of teachers' nightmares- hot tempered and outspoken, giving the school a run for its money and standing up for you when you’d refuse to do the grueling work yourself. And when you’d try to drag her away with your tail tucked between your legs, she would stand tall. For you. Because she knew that under all your layers of timidity, there was a roaring sea of festering frustrations. She knew it before you even did, and she tried to help it find its way out in vain. 

You were well and truly closed off. And fuck, afraid, to make the noise. 

You struggled with it all four years, and you struggled even worse during graduation when she announced she’d be carted off to California for college. She begged you to come, told you it’d teach you all kinds of things, but… You just couldn’t. Your mom had already gotten you set up nice and tight with Blackwell, and she had such high hopes for you. 

You couldn’t bear to disappoint her, could you?

And so, when summer break rolled around and she packed the last of her boxes into her little truck, you realized you no longer had the cloak of her protecting you. That, and you realized she had lived her days to their fullest and you had almost nothing to show for yours. Decent enough grades but that was about it when your only friend vanished into thin air. You had been too afraid to rock those boats, you couldn’t even understand why she would want to rock the boat in the first place. Why she never gave a shit when her locker was vandalized, and why she barely batted an eye when her backpack was sent sprawling along the hallways floor gutted and ruffled.

You just didn’t see life the way she did- exciting and bright. Something to love and tame. 

But… Maybe you were starting to get it now. Apparently you have a tendency to gravitate towards those raising hell and fire at every turn. Real and unapologetic and so unlike you. 

At the edge of your bed, your phone calls to you. 

Maybe sometime you’ll give her a ring. You’d texted her here and there, had a few decent conversations, but you hadn’t yet gotten the drive to actually sit down and call her in quite some time. For the first time in your life, you were occupied and you were busy. And this time you had stories of your own to tell. 

For now, you toss yourself out of bed and resume your earlier stretch. Joints pop, your lower back cries out in distress. The usual.

Class would be starting in little less than an hour which left you just enough time to hop into the shower and get dressed in whatever you found hanging up. The entire time you rehearsed what you would say if you happened to bump into Victoria- if she even would acknowledge you at all. You were stuck between the grateful thank you and confusing why. Of course you knew deep in your heart that it involved Nathan. Everything good always does, it seems. But you wanted to hear it. 

Anxiety bubbles up in your chest as your daily routine comes to a finish. Hair, teeth, grab your bag and your keys. Just like any other day. Except today was going to be anything but, you think. You know. You can feel it in your heart and you can hear it in hushed voices as you walk by the other students. Since the beginning of it all, to them, you had been a lying whore. And now, you were the victim. 

There were so many roads you could take to navigate it. Accept all the apologies and carry on, the easiest route. It was tempting, all glowing signs and arrows pointing to the least resistance. But the other route beckons you from somewhere deep within the bowels of your gut. Something irritated and hurt, makes you want to tighten your fists at your side and tell them all to fuck off because they were just as bad as your former friends. 

There’s two girls standing at your locker when you approach, all fidgety and off putting. You recognize one of them to be the always lovely Dana Ward. Beside her is a taller, fair-faced stranger with a simple blonde bun. As soon as their eyes lock onto you they give you this awful, almost dramatical frown of sadness. 

Here we go. 

“Hey,” Dana starts. “I just heard about the Tate stuff. You are so strong.”

Nathan’s voice pipes up from somewhere in the backside of your brain. He begs to speak on your behalf, struggles to get past your lips and shout them down for assuming a liar out of you til’ now. But, god help you, Dana is a sweet person and her friend isn’t giving you any real reasons to snark away your exasperation.

Her lips press into a tight line and then she speaks again to hopefully cut through the silence. 

“I knew he was a creep. One time he cornered me in the pool and got all weird on me because I wouldn’t give him my number. Total freak behavior. 

Nathan’s voice within you quiets down to an indistinguishable whisper, gone when a lance of pity pierces holes through the anger. 

“Fuck him.” You throw your locker open and shove your bag inside. “He’ll get what’s coming, I bet.”

“Oh, he’s getting it alright.” Dana’s friend chirps, and you raise a brow. She merely nods towards the other end of the hallway.

Following her eye line, you see it down at the last set of lockers. A locker adorned in big red letters, littered with sharpie and marker and words you shouldn’t repeat on school grounds. Tate’s locker. Out of all the words, from where you stand, you can only clearly see a few. 

Rapist. 

Freak. 

Even more writing in other fun colors. 

Asshole. 

Fuck you. 

A force beyond the beyonds pulls the corners of your lips upwards, and with it, a rush of joy that plants itself into the fields of your heart and blooms satisfaction within your veins. You feel it in waves, almost. And it burns so good on the way down that you can’t stop yourself from grinning. A single chant rolls through your dome of a skull, echoing off the fishbowled walls. 

Fuck you, Tate. Fuck you. 

A written chorus of your defence and his misdeeds. It felt too good to be real, almost, like somehow surely things couldn’t have changed so much in just one night. 

But then reality sinks in again. Because yes, it all did change overnight, and it was all just Victoria. 

All the nights spent staring up at the ceiling wondering how your friends could side with such a nasty person, why they wouldn’t even hear you out over something so dire. Attacking your character. Reinforcing the way your brain preferred to just do things like it always had, in silence and in private. 

So even when you’re feeling light on air there’s still shit mucked up underneath it all. A chamber of anger and the smoldering infestation of bitter beneath your skin. Your court doesn’t feel so empty anymore, but any gratification spars with years of emotional self-neglect. 

Was this what it was like? Was this the moment your friends fought for? Fiery passion, waves of rage garnished with fleeting blips of pride?

All the overstimulating noise of Blackwell fades into nothing within your ears. Silence from all angles. Dana nudges your arm and she says, I’m here for you, before she’s gone just as quickly.  You’re alone again in your thoughts. Per usual. The class bell rings through the busy halls, and all that’s left to do is find your way to class and see how the rest of the day would unfurl. 

Although you feel like you’re a war ground of pesky emotions, there’s an obvious pep to your step when you wind through the halls and slip into your classroom. It only takes a second to settle in, the sun beaming in through the massive windows and warming you golden from the inside out. Nearly intoxicating. 

The teacher's voice seems even further away than usual. 

--

Adrenaline ebbed into neutrality, and with it, all those shiny new feelings. By the time your first period was up, the stress of it all began to mount all over again. Class dragged by as it always did, the droning tone of your professor rambling on and on about things you really didn’t have the energy to care about and a melody of whispering chatter behind you. All the same. Like somehow, nothing had changed at all, actually. You’d almost believed it to be true, too, until you realized the scene sitting directly in front of you. 

April and May were taking special care to avoid any sort of contact with you, barely even murmuring amongst themselves when usually they’d be told more than once to pipe down by the teacher. It was quite the sight, the two of them. Frozen with eyes trained forward as though any movement would have you swinging at the back of their heads. 

Or perhaps delivering another round of stink to their rooms. 

If you weren’t sopping wet in the bath of stress, you’d surely have laughed. But you are, so you don’t. You just sit there watching numbly as life goes on, glancing between the fuzzy board scribbled with today's lesson and then the wind dancing through the tree leaves outside. And then you start to get angry, again, because you should be enjoying this. You should taking pictures and marking the date on your calendar- the day those two bone headed fucks left you the hell alone. 

This was what you wanted, right? To be left alone.

So why did it feel so heavy in your gut? 

Professor allows your class to talk amongst themselves for a short break, and suddenly voices from all angles are striking you at once. It’s easy to tune into a select few: vortex party details, weird graffiti in the mens room. Meeting up for dinner after class and going to see that new movie everybodies talking about. Apparently someone was throwing a super exclusive party at the edge of town. 

All just a bunch of random bullshit. 

When the lecture picks back up to finish its final run, it’s hard to focus between the stink of lingering, washed-out skunk in front of you and the ongoing chatter behind you. Not to mention the fact that you really, really, could not care any less about today's lesson. 

It’s been a minute since you cared about anything school related, now that you’re thinking about it. Other than straight up getting there on time, you never found yourself paying attention like you used to. It was all just muddled together, your mind far away but nowhere all at once. 

Your mother would surely have a fit knowing her child was so far out of it she wasn't even in the same vip code any longer. 

A part of you feels bad. A part of you always feels bad for something, and this time around it’s this gnawing guilt reminding you what you’re jeopardizing. Your education, your future. A perfect and simple future where you graduate Blackwell and haul your ass back to your hometown where you settle into a lovely job and an even lovelier two-story home wrapped in picket and doused in beige. 

You were lucky to be here- you knew that. Your mom did everything she had to do and clocked in the overtime to see to it you’d attend a good college. One that would have you skipping down the road of success. And she sent you off with a smile of pride so bright it almost covered hints of regret entirely. 

At the time, you’d believed those pinprick tears were that of loss, grieving your time together until you were back home. But now you recognized it- jealousy. Bittersweet, but jealousy nonetheless. 

Blackwell was your mothers dream college. She told you of her plan to be a professional writer living out in the hills of France or somewhere buried into the heart of a lovely little town out in the country. She’d almost made it, too. Got accepted and everything and prepared to leave home with nothing but a prayer and a dream in her pockets.

 But then, she, well… Had you. And, in her words, all those frivolous ideas went right out the window when you were plopped into her lap after a grueling two full days in labour. Her little angle, her little miracle. 

Her mini-me. She knew deep in your heart you were going to be perfectly wonderful. 

So she laid your life out like an outfit at the edge of your bed. It was easy to wear, easy to let it all be done and set right for you. Beauty pageants, enough after school activities to drive a carney mad. Rather it be out of laziness, or because you never truly did develop a spine of your very own, it was just so easy to ride the wind of her sail. 

Years and years and years spent in placid silence. Your own inner turmoil went unnoticed by most, pretty much only barking out when you really, really couldn’t stand it anymore. Some people really knew how to push the right buttons like that. But, you always took the path of least resistance, because you knew it was best for you. You hated attention, anyways, and if you were being honest, sometimes when you made choices you heard your moms voice before your own. 

You aren’t sure what changed within you. What fire had been lit. But something from the very depths of your soul has started crying out for your attention. It begs to rip through the mask of isolating cowardice and lash out in all directions. It’s strange, you can’t seem to remember a time in your life where you’d been so… Frustrated. Or, at least, you can’t seem to remember a time where you actually allowed yourself to work through it. To really sit down and simmer and feel it in its entirety.

Maybe you were losing your grip. Maybe everything was starting to become so clear yet so muddled at the very same time. 

Maybe Nathan was right. Blackwell does bring out the worst in everyone. 

---

Class finished up as the morning sun lit fireworks of gold over the dewy window glass. Students filed out one after the other once the bell rang but you chose to linger and admire the beauty unfurling before you. Such a seren sight, you wished you could feel the same way. Lighter than air and peaceful.

“... -and I, no, we, just wanted to say we were sorry.”

 A bird lands on the edge of the sill before it once more glides into that open sky. 

“Um…”

It takes a blink or two before you even realize there’s someone talking to you, let alone realizing there’s now two figures lingering a foot away from your seat. Once you fall back in reality, however, you don’t even have to think to recognize the awful sound of your least favorite sisters. 

April and May straighten their backs when you catch their gaze. You’d never seen spines so flaccid rip to ramrod straight so quickly in your life, like you’re a particularly mean spirited drill sergeant. 

“That was seriously fucked up of us, we just, like, we get it now.” May’s tone always makes you want to peel off your own skin. Luckily before you do, her sister takes over, softer this time. 

“Are we like… Cool?”

The rough translation: please don’t skunk us again. 

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that it hadn’t even been you. Nathan had taken it upon his own independence to come at them like some sort of attack dog. Not to mention Victoria deciding to cover your other corner. 

Out of everyone who decided to give you trouble for no good reason, April and May deserved what came to them. ‘What’ lingered with them in the form of an everlasting stink. Your friends had done you dirty but what would come to them, would come to them outside of your influence. But you were all too willing to sit back and watch the effects but damn, April and May were just so nasty. And It was lovely to watch them sink down a peg or two. Or twelve.

Even nicer to see them wait on your word. Pride seeps into your membrane but it’s ugly and it’s devious, downright malicious when you lean back into your seat with a click of your tongue and their expressions fall. 

It feels good. 

You only let them dangle there in suspension for a few moments. 

“Yep.” You shrug flatly. “We’re good.” 

They huff out the breaths they’d been holding. 

“Thanks,” April swallows. “If you like, ever need anything, reach out, okay?”

It takes everything in you not to laugh at their face. But you manage to tighten the reins on your own lead and instead offer nothing short of a curt nod. The unimpressed look on your face doesn’t go unnoticed, however, and they scurry out of the room before the tensions have the chance to rise again. 

You have to sit back to take it all in. Really let yourself linger in it, the feeling of having an ounce of power. Being seen. The edge of it all was thrumming underneath your skin. Real power, like if you hadn’t told them they were in the clear they’d have dropped dead right then and there. The fact that they felt the need to even be cleared at all was so foreign to you it almost felt like it wasn’t real, but instead was just some coping daydream you’d concocted to make your sorry self feel better. 

But it was real. And it was delicious in the most stomach churning of ways. Until a few moments later, when you realize you’ve only just finished your first hour. 

By the time you heave yourself to your feet, the next round of students have begun to trickle in. The hallway isn’t so busy now that it’s been a few minutes and you meander your way to your locker. You routinely swap your books around and sling your bag back over your shoulder but then something’s stopping you, this lingering turmoil that makes you glance up at the clock and cringe at the hours remaining. 

You feel awkwardly visible now, eyes catching you as they go by. Whispers and quiet chatter next to half opened lockers, hushed when you come within distance. A couple more scribbles on Tate’s locker and memories of his obscured face before you had collapsed into a heap of unconscious mess. 

You can’t find it in yourself to get to your next class. Not yet, anyways. Instead your feet find themselves planted in the girls bathroom as a last ditch effort to give yourself one hell of a pep talk and to get your damn head in the game. A distraction, something to take away the throb starting to knock away at your skull. There was no time to be this flustered, nor was there time to somehow be this drained at the same time. 

Those feet of yours stop, however, when you swing the door open and wouldn’t you know it- the queen bee herself. It’s not the first time you’ve seen her, but it’s the first time you’ve been in a room alone with her. She’s everything you expected of Blackwell's best. Talls, skinny, perfectly pleasant to look at with the brains to match. 

There isn’t a hint of acknowledgement. She’s craned forward and plastering lipstick over her lips so smooth it’s like she’s done it a million times before. Barely even spares you a glance when she straightens his spine and clicks the lipstick’s cap on. For some reason you almost feel as thought you’re intruding even though it’s a public bathroom. She has a way of doing that, you’ve heard. Owning the spaces she took up. You almost apologize for daring to even walk through the door, any confidence you’d gained shattered in just her mere presence. 

When your mouth opens to speak, she cuts through the silence. 

“So. Feel better?” You search for words to say. She just takes the silence once again, sighing. “How’s it feel knowing everyone here feels like they owe you some grand apology?” 

Her tone is unreadable. Somewhere between a taunt but not quite so malicious. Finally, sounds leave your moving lips. 

“...About the Tate shit?”

“Duh.” 

“Well, yeah. I guess. I didn’t really want an apology from everyone. Just got under my skin that he got off scott-free.” There’s a weight in your chest, your eyes falling to the floor. “And pretty much no one believed me.”

Victoria sighs again and drops her lipstick into her makeup bag before she fishes out a tube of mascara. “Yeah. Welcome to Blackwell. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“...Thanks.”

Victoria’s leaning forward into the mirror once more and applying thin layers of mascara. You, for some fucking reason, are caught in a trance. There’s this sense of… Effortless perfection about her. Like everything she does is right, meanwhile you’re just twiddling your thumbs and standing there like some lingering creep. Something nags at you, though. Just loud enough to have you starting the conversation back up.

“I gotta ask, though,” You start. “Why did you suddenly go and post all that stuff about him? Why do that for me?”

“Who says it was just for you? Self-centered much?” She turns around so quickly her hair has to catch up, and it makes you almost take a step back. But then she leans on the sink with one hand and gets eye level with you. For a moment, you’re sure she’s about to lay into you. Instead, she smirks. “I did it cuz’ Tate’s a fucking asshole who had it coming.”

It’s a little harder to breathe when she’s a mere few inches from your face. When she backs away and looks you over curiously, you’re unable to hide the confusion among your apprehension. She faces the mirror again, the air changing by the second.

“Look, I know you’ve been hanging out with Nathan.” She says quietly. It’s almost like you’re getting caught, like for some reason she wasn’t supposed to know. You open your mouth to speak but she stops you again successfully for the second time. “He’s… seemed happier.”

Now you’re stunned all over again. 

“Happier?” You ask, and she nods absently. 

“You know, sometimes he can’t go a week without-...” Her lips press into a tight line, choosing her words. “He’s just got a lot of vices. He has a hard time. I know you know that.”

Victoria Chase is actually leveling with you. It’s both an honor, and unnaturally anxiety inducing. 

“...But he’s been doing better and the only thing that’s changed is, well,” She eyes you through the mirror. “You. So…”

So consider it a thanks. 

She’s casually dabbing eyeliner and clearing away smudges like it’s some casual Tuesday, but you can hear the sincerity in her tone. Nathan clearly means a lot to her, beyond the rich-kid connection bullshit. You knew it by the way Nathan spoke about her, but it was so different to see it in person. 

It’s still like being struck by lightning when you hear it, though. You’re affecting him, noticeably. You’re softening those harsh edges of his and you’re making him happier. 

“I’m glad he’s doing better.” Even though your heart is starting to pick up its pace thrumming in your chest, you feel the corners of your lips lifting into a smile.

“Yeah.” Fingers swiping away lipstick outside the lines. “Oh yeah, by the way, you should stand up for yourself.”

You blink up at her. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, please.” Victoria actually rolls her eyes at you, watching through the mirror. “Stop letting those stupid hipster bitches walk all over you. They’re all phonies trying to overcompensate the fact that they’re going totally nowhere in life.”

Funny. You almost feel like you could say the same thing about yourself. 

Maybe Victoria can read your thoughts. Maybe she’s just that good at reading people, because she quickly adds, “They wouldn’t know the real thing if it hit them in the face.” 

Implying that you’re the real thing. You, with your average life, even more average bank account, mediocre grades and no clear direction in life beyond that of other people's dreams, are the real deal. It almost makes you laugh how quickly the imposter syndrome seeps in.

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh. “I guess I’m not too great at standing up for myself.”

“Nathan says otherwise,” She giggled. “Where did that energy go?”

“...What has he said?”

“The diner, and the night he broke into Frank’s trailer. I can’t believe you let him into your room like that.” 

“He broke into someone's house?” You stare at her. The blood on Nathan’s clothes the night you let him slither his way into your room for the first time. 

Victoria shrugs. “Frank’s a sleazeball. I’m sure Nathan had his reasons.”

He always did, didn’t he?

“Anyways,” She starts again. “You have to start standing up for yourself.”

“I forget how, sometimes.”

“That’s why no one gives a shit what you have to say.” It’s so blunt it almost makes you retch. “Well, used to not give a shit. Now you’re talk of the town. So make some noise.” She peeks at you from over her shoulder, this glint in her eyes. “Bite back a little. Trust me.”

“The last time I bit back at someone, was, well…”

You have to chew the inside of your cheek

Nathan. The only one to really have you baring your fangs and barking back, getting shitty and mean. Ironic, considering he was probably the last person in Blackwell you shouldn’t have been going toe to toe with. God, you hadn’t felt anger like that, sitting at that diner trying to mind your own damn business and then suddenly he’s cutting a rug right to your table. He practically siphoned it out of you, his very presence phasing through every filter you hid behind. Maybe it was because the first time you saw him, he truly did stop you in your tracks. All of his anger, all of his rage, and yet somehow… You still saw something more in him. 

Seeing him with his camera all those months ago only solidified your wandering thoughts.

But then he found you at that damned diner and the weird illusion you’d created of him shattered in a thousand pieces. And it pissed you off so badly that you even gave him any thought at all. 

You had been new to school with little to no friends. Nothing to prove, nothing to gain but a dream that was never in yours in the first place. Years of suppressed frustrations festering under the skin of a perfectly little meek thing that Nathan somehow, in minutes flat, decimated. 

Never even saw the you that everyone else did. Never took you as weak, saw everything underneath right from the jump. You aren’t sure if Victoria shares the same thoughts, eyeing you up like she isn’t sure herself. But something about her, despite being his right hand, is blaringly noticeable: she’s got both of her feet on the ground. She’s stable- firm in her stance and running a tight ship. 

“Well?” She urges. You shrug again.

“I barely ever get like that. Does sarcasm count?”

“Sarcasm is a defense mechanism for weak willed nobodies.” It flows from her with ease and strikes you directly in the ego. “And for people who, like,” Once again her eyes flick from your head to toe. “Don’t give a shit about themselves.”

Your cheeks heat. “Ouch.”

“Look, I’m not saying you don’t give a shit about yourself. You just kind of look like it. But you totally have potential. Put on some make up, some better clothes, and try to look way less miserable inside.”

“Hey, I do try.”

“Really?” She shakes her head and laughs a pretty little giggle. “I’d hate to see what you look like when you’re not trying.”

It’s a joke. A real joke, and you should be insulted but you aren’t- in fact you’re quite the opposite. Charmed, almost. A breath of ease slips from your lips and with it goes the tension in your posture. 

“Got any tips then? What am I doing wrong?”

When Victoria turns to face you, she’s nearly glowing. “You sure you wanna wake the beast?”

“...The beast?”

“The beast.”

“Alright…” You swallow. “I mean, sure, go for it.”

And boy, does she release the beast.

“Well let’s start with the hair. When’s the last time you got a trim?”

“It’s been a while. I’ve been busy.” 

“Right.” Her arms cross. “Now, how about your posture? You look like a shrimp. I certainly wouldn’t take you seriously with that obvious lack of confidence and god, those clothes. Do you even own anything made this year?”

She’s not even letting you get word in- but even if she did, there was nothing you could say to even defend yourself. She was right and you both knew it. You felt like you had the back of a shrimp, and you owned maybe three or four complete outfits from thrift stores back home. 

“You look like you haven't slept in weeks and you don’t have any confidence.”

Unless it was out of blinding rage, apparently. 

You gape at her and she just tilts her head. 

“Too much?”

“Holy shit,” You’re still stuck staring and taking in the reality that you really could use a makeover. Shockingly your voice is miles more upbeat than you’d thought it would be, almost a borderline laugh. “You weren’t kidding. You are a beast.”

“Gotta’ be.” She hums. 

“My hair kinda just does it’s own thing, and I’m not gonna’ pretend I don’t like my clothes. They’re comfy. But maybe I could give make-up a shot or something.”

“What, scared it’ll bite?”

“Kind of.” A grimace crosses your features. “I fucking suck at putting it on. Never looks good on me.”

“Oh, shut up. You just don’t know what you’re doing.”

Bafflement doesn't get the chance to hit you before she’s pushing off the sink and standing before you. Her perfume is light and floral, and when you blink up at her she’s got this look in her eyes that you can't quite place. The makeup bag makes yet another appearance. 

Victoria tucks the bag under her arm and those nimble fingers find your chin, lipgloss hovering above your lips. 

“Oh you don’t have to do that-” 

“Don’t talk or you’ll fuck it up.”

Her tone could cut so you try your damndest to keep the wiggling at a minimum while she paints you as an artist would their canvas. This close, now, you can see the way her gaze locks into focus. Quick, subtle blips of satisfaction cross her features before they fade into concentration just as fast as they came. When she’s good and done, she swaps the gloss out for mascara. 

It tickles your waterline. Sits heavy on your twitching lashes and she has to swipe away the smudges you create as they come. Her work must be free of flaws, perfect as it can be, and when she feels you’ve met the quota she nods to herself a job well done before she sighs out a smile.

“There,” She hums. “All we did was two small things and you already look like less of a zombie. It really is easy, you know. Step one is to just… Don’t suck at it.”

“I think I failed step one.” Victoria stands before you, blocking your view of yourself in the mirror.

“Then learn. Here,” And before you know it, she’s shoving the bottle of mascara in your hands. “I’ve got like ten more of these. The lipgloss stays with me, though. That’s limited edition.”

Because of course it is. 

The school bell strips you of your chance to thank her, echoing loud and demanding overhead. The sound rivets off the bathroom walls and reminds you that you’re probably going to be late at this rate. Victoria simply spins on her heel towards the mirror, fixes the last few details of her look, then makes quick steps towards the door. 

“Uh-” You call. “Thanks for helping me. And for the makeup tips, and, stuff.”

Victoria’s back is to you, but you can see the pause she takes. The beat of silence passes before she glances at you over her shoulder. 

“...Sorry Tate tried to roofie you.”

Her compassion, still, finds you off guard. As does the softness in her tone- gentle and empathetic. The mental image of her you’d been building in your mind changes by the second, a full picture coming into display. 

You swallow. “It is what it is. I owe Nathan for it, he pretty much saved the day on that one.”

Victoria opens the bathroom door, the muffled chatter and footsteps now seeping through the gap.

“He trusts you, you know.” She says. “Don’t fuck it up.”

And then she’s gone. The click of her heels disappears into the symphony of Blackwells hallways. When the door shuts, the silence that overtakes you is almost jarring. The faucet drips, heat clicks and pushes through the vents overhead. But ultimately your goal was met- you came looking for a distraction and damn did you find one. 

For the first time since Victoria had started on you, you get the chance to see your own reflection. 

Her craftsmanship is one of legends. Soft and subtle, but not so much so that it goes unnoticed to the untrained eye. Thicker, darker lashes that flutter with each blink. Glossy lips that catch the light and seem to sparkle beneath it. Even under the harsh LED of the girls bathroom, you can see the difference. It almost takes your breath away.

For the second time now, you feel beautiful again. 

Beautiful enough to offer yourself a half-cocked grin and walk out into the halls with your head held just a little bit higher. The melody of students rushing from room to room, the slam and click of lockers opening and closing at all angles, it all becomes less like nails on a chalkboard and more like… White noise. A hum and bumble that's growing further away by the minute as your thoughts take over. 

You spend the rest of your time mentally thanking Victoria for her generosity. You even spend a couple minutes of class still thanking her, rolling your phone around in your hands wondering if you should text her until the teacher declares all electronics to be put away. 

Once more you find yourself more interested in what's going on outside than inside. The teacher prattles on about atomic energy but you’re too busy imagining how the breeze would feel running through your hair right now. How the sun would be so warm, how today would be the perfect day to go for a cruise along the ocean line. Perhaps the last few days of excitement with Nathan had spoiled you.

A couple of your teachers had noticed the changes in you growing by the weeks. A few asked if you were feeling alright, if you were burnt out. Your math teacher even suggested you see the counselor and discuss why you were lacking. As invisible as you were, you were always a good student first and foremost. Rarely left homework on the back burner, showed up on time and did your work and left when you were dismissed. 

You were slipping. You could feel it in your bones. 

And the scariest part was that you were starting to struggle to even care. 

You’re starting to have these creeping thoughts winding through your brain like vines. Or, perhaps, like poison seeping through your bloodstream. A single thought is recurring in its wake- do I even want to be here at all?

Pieces of your shell are starting to crack open, you think. And all those ugly feelings you were sure to snuff away were crawling through the cracks to rear their even uglier heads. It’s a special kind of guilt that fights wars with your growing independence. Parts of you you'd had yet to meet were tracking dirty footprints through the home of your mind. Some scarier than others, you find, angry and heated with a trigger-like temper, but you nonetheless. 

You were so lucky to be at this school and yet every hour skipped and spent fucking off doing god-knows-what was like glimpsing into a better future. It’s almost ruining things for you, in a way. All the things you could be doing but instead you’re stuck at a table listening to the same lessons over and over again. 

School was never something you particularly enjoyed, but god, had it always been this fucking boring?

Boring from the moment you walked in, boring at lunch, boring when you check your phone and see notifications from a dozen names yet none of them are who you want to hear from. 

You’re bored as the afternoon overtakes the morning and the midday sun is blazing gold along the chalkboard. 

Bored all the way til’ the very moment the final bell rings and you’re free to go. It almost numbs all those horrible, mixed feelings that ripped you up on the insides as you pass by countless scurrying students desperate to feel the warm air on their skin. 

So criminilay bored all the way to the girls dormitories and now, hours later in your dorm, you’re staring up at your ceiling and wondering how a single day could go on for so long. Music and muffled conversations are echoing through the halls to welcome the weekend. Every moment passed like lingering eternity, but you’d popped the window open before throwing yourself onto your mattress and the wind is fluttering through the curtains like little wings. Evening birds chirp and glide along the breeze. 

Nathan finds himself to the forefront of your mind for the thousandth time that day. You wondered what he was up to. The day had fallen, but the night would soon be and with it bringing who knew what. A part of you stares at that window and wishes he’d somehow be there knocking away at the glass and demanding you come out with that shit-eating grin of his. You’d roll your eyes and tell him to take a hike, but he wouldn’t. 

A fun game you grew to enjoy as the days came to pass. 

You sigh as a heaviness settles into your gut. 

He would walk right in like he owns the place and settle right beside you, reeking of weed and cigarettes. And cologne, of course. A subtle scent that you think you could pick out of a crowd by now. Smooth, woodsy. Just a hint of citrus. God, he even smelled rich. You wanted it all over your room.

All over you. 

The rhythm of your heart picks up in tandem with your fingers twitching to grab your phone. The way you swipe away all those messages begging for your attention is automatic, as is the way you click on the only name you truly wanted to hear from. 

You don’t give yourself the time to hesitate, but you’re stopped regardless when the phone rings to life in your hands.

[d0g-water]

OMG FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR QUACKITYYY ^.^

could you do a top Quackity x ftm bottom male reader?? In which reader still lives with his parents (cause loser lol) and they fuck in his room but they can’t be loud because reader’s parents could hear them? LOVED YOUR LAST ONE SHOT BTW (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

quiet... (alex x ftm!reader)

your parents are the best thing you have along with your boyfriend. your parents are very supportive on your journey to transition. you parents accept you. they love you. they're okay with whatever you want to be...

however, they especially love alexis. they loved him since the start. when you first brought him home, he was the sweetest man they've ever met, and still talked about him after he left.

they love when you bring him over, they love that you're dating him, and it's so much that when he comes to pick you up they at least want to say hi to him.

this is just another one of those days where alex is over to spend time with you after a trip, but it felt a little different- he was away for a longer duration than before... he hardly texted you either.

this business trip was bigger than the other ones. he was participating in a huge project ran by one of his spanish speaking friends.

he looked pretty tired during the streams. you know how much he struggles with adjusting to different time zones and environments. it only made you long for him home even more. you wanted him with you in your arms, keeping him warm and comfortable in a more peaceful milieu.

of course, you'll get you want...

maybe.

"do you need anything else, alexis?!" your mom asks him for the billionth time, "we have plenty of water and snacks! don't be afraid to ask!"

"mom!" you grumble all annoyed and embarrassed, "he's fine! he just needs rest..."

"well, you don't know if that's the only thing he wants!" she says.

you can just feel that alex is going to tease you about this the second your mother leaves the room. he knows how humiliating it is for you to still live with your parents, and having to deal with them like they're your children whenever he's over. despite all the offers he's given you to help you move out, you want to do it independently. having a rich boyfriend sounds great and all, but when it comes to actually having one, draining a dollar within a milisecond makes you feel guilty. so you've decided to stay at their house until you officially have the funds to live on your own.

"thank you, but i'm alright." alex answers your mother's question with a soft smile, "i just want to take a little nap."

your mother hesitates for a second, before realizing that he might really be tired from the event he was invited to. so, she lets him be.

"just let me know if you need anything, alright, lexie?"

that stupid nickname makes you snort, but you pretend it didn't so alex doesn't yell at you. he assures her that if he ever wanted something he'd tell her right away, so she can leave you two alone.

it took a minute, but when she finally closed your bedroom door, a huge sigh of relief filled the room.

alex really couldn't stop smiling, it seems like he really likes being here right now.

he enters your arms, as they wrap around his head, and you feel him cuddle into your chest.

you love him so much.

"i've missed you." you whispered, your hand patting his head, feeling his soft hair. felt like ages without him. without his touch, his scent, his beauty...

his face looks up at you, looking like a cat wanting attention from its owner. it gets closer to peck his lips against yours, looking hungry for some physical affection from you.

you spoil him too much, so you initiate a deep, long kiss- your small hands moving to hold his face gently. your thumbs feel against his smooth skin, lightly pressing them down as if you wanted to grab his face (in which you wanted to, but this is a moment.)

god, you missed his lips. you missed everything about him.

you can't help but need more, as your kisses with him roughen slowly, your legs opening up for alex's body to fit in and compress against yours. your boyfriend really missed you, and you really missed him too.

however, it was obvious who missed one the most. you felt a tent against you.

...

you stop the kiss immediately, breathing heavily as alexis stares at you in confusion.

you begin to panic, your parents are home. you two shouldn't...

"alex, my parents are home..." you remind him.

"so?" he replied.

he really doesn't get it.

"w-we can't be loud!" you murmur, as you watch alexis undress right in front of you. you can tell he could care less, it's been a while and you're right here. but maybe he can spare some care so he keeps that in mind, but more importantly, he didn't bring any condoms. he claims he forgot, but you know better than that. you always have to be the one bringing them, but he got lucky this time. you hid them somewhere deep in your room so your father wouldn't go crazy when he goes in your room.

you need bottom surgery before he gets you pregnant one of these days...

you moan quietly as alexis completely enters inside of you, your squishy and slimy walls closing in on him, making him grunt breathily.

"fuckk mi amor, you're tight." his arm holds the headboard in front of him, the other pinned next to your ear, "i'm surprised you wanted to be good while i was gone." he curses under your breath when he feels you clench tighter.

it's cute how he still gets surprised from how you react to his talk.

your voice is threatening to force your mouth open and escape, but you can't let it. even while alex starts rolling his hips carefully, taking your hand to go stargazing.

"a- alexis.." you softly whimper, your head turning sides again and again, being tortured. he's fucking you so good and you can't let a single noise out. (worse than execution)

your boyfriend moans, it's deep and quiet, sending chills to your body- you react with a shudder, your freehand snaking down to rub your clit so you can get this over with.

unfortunately, alex wants this to last, he lets go of the headboard to grab your wrist and restrain it from moving, his thrusts seeming to pace up a bit.

if you could just curse at him...

"no, you're not allowed to touch yourself." he interdicts, for absolutely no reason.

it's not fair, you've been so good. he knows you're not able to talk back or protest. he's in complete control...

your mouth leaves your hand, moaning a little more freely but of course, as quiet as you can be.

alex throbs inside you like mad, the thought of getting caught turns him on. he never really liked the idea of risky sex or exhibition, but today, possibly changed his mind.

your pussy leaks some more, alex's dick feeling better than ever with the pace he's going at, creating loud noises that might give you two away. he slows himself down unwillingly, warning you, "calm down. we're going to get in trouble."

you turn your face to look at him, "it- you started this." you snap at him. you had enough, he was being unfair...

alex groans as he continues, but you feel him harden even more.

fuck, he's so cute. your held back moans satisfy him, but you still feel like it's not enough for him.

you do something you never do.

you lift your shirt up, along with your chest binder... you struggled a little to move it, but you still did so.

it catches alex off guard for a second but he had to keep going and pretend this is a usual thing. he's on top, he can't let anything distract him or else it'd hurt you.

but gosh, those pretty tits of yours that you hide from everybody, for a good reason, but still very breathtaking to him.

it draws the line for alex, his grip on your wrist lets go to fondle with your boobs.

"fuck, you're so fucking sexy.." he mumbles shyly, as his thrusts coarsen, your slick sounds becoming so noisy- he doesn't care anymore but you still do.

you refuse to moan, maybe a few whimpers and mewls were alright, but nothing that exposes what you're doing.

alex's moans become more vocal, but not loud enough to be heard outside the door, just loud enough to make you even more wet.

"y/n, i'm cumming- i'm gonna fucking cum-" he nearly cries like he's the one getting fucked, but it was bringing you closer as well so it didn't matter.

his hot and sweet groans were getting quicker and it made you cum before he can, your cunt tightening around his thick cock as you finally let out a long erotic sigh.

alex pulls out just in time, cumming on your lower stomach and lathering it in warmth. you lovebirds take the time to catch your breaths, your genitals twitching from sensitivity, and your bodies sweating from how humid your bedroom suddenly got.

did your parents hear you?

you hope not.